#why must we be cursed to need food for sustenance and get full

[hybbat]

You ever have the specific extention of the food texture 'tism where you aren't hungry and you don't really wanna eat but you do want the experience of eating certain foods in a certain way?

Like I don't wanna eat noodles but I do have the worst need to slurp up some udon and bok choy steamed in the heat of its own soup. Wanna crack open some crab legs and swirl them in garlic butter rn. The crunchy exterior and the soft but lumpy interior of a tater tot sounds real good right about now. Creating the correct combo from a cheese board. Pulling the tail off a prawn or cracking open nuts is a requirement in the consumption process otherwise they aren't as delicious.

[suna-reversed]

HI CAN I REQUEST 58 61 AND 99 WITH SUKUNA🥺

Kitchen encounters with the King of Curses

SUKUNA X F!READER// fluff+ nsfw!!// 1.9k+

the 3 kitchen encounters that changed your relationship with Sukuna. 

#58 “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 

 #61 “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

#99 “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” 

(Tags/Warnings- starts out with crack and fluff but MAJOR smut and filth at the end! Degradation, Oral (receiving), creampie, being bent over a table??)

A/N: you can either consider the reader to be in a poly relationship with both Yuji and Sukuna, or you can just take Yuji as your room-mate/friend. 

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“Oh my god stop it- what is wrong with you argh-”

“I will burn down this kitchen the next time you try to put such an atrocious thing near me again-”

You snorted in the corner, hands coming up to suppress your uncontrollable laughter. You never thought there would be a day you’d watch the mouth of your lover try to attack it’s own host (and your room-mate) after Yuji had promptly tried to pop in a piece of coffee jelly into the mouth on his palm. Noticing your presence, the curse spat a few bitter words at you too while Yuji pleaded for your help in the background,

“He said he was hungry!” Yuji exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I don’t think he did anything wrong then Sukuna, it’s not like you specified what you were hungry for...” You replied, tone laced with playfulness as you watched the mouth disappear from Yuji’s palm.

It was silent for a while, and you heard Yuji sigh with relief, but it was short-lived as the mouth once again reappeared on his neck, a smirk growing as it lowly said,

“Now that I think of it, I do know what I’m hungry for. You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

The comment was enough to make heat crawl up your entire face, prompting Yuji to shoo away at the mouth with his hand (not a great idea because he did get bitten in the process). 

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“Where’s the milk?”

You yelped, almost dropping the said milk carton at the sudden intrusion of a deep voice that you didn’t think you would ever get used to. Turning around, you realised that it wasn’t just a mouth on some part of Yuji’s body that spoke, but the king of curses in flesh himself. Very much in flesh indeed as he walked around in just a pair of sweatpants. Concentrating hard on keeping your eyes above his chest, you asked,

“Must you get rid of the shirt every single time you shift?”

“Yes” he replied without missing a beat. You pretended to ignore the sharp-set pair of eyes that were darting down your bare legs.

“And why do you need milk ? I didn’t think you required food for sustenance...or even preferred it.”

“I need it to take a bath of course.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion as you contemplated if he was being serious.

He countered with a look of his own that made it seem like his request was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And perhaps..you can join me” He said while covering the distance between you both in two long strides

Your face flustered at his suggestive tone, a hand reaching down to tug at your over-sized shirt nervously. His eyes darkened as his eyes raked down your body once more. Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed a hand right beside your head on the kitchen shelf, leaning forward until you could feel his breath on your neck,

“If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants , I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” he whispered.

You gasped, half intimidated- half excited as his other hand lightly trailed up your side. But then just as quickly, you felt the warmth of his bare skin leave as he took a few steps back away from you. Noticing the sudden emptiness in your hand, you snapped your head up, your eyes meeting a pair of mischievous ones , whose possessor now held the milk carton in one hand as he walked away whistling a tune you didn’t quite know.

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It would be an understatement to say that Yuji’s mission had been a train-wreck. The biggest flaw being that you, a civilian, not only got dragged into it, but were also gravely injured. The higher ups had only let him get away with it because despite being utterly beaten and ruined himself, he had still risked his life to make sure he carried you to safety. No one knew that it wasn’t actually Yuji, who had ended up succumbing to his injuries, but the malicious curse instead who had gently nosed at your hair, carrying you back home as he, in his words, “forbid you from leaving him alone in this ramshackled world.”

That was the last you had seen of him, Yuji being caught up in meetings with the higher ups as you stayed in the now protected apartment, still recovering. And now here you were, standing in the kitchen in a comfy pair of shorts and sweatshirt, waiting for your tea to heat up in the microwave.

“Well, well, what did I say about you not changing out of those shorts...” 

Your entire body stilled for a second at the voice that had become as familiar to you as the back of your hand. Turning around, your eyes met his, relieved that he was finally back. 

Sukuna seemed to be in a daze as you walked towards him, your arms encasing his torso as you buried your head into his chest. When you didn’t feel him embrace you back, you pulled away worriedly. You knew it wasn’t just the strain on Yuji’s body that made him seem tired, his eyes were sunken, almost hollowed out as he continued to stare into your face. Your hand reached up to caress his face as a way of asking if he was okay. That finally seemed to snap him back to reality as leaned further into your touch.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” He mumbled onto the skin of your palm, eyes moving up to meet yours.

Your heart swelled with joy at the raw tenderness in his words. Getting up on your tip-toes, you pressed your lips to his, hands moving to entangle in his hair. Small pecks turned into deep passionate kisses as your tongues clashed with each other. You lightly squealed as his arms wrapped around you, easily picking you up and putting you on the marble counter-top.

For once you were mad that he hadn’t ripped apart Yuji’s shirt as your hands slid under it to run your nails across his muscular abdomen. He got the message as he deftly pulled it over his head in one go, doing the same for your shirt and bra that were ripped off of you and discarded somewhere on the floor. Your shorts soon enough joining the pile.

Sukuna’s hands wandered and travelled all across the expanse of your body. Everywhere except for right where you wanted him. His mouth sucked hickeys onto the skin of your neck as his hands fondled your breasts, rolling around and pinching your sensitive nipples.

You cried out his name, a plea asking for more. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and the curse decided that it won’t be the last time he does so. His lips trailed down your body, making sure to leave a trail of evidence behind, teeth coming into the mix to leave a bite-mark every now and then. Looking up at you from between your thighs, he had never had a better view. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping heat as he pulled apart your legs. You were literally spread out like a feast on the table, a feast that was all for him to enjoy.

“Plea-please- need you to touch me.”

“Patience, my love.”

He ran a digit around your sensitive nub, another finger dipping down to add some lubrication to his perverse ministrations. You swore you saw stars as he finally leaned forward, pulling your thighs over his shoulders as his tongue rolled out to lick a broad stripe across your folds. The moans of your pleasure mixed in with the slurping sounds of him licking away at your juices only seemed to spur him on further as his lips suctioned around your swollen clit, making you buck your hips into his face. One of his hands slid up to knead one of your tits as he continued to devour you. You suddenly felt a wet sensation across your nipple, looking down to see the mouth on his palm nibbling at your bud. The mouth on his palm pulled your nipple into its mouth at the same time that Sukuna’s tongue latched around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the hood making you scream out his name as your orgasm crashed through you.

Your chest was heaving, eyes still closed when he came up, teeth nibbling on the side of your jaw as his hand pushed away stray hair out of your face,

“You were so needy just a while ago. Already tired are we?” He asked in a playful mocking tone.

“Not in the-” You panted slightly, “...least bit.”

He looked up at you, hooded eyes filled with lust as he licked a stripe right across your jaw to your ear, before moving away, making you whine.

“So impatient...” He commented, clicking his tongue as he pulled you up, melding his lips with yours once more as your hands moved to explore the expanse of his broad shoulders.

“I want you bent over this counter. Now.” He growled out against your lips, barely moving back as you rushed to hop down and turn over, his hands already pushing your back down.

One of his hands reached to the front to rub your slick heat, the other pulling his thick member out of his briefs, a moan escaping your mouth as he lightly tapped it against the inside of your thigh.

“ah- fuck-” You moaned out loud as two of his fingers filled you up, but it wasn’t enough, “Sukuna- please- need you to inside me so bad” You choked on your words as you begged.

“Only since you asked so nicely.” was the response as the hand that was covered in your slick now moved up to wrap across your throat as Sukuna lined himself up with your folds. You threw your head back against his chest, gripping the edge of the table as he entered you.

“I’m not even halfway through and you’re already so stretched out...stuffed all full of my cock like the needy little slut you are huh?”

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy words, hips jutting out towards him more as he filled you completely. Both of you moaned in unison as he started to move, hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he relentlessly thrusted into you. You groaned in both pain and pleasure as a harsh slap came down onto your ass, followed by an arm lifting one of your legs up. His cock brushed against that one sensitive spot inside your walls at the new angle, his thrusts getting deeper with each stroke as you came undone once again with a loud scream, his name like a plea on your lips. Sukuna found his own release soon enough, pulling out to spray the lower half of your back with his seed, making a mess everywhere.

You were in a post-sex daze as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Soon enough, you found yourself being lowered into a hot bath, another body joining you as arms wrapped around your figure, making you sigh and nuzzle into the familiar scent. You felt your eyes fall shut, a small smile still etched on your lips, unbeknown to the two pair of eyes on the curse’s face, filled with adoration, as they stared down at you. 

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The next morning, you sat on the same countertop you had been utterly ruined on top of last night, the eyes of your lover  (who had reluctantly carried you out from the comfort of your bed because you were hungry at 6 am and couldn’t walk by yourself) met yours as he pulled out the box of blueberries from the fridge.

“Maybe you’d like to give another chance to coffee jelly now-”

“I will kill you-”

“I’ll feed it to you if you want you kno-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing against your own in a gentle kiss,

“I have something much more delicious right here already.”

[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 7

Chapter 1     Chapter 6

Marinette rubbed her head as though the action might actually have an effect on her throbbing headache.  It hadn’t any time she’d tried it in the last hour, but it gave her brain the illusion that she was doing something to help other than just waiting for the painkillers to kick in.  The action also gave her something to focus on other than the pounding hangover from not getting nearly drunk enough last night.  Because somehow despite the massive amounts she, Jason, and Roy had drunk last night, all of her problems still existed.  Utter bullshit, that.  And now she still had to deal with all her problems and felt like crap on top of it.  Double bullshit.

She adjusted her sunglasses again, fighting the urge to squint because squinting hurt.  Although honestly, she wasn’t sure which hurt more, the florescent lights, the sunlight beaming through the hotel windows, or squinting.  She was sure there was some way to settle the glasses on her face to block out all light, she just hadn’t been able to figure it out.  She now realized why people significantly smarter than her wore those godawful, ugly glasses that wrap around their head and cut out all sun.

She took a deep breath and braced herself for the full blast of a suspiciously sunny Gotham morning. Gotham has like three sunny days a year and one of them is today?  What the Hell did she do to Tikki to deserve the last few days?  She wandered out of the hotel still contemplating revenge. How does one get revenge against a god anyway?  How many ways can she destroy cookies?

She didn’t get more than a few steps before she sensed someone in front of her.  She weaved slightly to the left but quickly realized there was someone there too.  She weaved to the right and finally looked up when she realized there was someone there. There were people all around her, taking pictures of her, shoving phones in her face as they yelled questions at her.

She stumbled back a few steps and blinked at the group of reporters that had apparently been camping out in front of the hotel for her.  She quickly plastered on one of Adrien’s patented PR smiles and nodded to them. She tried to push through them, expecting them to move out of her way, as they did in Paris for Adrien.  But reporters in Gotham clearly did not show the same respect that Parisian reporters did because none of them moved out of her way.  

