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[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ oliver aiku vs. his ex!

synopsis: oliver aiku was always a ladies' man. a sadistic one, at that. he enjoyed playing with emotions, enjoyed being in control, enjoyed ruining women at the whims of his heart and dick. so, when he decides he's had enough of his cheerleader!gf and breaks up... why does she not look upset? in fact, why is she brushing him off, acting like he didn't mean shit to her?? huh? guess it's upto him to remind you just what a wonderful boyfriend he is. pairing: pro soccer player!oliver aiku x cheerleader!gf cw: hate-sex. marathon sex. making a sex tape. nsfw includes: fingering, penetration, creampie, oliver being a bitch and lowkey toxic. NOT PROOFREAD. wc: 2.9k

oliver aiku wasn't an actor by profession. no, he was a soccer player. the entire world knew that by now, you knew that by now.

yet the way he had clasped his hand — intertwining his digits — and looked at you with his pretty face all furrowed, you may as well given him an oscar for best actor.

"it hurts me to do this. it really fuckin' does." oliver nodded, splaying his large palm against his muscled chest, "but, i'm afraid it's just not working out between us."

you almost wanted to laugh in his face.

so, this is why he had booked a reservation at the same restaurant he had asked you out at just two months prior.

you could recall that night as if it was yesterday. the winds were unforgiving as you had sat on the same table in the same balcony area. that night, his heterochrome eyes were locked in on yours and he smiled so softly when he asked you out. words candied, so awfully, awfully sweet: "'s you and me, baby. forever."

how funny that forever lasted 2 month and 6 days.

now, the same dim overhead lighting panted the man in a subtle glow, hiding his dark intentions just as well as it hid the dips and curves of his facial features.

he reached for your hand on the table, methodically rubbing circles into your skin as his eyes bore into yours. he repeated, "you get me, right, baby?"

you almost did laugh in his face.

stifling your amusement under the guise of sadness, you nodded, "i understand it all, oliver. all too well, at that."

you knew oliver was a sadistic man, a man that replaced women with the flick of his fingers. something in him got off at their spluttering breaths, their wide eyes as they tried to ask him questions: but why? why do you want to break-up? oliver, why? why, why, why?

too bad you weren't one of those girls at oliver aiku's feet.

maybe he had forgotten that you had known him for ages, that you were well-versed with his tactics — being the captain of the national japanese cheerleading team. maybe he had forgotten that you knew what kind of man he was long before he started chasing after you. and maybe he had forgotten that if he tried to ruin you, you'd ruin him thrice over.

covering his larger palm with yours much smaller ones, you leaned forward. the swell of your tits was a sight to see, your cleavage so delicious against that low-cut dress but it was your words that made oliver aiku question his sanity, "i really get you, oli. with your career and mine, it's just so hard to make this work. i was gonna suggest the same. we should really break up."

what?

whatever flickers of amusement were left in his heterochrome eyes turn to ashes, sinking within his tanned skin as he physically froze. his eyes took you in, words barely pushing past his lips, "what?"

"you're right." you patted his hand sympathetically, "we should break-up, baby."

the two of you sat in silence, basking each-other in as the chatter in the background faded off. suddenly, the sensual ambience of the restaurant turned into one of stark... confusion...?

the man opened his mouth, pretty lips parting before closing again, and again, and again like a goddamn fish out of water.

"right. right." the man finally breathed out, shifting backwards in his seat and nodding, "i'm glad we both agree then."

"thanks for the meal, oliver." you smiled, pulling your hands back to your lap. your posture straightened, eyes tangling against his in such a cruel dance. "i'm so glad we could end this mutually."

"of course," the man rasped, trying to mask his disappointment at your level-headed tone.

why weren't you in shambles yet?

his lips wobbled as they fell into a smile, and the gesture left some sort of sick, twisted satisfaction in your gut.

oliver grit out, "i'm glad too."

that was two weeks ago, and you had walked away from the restaurant with heart well and intact. oliver aiku was a language you were well-versed in, after all. he was destruction, ruination, he was everything you should stay away from.

but now... the real question was: if oliver aiku was soo glad that you broke up, then why was he running towards you after winning the championship quarter-finals?

sweat dripped off the planes of his cheeks, down his jaw and into his jersey. he cleared his throat, completely ignoring your teammate who had been talking to you seconds prior. his eyes zeroed in on you, "oh, didn't see you there."

the man huffed, eyeing you in your tight-fitting uniform. the man in question smirked, keeping up with his own nonchalant attitude, "how ya doin', sweets?"

"didn't see me?" you repeated with a jump in your brows, "you didn't see the cheer team throughout the match? have you lost your vision, aiku? or worse, your mind?"

"oh? have i?" the slight, seductive lilt in his voice never gave up and you stared daggers at him, "what is it, aiku?"

"how was that, huh?"

"how was what?"

"my... play? the game?" the man slowed his speech down as if you were not comprehending him thoroughly.

"good, i guess?" you shrugged, still turned towards the teammate that seemed to sense the tension between you two. as if on cue, she left you to alone. walking away with the signature ponytail swaying with each graceful step.

you dragged your gaze back to the man and waited for him to spill. and spill, he did.

"i was thinking about the break-up." he finally fessed, a hand flying up to tame his unruly hair, "and i think it may have been a mistake."

a smirk threatened to break out on your lips but being a woman of class, you cooed instead, "but i do think it was the right decision. i don't think we should get back together, oli."

