#But you can't tell me he's not a manipulative little shrimp

[brettanomycroft]

Forget "Mr. Bonzo's On His Way," my favorite tune in The Magnus Protocol is Sam playing Alice like a fiddle on repeat.

[writing-whump]

ma'am, for your consideration: arnie realizing he can weaponize his human fragility by forcing his bros to co-exist in the same space. Aka him purposefully getting hurt/sick and putting both Isaiah and Hector as his emergency contacts, because he's manipulative like that. I love this boy so much

Food poisoning

Hehe thank you for sending this! I was staring at this one for a long time, cause it has the right mix of drama and brother bonding, lol. It has a bit of a twist to it :D

Arnie sat down at the sushi place at the mall, going over his plan one more time.

He would make Hector and Isaiah talk. They couldn't avoid each other forever. And fortunately for him, neither could deny him anything when they were worried for him.

Shrimps were the perfect choice. A bit of runny nose, itchy eyes and some cramps that would go away quickly enough, but if he pretended he ate many, he could exaggerate the symptoms and have them both rushing to his side. He had been allergic to anything shellfish since childhood.

Arnie gathered the sushi rolls, shrimp and crab mixed in, some cucumber ones too. It was the kind of all-you-can-eat place, so why not enjoy himself why he was at it?

He kept coming and returning with new portions to his table with a great view from the upper floor to the lower one, where the exit and the escalator were. Watching people rushing in and out, the different clothes, the speed was Arnie's favorite pastime at places like these.

He got himself those Japanese cherries and a big coke to sip on when Hector suddenly shook his shoulder from behind.

"Hey. I thought I caught a familiar scent. What are you getting lunch for and not calling me?"

Arnie winced, wrinkling his forehead. "Hey. I didn't know you were in town."

Hector rolled his eyes, hurling himself into the chair opposite Arnie, immediately grabbing for the sushi on his carefully arranged plates. "This place is like 5 minutes from the pack base. It's the center of my work radius."

"H-hey! That's my food! Go get your own," Arnie exclaimed.

Hector grinned, throwing the sushi and the shrimp into his mouth, not even taking time to use the cutlery. "Oh shut up. You can't eat half of this amount, are you crazy? Way too much for your tiny human stomach."

"Very funny," Arnie glared. Now that he was caught like this, he couldn't pretend not to notice the shrimp or that he ate more than Hector saw him eat.

Not that there was much left to eat, Hector devoured his plates without even looking.

"What are you so hungry for? You had a giant breakfast," Arnie said in irritation, sipping on his Coke. Hector was like a bulldozer to his plans.

"Hungry like a wolf," Hector said with a wink.

Since the little New Year's debacle Hector had been a lot more cheerful and friendly, although that wasn't really his style.

Arnie had to appreciate the effort he was putting into looking like he was alright with Arnie getting messages and Saturday lunches with Isaiah. Like he was happy for him when he clearly wasn't.

Arnie wasn't sure what the most prevalent emotion was for Hector. Jealousy? The sense of betrayal and hurt? From him or from Isaiah? Seriously, couldn't the two just sit down and have a long talk about what happened?

Not that Arnie was getting much in that department. He still didn't dare to address it directly and Isaiah skillfully dodged the topic or ignored any hints Arnie threw in to warm him up to it.

Arnie all but lost his appetite as he watched Hector clean out the plates with speed and getting more.

"You in a hurry? You are eating like there is no tomorrow," Arnie commented with a scrunched nose.

Hector rolled his eyes. "You want me to have table manners at a mall sushi stand? For real? Couldn't you have picked one of the fancier restaurants down the street? We are at the center, we got money, why don't you enjoy it."

"Oh, and I thought you would tell me to eat something more local instead of a risky fish stuff." That's what Isaiah told him last time, which Arnie couldn't take seriously after Isaiah took him for their first lunch after years at his favourite sushi restaurant. This small family place made everything fresh right there in front of their eyes.

Hector gave him a look, his cheeks puffing out and he muffed a burp against his fist. "You are the smartass here. Fuuh, I'm full." Didn't make him slow down as he threw himself at the rest of his half-filled plate.

"Then stop eating," Arnie said with a fond eye-roll. "It's just a mall sushi place," he added teasingly.

Hector's eyes narrowed and he smirked, taking it as a challenge as he ate the last bits before getting more dessert. Arnie would have popped from that amount a long time ago.

"Urrrrp, okay I'm done," Hector said after the next 15 minutes, leaning back in the chair. "That was pretty good. The sushi seems a bit old and wrinkly, but the taste is good."

"Remind me why I don't usually invite you for lunch," Arnie said dryly as Hector burped, loudly this time. "Come on, let's take a walk by the river. Help you settle and all."

Hector just grinned shamelessly, standing up to pay the bill for both of them.

Hector could complain all he liked, the mall had a good location. Just next to the river, the bank made into a beautiful park with nicely cut grass, fancy trees and those little gym instruments along the way.

The weather was gray and uninviting, but the temperature was actually quite pleasant, so Arnie didn't complain as they made their way against the current.

Hector walked like an old man, unzipping his jacket to free space for his bulging stomach. Arnie didn't notice how huge it got from behind the table.

Hector even planted his hand on it, rubbing slightly as they walked.

It hit Arnie then that it was Sunday. "Wait wait wait. You don't have any work in town today. You came to- you wanted to have lunch with me! Just like Isaiah did yesterday!"

Hector gave him a sour glare. "That's not-not why I did it at all."

Arnie giggled. Oh my god, that was so neat. Hector couldn't stand him and Isaiah having something he didn't have.

"Stop-urrrp-stop laughing," Hector said angrily, cheeks turning red.

"You know, you can always come with me? Isaiah would be happy to see you," Arnie said, still smiling wide.

"Happy my ass," Hector grunted.

"Oh come on! I know you want to."