Her smile strained slightly as she looked to the one in front of her.  “Excuse me, please,” she requested in the most sickeningly sweet voice she could manage.

The reporter sent back an excited smile.  “Ms. Dupain Cheng, would you care to comment on your relationship with your family? Perhaps explain why Gotham hadn’t had the pleasure of your presence before?”

Marinette looked the reporter up and down.  She looked at the group surrounding her, noting how they had closed the circle to the point of touching her.  She’d been to raves with more personal space.  She moved to push through a small gap between reporters, but stopped when they quickly closed the gap.  Marinette gritted her teeth and widened her smile.  “There’s a reason we’ve chosen not to speak about this and that reason was NOT to discuss it in an exclusive with you at this exact moment.  Now if you will excuse me, I would very, very much like to get some coffee.  I’m sure you can understand the difficulty of starting a day without it.”

She gave them a conspiratorial smile, hoping if they felt like they were in on the joke they would let her through. Instead, her response emboldened the reporters, who started shouting out her name and more questions.

“Will you attend more Wayne functions now?”

Marinette didn’t even know which reporter shouted the question to address them if she wanted.  She huffed and decided to give up on pleasantries.  She was hung over.  She was hungry.  She wanted coffee.  “Why would people change a relationship that doesn’t involve you because you know about it?” she grunted as she tried to push through the cracks between people.  

The reporters closed ranks tighter around her, making it impossible for her to break through without injuring someone, which she was sure was the plan of at least a few of them.  Whether it was to get a more salacious story or to sue Bruce Wayne, she wasn’t sure.  Probably both.  She looked back to the hotel lobby hoping the concierge would see her predicament and help her, but he was determinedly ignoring the scene in front of the hotel.

She set her jaw and prepared herself to create a scene channeling her best imitation of an irate Chloe Bourgeoisie.  She’d deal with the fallout later.  Right now, she needed to get out of this situation before someone actually did push a little too hard and tiny gods decided to curse the city.  She opened her mouth to yell but instead heard someone else’s voice boom through the crowd.

“I think my sister told you to leave her the fuck alone.”

Marinette looked around to try to find the source of the voice but couldn’t see past the wall of reporters.  She didn’t have to wait long for him to push his way through the crowd like a wrecking ball, not worrying about injuring anyone as he shoved his way through.  Jason stopped in front of her with a smirk.  “She just says it in a much more polite way than I do.”  He held up a bag and a tray of coffee.  “I come bearing gifts so you don’t have to deal with this shit out there somewhere.”  

Marinette shot him a grateful smile and turned back toward the hotel.  “That sounds brilliant.  Thank you.”

Jason winked at her.  “I got you.”

They didn’t stop or even look at each other until the elevator doors closed behind them.  Marinette leaned against the wall and finally took a full breath.  She looked over to Jason with another grateful smile.  “Thank you. I wasn’t expecting that and I…” She looked down for a moment to collect her thoughts.  “I wasn’t prepared.  I’ll do better next time.”

Jason’s eyes softened.  The press was a lot for all of them to get used to.  None of them had taken naturally to it, especially Gotham’s press.  They at least had the advantage of starting young and knowing what to expect, not to mention since they were kids, the press didn’t have a lot of chances to get to them.  Marinette had just been thrown out there without a life preserver.  Bruce didn’t even send any guards.  “Don’t worry about it.  I thought you could use the save.”

Marinette laughed and narrowed her eyes at him.  “That was a socially acceptable version of a kidnapping.  I had no way of getting out of that without exposing that there is no relationship.”

“Should have just exposed it then,” he shrugged, not remotely nonplussed by her comment.  “I just thought you could use some sustenance after last night.”  He held up the bag for her as they exited the elevator and made their way to her room.  “I know you must be used to fancy French food so I got a variety of food from the best bakery in town.  And I didn’t know how you take your coffee or if you prefer tea so I got both and lots of sugar and creamer.”

Marinette giggled as she opened her door.  “You’re not wrong.  My parents owned a patisserie.  I grew up on the best baked goods in France.”

Jason blinked a few times at her before setting the drinks and food on the coffee table.  “That’s it, next family reunion is at your place.”

“Not so sure that’s going to be a thing,” she said quietly.  She reached for one of the croissants and ripped off a small piece, popping it in her mouth.  “Not really sure I count as family.  That’s kind of been made clear.”

“Yeah well, we didn’t know and we’d like to get to know you, if you’re okay with it,” he said biting off a chunk of cheese Danish. “Look, I’m not looking for family dinners and brunches and shit, I just… want to make sure you’re okay.”  He looked up at her earnestly for a moment before his eyes turned mischievous.  “Although if you grew up in a bakery, I might want all that at your parents’ place.”

“At least you’re asking.  That’s something anyway,” she grumbled as she took another small bite.  

“Speaking of family, where is model boy?”

Marinette puckered her lips in disapproval as she watched the crumbs fall from Jason’s mouth as he spoke.  She looked away before she snapped at him.  “He and Max went apartment hunting.”

“Without you?” Jason asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Neither of them were suffering from a raging hangover that took double the normal dosage of painkillers just to take the edge off of,” she said pointedly.

“Coffee,” Jason grunted, motioning toward the coffee. “Lots of coffee and food and water.” He pushed the bag toward her. “Not the bird bites you’ve been taking.”

She studied the croissant in front of her with a furrowed brow as though it had some kind of answers for her.  She nearly dropped it when she heard a knock on the door. She looked through the peephole and gasped, flinching back from the door.  Jason immediately jumped up and ran over to her.  “What is it?  Another reporter?”

“No,” Marinette rasped out, her eyes never leaving the door.  “Worse.” Her heart started racing and her breathing became labored.  She wasn’t ready for this.  She wasn’t ready to speak with him.  What was she supposed to say?  How was she supposed to speak with him?  She didn’t even know how she felt yet.  She hadn’t sorted through this all yet.  Tears threatened to fall from her eyes.  She wasn’t ready.  This was happening too fast.

She flinched visibly when he knocked again. He’d had time to prepare.  He’d had time to think this through.  He knew how he felt about this.  He’d had time to plan and prepare.  She had none of that and here he was on her doorstep.  He knew about her and she knew nothing about him. He was ready and she wasn’t given that chance.  

She was just expected to deal with it.  She was just expected to handle it.  She was just expected to accept it.  He’d created this entire situation and she was left to pick up the pieces and move on.  And now he was here.  He was on her figurative doorstep in person and now she had to deal with it, on his timetable, according to his preference, because yet again it all had to be done on his terms.  Her preferences didn’t matter.  Her feelings didn’t matter.  Her opinion didn’t matter.

“Want me to kick their ass out?” Jason offered already reaching for the handle.

Marinette shook her head and let out a calming breath. He thinks he can come in after twenty years gone and act like everything is fine and expect her to play nice, he has another thing coming.  He wanted a detached relationship?  She could do that.  She’d seen it enough growing up with Adrien and Chloe’s parents.  She knew how to play the game.

She shook her hands to get the tension out before finally reaching out to open the door.  “Mr. Wayne.  This is an unexpected pl… experience,” she stuttered.  She mentally grimaced.  She was showing weakness.  She needed to be strong.  She plastered on a clearly fake smile.  She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being weak.  She wouldn’t cry for him.  She hadn’t cried because of him in the twenty years he’d been absent, she wouldn’t do it now.

Bruce took a breath.  “Marinette…”  He froze for a second.  He hadn’t thought hard enough about this.  He knew what he wanted to say, what he wanted to tell her, but he hadn’t thought about how to tell her, how to lead into it.  “I was hoping to speak with you,” he rushed out, wincing internally at the sound of it.

“Well, that’s a first,” she scoffed before she could stop herself.  She slapped her hand over her mouth and mentally berated herself.  What was she doing?  She was supposed to be calm not cruel.  She was losing this game!

Jason grinned and propped his arms behind his head as he kicked out his legs, the very picture of relaxed.  “I like her.  I’m keeping her.”

Marinette shot him an appreciative smile but Bruce did a double take, frowning at the sight.  His mind raced as to what it meant that Jason was there.  Was it good?  It was good, wasn’t it?  She was getting close to one of her brothers already.  But that brother was Jason, and despite the fact that he loved Jason, he was well aware their relationship was still contentious at best.  Not exactly the best brother for her to get close to. And he was already encouraging her hostility against him.  Not that he didn’t deserve it, he knew he did, it was just that any of the other brothers would help mitigate that hostility.  Jason would fan it.  “Jason, what are you doing here?”

“Brought baked goods and coffee,” he answered casually, a smirk making its way onto his face.  “You?”

Bruce let out a heavy sigh through his nose and smoothed out his face.  Getting annoyed now would do nothing for his goal.  If Marinette was connecting to Jason, getting frustrated with him would just push her further away.  “As I mentioned, I was hoping I could speak with Marinette about the… situation.  I wanted…”

“‘The situation’,” Jason mocked shaking his head at Bruce.  God was he always this bad with his kids?  He thought it was just him.  “Way to sound sincere, B.”

Bruce’s lips pursed until they were no longer visible. He didn’t need Jason sabotaging him right now.  He was doing a good enough job of it on his own.  “I’d like to speak with Marinette on our own, please.  Why don’t you go home?”

Marinette’s eyes went wide and her chest clenched. She didn't want Jason to leave.  She wasn't ready for Jason to leave.  Once Jason left it was just her and him.  Just thinking about it suddenly she couldn't breathe.  Suddenly the air felt too thin and too heavy at the same time.  No.  She needed somebody else here.  

Jason shot a look over to Marinette, letting his eyes pass over Marinette like he hadn’t been noting her body language.  He let his eyes wander for a second before returning to Bruce with a tilt to his head.  “No.  I’m witnessing this, unless Pixie tells me to go home.”

Marinette could have kissed him… on the cheek. Because he was her br… it was complicated.  But she was beyond grateful he had spoken up for her.  She let out the breath she’d been holding and raised an eyebrow at him. “Pixie?”

“Small, violent,” Jason grinned at her.

Marinette laughed and playfully narrowed her eyes at him. “Fine, whatever, Goliath.”

Jason leaned back again.  “Oh, no, that one’s already taken.  By a dragon bat, no less.”

Marinette’s face scrunched in confusion.  She tried to search through her Americanisms for what a dragon bat could be.  It had to be a species of bat right?  Maybe? But then again it was American English so for all she knew it could be a flower.  “A what?”

“Jason!” Bruce admonished.  He was really not looking forward to trying to explain what a dragon bat was or how Damian came to be in possession of one.

Jason rose up enough to grab one of the croissants and shove half of it into his mouth before he spoke.  “I’ll introduce you sometime, or Damian will have to actually… which he won’t.  I’ll show you a picture, you seem like the kind of person who likes terrifying animals as long as they’re fuzzy.”

“I… fair,” Marinette conceded easily.

“If I can bring us back to the topic at hand,” Bruce interjected loudly, cutting off any more discussion of dragon bats.

“Family bonding, right?”  Jason cut him off with a pointed look.  “Isn’t that what we were doing?”

Bruce glared at Jason for a few seconds, which did nothing to wipe the smug smirk off his face.  Giving up on Jason, Bruce focused on Marinette.  “At the gala you mentioned you didn’t plan on being in town much longer, leaving today actually.  I was hoping I could convince you to stay a bit longer.”

Marinette examined him with a dour curiosity.  She cocked her head to the side.  “And why might that be?  You don’t need me here to make an announcement that we prefer to keep our relationship private, hence they didn’t know about me.”