"what? f'real?" he panted, wiping a hand to get rid of the sweat that was cascading down his forehead.

you just hummed.

"what? jus' asking." and he grinned — unabashed, uncaring that the whole world might make when they see his crazed expression, "dont'cha miss me? be honest. don't you miss my dick? bet i can get you to come back with just an one night sta—"

"—nah, you're too tiny, aiku. it won't get the work done."

of course, the former captain didn't lose his cool. instead, he laughed — the kind that made your skin crawl and sent a violent, hot throb down to your core. his heterochrome eyes narrowed in some sort of evil satisfaction and he dragged his hand over his stubble so, so slowly.

he finally leaned in, "you want me to ruin you? ya wanna gamble your life like that?"

"can you?" you paused, purposefully looking at him with those doe-eyes, "can you 'ruin me', oliver?"

"hah." he pulled back, giving you an easy smile, "trying to push all my buttons? you have no idea how this'll end for you."

you nodded, "you think you'd scare me, aiku?"

"baby..." his voice was a drawl, words so well-pronounced, "i'd do you worse than that."

maybe you forgot that if you tried to ruin oliver aiku thrice over, he would go for a nasty total of four times instead.

"oli— a-aiku." your breath stuttered as his silhouette became blurry. hot tears pricked at your lash-line as he bullied his digits deeper and deeper into your cunt once more.

his pace was inhumane, fingers still playing against your gummy walls till he found the spot that was your kryptonite. and then, he kept assaulting that very spot over and over again. over n' over n' over again till your back arched and moans tore out of your throat so pathetically.

"i can't. i can't. ca-can't." you babbled — fucked so dumb on his thick fingers — as he tried to pull your fourth orgasm out of you, "a-aiku."

"ah." he hummed, his fingers fucking into you so, so mean. his pace slowed only so that you could focus on his rough voice, "tch, look right here."

his digits moved with purpose, their purpose being your ruination. and you lost yourself in the feeling of your stomach tightening, another violent orgasm trying to pry itself out of your aching body.

you were pulled into reality with a harsh squeeze of your cheeks. your teary eyes widened, wobbling lips falling into a forced pout as oliver repeated himself, "look into the fuckin' camera, doll."

"o-okay." your eyes dragged upwards from man to the tripod set at the edge of the bed. your shaky vision took in the metallic luster of his phone and you tried to focus.

"okay," he rasped, "now tell 'em how good i'm fucking ya." he cut himself off with a laugh, "ah, wait i haven't even fucked you yet and you're still so fucked out, isn't it?"

"no-oh." a harsh slap to your throbbing clit had your head rolling backwards. oliver hummed, "i asked you to speak up," another harsh slap had you gasping, "so, speak the fuck up."

"i-" your voice wavered pathetically, eyes barely focused on the camera that was perched a few meters apart, "i fuckin' hate oliver aiku."

"oh?" his amused laugh hit your core, hot breath playing with your overstimulated cunt. his fingers steadied, the impending orgasm that was just now knocking at your door dissipated with each drawled out second.

"oh?" he laughed again, this time slowly pulling his fingers out, "you hate me?"

"i- i do." you almost cringed at the weak resolve in your voice, and cringed once again as you failed to meet his eyes. oliver stared daggers at you, pushing his pretty fingers past his hungry lips to finally taste you.

"hmm," he hummed against his digits, popping them out lewdly, "you taste so fuckin' sweet but you're a mean, lil' thing. aren't ya?"

"yeah, i am. why?" as your body finally caught a break from his unyielding acts, your voice grew firmer, "are you having a tough time handling me?"

"you're so cute." the soccer player raised himself upwards and caged you in under him, muscled back rippling with each step forward. his fingers hooked under your chin, voice so soft, "why do you hate me?"

the very next second, he was off you. clad only in his boxers, oliver aiku carried himself to his phone and removed it off the tripod. bringing the device to you, he started a new video, "how about you tell all the reasons you hate me to the camera?"

"wh-huh?"

the phone was handed over into your shaking hands and you stared at your flushed face in the front camera as the camera kept on recording. your eye makeup was a mess, highlighter and blush smudged as lipstick dragged off of your lips to your chin.

"go on." oliver dragged his boxers down and you to his lap. with one smooth motion, his achingly hard cock was inside your abused cunt.

"o-li-ver." his words were mere syllables as your eyes clasped shut. his hips rutted upwards, his strong hands wrapping around your waist as he kept fucking into you. the mushroom tip dragging so deliciously against your g-spot.

"go on," he grit, words a desperate command, "tell the camera w-why you hate me, doll."

"first, you're so me-mean sometimes." you caught your face contorting into pleasure as oliver kept up with his pace.

"am i?"

"mhm." you nodded, one hand shakily clasping the camera and another wrapping around his shoulders to stablize yourself. he dragged his lips down your jaw, his stubble a familiar scratch against your skin, "what else?"

"you keep flirt—ingh ah, ah, ah wi—with other women, oli." he inhaled your scent, obscenely licking at the thin layer of perspiration on your neck, "and?"

"and you're s-sho," your words slurred at his sudden hard thrust within you, "pretentious."

he smiled against your skin, words so scratchy as your velvety walls milked him to his demise, "using big words now, pretty?"

your eyes met his in a lewd, charged dance. the long-forgotten video still getting filmed in the background as he captured your lips in a messy kiss; all teeth and spit and sins.

"'m not dumb like ya," you breathed against his kiss-bitten lips for a bare second before your lips clashed against his again. a strong hand travelled up your spine, the touch so intimate as he pounded his cock up into your cervix.