"That's not, hiccc, that's not the issue-" Hector stopped as they came to the little bridge that people took pictures from, leaning heavily against the railing as another hiccup shook his shoulders.

"What, you worried he is angry about any of the mean stuff you tell him? I'm sure he is not," Arnie said, a smug smile growing as Hector's eyes widened that he figured it out.

"He knows you. He would forgive you anything. Can't you just-"

"Okay, Arnie, stop, I-"

"No," Arnie interrupted, bracing against the railing beside him. The chilly air, the river flowing with such force, it all gave him courage to breach this topic. "I think it's time you act like an adult and had a talk-"

Hector suddenly heaved, hands gripping the railing and threw up over it.

Arnie stagged in shock, not expecting that. "Geez, a little warning, eh?"

Hector didn't seem to be finished, leaning over only for another projectile vomit to shoot out. Distracted by the conversation, Arnie only realized now that Hector was sweaty all over, pale and breathing hard, bracing against the railing with all force.

"Hex? Hey, it's okay, get it up. I told you it was too much..." Arnie said, carefully placing a hand on his back, feeling the muscles move underneath the jacket.

"Think-ughhh-think there was something wrong with the food," Hector said with a grimace, bowing to lean his forehead against the cool metal of the railing, still gripping it with both hands as if for balance. "My stomach's fucking killing me."

Arnie rubbed his back with more vehemence now. Was the mall sushi worse than he thought? Was it spoiled and he didn't notice? He didn't have a single bite and Hector said it tasted old...

"Ughhhh," Hector wrapped both his hands around his stomach, face going white and then abruptly red and then white again. "Christ, this fucking hurts."

"Okay, uhmm," Arnie wracked his head with what to do. They were stranded between the mall, the river and the park. And Hector never said a word when he was hurting, this was bad.

"Do you want to- wait, wait, don't do that!"

Hector's knees gave out underneath him and he crouched down, moaning.

"Let's sit you down on a bench. Look there is one right over there, come on." Arnie felt himself panicking a little, rubbing Hector's arm, trying to coax him to stand back up.

Hector just curled more onto himself, clutching at his stomach like his organs were about to spill on the sidewalk.

He was bright red, white spotches on his face and neck and his throat was bobbing dangerously with each deep heaving breath.

"Told you...not to trust cheap places like that," Hector gritted out between breaths.

Arnie felt cold settling in his stomach. The food was bad and he ordered it, was about to eat to make Hector worry about him. This was way worse than any allergic reaction, this was downright food poisoning. This should have been him, not Hector.

"I'm so sorry. Hold on to me." He managed to free one of Hector's hands and pull it around his shoulders, tagging at him to get him up.

Hector groaned, but let Arnie hoist him up. It was a fragile position, because Hector was two times Arnie's size, all muscle and height while Arnie had the slim built of a teenage boy.

Hector swayed on his feet and Arnie wrapped his arm around his back while supporting his chest with the other. If Hector fell down, he would take Arnie with him, no stopping it.

"Okay, steady. Don't fall down," Arnie begged.

Hector burped, then doubled over Arnie's arm and vomited again, chunky pieces of dark and light pink sushi all over the ground. The smell had Arnie's nose wrinkling in disgust and he held his breath, planting both legs apart to find a stable center.

A woman and a kid passing by scrambled away quickly with a squeal.

Hector's shoulders rolled with another heave, all muscles in his jaw clenching and tensing as he fought against the next wave, but it came all the same, another chunky slimy mess. At least it shot up with such force it didn't hit any of them yet, though it sprayed around as it hit the concrete with a splash.

"A-are you okay?" Arnie hated the anxiety that made his voice sound all small and childish but there it was.

Hector spat out a pink frothy mouthful on the ground, straightening up at his question. "Good-uuuuuurp-I'm good. A bench you said?"

"Yeah, right over there." Arnie used all his strength to turn Hector around and guide him towards the bench. He was left sweaty and out of breath by the time they made the five steps towards it, Hector swaying with each movement in a different direction.

Hector collapsed on the wood gratefully, immediately spreading his legs and bracing on his knees to burp loudly on the ground. Nothing came up this time, but his stomach had a piercing angry growl that had Arnie jumping up.

Hector moaned, one hand back to clutch at the top of his belly, hanging his head. It was terrifying how someone stronger than the world could be reduced to a shaking mess by food.

And it was all Arnie's fault.

The blond sat down on the bench as gently as he could, hands on Hector's back and upper arm, quickly soaking with sweat. 

"Feeling any better? It's not even been an hour since you ate, maybe you will get rid of it and feel better soon," Arnie said pleadingly, clasping Hector's shoulder as a sudden heave had him wincing.

"Everything's-... everything's spinning. Where..." Hector blinked several times, one hand still on his stomach but the other sneaking over towards his younger brother.

Arnie grabbed the hand quickly, clutching it tightly. "You feel dizzy?" This was getting worse and worse. He was seriously afraid now.

Hector shut his eyes, grimacing as he took deep erratic breaths.

"We need help. I can't get you anywhere like this. I'll call an ambulance." Anyone or anything to get Hector from looking like that, face contorting in pain.

"Nahhhh...I'm kay-justbadfoodsnonsnese..."

"Yeah, but your shadow won't work on food poisoning and you are slurring your words and-" Arnie pressed his face into Hector's shoulder trying to calm down enough to think. He couldn't just panic and leave Hector like this.

Would an ambulance work though? What if Hector's shadow acted up? It was fine now, not even budging, but that’s because Hector was used to Arnie. A bunch of strangers when he was confused, dizzy and in pain? Bad combination for a wolf. He could rip someone's head off and not notice.

There was only one solution. Ironically enough, Arnie would get his wish after all.

Still holding Hector's hand tight, he reached with his free hand to his pocket to get his phone out. The panic and the fact it was his left hand made him clumsy, but Isaiah's number was still there from yesterday.