Bruce let out a deep sigh.  That was fair.  It was a fair response.  Sabine had warned him she would be suspicious of him.  “This isn’t for the public,” he assured her.

“Isn’t it?”  She blinked a few times at him, her face blank.  “Are you sure?  It feels like it is.”  She turned to Jason.  “Doesn’t it feel like it is to you?”

“It does indeed,” Jason nodded in agreement, keeping eye contact with Bruce as he did.

“Jason…” he started threateningly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you relying on me to make fixing your fuck up easier for you?  Wrong kid.  You’re looking for Dick or Tim… actually I wouldn’t rely on Tim for help explaining why being an absentee father isn’t actually that bad.”

“Jason, I think it’s time for you to go home,” Bruce growled.

Marinette straightened up and moved between him and Jason.  She wasn’t going to let him bully Jason for standing up for her.  “I don’t think so.  So far he’s the only member of my family I like.”

“Ooh, you should totally give Cass and Steph and Duke a chance too,” Jason offered with a faked enthusiasm as though the confrontation with Bruce didn’t just happen.  He kept his eyes on Marinette but relished the increasingly frustrated scowl on Bruce’s face as they ignored him.

Marinette nodded.  “I’ll consider it.”

“Oh and Alfred… and I guess Tim too.  He’s a prick but he’s alright I guess,” Jason continued.

Marinette blinked at him.  It was like a never ending list of people.  An ongoing list of people he had taken in after walking away from her.  A long list of people he’d cared about and for without having to be pressured into it by the press.  A mile long list of people he wasn’t pretending to care about.  “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

“We have a lot,” Jason corrected her.  They were in this together and he’d remind her of that as many times as she needed.  “Alfred isn’t a sibling though.  He’s like a grandfather.”

Marinette paused at that.  She hadn’t considered that.  Another grandfather figure.  Another grandfather that didn’t want anything to do with her.  Sure now Grand-père Roland loved her but for the first fifteen years, he’d known about her and didn’t care.  Maybe it was her.  It had to be her right?  Two grandparents, that isn’t coincidence.  That’s a pattern and the only commonality was her.  She pursed her lips together to focus on something other than the tears welling up behind her eyes.  “Sounds like the kind of person who definitely would have known about me.”

Jason’s eyes widened.  “I… don’t know the answer to that,” he answered slowly.

Marinette nodded, slowly going numb.  “So, what I’m getting from this so far is I have a another grandfather-type figure that knew about me and didn’t feel any kind of interest in me and a ton of people that my father decided were worthy of his love and affection when I wasn’t.  So it isn’t that my father didn’t want to be a father, just that he didn’t want to be my father.”

“That isn’t…” Jason started.  This was going down the wrong path.  He was trying to show her he had her back, not remind her about the pain.  But instead, now Marinette was getting hurt, remembering the pain.  She’d lost her sass and impertinence and now was moving toward hurt.  And she was blaming Alfred.  Alfred was one of the only good things about being a Wayne!

“Jason!  I think it’s time for you to go home.  Now!” Bruce roared.

Marinette contemplated Bruce coldly, numbness consuming her fears and insecurities and morphing into cold, analytic contemplation.  He was blaming Jason.  Her frustration wasn’t because of Jason or anything he said. Her pain wasn’t because of Jason, it was because of him, because of his decisions.  And instead of taking responsibility for it, he was blaming Jason.

Jason blinked a few times, no longer certain of his role in this interaction.  He looked back and forth between Marinette and Bruce, noting Marinette’s hardening features.  She was getting ready for a fight.  He could see it developing, but he wasn’t at all sure Bruce did.  He held up his hands in surrender and sat back down calmly. “I promised I wouldn’t leave unless Pixie asked me to.  I intend to keep my promise to her,” he said calmly.

Bruce glared at him again and faced back to Marinette, a fake smile plastered on.   “As I was saying.  I’d like a chance to get to know you, if you would let me.”

“And how many members of the press did you want to be there when you do?” she inquired sharply.

Bruce sighed and rubbed his forehead.  “That’s not fair.”

Marinette’s mouth dropped and she shook her head at him incredulously.  “Wow. Way to pull the rich, white guy entitlement card. ‘I know everything about this situation has been unbelievably unfair to you, but now I’m being inconvenienced in the mildest way possible and I don’t like it,’” she mocked. She rocked back on her heels and narrowed her eyes at him.  “Rest assured M. Wayne, I do not intend to speak out against you.  Your reputation will not be harmed by me.  Tell the press whatever you want.  I won’t contradict you.  You can relax.”

“Marinette…” he started, unsure of where to go. Everything she had said was so far from the truth, he didn’t know where to start.  Her view of the situation was so skewed, he didn’t know how to put it back on kilter.  His shoulders sagged in defeat.  “This has nothing to do with the press.  I had put plans in motion to get in contact with you before any of this started.  Mr. Fox will confirm that for you if you don’t trust me.  You seem like quite an impressive young lady and I would like to get to know you better, if you’ll give me the chance.”

His tone was contrite and quiet, but Marinette wasn’t done being upset yet.  She wasn’t ready to move on and let go of the anger.  “And if I wasn’t, you would continue to ignore me?  If I was a problem child, if I had social issues, if I couldn’t find a job, you’d continue to treat me like I never existed?  I’ve finally done enough to gain your attention. Oh thank you so much for letting me know.”

“That isn’t what I said,” Bruce rushed to assure her. “I meant to compliment you not say you had to earn my attention.”

Marinette pursed her lips and looked over to Jason. He was looking back at her with sympathetic, concerned eyes.  She let out a long sigh and looked away from them both.  “Look, I meant what I told the press earlier.  I had no intention of you seeing me at the gala.  I had no intention of anyone finding out about me. I didn’t even know there was anything to find out when I made the plan to come here.  And I have no expectation of anything about our relationship changing.”

Bruce perked up slightly, but focused on keeping his body language the same, so she wouldn’t see the difference.  That was an opening; expectation instead of intention. It wasn’t that she intended not to change it, it’s that she didn’t expect it.  “I do,” he assured her, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice, keeping it calm and even.  “I would like to change our relationship.  I would like the chance to explain and try to start to make it up to you.  If you would like to try.  

“If you’re open to it, I can extend your reservation until you are ready to move on, or if you would prefer, you are more than welcome to stay at the manor.  I would love to have you stay with us but I understand that may be overwhelming.  Or, WE has have some flats available, with multiple bedrooms.  You and your friends could stay there for a while.  Your friend is going to need a place to stay while he looks for an apartment, right?

“I’ll leave the choice to you.  Whether we pursue a relationship, if you stay, where you stay; they’re all your choice.  Here,” he handed her a paper with several numbers hand written on it. “These are my numbers; office, home office, cell phone, manor.  You can use any of them to contact me.”

Marinette took the paper impassively.  She squeezed her other hand in an effort to keep the tremble from being too obvious.  “Thank you, M. Wayne.  I will consider your words.”

Bruce nodded, letting the very formal use of his name wash away.  This was still progress.  This was still movement in the right direction, even if it wasn’t as much as he would want.  He knew it could take a long time.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to fix this today.  “Thank you, Marinette.  That’s all I can ask for.  And I’m sorry for ambushing you here.  I tried to call and text you all yesterday to set up a time to talk in person so you could prepare but it seems like your phone was off.”  

He let out a small breath seeing her eyes widen at his admission.  That had to be a good sign.  Maybe he actually said the right thing for once.  He nodded to her and left her to think, hoping Jason would urge her to call. He seemed to want a relationship with her as well.  Hopefully, he would realize this was the best way to get that.

Jason sighed and looked up at her as soon as the door closed behind Bruce.  “How are you feeling?”

“I’m not.  It’s… it’s a lot.  I think I want to be alone,” Marinette said absently staring at the numbers in her hand.

Jason nodded.  “It is.  I understand. If you want to talk, at all, about anything.  About where to drink in town, best burger, anything, give me a call.”  He gently took the paper Bruce had handed her out of hand, letting her decide if she gave it to him or not.  When she let go, he put his number on it as well.  “I only have one number, but now you have it.”

Marinette nodded at him.  “Thank you, Jason.”

Jason hesitated briefly.  “For what it’s worth, if you decide to stay you should take him up on the flat.  The hotel is stupid expensive and WE offers the flat to visiting collaborators all the time, so it’s not like it’s all that special… if you want to avoid being treated special.”

Marinette nodded at his words, barely taking them in as her mind tried to fight the numbing process.  Jason watched her tentatively.  “You look like a hugger,” he said uncertainly.  “Did you… do you want a, um, a hug?”  

Marinette looked over at him and blinked a few times, not sure how to take his words, partly because he seemed unsure of them himself, but partly because things were having a harder time permeating her brain right now.  Jason took her curious look as doubt.  “Oh come on. It’s fine.  I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.  Trust me.  I tell Dick to fuck off enough when he tries to hug me.  I have no problem saying no to hugs I don’t want.  I’m offering because I mean it.”

Marinette blinked a few more times but finally nodded vacantly.  Jason pulled her into a warm, comforting hug.  After a few moments he pulled away.  “It will all be okay.  No matter what you decide, it will all be okay.  And no matter what you decide, I’m here.  Nobody’s replacing you as my sister.  So get ready for some completely inappropriate Christmas presents this year.”

Marinette smiled absently at his joke, her eyes never meeting his.  “Thanks, Jason.”  She leaned against the door after she closed it behind him and slid down it, staring blankly at nothing.  The room felt colder than it was before, but she couldn’t manage to care enough to get up and get a blanket.  She thought there might have been ambient noise going on around her but none of it registered.  Nothing registered.  Not the numbing sensation that was rapidly overtaking her body from her fingers and toes up to her head until she stopped feeling anything.  Not even the point she was staring at.  She didn’t know how long she stared at the nothingness before black overtook her vision and she passed out.

Chapter 8

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The Witch and the Red Man

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Chapter Five

The air within the oakwood chamber was damp, cool and richly lush with the fresh, clean, fragrance of wild mint and lavender that overlapped the twisted bark above as the knotted walls bellowed like the rise and fall of a creatures ribs moaning hauntingly so.

Nevertheless, the creeping night had been a gift of peace for Claire, who laid enveloped in the healing depths of slumber of which she had been without for so long. Where anguish momentarily lifted from her heart steadying it to a calming rhythm, spreading warmth in a glowing blue of harmony that mended not only her bruises and scrapes but also the painful strain of another's cursed psyche that had been consuming her mind, tainting her blood.

And it was that link so quiet as not to stir her from the sanctity and unbothered bliss of a dreamless sleep that had Claire waking with a sense of unease, questioning if the damned red man had absconded stupidly into the night.

Throwing off the muslin sheets where she was bared to her stippled moonlit skin, Claire dressed hastily in clothes unfamiliar but wonderfully clean, even as the thundercloud of her own accursed curls and low-hanging ivy slithering as snakes, blinded her in the rush.

Out the room where she crushed soft pennytops springing through the crackled stone floors, past the clustering white hemlock still curling wildly with infatuation that she slapped away, Claire was met with the oddest of sights that had her palming her eyes.

There sat Jamie, hunched forward on his elbows over the clawed table that was dotted with piles of acorns and pebbles, across the raven known as Boromir and glowering like an adolescent over what seemed like a simple game of draughts.

"You wee fowl of a cheat," Jamie grumbled, causing the accused to ruffle feathers so black they lustered blue and glinted green, while throatily voicing a declaration of his innocence which was simply that of an offended caw.