"o-oli," your hand shook, another wrapping around him as your hardened nipples rubbed against his hard, muscled body, "'m gonna cum."

"not yet." the man babbled, "not yet. not yet. finish telling the camera why you hate me."

"i ha-te you." you nodded, eyes drooping dangerously as you tried to speak into the phone, "i hate oli 'cause he only da-dated me to... fuck, oli. he dated me jus' to break up."

"did you not wanna break up?" the man cooed, though the undertones of his voice revealed the dark satisfaction of your admission, "ya said ya wanted it."

"i— i did."

"an' now?" his eyes bore into your face, words so desperate that they dangled at the edge of insanity, "say you love me."

your eyes widened, sanity clearing only for a moment to deny his hurling accusations, "i don't."

a harsh roll of his hips had your eyes rolling back again, had your manicured nails sinking into his tanned skin and had your jaw slacking open just for his to kiss you senseless.

"say it." he mumbled against your lips, drunk on you, "jus' say it. say y-you love me, doll."

you found yourself losing your senses as he fucked into you with one harsh rut and then another, and another. a hand snaked lazily between your writhing, sweaty bodies to play against you long-neglected clit, "c'mon. spill, doll."

"i do." you nodded finally, lips wettened by your crazed kisses and body molding to his corrupt touches, "i love you, oli."

"good girl." he smiled against your glossed lips, "say you want me back."

you repeated after him, a mindless husk of a woman at his disposition, "i wan' you ba-ah fuck 'm gonna cum."

"say it."

"i wantyouback." your words mushed together as you finally felt your orgasm clash against your own body. your thighs shook, the limbs closing tightly against his well-defined waist and his phone dropped from your limp grasp onto the luxurious bed.

"good girl, jus' like that." oliver nodded, his words so very dark as you finally fell limp against his body. his hand methodically soothed you, rubbing patterns into your back as he fucked his erection right into your overstimulated core.

heavy breaths stuttered out of your used body, eyes clasping shut at the feel of his warmth against your entire skin and the mess he was making against your puffy folds.

"fuuuck." his hips came to a stutter, arms growing tighter against your ribcage as the man emptied himself within your inviting, plush cunt with a pornographic moan, "fuckin' hell, i forgot just how good you feel like this."

the sticky, white-ish liquid dribbled past your fluttering cunt and pooled within you two. oliver pushed you a mere inches away to bring his hands to your face. as his heterochrome eyes burned into yours, the warmth from his palm seemed to seep into your cold cheek... but now, his touch felt too hot, as if it would char you.

oliver aiku gave you a smile — a dangerous one — and the dimple in his cheek came alive, "i'm so happy we're back together, baby."

wait, what???

but before you could question him, before you could take a pause and wonder aloud, his syrupy lips caught yours and he shushed you, "shh, 's okay. jus' go to sleep, baby. i'll clean you up, okay?"

"but oli—"

"—baby." his words were gentle, actions so soft as he laid you down on the bed and kissed your forehead, "just sleep, doll. we can talk tomorrow, right?"

and you nodded. how could you not as he dragged his strong palms up and down your sore body and mumbled sweet nothings into the pliant, night air?

the next morning, as the sun shone past his glass windows and onto your sleepy face, you saw a half-dressed oliver hovering on the side of the bed.

"what?" you asked lazily, rubbing the sleep off of your eyes. half aware that you were still in his bed, you stared at him confused.

"what?" he repeated with a dopey smile.

"what'dyou want?" your words slurred, the morning voice creeping in within the syllables.

"nothing." oliver grinned, bending down to boop your nose with his index, "jus' wanted to say goodmorning to my beautiful girlfriend."

your eyes widened, body shooting up so fast that your forehead collided against his dense head, "—ouCH!"

"jesus," the man staggered, rubbing the area you had assaulted with his index and middle finger, "what?!"

"you were serious about that?!"

"you were not?" he quipped, and you shook your head as if he was the insane one, "obviously not."

"ah," oliver aiku nodded — as if in a deep thought — before looking down at you. flickers of amusement swam in his irises, lips lopsided and twisted as he looked at you as if you were his personal lab rat, "well, too bad we're back together now, doll."

what the fuck.

a/n: OLIVER AIKU THE MAN YOU AREEE. I LOVE TO HATE YOU. MY CRINGEFAIL HUSBAND FOREVER MWUAH MWUAH. tagging: @moodswing101 @actuallynarii @5hoe1 @mininji @scara-simp69 @heartfeltstarry @keimorii because like why, not?

[endearng]

Doomed

Pairing: Spencer Reid x single mom!reader Summary: If you and Spencer had a nickel every time someone teased you after witnessing your interactions, you'd have two nickels, which isn't much — but it's weird that it happened twice. WC: 4.4k Warnings: Mentions of abandonment and I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything. A/N: HI!!! I'm so obsessed with them... in a normal amount of course. I'm thinking about writing casually for them, who knows... Also,,,, who am I if not a morcia truther….. I hope you enjoy it! Feedbacks are always appreciated <3 neighbor!au masterlist | main masterlist

You were doomed from the moment he bid you goodbye.

"So, who's he?" Victoria inquired, a sly smirk on her face and a bashful expression on yours.

"Who's who?" You asked, trying to feign nonchalance.

She groaned playfully, "You know what I mean."

"I'm afraid I don't." You winked, sitting on your couch again, between the two women. Sex and the City was playing on the TV across from the three of you.