Isaiah picked up on the first ring. "He-"

"Isaiah, thank god," Arnie interrupted. "You have to come get us. Hector's super sick, he can't even walk or see straight and I can't- I need to get him home, but maybe he needs a hospital? What if he needs a hospital, how d-do I k-know? I have no one to call, you know how angry he would be if I called someone from the pack in his state- can you come?"

"Arnie. Arnie calm down, you are talking too fast. Deep breaths. I'll come wherever you want. Now where are you?"

"At the park behind the mall? You know the big one in the centrum, I-I don't know w-what it's called..." Arnie was all but choking on tears right now.

Hector's grip on his hand tightened and he was heaving again, loud and horse guttural sounds accompanying the process. White pink vomit covered the ground between his legs and there was puke hanging from his nose and chin.

"I know where it is. I'll be there in a sec, you hear? It's going to be okay."

Hector made another horrible sound, moaning between burps. Arnie still held his hand, pressed between Hector's straining stomach and his tight.

"Arnie? What's wrong with Hector? Is he hurt?" Isaiah's voice was smooth and calm, holding the worry deep behind.

Arnie latched onto the sound. "No, but he ate really bad sushi and-"

Hector groaned at the mention like a hurt animal.

"And it hit him out of nowhere and he can't stop throwing up and Isaiah pleasepelasehurry..."

Hector gave him a side long glance, straightening up. His chin was slimy with spit and puke and Arnie realzied he didn't even have handkerchiefs on him.

"I'm on my way." Isaiah hang up.

Hector looked dazed, leaning back, rubbing at his stomach. It still looked full and distended, a sliver of skin sticking out from under his white shirt. Sweat run down his neck, creating a dark splotch around the collar.

"Feeling any better?" Arnie asked hopefully.

"Feeling awful. But it's fine. Stop crying, geez. It's not like it will kill me." Hector let his head hang back, voice raspy like he gurgled glass, sniffling. His hands hovered towards his face but he didn't dare touch it.

"I-I'm not crying!" Arnie protested, quickly swiping the back of his hand over his eyes to get rid the moisture. "You just look super bad, that's all."

Hector burped, cheeks puffing out with the movement. "Stop panicking and get me some napkins or something."

Arnie stood up at the order, Hector's face did look awful all covered in puke and saliva..."I can't leave you like this. Isaiah's on his way. Just a minute."

"The heck you calling him for?" Hector complained, rubbing at his chest, working out an airy burp. "Just caught me off guard, that's all."

"You can't walk and you are too heavy for me to-"

"No, you are just too tiny," Hector teased with a weak half-smile.

Arnie sat back down on the bench in relief. He knew what Hector was doing, playing it off like that, but it worked all the same.

"I'm so sorry," Arnie clutched his pants on his knees, "I should have been the one sick, not you."

Hector closed his eyes, head still leaning back, lips locked tight together. The stench from the puddle of vomit between his feet probably wasn't making it better. "What's that about? You couldn't have known it was bad."

Hector's stomach let out an unhappy gurgle, making the older blond wince and hiccup. "Ugggggh. Feels like there is a storm in my insides." He gulped down audibly.

"The nausea coming back?" Arnie said, palming Hector's arm anxiously.

Fortunately, that's when Isaiah appeared from the other side of the mall where Arnie now noticed the parking lot.

Isaiah quickly assessed the situation, frowning at both of them in concentration, a backpack half-heartedly thrown over one shoulder.

"Hello there. You need a ride home?"

"That would be fantastic," Arnie said, shooting up and tackling Isaiah in a hug. He was so glad they had someone to call, all but forgetting about his previous plan. He knew Isaiah would come, but it really counted now.

Isaiah huffed, staggering back a little, hugging him back with one arm. He squeezed Arnie's shoulders once, before sitting down next to Hector.

Hector didn't open his eyes, though his lips curled in a grimace. "Geez, I'm the one sick and the two are having the time of their lives."

Isaiah rolled his eyes, getting a bunch of paper towels from the backpack and handing them over to Hector. The sick man eagerly cleaned his chin and blew his nose.

"Let's see," Isaiah planted a hand against Hector's cheek. "You don't have a fever. How is your stomach?"

Hector's eyebrows drew together and he straightened, moving away from the touch.  "Cramping like hell, but manageable. Really, you are totally useless at this point. The fun part's over."

"That's good, at least you won't puke in the car. Ready to go?" Isaiah handed Arnie a small bag with all the dirty paper towels. The youngest quickly scooped them up and threw them in the nearest trashcan, happy to have something to do.

It was amazing how quickly both of them calmed down when Isaiah showed up. Hector was putting himself together for Arnie's sake before, but despite his words, his shoulders sagged in relief and his face went from angry strained red to only a bit sickly white.

"We are going to my place this time," Hector warned, which had Arnie's eyebrows shooting up in question.

Hector obediently leaned forward though, sidestepping the mess on the grass to get up.

Isaiah grabbed Hector's arm to help him stand, reaching to wrap his own around his back, but Hector stepped away. "Keep your grabby hands to yourself. I can walk." He swayed on unsteady feet, but kept himself upwards, which Arnie counted as a win.

Isaiah said nothing, slightly amused. He took the backpack that had Arnie wondering what other first help things he got into it to make it so big and the trio got on their way.

"Front or back?" Isaiah asked once they reached the car.

Hector eyed Isaiah's car with a frown. It was an older model of Audi. Not too fancy or obvious, but that was a quality vehicle.

Hector didn't answer, opening the back door and sitting down, though he didn't close it, lips pressed tightly together. Arnie wasn't sure if he was fuming at being helped, at how cool the car model was or if he was getting sick again.

Isaiah shrugged, sliding the backpack to the back seats next to Hector and starting the engine.