"Dinna give me any of yer beak, beag suid,or I'll have yer feathers plucked 'till yer fleshed pink." Jamie then continued to argue with Boromir, who practically molting from his rapid flapping, which is when Claire interceded with a clearing of her throat.

Loudly so. Then another. Causing Jamie to flinch from ruddy brow to cornered lip in mid verbal assault, keeping his back decidedly turned knowing he'd find a mocking grin pinching her cheeks.

"What exactly am I interrupting here may I ask? Other than the obvious threat of a full grown man towards an innocent bird."

"Innocent?" He grunted, narrowing his eyes at the percieved guilty. "This bastard was the most decent thing I've met in years, apart from a hare roasted over fire - that is until he defiled our friendship with dirty underhanded play." The accusation was emphasized with a hard pointed finger to the tabletop.

Hand on her hip, "How?"

"I dinna ken, but his mistress is a dark one and I shouldna see why a soul eater as he canna be as well."

"Or just possibly his thumb sized intelligence is greater than yours."

Claire was met with a sideways glare meant to melt her spine down to it's marrow yet, it only prompted a fervent press of her hand to the delightfully spasming muscles of her belly. The first she had felt since her days with Raymond.

"This genius here as ye so believe tried to swallow an acorn whole. Had to pinch his throat for him to caw another day." Boromir denied such a humiliating mishap by chancing a pecking at the broad back of Jamie's hand that he in turn waved in a warning smack to his beak.

"So you're telling me you've lost to a bird that you yourself have given a lowly opinion of intelligence to. No offense to you Boromir," Claire was quick to add, looking over Jamie's burning thatch curling as his annoyance peaked. "I think you're the one with sense."

Jamie then muttered underbreath a garble of something surely belittling in gàidhlig towards her, which was a grand deal better than him directly saying so in words she could understand. And before he changed his mind on that, Claire decided (with sharp insistence of her stomach) she needed sustenance better than a laugh, no matter the small flickering warmth it brought her.

She sought the great iron pot gently steaming and spouting a bubbly croon over the black sooted hearth and stirred it's contents (what looked to be a delicious concoction of bobbling mushrooms, potatoes and other bountiful delights, spiced strongly with cloves of garlic and herbs that crossed enticingly under her nose), wondering where Geillis could be and for that matter the time of day it was. The light that sneaked through the crevices of the saplings glowed rather darkly like the haggard setting of the day and those hours lost ticked away in Claire's mind.

"Is it sundown already?" She asked with a furrowed brow to Jamie, who had been pawing at Boromir's loot of acorns before getting nicked by his beak.

"Aye," Jamie mumbled roughly past his lips where the injured finger was being nursed. "Of what day I canna say. One - two may have past that I've noticed. I suspect something in the water, even the air that's made a blur of it all and it must be something mighty to do us both in. Especially me."

"What makes you think so?"

Jamie's finger glistened with a small drop of blood near black that he smeared against thumb and forefinger before speaking again.

"I woke somewhere between the last we spoke to now, my mouth thirsting. I looked to that pitcher there beside ye as our fine feathered lad here deemed it well enough to drink. Next I knew I was on my face pooled wet in senseless dreams with Boromir pecking at my heid, clawing at my cheek."

Abuse Jamie welcomed as the dreams were nightmares echoing the past that threatened to choke him as the hangman's noose. The pool that drenched him his sweat from a brewing fever of fright with the black bird trying desperately to rouse him from his minds relentless torment. Jamie reluctantly lowered his head in gratitude to Boromir whose guarded stance relaxed to that of a dove.

"I dinna trust the water and that extends to the food. Been eating acorns and black currants from the vine that grows above us since noontide and no misfortune has befallen me yet."

While Claire knew Geillis had a perverse penchant for playing tricks, it wouldn't explain her own sedation as she was immune to all earthly poison. Pondering possibilities she deduced the most obvious.

"While I can't say Geillis isn't capable of doing such a thing, I think it was simply our bodies meeting their limits. Exhaustion overtaking us." Claire reasoned, spooning soup to two bowls crudely shaped from black walnut that sat purposefully aside for her and Jamie (Had Geillis been back since she left them that night?). She placed one in front of him that he wrinkled his nose to, then took her seat at Boromir's end who was ever the gentleman and shuffled aside.

"Even if I were inclined to believe ye, I'm no' touchin' food made from that woman’s baneful hand." Jamie shoved the bowl away, broth dripping down the rim as he reached instead for a large handful of acorns to gorge on without the squawking scorn.

"If we are ever to leave this place and never see one another again - which you've made quite clear is your desire as is mine, you will need your strength, Jamie. The faster you eat the better for us both."

Jamie fixed a single unblinking stare to Claire as he popped the acorns to his mouth, one after the other. Each louder than the last in stubborn emphasis.

"You child." Rolling her eyes, Claire left him to his chosen meal fit for bushy-tailed vermin and tucked in to hers. Lapping up a veggie stacked spoonful that swam hot across her tongue, a peculiar expression fell upon her face that had Jamie's brows pitched high.

"Poison." The word was spoken with an odd tone of smug validation.

"Pepper." Claire retorted flatly, with the heat of it catching in her throat. "Quite a lot too. Still, I'd wager it's a grand deal better than what you're having."

While Claire continued to eat, the steamy aroma relentlessly teased Jamie's fortitude that crumbled with every writhing lurch of his stomach, groaning so like a feral shriek it startled even himself.

Uttering, "Shit," Jamie grabbed for the spoon, provoking a smile that warmed Claire better than the soup. The heat of it spreading to her cheeks when her glowing amusement was mistaken for gloating and was met with a firm press of his boot over the tip of hers, 'Dinna say a word.'

She didn't.

Instead the whizzing and crackling fire did the talking with the nervous rustling of summers last verdant creation sneering back. Boromir's gurgling kraa filled the gaps between as he joined the feast at Jamie's urging. Bickering forgotten, forgiveness granted.

Time would have passed pleasantly, the silence preferable over a chancing of another snide remark taken farther then a jest, more cruel than a bite, if not for the entrance from the brisk outside of one who could see to the center of a man if evil be found there and relished in it so.

"Keep on wi' yer daggers stag and I'll tear yer eyes to crush beneath my shoon." Her white teeth gleaming in the dusky light, Geillis chuckled darkly at Jamie until Boromir shrieked in his defense, fingers tensing at the clasps of her cloak.

"Bleeding devil's, yer getting a mouth on ye. And the state of ye," she clicked her tongue sharply as she chucked her cloak to hang on the roots protruding from the walls. "Mussed as a drowned rat."

Despite his less than kind proclamations earlier, Jamie gently stroked his knuckle to Boromir's feathered back, softly speaking most sincere. "Ye've a most handsome feather about ye, lad. Dinna mind yer Mistresses foul withered tongue."

Defiant eyed, Jamie shrugged his shoulders dismissively as Claire hushed him, fingers curling in her lap as if to strike the words from his mouth but little too late.

Her unnatural feral eyes became entirely devoid of white, but upon hearing the hitch in Claire's throat pleading gaze, Geillis sighed and curled her lovely mouth so wide that it sent a chill through the three.

"Och, sweet on each other are ye now?" Her voice sopping with mockery. "Beware my kinsman, the glutton will shit on ye when his gullet is filled to the brim. Vomits when he dips his pecker in the drink too. But at the very least he swallows his own sick."

Amused with herself, Geillis walked to the hearth and raised her chilled palms to the fire, kindling bright as the flame. Her blonde lashes flicked nearly flittering closed when Claire asked where she had been.

"The sleep steal yer memories as well, mo calman geal? I shouldna be surprised what wi' the both of ye still-bodied as death when I shuffled about these days past." Her mossy eyes crinkled at the corners. "And ye ungrateful pair are welcomed for the clothes and food."

"You have our gratitude, Geillie. Immensely ," Claire's voice rose in appeasement, looking over her shoulder to Jamie who stared just as hard back. Geillis however hummed in appreciation.

"I've been asking around the wood to find ye both passage past where my name willna help ye. I conversed at great length wi' every spirit I have favor wi'. Exhausted me so." Her face flushed unabashed to the roots of her hair, giggling like a youth.

"But it was mo Aloisia, who held the way." She said fondly. "A nymph from the very waters of Iona, practically drowned me to do so. Had watercress in the crack of my arse."

Before she could detail any further where reeds and lily pads had caressed her, Claire hurriedly interrupted her. "So it's by the river we journey?"

"Aye, a wee boat long abandoned is drifting our way now to quickly set ye to Le Havre before the butcher can find ye. And he is searching mo leannan, the trees whisper it. Water is the answer."

"What do you think, Jamie?" Claire turned to Jamie who had been silent through it all to find his hands clapped to his face where he had gone green as the briny sea.

"Jamie?"

"Damn all ye soulless woman." He wretchedly groaned looking to retch right on the spot.

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A/N: Thank you to all who continue to read this story.

[dancingwithdylan21]

Slow Burn - Part 2

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Pairing: firefighter!Stiles x Reader

Part 1 - Series Masterlist

“Your best friend? Well this is a first.” You chuckle. “I’ve never had my date set me up with someone else.”

“It’s a first for me too.” Scott admits to you. “But I think you two would hit it off so why not?”

Hm. This could be a match made in heaven or a complete freaking train wreck. You might as well just give it a try. Scott seems like a decent enough guy. So his friend can’t be much different right?

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“Not telling.”

“How old is he?”

“Not telling.”

“Um what’s he do?” You sigh when Scott just smirks at you. “What the hell, man?”

“Listen, I know my friend and he doesn’t like being setup. Like at all.” Scott stresses before taking a sip of his wine.

“Ok…”

“So I think it’s better this way. I won’t mention you before the party. When you show up, I’ll eventually introduce you two and then whatever happens happens.”

“I guess that could work. So if we meet and I’m not interested then he wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Exactly! I’ve set him up in the past and it didn’t go well. So now he’s weary and I want to make sure he gives you a fair chance, ya know?” He explains making you nod in response.

“Then again, you’re drop dead gorgeous so I don’t think I’d have to twist his arm. I won’t be surprised if he asks me about you right away.”

“Can I bring my friend Allison?”

“Sure!”

“Nice! She’s single ya know…” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“This will definitely be interesting, Y/N.” The professor laughs softly.

Oh, yes it will.

~

“So your date hated you so much that he pawned you off on his friend?” Allison bursts out laughing, almost falling over onto the ground.

“Shut up! It’s not how it happened!” You defend sticking out your tongue.

"It could get awkward fast...”

“Then it’s a good thing the guy doesn’t know about any of this. If I’m not that attracted to him, I won’t have to worry about hurting his feelings.”

“This is gonna be so entertaining!” Allison squeals making you roll your eyes.

You check the clock and realize there isn’t much time left to get yourself ready for Scott’s party. You start rushing through your makeup, thankful that there’s no added pressure this time around.

“Are you gonna wear a cute dress or skirt?” Your friend asks, loudly rummaging through your walk-in closet.

“Nah I’m wearing my ripped jeans and a black tank top with boots.” You’re in the process of applying your foundation but you know Allison, she’s behind you with a look of shock on her face.

“And before you say anything…” You spin around. “This isn’t a date. So I’m gonna wear what I usually do.” Like you figured, she’s holding out two skimpy dresses but keeping her mouth shut.

“No! Put them back!” You giggle when she sends a dirty look.

“I’m doing my hair and makeup two days in a row! I deserve fucking praise, not dirty looks.” You glare looking back in the mirror.