"You're acting like us as freshmen when the seniors looked at us—" she retorted.

"I thought we didn't talk about that," Jude deadpanned.

"You're 'I don't know what you're talking about' me? I thought we were friends!" Victoria poked you in the rib.

"Ouch! He's just a friendly neighbor, that's it." You said, trying to cut the subject. Jude looked at you suspiciously. "White wine time."

From Spencer's apartment, he could hear the sound of chatter, joyful laughter and opening bottles for the rest of the night. He didn't know how to feel by your invitation, now that he had calmed down after looking you in the eye for a moment, technically, all by yourselves. He would definitely feel inappropriate at a kid's birthday where he barely knew the people who invited him, but he thought that Olivia's gesture was amazingly endearing. What could possibly be more childishly adorable than an infant trying to help and making a 'mistake'? And what could possibly be more devastatingly endearing than a mother taking advantage of said mistake to make it right?

Spencer studied the card for a moment. It fit the palm of his hand, tiny and delicate. It had a different address from yours and the time of the party, all of it lovely handwritten, just like the letters from calligraphy practice notebooks. It seemed like Olivia put a lot of effort in trying to perfect her handiwork. It read:

Hey, it's Oli!

I'm turning six and I want to celebrate it with you!

The contents of the slip of paper were adorned by dainty drawings related to birthdays: party hats, cake, gifts, some decoration and so on. It suddenly dawned on him that he was actually becoming closer to the people he always thought lived a perfect life. His mind had a tendency to wander and, for a fleeting moment, he thought about what it would be like to be part of that perfect life.

Olivia was a perfectionist child. He saw the expected behavior of the age in her manners, but the care with her work almost made him think someone else had done it for her. Something told him it wasn't the case, though.

Secured by two magnets, he placed Olivia's birthday party invitation on his fridge. You know, just so he wouldn't forget it — he tried to convince himself.

Everybody knew about his otherworldly memory, but he decided to forget it purposefully.

"Good morning, good ghost. I didn't see you anymore." Olivia greeted as she saw Spencer in front of the elevator. You were just locking your door closed, hyping yourself up for the week ahead of you when you heard it and a shiver ran down your spine. This, whatever it was, was getting out of hand.

"Good morning, Miss Olivia!" He said, a sweet tone of voice. You melted. "It's true. It's been a while. I was here on the weekend, but it seemed like you had other plans." He stuck his hand out for her to shake. She did it in a heartbeat.

"I was with my grandma and grandpa. They took me to the movies and grandpa made me lasagna." She explained as you approached them, adjusting your bag and Olivia's backpack in each of your arms. "Did'ya get my birthday party invitation?"

"Yes, I did! Thank you for inviting me. But, you know, your mother probably needed the rest of them for the other guests." He said as the elevator opened. He gestured for you to enter it first, so you did it with a grateful nod.

"Sorry, mommy. I didn't mean it." Olivia looked at you briefly, ashamed that you would call her out.

"I know, baby, 's okay. Everyone has one now." You assured her with a light tone. Breathe. "Hi, Spencer. Good morning." You said as he joined you in the elevator.

He breathed out, "Good morning. Hi." He had a big smile on his face, standing right next to you, you both facing the door and Olivia in front of you. Internally, he felt like a puppy who had his owners’ undivided attention.

Olivia pressed the button to the lobby. You noticed a book in his hands. Courage. "So, what are you reading, Spencer?"

He gulped. Were you talking to him? It took him a moment to get a grip and realize that he hadn't answered you. Struggling to find the words and suddenly unable to remember what he was actually reading. "Me? I'm just re-reading one of Dostoievski's books. Notes from Underground."

"Dosto-what?" Olivia chipped in.

You looked at her, ready to tell her to not interrupt someone, but couldn't stop yourself from giggling. Spencer watched it fondly. "It's Dostoievski, baby. D'you remember that one book with the 'ugly' cover that mommy was reading the other day?" You asked her, air quoting the word 'ugly'. “It wasn’t ugly. It just wasn’t pink.” You explained it, looking at Spencer. He grinned.

"Yeah. You didn't read to me because it was work." She said, getting distracted with one of her braids.

"Are you a teacher?" He asked, intrigued.

"No. I actually work for a publishing company. Sometimes I have interesting content to revise." You said, a tinge of irony in your voice. He smiled at you, feeling comfortable enough to joke around him without the awkwardness of that first encounter.

The elevator door opened. Olivia jumped out. "I bet it's interesting," was the best he could come up with. Tongue tied.

“Yeah. It’s a good book.”

Like a fucking teenager, he watched as you left with your daughter. Your mixed laughter echoing in the lobby as Olivia spinned around while you carried the weight all by yourself.

He scolded himself for not remembering to offer you help.

Two days later, a few states over, Spencer sat on a chair at the conference room of the precinct they were working with. The case was exhausting and he just wanted it to be over, but it wasn't that simple. He waited for Derek Morgan — he was his ride that night back to the hotel they were crashing on. He was in front of Derek as he and Penelope talked, her image on the computer screen. The man's nonchalant tone was a riddle for her to unsolve — everyone else was aware that there was definitely something between them (an unspoken dictionary worth of words), even if their interactions were deemed as jokes. Penelope, feeling very shy, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at her lap after a particular comment about her smile. As she did so, her eyes caught a glance of her watch. "Oh, shoot. I have to go," she murmured, relieved to have a way out of the exchange that had high chances of turning her into a nervous wreck. "I'm so sorry, handsome! Tomorrow is one of my friend's daughter's birthday."