That's when Hector let out a loud belch and leaned forward, legs out of the car and braced against the door. He spat on the ground, his body going rigid.

Arnie hurried to his side, hand on his shoulder. "Starting again?"

"No-I just...fuck, give me a second." He was breathing fast again, grimacing, his stomach making loud bubbling noises Arnie could hear even over the running engine.

Arnie could hear the liquid running up Hector's throat before his brother leaned forward with a retch.

The first wave was small, pinkish in colour, but the next one was big and thick, all bright pink and orange. Hector was hurling it out with a force that had him almost face-diving to the ground, weren't it for Arnie's hold.

"That's disgusting," Hector panted, mouth hanging open. Arnie noticed Isaiah turned from behind the wheel to reach over, his hand now on Hector's back too.

Arnie hoped they weren't overwhelming him with all the touches, but Hector didn't seem to mind as another gush of puke joined the first one on the concrete with a loud splash. Arnie moved his feet away a little to save his shoes.

"You can't possibly have anything left in you," Arnie said in a stunned voice as Hector went from vomiting to a coughing fit, wrecking his whole frame.

"Huh, you wanna bet?" Hector said with a sound somewhere between a cough and a burp, leaning back. His face looked white and pinched again.

Isaiah had a bottle of water unscrewed and ready, holding it up for Hector.

The older blond took it and rinsed his mouth out before planting himself back on the seat, eyes shut and breathing fast, but getting slower.

Isaiah eyed him like he was an interesting puzzle to solve. His calm nerves had Arnie impressed. "Let's just drive. You can continue with that at home. The bag is right there, when you need it."

Hector muffled another burp, angrily looking at Arnie who took the offered bag, positioning it next to his sick brother.

The drive back was silent. Isaiah kept looking back at them in the mirror while Arnie watched Hector anxiously.

Hector, for his part, was tense and quiet, arms wrapped around his middle. He held himself as still as possible and Isaiah was driving carefully, but Arnie could tell the ride made it worse.

Just when they turned towards the building where Hector and Arnie shared an apartment, Hector suddenly grabbed for the bag and dry heaved over it for several minutes. The car stopped a long time ago, when he was finished, burping emptily into the bag, bringing up the smallest mouthful of brown-pink puke. It hit the plastic with a splash that had them all cringing.

Arnie was tired from the ordeal and he wasn't even the one being sick. The guilt burned his stomach like acid as he urged Hector to let go of the bag.

Isaiah circled the car, opening it, but Hector just sat unmovingly, sagging to the side.

Isaiah's expression softened. "I know you are wiped, bud. Almost home. You will lie down, sleep this off and be good as new." He cupped Hector's cheek gently, patting it until Hector's eyes unscrewed open. He didn't even have the energy to muster up a proper glare, sliding into Isaiah's ready arms.

Arnie was grateful for Isaiah's wolf strength as he held Hector up and dragged him inside, following after them with the backpack.

[the-broken-truth]

TWST Self-Aware/Overseer AU OC: Teagan

Name: Teagan

Age: 17 (Body Age)

Race: Deity/Human (Body)

Homeland: Unknown

Height: 5 Feet 8 Inches

Body Type: Fit

Birthday: Unknown

Personality/Nature: Compassionate & Energetic

Current Occupation: Overseer/Night Raven Freshman (First-Year)

Sorted Dorm: Ramshackle

Unique Magic: Inner Armory - Summoning any kind of weapon crafted from any kind of material

Incantation: "Bronze, Silver, Gold - I shall craft a weapon to behold! Inner Armory!"

Likes: Exercising, Reading, Sparring, Jogging, Baking, Singing, Gardening

Dislikes: Liars, Manipulators, Losing what is important to her, deal-breakers

Favorite Food: Chicken

Favorite Fast Food: Chicken Nuggets

Least Favorite Food: Fish

Favorite Class: Physical Education

Favorite Teacher: Vargas

Best Friend(s): Jack Howl & Sebek Zigvolt (Sparring Buddies)

Worst Enemy(s): Vil Schoenheit & Rook Hunt

Signature Traits: An Earring in the shape of an hourglass containing red sand. (Take a good guess who gave her that)

Favorite Location: The Spelldrive Field (Loves the game)

Relationships w/ Key CharactersQuotes

Riddle Rosehearts:

"I'm not apologizing for slapping your mother." (Did so in a past life when Riddle was a kid)

"Stop stressing over the small stuff - you'll get gray hair faster."

"(Exhales) Why did she make so many rules?" (Talking about the Queen of Hearts)

Trey Clover

"I love your tarts."

"Thank you for being there for Riddle."

"Stop bowing to me! It's weird!"

Cater Diamond

"No, I don't know how to use a phone."

"How do you make a MagiCam Account?"

"Someone hearted my picture. What does that mean?"

Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade

"Knock before coming into my dorm, guys!"

"Study first, then you can have your desserts."

"I'm not taking those collars off..."

Leona Kingscholar

"You! Me! Spelldrive/Chess! Right Now!"

"Get off me... I'm not your pillow."

"Leona, stop breaking into my dorm when I am not here."

Ruggie Bucchi

"Here! I got you some donuts!" (Giving him donuts on Weekends)

"Here. Send this to your Grandmother." (Giving Ruggie Money)

"I created Beastmen to be equals... Some seem to have forgotten that." (Revealing who she is to Ruggie)

Jack Howl

"Square up, Howl!" (Getting ready to spar)

"The first one to 50 Laps wins!"

"I let you win that one!" (After losing)

Azul Ashengrotto

"Sure, I'll give you a hand with the Lounge."

"No, I want to pay full price." (When Azul offers a discount)

"Come here... You need to rest." (When Azul is tired)

Jade Leech

"Being twins is not easy....and I'm the younger one."

"Jade, please, tell Floyd to let me go..." (When Floyd hugs her)

"That smile of yours dangerous... In a good way... I think."