“Yeah, you’re right. You deserve a metal.” Allison sasses throwing a rolled up pair of socks at you.

“You’re ridiculous.” You snicker. “Are you ready? I just have to change my jeans.”

Allison nods her head without looking up from her iPhone and you’re pretty sure she’s trying to find a picture of Scott on Facebook. You clear your throat grabbing Allison’s attention and she smiles while you do an exaggerated twirl.

“I must say you do look hot. Let’s just hope Scott’s friend isn’t into a chick who wears pink bows or some shit.”

“Pink bows?! I don’t think anyone’s into that, Argent.” You shake your head.

“You know what I mean!” She exclaims slipping on her platform heels.

“Whatever. I just hope he isn’t the type who wears Lacoste shirts and boat shoes.” You say shuddering.

“There’s nothing wrong with Lacoste shirts, Y/N.”

“If the guy wears one for a certain occasion then fine. I’m talking about the fuckers that wear them on the regular. Like to the grocery store. Too preppy for me.” You sigh heavily.

You hear your stomach rumble obnoxiously and it makes you curse under your  breath. You were so distracted by getting ready that you forgot to eat something. Shit. You really hope Scott has some decent things to eat tonight.

“Ok, let’s go. I’m hungry!” You yell to Allison bolting towards the front door.

~

You pull up to Scott’s split level house and start feeling instant butterflies in your stomach. It hits you that there’s an unknown man inside and you’ll have to meet soon. Ugh. This blind date thing is really getting fucking old.

Whatever. The goal right now is to find yummy food that you can shovel into your hungry mouth. Then you’ll deal with everything else. You glance over at Allison who’s now walking up Scott’s walkway while singing a Taylor Swift song under her breath. She then bounces on her heels while waving for you to follow her.

Here goes nothing.

Before you get a chance to knock, the front door swings opens to reveal Scott who’s looking as handsome ever with a warm smile, “Hi guys! Glad you could make it.” He says sweetly.

“Hey Scott!” You quickly introduce him to your best friend before he embraces you in a tight hug, the muscled man lifts you off the ground like it’s nothing.

“Wow, Y/N. You look hot.” Scott whispers into your hair. 

He sets you down then turns his attention towards Allison, shyly complimenting her as well. The two dorks both start blushing like teenagers and you take that as your cue to leave.

“You kids have fun! I’m gonna go grab something to munch on.” You ramble already moving away from them.

Wrapped up in your own little world, you speed walk through the busy house to find some much needed sustenance. You fail to notice that since you showed up, Scott’s best friend Stiles has focused all of his attention on you.

You find the kitchen easily and get excited when you see all of the delicious dishes in front of you. Mulling over the options, you grab a carrot from the veggie platter and scoop up some nearby dip. You throw it into your mouth and instantly moan because you love the taste. It definitely has a little kick to it but nothing you can’t handle.

You throw a few more carrots into your mouth, eyeing the teriyaki chicken wings and that’s when it suddenly hits you. Your entire body grows hot, your eyes start to water and your mouth is fucking burning.

Holy hell! You literally feel on fire right now and yet you’re trying desperately to keep your cool in a packed house. In a quiet panic, you search around for a drink that you can guzzle but find nothing that will give you relief.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone stroll up next to you with a drink in their hand. Fuck it. You grab their drink and down it without even looking at them. Of course it’s fucking alcohol so it just intensifies the pain in your throat.

“Are you ok?” A smooth, sexy voice that belongs to an even sexier man makes your heart beat out of control. Damn he’s so attractive it hurts. And you just stole his drink. Wonderful. You continue coughing unable to compose yourself.

“Let me guess…you had some of that dip, sweetheart?”

You only nod in response, making him rush over to the fridge and then pour you a tall glass of milk. You chug it down attractively, silently cursing that only this type of thing would happen to you. Thankfully it seems to do the trick or at least allow you to function better now.

The helpful man starts chuckling at you, “So I see you like my dipping sauce. It’s called Hella Spicy.” He smirks making your eyes bug out.  

“Dude! You should label that or something!” You gesture to what you’ve deemed as freaking evil in a bowl.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He gives a mischievous grin.

Oh boy. He’s just gorgeous.

“I’m Stiles by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.” You reply shyly. “I’m sorry that I stole your drink.”

“No worries. You needed it more than me.” Stiles appears beyond amused. “I’m actually on call so I shouldn’t even be drinking it.”

“Oh ok. On call for what?”

“I’m a firefighter.”

Hot fucking damn.

“You can put out my fire anytime.” You giggle before fanning yourself. You’re still feeling warm but now you know it’s definitely not the dip.

Stiles lets out a full body laugh, “I’d rather light your fire, Y/N.” He growls in your ear.

~

Masterlist 

[kaaramel]

May I see Wendy's lines?

QUAGMIRE_WRONGKEY = "Should I give up, or find another key?",ACTIVATE =LOCKED_GATE = "I can't open it without a key.",FOODFULL = "It hasn't yet eaten our last sacrifice...",NOTDISH = "That may not be best...",INUSE = "Someone's beat me to it.",REPLATE =MISMATCH = "Like my soul, this food doesn't belong in this vessel.",SAMEDISH = "I've already put this on a dish.",QUAGMIRE_ANNOUNCE_NOTRECIPE = "Those foods weren't meant to be together.",QUAGMIRE_ANNOUNCE_MEALBURNT = "It's ruined.",QUAGMIRE_ANNOUNCE_LOSE = "What a horrible place to have a curse.",QUAGMIRE_ANNOUNCE_WIN = "Let us depart this terrible place.",QUAGMIRE_ALTAR =GENERIC = "The monster's hunger shall never cease.",FULL = "We have prolonged our horrific demise.",QUAGMIRE_ALTAR_STATUE1 = "What horror have those eyes witnessed?",QUAGMIRE_PARK_FOUNTAIN = "Long dry.",--QUAGMIRE_HOE = "To till the corrupt soil.",QUAGMIRE_TURNIP = "It's... a turnip.",QUAGMIRE_TURNIP_COOKED = "The turnip is now cooked.",QUAGMIRE_TURNIP_SEEDS = "The life they contain is a mystery.",QUAGMIRE_GARLIC = "It gives food flavor.",QUAGMIRE_GARLIC_COOKED = "It smells a bit nice.",QUAGMIRE_GARLIC_SEEDS = "The life they contain is a mystery.",QUAGMIRE_ONION = "I never cry.",QUAGMIRE_ONION_COOKED = "It will never make anyone cry again.",QUAGMIRE_ONION_SEEDS = "The life they contain is a mystery.",QUAGMIRE_POTATO = "It has eyes, yet it never cries.",QUAGMIRE_POTATO_COOKED = "Now its eyes will never open.",QUAGMIRE_POTATO_SEEDS = "The life they contain is a mystery.",QUAGMIRE_TOMATO = "Red as heart's blood.",QUAGMIRE_TOMATO_COOKED = "Its flesh is far more bloody now.",QUAGMIRE_TOMATO_SEEDS = "The life they contain is a mystery.",QUAGMIRE_FLOUR = "Flour by any other name would smell as sweet.",QUAGMIRE_WHEAT = "We can grind it down into flour.",QUAGMIRE_WHEAT_SEEDS = "The life they contain is a mystery.",--NOTE: raw/cooked carrot uses regular carrot stringsQUAGMIRE_CARROT_SEEDS = "The life they contain is a mystery.",QUAGMIRE_ROTTEN_CROP = "Time came for it.",QUAGMIRE_SALMON = "It flops as its life slowly leaves its body.",QUAGMIRE_SALMON_COOKED = "Not so lively now.",QUAGMIRE_CRABMEAT = "Its insides are as horrid as its outsides.",QUAGMIRE_CRABMEAT_COOKED = "It's ready now.",QUAGMIRE_POT = "We cook to stave off death.",QUAGMIRE_POT_SMALL = "We will cook, or we will die.",QUAGMIRE_POT_HANGER_ITEM = "It's for hanging the pot over the fire.",QUAGMIRE_OVEN_ITEM = "Sigh... Why bother?",QUAGMIRE_OVEN = "It looks good.",QUAGMIRE_SUGARWOODTREE =GENERIC = "It has a sickly beauty.",STUMP = "All things must end.",TAPPED_EMPTY = "Like a dagger through the heart. A tree heart.",TAPPED_READY = "I can harvest it now.",TAPPED_BUGS = "All that sacrifice for nothing.",WOUNDED = "Its life ebbs.",QUAGMIRE_SPOTSPICE_SHRUB =GENERIC = "I suppose it could be edible.",PICKED = "We've taken all there was to take.",QUAGMIRE_SPOTSPICE_SPRIG = "We ripped it from its home on the shrub.",QUAGMIRE_SPOTSPICE_GROUND = "Just a dash.",QUAGMIRE_SAPBUCKET = "For collecting tree blood.",QUAGMIRE_SAP = "Tree blood.",QUAGMIRE_SALT_RACK =READY = "There is salt to be had.",GENERIC = "There is no salt, yet.",QUAGMIRE_SALT_RACK_ITEM = "It's for collecting salt from the pond.",QUAGMIRE_SAFE =GENERIC = "Let's have a peek inside...",LOCKED = "Locked, like my heart.",QUAGMIRE_KEY = "It is the key to something precious.",QUAGMIRE_KEY_PARK = "The key to a beautiful place, locked long away.",QUAGMIRE_PORTAL_KEY = "Perhaps I'll be happier in the next world.",QUAGMIRE_MUSHROOMSTUMP =GENERIC = "They thrive on a stump made by death.",PICKED = "All things die. Even fungus.",QUAGMIRE_MUSHROOMS = "Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll be poisonous.",QUAGMIRE_MEALINGSTONE = "I am ground down on the mealing stone of life.",QUAGMIRE_PEBBLECRAB = "Had I such a shell, I would never emerge.",QUAGMIRE_POND_SALT = "Water, water, everywhere...",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_CARRIAGE = "It's been forgotten.",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_CLOCK = "Time is an illusion.",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_CATHEDRAL = "Nothing more to pray for.",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_PUBDOOR = "A door that leads nowhere.",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_ROOF = "The roof cannot protect you when death comes.",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_CLOCKTOWER = "Time is death's ally.",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_BIKE = "Nothing escaped this plague.",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_HOUSE = {"Death has been here.", "It's a ghost town.", "Some tragedy has struck this house.",},QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_CHIMNEY = "This was once a happy home.",QUAGMIRE_RUBBLE_CHIMNEY2 = "Its hearth no longer has a home.",QUAGMIRE_MERMHOUSE = "Seclusion has not been kind to it.",QUAGMIRE_SWAMPIG_HOUSE = "I see no joy in this house.",QUAGMIRE_SWAMPIG_HOUSE_RUBBLE = "Neither a house nor a home.",QUAGMIRE_SWAMPIGELDER =GENERIC = "How do you do, sir?",SLEEPING = "He is practicing for the big sleep.",QUAGMIRE_SWAMPIG = "They're less standoffish than their brethren.",QUAGMIRE_PORTAL = "There's no night here. It is a nice change.",QUAGMIRE_SALTROCK = "It needs to be ground down before we can use it.",QUAGMIRE_SALT = "It adds flavor...",QUAGMIRE_FERN = "Wilson calls them \"greens\"... but they're purple...",QUAGMIRE_FOLIAGE_COOKED = "Cooked purples.",QUAGMIRE_FOOD_BURNT = "A waste.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_PLATE = "My usual dinner. A big plate of nothing.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_SOUP = "Merely a broth. It's not sustenance for my soul.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_SNACK = "This will keep me alive a bit longer.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_BREAD = "Prolongs my life so that I may suffer further.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_PASTA = "Morte bene.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_VEGGIE = "Vegetables are good for you but what's the point.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_MEAT = "An animal died for this food.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_FISH = "A fish died for this food.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_CRAB = "A sea creature died for this food.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_CHEESE = "Death is not cheesy.",--QUAGMIRE_FOOD_SWEET = "It cannot sweeten life.",QUAGMIRE_FOOD =GENERIC = "We should offer it to the beast.",MISMATCH = "The beast doesn't want that.",MATCH = "The beast will be satisfied with this.",MATCH_BUT_SNACK = "This will satisfy the beast, but not for long.",QUAGMIRE_COIN1 = "I shall put them on my eyes when I die.",QUAGMIRE_COIN2 = "Money will not bring back Abigail.",QUAGMIRE_COIN3 = "Wealth cannot buy immortality.",QUAGMIRE_COIN4 = "It came from above.",QUAGMIRE_GOATMILK = "But no honey.",QUAGMIRE_SYRUP = "Not as sweet as Abigail.",QUAGMIRE_SAP_SPOILED = "As bittersweet as life.",QUAGMIRE_SEEDPACKET = "Planting seeds requires an optimism I don't possess.",--QUAGMIRE_SEEDPACKET_SMALL = "A small amount of idealism.",--QUAGMIRE_SEEDPACKET_MEDIUM = "A moderate amount of hopefulness.",--QUAGMIRE_SEEDPACKET_LARGE = "A large collection of sanguinity.",--QUAGMIRE_SEEDPACKET_MIX_SMALL = "A mystery of disappointments.",--QUAGMIRE_SEEDPACKET_MIX_MEDIUM = "I suspect they will all spoil.",--QUAGMIRE_SEEDPACKET_MIX_LARGE = "So much potential for blight.",---QUAGMIRE_POT_SYRUP = "Sweetness begets sweetness.",QUAGMIRE_POT_HANGER = "The hanger is a noose for a pot.",QUAGMIRE_GRILL = "It can't make life more palatable.",QUAGMIRE_GRILL_ITEM = "I don't want to carry this around.",QUAGMIRE_GRILL_SMALL = "It makes a little bit of food.",QUAGMIRE_GRILL_SMALL_ITEM = "It only works if I place it somewhere.",QUAGMIRE_OVEN = "It looks okay.",QUAGMIRE_CASSEROLEDISH = "For making food.",QUAGMIRE_CASSEROLEDISH_SMALL = "For making a small amount of food.",QUAGMIRE_PLATE_SILVER = "If only life had been handed to me on a silver plate.",QUAGMIRE_BOWL_SILVER = "It is empty, like my heart.",QUAGMIRE_MERM_CART1 = "I, too, cart around my baggage.", --sammy's wagonQUAGMIRE_MERM_CART2 = "Nothing in there could bring me happiness.", --pipton's cartQUAGMIRE_PARK_ANGEL = "It's winged, but it's no angel.",QUAGMIRE_PARK_ANGEL2 = "Abigail needs a statue.",QUAGMIRE_PARK_URN = "Dust to dust.",QUAGMIRE_PARK_OBELISK = "A monument. But not to Abigail.",QUAGMIRE_PARK_GATE =GENERIC = "Now I may enter the park.",LOCKED = "I need a key to enter.",QUAGMIRE_PARKSPIKE = "Looks dangerous.",QUAGMIRE_CRABTRAP = "Life is a trap.",QUAGMIRE_TRADER_MERM = "How do you do?",QUAGMIRE_TRADER_MERM2 = "How do you do?",QUAGMIRE_GOATMUM = "Hello, ma'am. Care to trade?",QUAGMIRE_GOATKID = "What childhood is this for you?",QUAGMIRE_PIGEON =DEAD = "Cold and dead.",GENERIC = "Would you like to be a pie, little bird?",SLEEPING = "It's practicing for the big sleep.",QUAGMIRE_LAMP_POST = "It sheds light on nothing important.",QUAGMIRE_BEEFALO = "Don't worry. You'll be dead soon.",QUAGMIRE_SLAUGHTERTOOL = "Is all of life not a slaughter?",QUAGMIRE_SAPLING = "We will perish before this grows back.",QUAGMIRE_BERRYBUSH = "It shall never grow another berry.",QUAGMIRE_ALTAR_STATUE2 = "Yet another reminder of death.",QUAGMIRE_ALTAR_QUEEN = "I am not impressed by opulence.",QUAGMIRE_ALTAR_BOLLARD = "A post. Not very exciting.",QUAGMIRE_ALTAR_IVY = "Like death, it creeps everywhere.",QUAGMIRE_LAMP_SHORT = "The only light in my light is Abigail.",