A flash of disappointment crossed Derek's features. Not that she'd noticed. Instead of pressing her, he chose to say, "Need extra energy to keep up with the kids, babygirl?" Ah, there was it. The teasing tone. She was definitely imagining things.

"Not as much as I need to keep up with you, tiger," she replied with a wink, the dynamic between them quickly shifting back to the usual playful banter. Both of them wanted more than playful and far more than banter, but none of them had the courage to admit it, to be straightforward about it. Spencer understood it, really. Speaking made things too real. "But, seriously. I totally forgot to pick up her gift. Olivia loves reading, so I'll go to the mall. I'm glad I already bought it, so I won't get home late."

If he was a dog, Spencer's ears would have definitely perked up from how quickly he associated one thing to another. Could it be the same Olivia? Your Olivia? "Okay, mama. Be safe." Derek said.

"I will," she smiled as she hung up.

Idiots.

Maybe Derek was too serious about the "no profiling each other" rule they set.

"Let’s go, pretty boy," The dark-skinned agent stated. Spencer got up, grabbed his bag and made his way to the elevator with her.

As they chatted about nothing in particular, walking out of the precinct, he desperately wanted to ask him if she truly didn't see past Penelope's sudden shyness. It wasn't in his nature to do that, of course, but as Derek and Penelope were two of the most important people in his life, he wondered why wouldn't they be a thing by now, since they enjoyed themselves so much and were so open about their affections towards one another.

He was quickly ripped away from his thoughts when the man suddenly spoke up, “So, what's your deal lately, Reid? What's she like?"

The doctor choked on his own saliva, which made him cough like crazy. Derek laughed, but tried to help his panicked friend. "What was that, man?" he asked worriedly, once he saw Spencer had finally inhaled a gulp of air.

Face as red as a tomato, cough dying in his throat, "what was what?" Derek returned to his normal self once he noticed his friend was able to finally form a coherent sentence.

"You're gonna act dumb now that you almost died when I talked about her?" Derek questioned, teasing tone, "it was just a lucky guess, but I see you, Reid. You're daydreaming far too often for what's acceptable for the boy genius who's as focused as a laser beam."

Spencer looked straight ahead as they got to the exit. He should have cornered Derek first. "Why would you think it has anything to do with a 'her'?" He chuckled, nervous to be caught red-handed — even if he wasn't doing anything wrong.

Was it wrong to want? He felt like it was. All his life, really. Had no chance to want anything because either was a far too distant reality, person, happiness for him to grasp it or it was ripped away from him too soon, before he could even acknowledge what was happening inside him. That's why want was almost a foreign sensation for Spencer. He had been deprived of it for as long as he could remember.

"Because people get a little dumb when they're in love. At least, ordinary people do. Apparently, so do geniuses," he snickered, his mind also set on teasing Spencer.

Maybe it was dumb to reveal his secret, jaw dropping crush on his cute neighbor, but he wanted some sort of relief to that mess of tangled thoughts inside his head and the strange, to say the least, feelings brewing on his chest whenever he saw you. You barely knew each other. But he supposed it was yet another part of the want he wasn’t familiar with: it didn't need much and it took all consciousness out the door. It wasn't uncommon for him to feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest whenever he was on the field, especially since he was often facing danger. The way the events were unfolding were scarily similar to his cases: he noticed you, made up theories based on your behavior and routine, and slowly, oh, so slowly, started to approach you. Not to put you away, but for more personal reasons.

What was different was the feeling in his heart, instead of the sensation of being squeezed painfully inside his ribcage, often leading to ragged breathing, now felt like it was being held delicately by a pair of caring, dainty hands. Either way, his heart was fighting in the frontline and relied on the other part to be calmed and saved. The least he could do was try to be careful, finally opting not saying anything to Derek.

"Just a lot on my mind lately," he chose to say, instead. Derek dropped the subject, too tired to press it further.

Olivia's party had come to an end an hour ago. You got to see old friends and talked until they got every single ounce of information about your life lately and so did you about theirs. Your daughter had enjoyed her party greatly, and hugged every. single. person. who came to wish her happy birthday and thanked them for being there. She paid little attention to the gifts, too focused on spending time with her friends, playing with them until the sugar rush wore off — all of them had a massive candy intake that day. You didn't spend much time with her, but she promised you that she would unwrap her gifts the next morning with you, the most adorable toothless grin on her face.

Despite everything flowing accordingly, all day long, your stomach churned with anticipation. You wondered if Olivia's dad would show up, since the day she was born was, quote, the happiest of his life. His parents did, and when you looked at them anxiously, his mother shot you a neutral glance. Not a word from his end was its meaning. Your daughter never asked anything about him during the day, which made you even more jittery. You feared she would have a breakdown at any time, so you paid extra attention to her.

It never came.

You had missed the deadline of a book chapter that you had to revise, too caught up on trying to balance everything in your life, so your parents told you they'd stay with her so you could go home to work and take her in the morning. Normally, you wouldn't accept it, but your father had decided you were too tired to wake her to go home, so you complied. Right after the guests left, you did all the steps of her night routine, except for the bedtime story — she was that tired of all the running around in the backyard. You were sure she would sleep all night long.

Once she dozed off, you stood for a moment in her grand-bedroom (she had come up with that and it kind of stuck with you). Your parents had decorated it while you were still pregnant. She needs to feel at home, was what your mother said when you walked in on them assembling her crib. You almost cried, overwhelmed with joy. Your fiancé, then, had rolled up his sleeves to help out. Oh, the irony.