Floyd Leech

"Floyd, please, let go."

"I'm not a Shrimp!"

"You're lucky I love you (As A Friend), Floyd..."

Kalim Al-Asim

"Good Morning, Little Sunbeam."

"No parties until you bring your grades up without Jamil's Help."

"Genesis yelled at you? He didn't mean to upset you, he just wants you to be a better version of yourself. You are Dorm Warden, after all."

Jamil Viper

"You will serve no one while I am here."

"Still just as clingy as you were a decade ago."

"Of course, I kept it. It means a lot to me, just like you do."

Vil Schoenheit

"Stop touching my hair."

"There is a difference between beauty and vanity, Schoenheit. Learn it."

"What do you mean 'I don't act lady-like'? You trying to say how I should act?!"

Rook Hunt

"I can see you in those bushes, Hunt."

"Stop following my brother around; you are seriously annoying him."

"You can't 'hunt' me, Rook; I can sniff you out before you have me in your sights."

Epel Felmier

"Even the deadliest things can come in smaller packages."

"Stretch before you start training with Genesis; it will prevent you from getting cramps."

"I really don't understand why the Dark Mirror placed you in Pomefiore; you're nothing like Vil or Rook, that's probably why I love hanging out with you."

Idia Shroud

"You have an interesting collection of video games, Idia."

"Here. I got this for you." (Giving Idia a Figurine)

"Excuse me for a moment, Idia; I need to visit the King of the Underworld." (Finding out about The Shroud Family Curse)

Ortho Shroud

" Good Morning, Little Shroud."

"You remember my brother?"

"My Original Name? Sorry, Ortho, I cannot tell you that."

Malleus Draconia

"I wish I could say I understand how you are feeling... But I would be lying to both you and myself."

"You are correct, Malleus. Genesis is the one who created Fae."

"Please, you have to stop this. Genesis is not who you think he is... Not anymore."

Lilia Vanrouge

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY KITCHEN?! OUT!"

"Stop lying to Silver. Genesis is not his father, nor is he your former lover."

"I know you saw him as family... Alas, he wasn't able to remain with you."

Sebek Zigvolt

"Why must you be so loud this early in the morning?"

"You wish to face me? Very well."

"You never met him, so why are you so obsessed with my brother?"

Silver

"I am not your Aunt, Silver, just as Genesis is not your 'Dad'. Your Father is living in delusion."

"You need to stop sleeping in strange places."

"Here. At least sleep on this." (Giving Silver a portable cotton cot)

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All Mine (Yandere-ish Pregame Kokichi x Reader)

tw: Manipulation from both sides, implied mutual obsession, blackmail, reader is borderline yandere as well, implication of planned kidnapping (doesn't happen though)

Word Count: 915

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"You're mine, and mine alone."

"Funny, I remember differently, E/N."

"We were meant to be together."

"I was meant to be with Kokichi."

"That shrimp? You have got to be kidding me! He can't even protect you! For god's sake he's hiding behind you right now!"

"Y-Y/N, we should just leave..."

"Hah! The loser can't even get rid of the fucking stutter! I don't know what you see in him."

"I know what I don't see in you. Or would you rather me show our entire class that you cross-dressed and went out with guys for money?"

"How- No, this seriously isn't worth the trouble. Delete the damn picture."

"It's not a picture, and guess what? It's already in the process of downloading to Instagram and Snapchat. You never had a choice here. You shouldn't have laid a hand on my boyfriend."

"I- .....I'm getting the hell out of here."

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Once again concludes a day of blackmailing people that lay a hand to your sweetheart. It definitely not honest work, because Kokichi isn't even aware of just how much information you had on everyone at school. If he did, he'd probably be a little bit scared of you.

Not that you'd ever blackmail him of course, you'd never hold something above his head like the others do. He gets shoved around a lot the days that you miss, so if you can get back at them for it, it's free game. It's only fair right?

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Your sweet, sweet Kokichi never does anything to them. Boy are you so wrong. He taunts them, then pretends to be innocent. Quite the cunning boy he is, he fools you so many times. He can't waits for the day that you let your guard down just enough for him to sedate you.

That guy was surely right, he couldn't protect you. But he can't just pull you out of school completely just yet either, there'd be no one left to protect him after all. He knows exactly what you're doing for him, and is extremely grateful of how easily you play into his hand. He loves you so very much.

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It's not enough for him though, he's becoming so clingy. You don't seem too phased, which pleases him immensely. If you don't mind this, you wouldn't mind being with him all the time right? You wouldn't leave him all alone, he wouldn't allow that. This cute act he uses constantly isn't exactly a lie either, he does need you. You keep him from getting beat up and starving on a daily basis. His grades have improved to the point where his parents don't even care where he spends his time after school.

Your house is like paradise to him, he can just curl up into a ball of your blankets and fall asleep within minutes. Of course, he loves sneaking into your room just to look around too. See what your latest gaming obsessions and favorite characters are. Any information he can learn about you is good enough for him.

What he doesn't seem to know is that you've picked up on all of his red flags, and are happily enabling him. This obsession of his is cute to you. Like you'd ever let him take full control of you.

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When you actually tell him that you know, his smile seems to drop for a second. He tries to play it off for a second but with you stacking up so much evidence against him, he feels backed into a corner. He almost starts panicking.

"Kichi, take it easy. I didn't say I wasn't ok with it did I?"

"What?"

"You only want me forever right?"

"You say that like it's so easy...."

"Because it is?"

"....."

"Though, I want to be in charge, you aren't taking full control of me at any point of this. Just like we are now. Nothing will change, other than us spending more time together."

"But..."

"Those are my terms, take it or leave it butterfly."