[eclecticpatrolsweets]

Fog strange talk Season 3 ——Jinjiang City 2020 Top7

(Language: English;Shooting: American group;Released in: USA, worldwide)

preface

The city was swept by high temperature, and there were two pairs of mandarin ducks, who migrated for a long time to build their nests and settle down in a warm place. One was unable to bear the high temperature and fell, dying on the concrete floor. One opened its wings to block the hot sun for his partner. The male struggled and died soon. It was a long way and a spare dream. The mandarin ducks did not eat or drink, and rested beside their husband.

Mandarin ducks are amorous, not to mention people in the city.

Top7

It was another beautiful morning, and Sheng continued sleeping in bed. He had not worked for a long time.

I interviewed with several companies before, but they were not optimistic about my previous work experience. Even though he had operated projects with tens of millions of assets, the working technology of higher enterprises was not acceptable in small cities in this backward city near the river.

Sheng was not discouraged. He needed sleep more than ever, like a hibernating frog.

Reluctantly, he got up, dressed and went downstairs to Suming's coffee shop.

"It's been a long time since I had my coffee." Su Ming saw or came to the store, very happy to meet him.

"Quite a long time. I don't have a job, so I can spend more when I work."

'A good young man who cares for his family!

"Praise makes me feel excited and happy!"

Su Ming made the coffee and handed it to Sheng, who asked, "How is your business here?"

"There are definitely fewer people consuming these days."

"Yes, all idle so long, did you go to the injection?" The coffee is steaming up.

"Yes, you don't want to tell me you have a problem with the injection, do you?"

"Return true be such, not be to inform me to give an injection, go for the first time, did not have a needle, changed other hospital for the second time, the trouble of the bosom after finishing is more, beard hard grow, resemble wild grass same."

"How was the traditional Chinese medicine hospital?"

"It was like witchcraft. My stomach stopped hurting for the first two days and MY body gained strength. Then I burned my face with the medicine I was prescribed.

"If you go to bed earlier, your endocrine system is good and you don't get as many breakouts."

"You introduced a man, Wei Dongshuai, who suffers from severe insomnia."

"He thinks you're mysterious, and he doesn't believe in all this nonsense about curses and vampires."

'And yet he believed in God!

"People always have some sustenance, such as you save every ticket, no one in Jinjiang City will save every ticket for going out in the past ten years."

"There are habits, or hobbies, for a reason. For him, in a car is a kind of luxury, so he keep the good in every each ticket, we get together, together to do the plane, arrive together, each process is pleasant, so I would like him keep each ticket, rather than from direct throw away a long time ago. Many years later, when I look at the tickets again, I feel a little bit of memories and feelings. It's nice."

"Wei Dongshuai is more realistic."

"Does he still come into your shop often?"

"Recently, he delivered goods to the mountain. He got up early to buy vegetables in the morning market, and delivered vegetables up the mountain. He ran around in the morning and afternoon to provide more ingredients and goods to the mountain. I haven't seen him for months."

"He's got a lot of nerve serving on the mountain. I think you need to tell him that vampires in the mountains are no better than people."

"He won't listen."

"Also! Man's destiny depends on his ability to see reality clearly. What is reality? What can be touched, what can be felt, what can be recorded by scientific instruments is reality, which is simply how it exists in the environment -- why don't you think about going up the hill to deliver coffee?"

"I want to live to be old! How are things going?"

"Suddenly want to have a person to accompany in the side, miss a person, carefully think about it, not miss anyone. I don't know what it's like to be alone and frustrated after suddenly leaving. I'm used to being alone."

"Stop relying on unworthy people and figure out how to improve yourself in the future. You're coming out of your bad heart."

"Sounds like you know a lot. Your parents taught you that?"

"Vested interests are still vested interests! It's important to find the right person!"

"So do I! Nobody talks to zombies, and I'm suddenly silent, because I don't talk to dead people

. I think I should be careful wei Dongshuai, strong body will make demons and ghosts appetite big open, really become a living dead, it has no human nature."

"He was totally focused on the good life ahead of him, and people on the hill never gave credit."

"I feel privileged and lucky to have known such a clever friend!" Sheng sipped his delicious coffee.

At night, Xiao Yang stood at the door of the white bar. When he saw Sheng coming, he smiled and said, "I knew you would come soon, but I didn't expect how soon. Impressive!"

"I am kind and do not want to use the life of others to continue my youth, nor do I want to use the clever blood of others to make my thinking clear and write great works. I prefer the living to the ghosts, as long as they do what I say. In the field, for a long time I eulogized life. Life doesn't come easily. Why did I kill so much?" He pressed the ocean against the wall and said softly.

"I don't like the way you smell, but the way you act! Enjoy your food." Xiao Yang gently stroked Sheng's cheek. He could feel sheng's skin improving.

"The more I want you to hunt with me."

"I'm sure it will. There aren't too many special guests tonight. Would you like me to have dinner with you?"

"My pleasure!

Xiao Yang and rise sitting at the bar, rise can't wait to pick up a big cup of "drink" purr drink.

The corners of his mouth were stained with bright red water. Xiao Yang wiped her lips with her forefinger, sucked the stained fingers, and closed her eyes to enjoy the sweetness.

"You're like a guy who hasn't eaten in years. Xiao Yang laughed.

"When I was a kid, I was weird. Once I started eating, I would forget everything. Food has a very powerful attraction for me."

"Believe me, when the thing you need most is no longer scarce, you don't have a strong urge to acquire it, and you savor the pleasure of things more slowly and carefully!"

"That, of course, is the point of hunting." Sheng is very happy.

"Your body is not suitable for outdoor sports, a strong body is the prerequisite for hunting, I smell a smell of antibiotics on your body, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Yang wondered.

"Well, I shouldn't have kept it from you, but I was kidnapped some time ago. I was tied up and had jars of blood drawn. The needle wasn't clean and I had some symptoms.

"I used to work in a hospital, and the antibiotic smell was really bad, and I was worried about what that stuff would do to you when it got into your body. How is it now?"

"Many of the symptoms subsided, but strange things kept coming up in his neck and chest."

"They're knots, and your collar can't hide them. You are not supposed to come back so quickly. You are supposed to recover so well that when the bad men see your vigorous body, no one will dare to lay a hand on you."

"I have come back to do some business that I must leave at once, and it must be done beforehand to avoid future accidents."

"You are a very cautious man! Did you ever think that something unusual was done to make you think that Jingang City was not a trap?"

"I didn't expect it. I trusted Jingangseong too much."

"Then keep trusting. How soon will you leave?"

"Vinyl was my manager, and they killed him right after I got back, so I didn't have to go back. I was there."

"Vinyl is your reserve food?"

"I can't wait to taste him," he said with a smile as he leaned close to xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang pursed his lips, making him look more boyish. "I'll give you mine," he said.

Sheng was puzzled. "You don't? Or have I offended you?"