Her room was full of photographs that held many memories of her six years of life. You could never imagine that you could love this much, let alone dedicate yourself so entirely to someone like you did for her. Even though it was hard and you often didn't feel like you were enough to raise her on your own, Olivia was a wonderful child and her gestures and overall behavior assured you you were doing a good job. The reflection brought tears to your eyes. You drove home by yourself.

Currently, in your apartment, it felt a little too big without Olivia in there — too many books, too many chairs, too much space on your sofa, too many toys scattered around with nobody to play with them. You sighed, deciding on going to the kitchen to make you a cup of tea — you felt like your brain was hammering inside your skull and you still needed to spend time in front of a computer screen. Going back to your small office to wallow in self pity and second guess yourself even as you read whatever material it was, you heard a knock on the door.

You checked your watch. 9p.m. On a Saturday.

Weird.

Through the peephole, you saw someone you truly weren't expecting. "Spencer?" You asked as you opened the door, surprise filling your being. "I didn't think you'd come, I supposed you were at work. I mean, sometimes it feels like you barely have a routine, heh. But, um, thanks for dropping by." You said, a little unfiltered. Not even five seconds in his presence and you were already making a fool of yourself in front of him.

He held a small bouquet of flowers in one of his hands and a gift in the other. To a stranger's eye, it seemed like he had missed your birthday and was trying to apologize for it. You blushed at the thought. He shut his eyes, sorry crossing his features. "I know. I'm sorry I missed it, even though I really didn't want to. You were right, I was away on a case." You smiled, dismissing his apologies and soothing his worries once you did so.

"It's alright with me. She was totally expecting you, though. Kept asking where you were for the first hour. Then she got distracted with candy," you told him, "so she's the one you're gonna need to apologize to." You joked.

"T—that's why I'm here."

"I'm just not sure if Olivia is old enough to get flowers," you said, face serious. His eyes went wide and it took him a moment to understand, but once he looked at your serious expression cracking, his shoulders shook with laughter, with you. If you had more attention, you'd seen the moment his ears turned red.

Your laughter died down. A beat of silence. "These are actually for you." He revealed.

You were stunned. "Oh," you said, suddenly at a loss of words. "Thank you so much."

He gave you the flowers and you gracefully accepted. You were mesmerized by them; colors swimming in harmony before your eyes and the scent making you feel dizzy. Maybe not the scent, but the emotions you were feeling with the surprise. He went out of his way to get you those flowers — it's safe to say that it had been a while since you felt that way. "I—I have no words, Spencer. Really. Thank you so much," your voice choked.

You looked at each other for a brief moment. You tried to show how much you appreciated his gesture. You grinned, trying to get out of that haze, "Do you want to come in? Oli's with my parents, so you won't be able to apologize today," you quipped, making room for him to enter.

"Yeah, I'd love to."

"You can place the giftbox on the coffee table." He went inside, toeing off his shoes in the small space you had before the living room. Once he was there, he saw you enter the kitchen to find a vase. He could see you from where he stood. "Make yourself at home. Do you want some tea? I have Earl Gray."

Your voice was distant as he took in his surroundings. "Yeah, I'd like it." He murmured as he looked around. Your walls were a light gray, adorned with pictures of you and Olivia, some people he assumed were some of your friends. The wall behind the sofa was entirely covered by a big bookshelf that went from one end to the other, filled with books and souvenirs from basically everywhere. The dark wood of the furniture complemented the light walls in a cozy way, some toys and kids books scattered around the floor. The apartment smelled like fresh printed sheets of paper and earl gray tea. You had a few indoor plants that looked well taken care of. Spencer was admiring your degree from Stanford, which hung on the wall beside the TV, almost close to the door.

"One of my biggest achievements. Besides Olivia, of course," you approached him with his mug of tea. Turning to you, he noticed through his peripheral vision that you had placed the flowers inside a vase and in your coffee table.

"Thanks," he said.

"So... are you okay?"

The question caught him off guard. What?

You smiled a little. "You always look kinda tired when I see you," you said, not thinking about how your words might be interpreted. Your eyes widened, realizing it. "I mean, no! Sorry! You're still pretty, don't worry. It's just— I asked because you might be going through something. Forget I said anything about your looks."

He would definitely never forget.

Spencer laughed, flustered, eyes softly gazing at you while you rambled like a madman. "I'm fine, thanks for asking. Sometimes my job is a little demanding and I'm forced to see some things that usually people don't even think exist," he confessed.

You bit your lip. "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be," he retorted, "I have a great team to work with."

"I'm glad to hear that. Sorry I brought it up, you probably don't want to talk about work right now." You said, sipping on your tea.

"Yeah, you're right, again," he chuckled. "How was Olivia's birthday?" He tried a change of subject.

"That was actually the reason I was moping when you got here," you said, trying to force a chuckle. "It was nice, I guess. I was just on edge all day trying to anticipate her emotions regarding her dad, but I guess they never came. At least, not today." You beckoned him to sit with you on the couch, now facing each other directly.

"May I ask why?" He asked, tentatively.

"Why what?"

More hesitance. "Why wasn't he there?"

"From what I know, he moved away." You said, tone unreadable.

He worried that he was overstepping and wasn't sure that he would like to hear more about it. He was scared to find out unpleasant news, such as you still had feelings for him. "I'm sorry." Was all he could muster.