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He almost didn't take the deal. Almost. As much as he likes to be in control, he loves you enough to put that to the side. He's quite content with all of time extra time you two spend together, even if neither of you utters a single word all day. He loves being so close to you, and the fact that you trust him at night to respect your boundaries. He knows what would happen if he didn't have any self-control, and he doesn't like the thought of being the one tied up and hidden in the closet so-to-speak.

He knows he has to play his part to make this work, it'll never bother him for long so long as you aren't ignoring him. He absolutely hates that, it's different if you're studying, he can tolerate the fact you aren't looking at him then. At least you would still talk to him, hold his hand, just acknowledge he's in the room with you. He's still so clingy, you can't really get five minutes to yourself before he'll start whining for attention. In that cute way though, little nudges to get your attention, and eventually he'll shake you if you're doing it intentionally. Just hold his hand, and give him one of your earbuds, he'll be happy enough.

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"What was it that E/N said again? I think those words are rather fitting right at the moment."

"You're mine, and only mine."

"You better fucking believe it."

[anochuu]

Greed (R18+)

⤷ Genres: fluff, very slight angst, vague smut yall naughty children go bless yourself,

⤷ WARNING: includes non-con(force seduction)⚠️

⤷ Jungkook x Reader (Oneshot)

⤷Summary: (Y/n) is totally fine sharing her man with the whole wide world; But the man himself contend otherwise.

I always believed that the love he gave me are limitless-clearly from all the attentions and acts he has given to me even in the eyes of the public does not stop him from the skinship.

Once in a while his hold screams possessiveness,aggressive that it's painful on me but at times his touch could be so gentle that he is so afraid to break the delicate me,treat me with all cautious and gentleness.

He is the young man i have come to know very well-love by many and fans are obsess with him,everything he does are perfect in their eyes. Always known as the innocent features he have,cute peculiar habits and srunches his nose whenever he laughs or grin. Typical,i must say but he really is very charming.

Dating a now famous idol is a challenge for sure and many i have to overcome but fortunately i am not a person to be fuss over things i do not find it necessary to mind about.So i am good to say.

But not with the opposite latter.

"H-hey!" I gasp when he pushes me abruptly against the wall,the walk-in wardrobe door behind us slammed close and he locks it without even looking behind.

"What was that?" He asks,voice low and his breath brushes my cheek considering the closet fits right only for two people but then again, it was suppose to be one.

"What was..what?" I gaze up at him,quizzicaly.

"I left just for a while for the fan meeting and yet,you're flirting already with one of the crews?"

The creased on my forehead deepens,What is he trying to say? Flirting? What i am just having a normal conversations with his staffs is what he called flirting?

"Jungkook,you're mistaken,he was just-"

"Oh i know," He mutters, "But you're letting your guard down too much,(y/n). You're letting all the men have their ways with you."

"And all men are wolves,do you not know that? Or clearly,i haven't shown it to you enough?"

The shivers ran down my spine when his eyes glowered,his grip tightens around me making me unable to move a muscle.

The possessiveness starts to take over him and easily i suppose;on the opposite side, He can't control his emotions well leading to a sensitive jealousy whenever i am out from his sight.

I sigh when he dips his head down to start placing hungry kisses along my neck,his cold pair of lips that sends a guilty ecstacy but love it; me who is one to be manipulated by him;bewitched.

Jungkook unbinds my hair and in no time at all,he inhales the scent of the locks deep,his skillful hands locked mine in place giving him easy access without my fight.

"Jungkook.."

"Do you have any idea how you're looking at me right now?"

"How i'm...?" I shake my head weakly and he uses that motion to glide his lips up and down of my jawline,carressing my cheekbones with his hot breath.

"You misunderstood,we didn't do anything." I manage to speak between ragged  breathing.

"Oh ,angel, i'm not mad at you." He lets out a throaty chuckle and in this dim closet,i could make out a little what expression he is wearing right now.

"I'm frustrated that you're too easy to be approach by other men.Can't you tell the difference?"

A faint commotion was heard from behind closed door and it made him stiffen for a while,the announcement has been released and we both know who it is cue for.

"I guess that's my cue." He glances over his shoulder,before slowly gazing back into my eyes.

"Wait for me back home," His voice softens, peering down into my face, before placing a deep but short enough kiss to my lips,feeling the slight of his wet muscles upon mine.

"I'll call you." He last said then left the closet,leaving me alone with a burning flared heat rise up to my face and i even need to hold myself up against the wall to prevent me from melting down.

"Wh-what the hell..Jeon Jungkook.."

That night,not having the chance to greet him by the door,exhaustion took over me and i could not help but to fall asleep and even the clock is ticking late when all he did back then,when i recalled was that just to wait for him;didn't really specify when.

That is when i felt a weight over the bed around me,the bed creaks as it sunken down and a figure hovers above me.

The gentleness of the fingers graze upon my cheek causes me to stir slowly awake,coming to my senses.

When i did open my eyes,his breathtaking feature came into view,

"Jungkook.." His name slurred from my mouth,rubbing my eyes to make sure it is really him right here.

"Did i wake you up?"

"No," I lied, positioning myself to fully facing him,

"Did you just got home?"

He hums in respond, already stirred by his needs which is,lust.Jungkook held both my arms up, pinioning them beside my head,butterfly kisses were given to my along my jawline. What makes me awake next when he sucks sharply against my skin and jolted me a surprise,his teeth nibbles on them.

"W-wait—Jungkook-ah.."

"Sorry," He apologizes, "I'm here to keep my promise."

His lips found their way back to latch against mine,each foldings sends a shivers down my spine and i had to tilt my head to the side away from him to catch my breath when he did not given me any.

I sigh when his kisses distracted me,but his skillful hands starts to shed my apparel one by one before i knew it,

"Lift your arms up." He whispers hastily and i obliged in the heat of moment;he then pulls my T-shirt up and toss them aimlessly to the other side of the bed,the cold welcoming my body.

"Are you still mad?" I ask when he lowers himself down to place chaste kisses on my chest and stomach.