"You are a gentleman, giving to those who need it most." Xiao Yang said, embrace Sheng's neck, put the mouth of the cup to Sheng's lips, poured milk to Sheng. Drop by drop, the red "drink" slides down the side of the glass into the deep mouth full of hunger and thirst, full of male hormone confusion.

Xiao Yang sniffed the aroma remaining on her lips, her face acting very erratic.

"Even Vinyl doesn't do that."

"This is the kind of skill we should have. Skilled skills build character. I wonder how you can live with Vinyl. It's always weird when you get older, or when you don't, or when you're suddenly young."

"It wasn't that I had the skills, it was that he wanted to be with me, and I was so grateful to him that he was there when I needed him most, and he was gone when I forgot him."

"You're lucky! Vinyl saw you change your youth?"

"He is very dear to me, and he likes me very much when I am young."

"There was a big event before, a writer was killed, there was a young man pretending to be a middle-aged writer flute, alerted the officials, you are flute?"

"Yes! I'm standing in front of you alive."

"The officials want your blood, and the hunters will do their bidding."

"I've found out why the kidnapper took my blood."

"I'm sorry you didn't give Vinyl a chance."

"He has a mind of his own, and as someone who loves him, I should respect that. When I got back, the Vinyl items mailed to me were missing a lot of winter clothes, and they needed more care."

"It's cold here in the winter, and you don't see anybody in the next spring."

[jinxbloodmoon]

Oh my god Omegle!

Oh god please let the Loki be on here! Okay okay.. I was on omegle doing a frosthawk rp which I will add and they mentioned a link to continue and it never showed and they left and please please please if you’re this Loki, please, message me since I didn’t get anything. Anything!!!! I can’t send a link and I can’t send you a message and I can’t go on or whatever you said so please be on here and find this!!!!

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like ironfrost, loki, frosthawk, and frostiron.

Stranger: Banishment was not something Loki had been expecting when Thor had turned him over to his father. Odin had said he had to be punished by living as a mortal and had stripped him of his powers and armour, then cast him back to Earth. When he awoke he was lying in an alleyway, looking up at the one place he had hoped he'd never see again; Stark Tower. He looked around but nobody seemed to have noticed him lying in the alley, though now he had sat up people were shooting him funny looks, which he returned with steely glares. As he pulled himself to his feet the first drops of rain fell on his face and he scowled. Directly across from the entrance to the alley was what appeared to be a service door on the side of Stark Tower. As thunder rumbled above him (how he hated thunder) he decided that it was the last place anybody would look for him and headed over. The door was closed but thankfully unlocked, and he slipped inside unnoticed.

You: (Reading)

Stranger: (Thanks)

You: Clint couldn't sleep and he hated it. Ever since Loki had gotten into his head, all of his fears came alive and visited him quite regularly. He hardly slept, hardly ate, and if anyone even tried to touch him or raise their hand near him, they were put on their backs or on their faces rather quickly. He couldn't take this tower anymore. People were too happy, too relaxed. They always invited him into their conversations, offered a drink, food, movies. But he didn't want anything. He just wanted the nightmares and flashbacks to stop. Rubbing his fingers through his hair, he sighed softly. He would need to take another walk again. It was the second one today. And it looked like they wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. He never left the main entrance, mostly because by now the citizens of New York City called them heroes and they were on the level of celebrities, if not higher. That and anytime that door opened or closed, Tony and nearly everyone else knew about it. No, this was better. Tony always kept the service door unlocked since they were still in the middle of reservations. He grabbed his coat and was walking down the hall when he heard the service door open and close. Putting his back against the wall, he frowned, scowling as he saw Loki. No, not dreams when he was awake too! Blinking, he looked away scowling. "Go away.. just.. go away."

Stranger: Loki jumped at the sound of the voice, turning quickly to find it's source. So much for sneaking in undetected, without his magic he was essentially mortal and evidently unable to sneak around without an invisibility spell. On the bright side, without his magic he had no connection to the Tesseract or the awful creature controlling it. "Agent Barton." He replied, hiding his surprise behind a mask of disdain. "I'm afraid I cannot do that." At least not until the thunder had stopped. No, he was safer inside. Despite his lack of magic, Loki still had his strength and fighting skill, he was sure he could fight Barton. On closer inspection, Barton didn't look good. There were bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, his skin was pale and waxy and he'd clearly lost some weight. Perhaps Loki wouldn't need to fight him at all.

You: "Oh yes you can just get out of my damn head. You're torturing me enough in my sleep. Can't you give me some kind of sanctuary awake?" Clint shook his head, sighing as his headache worsened. Damn it now he was hallucinating. If this went any farther he'd have to admit himself into a psychiatric ward. And wouldn't that be a fun evaluation. Oh he could see it now. Hi I'm Clint Barton, the better half that tried to destroy New York because I was mind controlled by an alien with a temper tantrum and now he's constantly in my dreams and I'm hallucinating him. Please drug me! He frowned at the thought and sighed, sitting on the ground. "I just want to be left alone."

Stranger: So Barton didn't know he was real? Interesting. "Oh, you've been dreaming of me?" Loki forced a purr into his voice, stepping closer but remaining mostly in shadow so Barton wouldn't see he was without his armour. "How cute. I didn't know you cared." If Barton thought he was a figment of his imagination, then perhaps Loki could hideout here for a few days. Of course messing with Barton was an added bonus. "If I left you alone would you miss me?"

You: He scowled, covering his ears. God that purr, he couldn't stand it. Shivering, he gritted his teeth. "No no.. hell no. I would never miss what you've done to my damn head you bastard!" Clint shivered, knowing he was losing it. He had acted so strong in New York but it was fake. It had to be fake. He couldn't take it anymore. Cursing, he hugged his knees, trying to block out the sound of Loki's voice or anything that was going on. "Please, I just want to go for a walk and clear my head. Please, leave me alone. Haven't you done enough?"

Stranger: "Oh but I think you would." Loki no longer had to fake the purr in this voice, it rumbled in his chest with savage pride. "I think you like having me around, otherwise why would you conjure me when awake?" He stepped closer, watching Barton's arms wind around his knees, hugging them to his chest. He seemed to be losing it? Maybe Loki was going too far? "Clearly you and I have some unresolved issues, you must have something to say to me or why would I be here?" He kept the sneer in his voice, if only to keep up the pretence that he was imaginary.

You: Clint was quiet for a few minutes and it almost looked like he had snapped. But he slowly looked up, studying the man in front of him. Something wasn't right. He was scared and frustrated and wanted to be left alone but there was something else. Something not right. "What the hell are you doing here? Unresolved issues, you brainwashed me!" He took a deep breath before sitting up. Sure, it was probably delusions and this was his own head talking to him but he needed answers. "You were brainwashed too, though. You and I had the same eyes for most of the time. So if that was part of the spell, you were under the same one, weren't you? This wasn't all your doing, was it?"

Stranger: Loki thought that Barton had receded into his own mind but then he snapped. Loki took a hasty step back as Barton sat up, then sighed at his question. "Yes, I was under the control of another." He slid down the wall and rested his forearms on his knees, hands dangling between them. "None of my actions were my idea, or even my choice." He longed to tell someone about Thanos, but the strange magic he had used to prevent Loki saying his name seemed to have remained. "T

Stranger: ((Sorry I hit enter too soon!))

You: (It's alright!)

Stranger: "Through me...someone else was able to control you. I had no control over my actions." Thanos allowed him no rest nor sustenance, no thoughts of his own. Independent thought was met with cruel consequences and eventually Loki had been a spectator in his own body. Until the Hulk, that is.

You: He paused before suddenly laughing. Even if this was a sign of insanity, he didn't care. "Well looks like we were both mindfucked." He turned to Loki, really looking at him. His armor was gone but at least his mind seemed to make up for it. And he was kind of relieved his hallucination decided to keep Loki clothed. He didn't need to be insane and a pervert. Shifting, he frowned slightly. "Sorry.. just had to laugh. I mean.. everyone's been laughing and happy, like nothing happened. Like Tony didn't nearly die from a nuke and it was an easy fight. I hate it, I hate that they can go back to their lives and move on and I can't."

Stranger: Loki flinched at the sudden laughter, which bordered on maniacal. "I suppose that's a fitting description as any." The intense scrutiny Barton directed at him made Loki sure that he'd seen that he was real, but Barton seemed not to notice. "I'd rather you laugh than cry, I've no idea what to do when people cry." He tried to make a joke. "Everyone has their own ways of dealing with trauma, you may have suffered more than any of them." Yes the Man of Iron had almost died, but Barton had had his own mind twisted and turned against him. Loki knew how that felt. "As much as I hate to be cliche, time does heal. Perhaps you should seek help?"

You: "Yeah that would be a great patient file to read. A man's mind twisted through magic now his nightmares about who he thought was tormenting him and now has insane hallucinations of him. Yeah we have solutions for that. Padded cells, lots of drugs, and straight jackets." He frowned and shook his head, sighing. "I don't want help." That wasn't really true. He wanted the nightmares to end and maybe getting help would stop them. But a part of him was afraid that if he didn't have the nightmares, he would just have nothing and he would be a shell.

Stranger: Loki considered that for a moment, would locking Barton up and stuffing him full of chemicals really help? "If you don't want help, then why are you telling me this?" Maybe he could help Barton, and in doing so help himself. Barton wasn't the only one suffering with nightmares and lack of sleep. "Maybe what you need is someone to talk to who understands how you feel?" He tipped his head back to rest it against the wall behind him.

You: "Yeah.. like you?" Well maybe that could work. Real or not, he was the only one who understood what he went through. He sighed softly and closed his eyes as he hugged his knees tighter. "I feel bad. Most of my nightmares are of you and you were in the same situation I was. I don't want to blame you when you weren't the cause of it." He bit his bottom lip, sighing. "Real or not, maybe I should vent to you."

Stranger: "Why not? I am here, aren't I?" Loki rolled his head along the wall until he was facing Barton, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear when it fell as he moved. Of course Barton's nightmares were about him, he'd been the cause of this. Just has his nightmares were of Thanos. "I must be here for a reason, perhaps this is it. You need someone to talk to? Here I am." He sighed softly. "But you are wrong, I was the cause. I wasn't strong enough to stop..." He choked on the name, unable to say it aloud. ".him. Just as you could not stop me."

You: Clint bit his bottom lip and glanced over as he touched his hair. Why was that so comforting and sweet? "Maybe. I tried talking to Nat and she's a bit better and willing to listen but it's hard for her to understand." He scowled after a moment and shook his head. "If you weren't strong enough then I wasn't strong enough and that's.." Well probably right but he didn't want to admit that. He hated being weak. It didn't help his hearing was never the best. He tried to hide it though. Sighing, he shook his head. "Man, whoever this bastard is, he really fucked us over. And no I'm not blaming you. I know if you were in control you wouldn't have done those things. At least not the brainwashing part."

Stranger: "Believe me, nobody understands this better than I." Loki found himself wanting to comfort Barton, but if he touched him then this would all change. Barton could never know he was real. "No, you weren't. But that doesn't excuse my weakness. If I'd fought harder, perhaps we wouldn't be in this mess." He couldn't help but blame himself. "Not just the brainwashing part, I would never have come to Midgard at all." He paused, considering that. "Well, perhaps to visit but certainly not to take over."

You: "If, maybes, we can't try to think like that. What's done is done." He tried to imagine Loki visiting Midgard. He smirked and bit his bottom lip. "If you can eat like Thor can, I could take you to a ton of places with good food. And there's a ton just in New York. Then there's Chicago, Paris, California, god so many good places to eat and great places to see. It's almost overwhelming."