"Don't be. I have a great team," you repeated his words from earlier and he smiled at you.

His brain and tongue didn't seem to be working together that night, he was so avid to know more. "Did you always have support?"

"My parents didn't like the idea of having a single mother when they first heard it. It hit me hard back then, but then I realized it was better to be alone than to stay in an unhappy relationship, especially since Olivia was already in the picture." You said, setting your own mug on the coffee table.

"What happened?" Stop it.

He couldn't help it, he was too curious. It was his first opportunity to truly know the novel sort of family that you had. Apparently, not so much.

"He was distant before leaving. Someone else, maybe?" You asked, rhetorically, a crease between your eyebrows. "I never found out, but I don't want or need to, either. His parents absolutely love Olivia and they were there today, 's all that matters."

"You’re a very strong person."

"I have to be," you said, softly. "You’re a very good listener."

A rush of courage running through his veins. Deciding on not taking the road of unsaid things, like his friends were earlier. Don’t dance around the subject, take the opportunity. Dare. "And you're just as pretty."

The world stopped. You looked at him in disbelief. It didn't last much. A knock on your door. Scratch that: someone banging on your door.

You pinched your eyebrows together. Spencer stood up, almost as if he was doing something wrong. You looked at him, apologizing, "I'm not expecting anyone."

You walked to the door and he stood behind you, telling you he was going to let you be. You didn't want to and you were already chastising yourself from not trying to talk to him and focusing on your problems instead. You opened the door and in the threshold stood Penelope Garcia, gift basket in hands. Before you could speak, both of your guests spoke at the same time.

A mortified "Garcia?" from Spencer.

A surprised "Spencer?" from Penelope.

Finally, a confused "Do you know each other?" from you.

"Yeah. We work together." Spencer replied. "What are you doing here, Penelope?"

"What are you doing here, boygenius?" Her tone now was teasing, a cheshire grin on her face. You were acting confused, but you were loving to see Spencer so out of place.

"I... I was..." He trailed off.

Poor thing. "He came to drop Olivia's gift. We're neighbors." You explained, trying to save him from further embarrassment.

She glanced between you two, eyes full of mirth behind her glasses. "I'm here to do the same." She said, smiling as she handed you the basket, which you took carefully and thanked her with a side hug. "There's her present, sweetcheeks. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there, you know how much I miss you and Olivia. But I'm sure our genius told you all about it." Her sentimental words truly held emotion, but she turned her attention to Spencer once again. The opportunity was too good to let go.

Spencer looked like a fish out of water. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it. "Garcia, can we talk?" He asked abruptly. "I'm sorry, I have to go." He murmured in a much more soft tone to you.

He could never resume whatever was going on in there because he felt like he had been caught with his pants down.

You were so surprised you didn't even process what was your answer, forgetting to ask if Penelope wanted to come in or anything. "I—Okay. I'll see you, then." With a small smile and slight disappointment in your voice. He all but dashed out of your apartment and took Garcia, who had a mischievous expression on her face, with him. You closed your door and looked at the mix of flowers. A sigh escaped you. Damn, Garcia.

Spencer was escorting Penelope back to her car, ready to bury himself alive because he knew she would run her mouth and knew precisely to whom she would tell about it. And, of course, the endless jokes he would hear during the next few days. "Sooooo..." She trailed off, suggestively.

"I—don't want to talk." She opened her mouth, but had no success in talking. "Not. A. Word."

She entered her car and started the engine as he waited for her to go. But before she started driving, she yelled, "I knew you had it in you, Reid."

From your balcony, work long forgotten, you watched Spencer hide his face in his hands in utter embarrassment.

You were doomed.

[naviavu]

Evergreen

PAIRINGS: yandere!alhaitham x reader

TAGS: mild compared to my other works <3, i guess, >:-), obsession, possessive sex, juicy smut, alhaitham is yandere YANDERE, he just wants reader back home :(, sumeru dream team, abuse of power, childhood friends to lovers, kinda, manipulation

WORDS: 4.4k // crossposted on ao3 // my masterlist

NOTES: hope everyone enjoys this dark twist of alhaitham! it's been so long since i wrote for genshin, and i'm not sure how much the tumblr community has changed. regardless, please don't hesitate to drop by my inbox to comment or request! i genuinely missed writing lol <3

You often think that you’re cursed with your work.

(Y/N) of the Akademiya. Graduated early from Vahumana, traveling all over the seven nations to be a teacher and provide impoverished kids with free education. This is the fourth year of your career, and you’re staying in Fontaine– everything is going great.  

Until one day, a messenger approached you.

“What do you mean the stakeholders are withholding funds indefinitely?” A chalk breaks under your grip, powder falling to your skirt. You glance quickly outside the tent, careful to not let your students hear you. “That doesn’t make any sense– the Yorun investors are literally from Sumeru! They’re wealthy enough to fund fancier Akademiya projects! ”

The messenger– Jesse, a gentle Fontainian girl much younger than you– avoids eye contact and fiddles with her sling bag. “They insisted that the abrupt change in the sages and Lesser Lord Kusanali’s rise to power caused their resources to become… limited.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit!” You shout. Jesse trembles. You sigh and pat her head. “Sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. Get home safe, alright?”

(She only nods and places the letter on your desk. Before leaving, she turns back and says, “I’m really sorry, Ma’am (Y/N). I also wish that you continue your work. You’ve done a great deal educating kids in this neighborhood… including my brother.”

You give her a sad smile.)