"No." He reply,pulling away from me just to peel off his own shirt,revealing his muscular biceps-toned abs and abroad chest where his gymnasium results shown very clearly.

"You know how i am,(y/n)." He hovers above me again,tugging on my shorts,in one swift movement he slids down off of it from my legs.

"You are aware of my possessiveness." He leans down,buried his face onto the crook of my neck and purposely tilted my head to the side giving him full access to it.

"But yet you're still here."

At this point i am utterly confuse; Was he doing all this because of natural emotions ,or is it because of jealousy? Is it because he is the way he is right now and no one can change that? Or is it because he love me too much just by seeing another man beside me infuriates him?

The perplexity turns down my will and mood instantly,my hazy eyes and senses snaps back.

"Jungkook—"

"Turn around for me,baby." He interjected,the lust in his eyes became incisive,and whatever is say now might become pointless to his ears.

When i did not even budge, he grabs my shoulder but gently and flips me around as he wishes me to,my stomach facing the bed and my back facing him.His fingertips trace on my skin, to places i have never been but i am blindly following his joy.

"Ah!" I yelped when i felt the tip of his slender fingers flicks my folds below,my hands curling to fists the bed's mattress beneath us.

"This is—unfair," I writhe; "It's a foul mov—Nnh!" I slap a palm over my mouth,refusing to let out the sound coming out from my lips that even i myself heard it very...uncomfortable.

He inserted one digits at a time,ignoring my pleas and stiffled moans-beads of sweats form around my temples whilst his fingers starts to move in and out sending guilt yet pleasure within me.

He bends down and breathe heavily right on the side of my earlobe,

"Lift your ass up." The last cue he had for me

Through my half-lidded eyes he sent me to the abyss and i am in no strength to refuse his evil invitation. I did not realize the tip of his hot sex meets my entrance,without another word easing himself inside and my body tense instantly. Biting my tongue,i hold back the urge to moan.

"Jungkook-!" I called once more before he can move further,laid my head onto the bed and narrowed my eyes to see him above, the sweats also forms around his forehead,down to his chin.

"I don't want this.." I beg,

"Let's..let's stop this now,okay?" I panted, and finally, his movement stop so as his eyes bored to me.

It is unfair how he can keep his composure and even looks up, while i completely bet i look like a shrimp on a steam of hot water right now,wriggling jittery to get free. Now that i'm looking back, all he did was just to relief his stress on me,using my body as he pleases. The touching never stops even if we are in public despite his status and that scared me so much

Am i drunk in this love alone? With him falling half-way instead? This is too terrifying and risky.

Then i snapped out from my own daze when i feel his fingers brushes my fringe out of the way that sticks onto the side of my face,tucking them to the side,

"You hate this?" His voice hoarse,filled the now silent room.

With my remaining strength,i pull myself up and lean on both elbows, "I didn't said that, i just don't like—the situations."

"Situations?"

"Yes!" I sigh exasperatedly, "Jungkook,let's stop for today,please?"

His eyes darkens for a moment that gives me a genuine fear for once, Is it because i defy him?

"Why now of all times?" He questions quietly,sinking himself deeper instead and the fraction of pleasure sends me collapse on the bed again, a loud moan escapes my mouth this time,

"Do you hate me?" His chest bumps on my back,whispering close to the side of my face;the heat he is emitting is too much for me to handle that i am starting to lose my mind and when i do,there is no going back.

"N-no aahn—!" I writhe,squirming under him.

"Then why?"

His movement is slow,electrifying me as if he is taking his time to devour me. His both hands trails up reaching for my fingers,entertwining them all tightly.

I began to see stars and could not answer him for i am too busy not to get ahead over my own voice,giving him the satisfaction that he really is good in doing this. It takes a few moments longer until he sped up and i can not keep up anymore.The fierce heat takes a hold of me,trapping me down.

"I'm too close.." He murmurs,his teeth nibbles on my exposed shoulders,

"(Y/n)," he breathe out; "Look at me,eung?" He adopted a pleading tone and simply he knows it very well he uses that soft tactic against me who can't refuse whenever he does that.

And so i did,this time his sweat drips on the tip of his chin,his eyes seems glossy.He lowers himself and kisses me fiercely,distracting me from the fact he comes but the heat yet reaches the depth of my body

He pulls away leaving a string of saliva between us. He collapses upon me,each of us trying to catch breaths within our lungs,

"Are you disgusted?" Jungkook breaks the silence,

"What?" I manage to speak up but small.

"Are you going to leave me? Because you're disgusted by me?"

I kept quiet. And he continue,

"I am a very selfish man,i like to keep things close to me when they've become my favourites. What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine,you know that very well,don't you?"

There was another pregnant of silence,

"I broke your wings,if that is what you despise,you may wish to go." He pulls himself away and i froze,whirled around to see him fully in the face.

He stood up and putting on his pants quietly,leaving me thinking to myself. Do i want this? Although most part of my heart knows well i love him so badly that i have to deny that fact.

"I can't control my possessiveness,you're scared of that too,i can see it." He pointed out,still not looking at me

"Jungkook," Without thinking i reach out to grab his hand which caught his attention back to our hands,then to me.

"I don't hate it.." Our eyes intensely bored to one another.

"I'm just..i was just,scared that i might break easily if you hold me too tight and at the same time, i am scared i disappointed you;what if you are possessive over nothing at the end?"

Jungkook spun around, "(Y/n),listen to me.You are not nothing." He cups my face,leaning closer,

"I love you,with every ounces of my being.This side of me,is only shown to you because i am terrified with the thought you will get sick of me some day."  He places chaste kisses on each of my eyelids,

"I went overboard today,i'm sorry. Forgive me?"

His beaming gaze pleads,asking for tolerance this time and my heart skips a beat.