Stranger: "What's done is done." Loki repeated, allowing a soft smile to spread across his face. Together they might just get through this. "I assure you that I can, and have, eaten more than Thor." Only once, when they were children, but he was proud of it nonetheless. "I doubt it would be a good idea to walk around with me, talking to yourself is never a good sign." At the mention of food, Loki's stomach gurgled and he realised he'd have to eat before it got loud enough for Barton to hear. "Why don't you go and get some food, I will be here when you return."

You: He raised an eyebrow and smirked. He was hungry and honestly, so was Clint. Biting his bottom lip, he scowled as his own stomach protested the lack of food. He might as well get up and go get something to eat. Sighing, he stood up, pausing as he frowned. Wait.. but if he was a hallucination, why did he worry about people thinking Clint was talking to himself. He turned to Loki, studying him. "What kind of food do you like? What would you eat in Asgard? I'll try to find an equivalent."

Stranger: Loki was glad Barton didn't push the issue, he obviously couldn't go outside. Someone would recognise him and Barton would be in trouble for walking around with him. "I like most things. I like meat, fruits, and anything sweet." He hadn't eaten Midgardian food since he last visted, over 300 years ago. "You realise I cannot eat, yes? I'm not real."

You: "Yeah.. that's why you're worried about how crazy I'll look when talking to you. Look, if you're real and I'm not crazy, eat when I come back. If you're not real, let your demon of a stomach starve." He sighed. "I'll get you plenty. I'm sure Tony will be relieved when he sees me buying stuff and it being food." He headed to the door. "Real or not.. thanks for listening. And trying to right the wrongs." He glanced over at him and smiled. "I kind of like your better without your armor. I think it makes it easier to talk to you." With that he left the tower, heading to the main places nearby that he knew had great food. If he wanted a feast, he would get him one.

Stranger: Loki resisted the urge to laugh, but he did smile. "Thank you for listening too." He watched silently as Barton left, then sighed. "But what will you do when you discover I am real?" Would Barton hand him over to the others? Would he be angry that Loki had deceived him? Loki scrubbed his hands over his face and pulled himself to his feet. "I suppose I should find somewhere to wait for Barton." He tried several doors along the hallway until he found an open one, which led to a storage closet. He turned a large bucket upside down and sat on it to wait for Barton's return.

You: Clint took a while since he wanted to make sure he had plenty of options. About five restaurants and a few convenience stores later, he came in through the service room carrying several bags. He paused, frowning as he noticed the hall was empty? Had he been seeing things? He really was hoping that Loki was real. Someone to talk to, even if it meant he had to find a way to hide Loki from everyone. He was about to head back to his room when he saw the storage closet was open. He walked in, relieved to see that Loki had found a chair in a way. "Probably not as fancy as some big dining hall in Asgard but I at least brought a feast of royal size." He set several bags down, some from fast food places that were common like mcdonald's and white castles, to more local places with roast beef, pizzas, and some bags from convenience stores like 7/11. "I basically walked and looked for food, all of my favorites right here."

Stranger: Loki wasn't surprised Barton had found him, he'd left the door open intentionally. His stomach gave an enthusiastic growl at the smell of the food and he licked his lips. "That certainly is a lot of food." He sighed, he was going to have to tell Barton he was real if he hoped to get something to eat. "Barton...there is something we must discuss." He cleared his throat and looked up to meet his eyes, then changed his mind and instead put his hand out, palm flat. He left the decision up to Barton as to whether he wanted to know if Loki was real or not.

You: Clint paused, frowning as he looked at his hand. This was it, now or never. Either he was crazy or not. Sighing, he walked over and grabbed his hand, letting out a sigh of relief. "God.. for once I am happy to see your sorry ass. Man if you were only a hallucination I would have lost it." But now they had the pressing matter of keeping him safe while in Stark Tower. While he was generally sure Tony would probably not turn him over to Shield given he was incredibly annoyed with the organization for their secrets, he wasn't sure how the rest of the team would react. "How about.. How about we eat and then worry about safety alright?"

Stranger: Loki held his breath as Barton reached for his hand and let it out in a sudden exhale when he spoke. "I am sorry I deceived you." He released Barton's hand with a soft smile. "That sounds like a good idea." He reached out to grab a bag of food, uncaring what it. "I thought you would kill me if you knew I was real." Kill him or worse, enact his revenge for what Loki had put him through. "I won't lie, I'm glad you didn't."

You: "You are the god of lies and mischief so it's not like I should be surprised." He smirked slightly as he noticed he grabbed the taco bell. "I recommend the bean burrito in there. Simple but so good." Clint shrugged and grabbed a gyro, taking a bite. "Are you kidding me? I"m just glad to know that I'm not losing it. Besides, I've had time to think and I had an idea you weren't so evil in the whole situation. Thanks for being truthful about that by the way."

Stranger: Loki laughed softly as he opened the bag. "Yes, I suppose that makes sense." He routed through the bag until he found the wrapper which said bean burrito and unwrapped it. It did smell good. "No, you aren't losing it, though I'm surprised you noticed. Nobody else did." Not even Thor had realised he wasn't himself. "You deserved...deserve to know the truth." The bean burrito was indeed good, and he finished it quickly before reaching for another bag, curious to taste more Midgardian food,

Stranger: ((* should be a fullstop at the end of that, not a comma))

You: "Hmm well I guess when you experience the same mind fuck, you start to notice the signs." He held out his gyro. "Try it. It's greek and one of their classic foods. It's so good and when you find a great place that knows how to make it you're in heaven." Clint paused before laughing. "Maybe we should go on a road trip to all these great places to eat. Each main city and even small towns have great food in america alone. It would be interesting. And you'd get to see what Midgard is like."

Stranger: "It was nice to be able to tell someone about it." Loki replied, taking the offered back and finding something to unwrap. "I don't think that is a good idea." He sighed, it sounded wonderful and he'd always wanted to explore Midgard, but it would be too dangerous for them. "I am a wanted criminal, I can't go outside." He wasn't even sure if it was safe to stay here.

You: "How long were you outsides just now? Before you came in that is? I mean sure it will be difficult but there's ways to stay hidden. It's how we have to be when we're working on missions, especially recon missions. We're pretty much celebs now so I've seen a lot of the team hide their face and wear plain clothes so their not recognized." He shrugged. "But if you're not comfortable it's fine. I don't mind bringing you food though."

Stranger: Loki shrugged, he'd been unconscious. "I awoke around 5 minutes before coming in here, but other than that I've no idea." Barton's idea could work, but it was very risky. Especially considering how fresh the attack was in everyone's mind. "I appreciate the food. Is there somewhere I can stay until it is safe to take that trip? It sounds wonderful." Would he have to cut his hair as part of his disguise? He hoped not.

You: "Hmm well we could try but not right away. Which means we might have to tell Tony you're here." Which was a gamble. He chewed his bottom lip before checking the time. "I can bring you up to my floor. It's not too late but as long as we avoid the main pathways, we shouldn't run into anyone. And by now most don't come up to my floor unless they tell me ahead of time. One time Tony tried to walk in and I tackled him, thinking he was an intruder."

Stranger: Loki blanched at the idea of telling anybody he was here. "Could we postpone telling him for a while? I doubt he'll be pleased to see me." He did find the idea of Barton tackling anyone that came in amusing, though. "Are there not security measures? What if someone does see me?" Still, hiding out under the Avenger's noses would be the last place anyone would expect to find him. And if it meant staying with Barton? He was ok with that.

You: "We can postpone until probably tomorrow. Given the time he's probably been drinking and unless his ai sees you as an actual threat, he will only mention there's a new person in the tower, not who." He smiled. "Besides, that computer owes me one for thinking I said to set me alarm for seven pm and not seven am, face in pillow be damned. He can give us about twelve hours before he alerts Tony." He stood up, turning to Loki. "C'mon we can eat when we get to my floor. There's an actual table and chairs up there."

Stranger: "I'd rather we postponed it indefinitely but if you think we should tell him, then I trust you." Loki had forgotten about the disembodied voice called Jarvis until now, as he recalled it controlled the whole tower. Twelve hours of safety would do for now. "Lead the way, then." Loki stood and scooped some of the bags up, then followed Barton out the door.

You: "He's the one with the override to all the security measures in this tower. The sooner he's aware of you and that you come in peace, the better." Clint grabbed the rest of the bags and lead the way through a well memorized path of avoiding the team and sneaking out so they wouldn't fret over him and his weight. Once they got to his floor, he walked over to the kitchen area. "By the way Jarvis, I don't want you telling Tony he's here until noon tomorrow. Believe me, it's best if we delay it." The voice responded saying, "Sir this is not a good idea but if you insist, I will make sure no one knows of his presence." Clint turned to him, smirking. "See? He owed me."

Stranger: Loki nodded and tried his best to seem non-threatening as they made their way through the Tower. "I gather you sneak out often?" He asked as they finally made their way onto Barton's floor. "But how do you know you can trust him? Did Stark not make him?" Was Jarvis not loyal to Stark above all others? They set the food down on the table and Loki sank into a chair much more comfortable than his bucket and pulled out some more food. "So...we have to tell Stark tomorrow?"

You: "Yup. And just avoid the team in general. By now I've learned to follow their patterns." He glanced over and sighed. "Oh there's still the chance he will betray me but I'm counting on Tony rooting for the underdog and his anger towards Shield. Counting on a lot of things that could go right or wrong." He frowned and sat down as well after getting them some water to drink. "Yeah.. I mean we should. I think he'd appreciate it more than him walking into the room and seeing you there lounging on the bed eating a taco."

Stranger: "Aren't they worried about you?" Loki asked, opening something called a Big Mac and taking a bite. This was his favourite so far. "Well that certainly makes me feel better." He said sarcastically, accepting the water and taking a sip. "Yes, that makes sense. He would probably throw me out of a window if he discovered me here. We should probably decide what we will say to him."

You: "Yes, but they also know that I can get violent if they accidentally sneak up on me or piss me off." He shifted, frowning. Maybe he was losing it. He smirked at the mention of being thrown out the window. "I'd make sure he caught you, given you don't have a suit like he did. And I also don't think he would want that kind of news coverage right in front of his tower." Clint took a bit of a hot dog. "I was thinking along the lines of 'Hey Tony, Loki landed in front of your tower and I met him, thought he was a hallucination until the power of food and talking helped us out so he's here now. Good morning by the way.'"

Stranger: "I guess that's a good a deterrent as any." Loki shrugged and munched on his Big Mac. "And I would appreciate that. The conditions of my banishment required me losing my powers, so I would be unable to stop myself." He didn't think he'd die if he fell, losing his powers hadn't taken away his natural strength or durability, but he'd almost definitely break something upon landing. He sputtered a laugh at Barton's idea, choking on his burger and having to take a large gulp of water to clear the blockage. "I can picture his face." He grinned, then frowned. "What if he thinks I am controlling you again?"

Stranger: ((Another time, of course))

You: "Simple. He can take a look into my eyes. He has it in his notes the eye color change." He took a bite and smirked. "I like your life. It's not taunting like in my dreams. It's really nice." He bit his bottom lip and sighed. "Sorry, that was probably creepy to say or whatever." He looked around before shifting. "You can sleep in my bed tonight, just so you know."

Stranger: ((I'll give you the link but if you don't want to carry on that's fine. I really have to go, I've got to be up tomorrow.))

You: (Okay I should probably be going to bed soon too. I have to get up early as well.

Stranger: ((Then I hope to see you there soon :) I'll post a reply tomorrow when I get in. Goodnight :) ))

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