I nod,"Please don't do that again," I wrap my arms around his neck,pulling him down with me until my back hits the mattress once more.

A throaty chuckles slips from his mouth and he kisses me again,this time the tip of my nose,

"I was scared,your grips..." i trailed off.

"I know," He rested his forehead on mine;knowing well what i meant,

"I'm sorry ,baby. I won't do it again."

His lips glided down from my cheekbones to my lips,pulling it into a deep-locking sensation,my eyes fluttering close slowly in the process. His hands roams around my hips,his thumb drawing circles lovingly and i anticipated what's next,

"I can't hold back again if you're this cute." He murmurs,sighing against my lips,

"Then don't"

Jungkook pulls away slightly just to get a good look on my expression, a jolt of surprise in his widened eyes,

"(Y/n)?"

I giggled, "Don't stop,Jungkook." I lift myself up,hugging his neck and my turn this time to bury my nose on the valley between his shoulder

"What's yours is yours,you said that."

It took him a few seconds to digest what i had just uttered, he took my face in his hold once more,

"I love you." He repeatedly whispers between our mingling breaths,sinking back to the bed and i was eaten by his abroad back;his hands traces along my thighs before slowly spreading them open,drawing another circles with his thumbs on the inner skin as if i am his proud masterpiece.

"Something so amazing...so beautiful..all for me.”

[roominthecastle]

I'm sure I'm biased, but I find myself so bored by Eleanor/Chidi these days. I'm not "anti" just... blah? There are such better options for both of them considering who they are now is so vastly different than in the afterlife realities where they had so much early growing to do. They were only together a fraction out of 800 times and I genuinely can't tell if the show is trying to sell us on the idea that they're ~*meant to be*~ or on the idea that Michael simply believes they're meant to be.

I’m leaning towards the latter. The universe doesn’t seem to care about who ends up w/ whom, and they never would have found each other if it hadn’t been for Michael’s constant meddling, which is esp apparent this season. Their world has expanded from a small, closed system into the entire real world that was impossible for Michael to micromanage. He had to keep nudging them every step of the way and they still didn’t get together romantically despite spending more than a year in close proximity. Revealing that they were together once feels like pressuring at this point. If it hasn’t happened on its own by now, why should it matter that they were an item one time (out of 800 versions)? I mean, I get it: Michael was (impulsively) trying to console Eleanor and give her solid evidence that she’s capable of having an intimate, loving relationship w/ someone, but he really did not think this through.

In “Jeremy Bearimy”, he is clearly desperate to keep Eleanor from walking away, yet he remains silent about their once supertight karaokee-shrimp-and-leaps-of-faith-filled broship or the sacrifices he’s made or the eternal suffering that awaits him in the afterlife if she doesn’t come back. He didn’t reveal that one time he was also willing to die for her, which is fortunate bc that would have been just as emotionally manipulative/vaguely coercive in that situation, imo. Instead, he offered to kill them all (I love this idiot) and when it was collectively downvoted, he let her go. This way when she came back and extended a Soul Squad membership offer to him and Janet, it was a choice that reinforced a previous one (her scrapping her plans to go to Mindy’s and making Michael a member of Team Cockroach in S2) but wasn’t dictated by it. This is also why I love that Janet didn’t tell Jason about their past right away. Instead, she’s trying to spend time w/ him and regrow their bond in a more natural way, so if they get together again, it will be bc they both want it and not bc it is somehow expected. This option is no longer available for E/C.

Also, there is Simone w/ whom Chidi broke up only bc he didn’t want to doom her. It was a serious, steady relationship. There wasn’t one second where he was remotely torn between her and Eleanor. And now we are back to that tiny closed system where his options are once again reduced to Eleanor or Tahani or books/celibacy, which has echoes of those multiple soulmate torture scenarios Michael ran on him in S2.

I am not an “anti”, either. I don’t even have notps on this show or any “shipping agenda” where canon is concerned, but at this point, C/E feels more like a long-winded experiment than a “meant to be” love story. Or maybe that’s the point? idk. I’m not sure what they are trying to do here and I am looking forward to seeing them tackle the determinism angle, but so far S3 hasn’t done this dynamic any favors.

One of the many things that are so enticing about Michael’s relationship w/ Eleanor is that it is presented as a result of actual, hard choices(*) mixed w/ sth instinctive/intuitive that allows them to quickly fall into an easy rhythm despite the reboots and despite how nuts it usually is (I mean, he will always be her ex torturer and he always makes sure she knows this one piece of info). And even as the stakes rise and various whacky challenges are hurled at him, Michael keeps choosing her (and the team) w/o hesitation, so the whole show is now a testament to his love. Other than that there is literally nothing else that’s keeping him from saying fuck this and settling down on some fancy beach to sip tasty margaritas for the rest of eternity.

(*) I know it’s said that Chidi always chose to help Eleanor in the reboots but to me that’s forever tainted by a compulsion which he characterizes as his “ethical duty” to help. This was what Michael was counting on when he designed this torture setup: Chidi’s pathological inability to say no. That and choice are not exactly synonymous. And on Earth Michael had to keep stepping in by telling him to help, to go back to the group, a group which still got disbanded in the end as Chidi clearly chose his career and Simone over Eleanor even after her plea and subsequent meltdown.

I am not trying to dish E/C, honestly. I think they have an excellent dynamic (that hasn’t been utilized much this season but there’s still time), I just don’t get the “meant-to-be soulmates!” hype around them or this fandom expectation that you must ship them hard. Then again, I never seem to be able to develop an obsessive interest in “big canon couples” in general, like I was never particularly invested in Jim/Pam on The Office and the relationship status of Jake and Amy is irrelevant to my love for B99 - friends or married? great either way (I did weep a little at their wedding tho bc I am weak and my dude Holt was bringing it). And I feel this same “okay” about romantic E/C, too.

And ofc we are biased. Like everybody else in every fandom always.