There was no choice. The next day, you taught one last lesson to your students (eleven children from the back alleys of Fontaine, all no older than twelve) and bid your final goodbyes. When they ask where you’re going, you tell them that you’re on for another long journey, and you don’t know when you’ll be back. They gather around and embrace you, small hands all over your body. One of the kids (Jules, one brilliant in maths but not so much in literature. You’ll miss his toothy smile the most) tell you that they will pray to Focalors for your safety. You pat Oli’s head one last time, telling him to be good for his sister Jesse. 

A carriage picks you up before sunrise. Your journey to Sumeru was uneventful, and every small bump and thud on the way aggravated you further. You settle for burning holes at the empty seat in front of you.

You enter the city with your head down, walking the familiar steps robotically. You think that you recognize the voices of your old acquaintances and neighbors chattering and laughing, but the haze from your mind (and heart) prevents you from doing the bare minimum of greeting them.

The first step to your wooden porch is a bittersweet homecoming. When you open your front door, the hinges still squeak the same tones before you left. 

Your evergreen shrubs haven't grown an inch, as if someone was maintaining them. (You brush off this strange detail.)

Mindlessly staring inside your unkempt house, you decide that if you want to continue your life’s work, you must continue earning money. 

(You failed to notice that your doorknob was dust-free.)

You sat down on your old desk and wrote a lengthy letter to the higher-ups for the cause of your arrival, the reason for the halt of your travels, and that you’re looking for a job. 

For the rest of the day, you unpack your bags, sweep the floor, and pace restlessly in your living room. It’s been many years since you were in contact with your superiors. The last time you saw them was at your graduation, where everyone expected you to stay in Sumeru and be one of the next candidates for the Sage of Vahumana. 

The grip in your broom tightens when you remember as clear as day your professors’ anger and judgment when you declined their offer. Entitled. Ungrateful.

Will they even accept you back? Will they cast you out?

To your surprise, a reply arrived on your doorstep not even a day later. A clean envelope embroidered with green and silver patterns.

You were offered to fill the vacant position of Scribe. 

You tell yourself that you’ll adjust eventually. 

Seeing the piles of papers and books in front of you, your hand aches a phantom throb. You wonder how your friend Lisa could survive this kind of monotony in Mondstadt. It pays better, sure, and your back and legs won’t hurt as much from traversing landscapes– but it’s still nothing compared to seeing the smile on children’s faces when they finally understand the concepts after a bone-deep, exhausting lesson.

As expected, the stick-thin pen felt too soft on your fingers after a few hours. You were more used to holding chalks or markers. Drafting ordinances and reading through academic policies was never your thing. 

Outside your study, you hear the light footsteps of scholars while noisily prattling about one of their newest inventions. You can’t help but compare the plain white-green palette of your office to the brightness and energetic vibrance of the local districts. 

Putting your hands on your head, you exhale deeply. “Fuck me!” 

“--(Y/N). I hope you’re doing well on your first day.” A voice –not too different from years ago, just deeper– enters the room.

Oh god. “Alhaitham!” The silver-haired man closes the door behind him. You didn’t even hear his footsteps outside your office. “Sorry, my… hand cramped from signing all these papers. You know how it is.” 

He raises his eyebrow. “Still not used to your tasks?” Seeing him out of his Haravatat uniform is a new sight. Even from a distance, his stature is much taller, no doubt towering over you.  

“Well, I can’t really complain,” His lack of greeting and deadpan expression doesn’t bother you. If anything, you’re glad that the Alhaitham you knew four years ago is not too different from Alhaitham now. “It’s better than not having a job. I didn’t expect them to accept me so fast, though. I thought they’d be more hung up with my rejection thing years ago. Old people and their grudges, y’know?”

Alhaitham doesn’t respond, used to your chattering. He meanders to the nearby bookshelf and brushes through. Your lips quirk into a small grin. “Thank the Archons that I have my very cute junior, who’s also the Acting Grand Sage and the previous Scribe, to help me adjust with my new work, huh?”

His fingers stop skimming. He glares over his shoulder. “Power tripping me on your first day? I’m calling human resources.”

Your shoulders shake when you laugh. His own kind of humor never ceases to amuse you. “Sorry. It’ll take some time… but I’ll get used to this. I promise.” 

A familiar and comfortable silence settles in the room. A few papers later, he finally picks the book he’s been looking for and turns to you. “Please do everyone a favor by going to Lambad’s Tavern tonight. Kaveh got into an altercation with another customer, and your presence would help tone down his temper. Tighnari and Cyno are also expecting you. Candace also mentioned that she hasn't gotten back to you since you last wrote to her, and she would love to catch up personally.”

Your lips smile at the mention of your old friends. Stretching your arms, you look out the window. The noise outside from Sumeru City barely hangs in the air with your office located so high up in the building. “News goes around real fast, doesn’t it? I’ve been keeping a low profile since last week and didn’t even tell anyone about my arrival. Not Kaveh. Not Cyno, not Tighnari, not Candace.” Your whisper, eyes downcast.

Alhaitham walks to the other side of your desk and crosses his arms. “The lack of funds for your organization wasn’t your fault, (Y/N). Whether it's because of the shift in power from the sages or not, incidents out of your control inevitably happen.”

You don’t ask why he knows the reason why you’re back here. Alhaitham always knew more than what he let on. “Don’t waste time being disappointed with yourself and focus on what you have now.”

You turn away, flustered from the sincere gaze of his bright virescent eyes. You take a sip of your warm coffee to hide your smile. “Thanks, Haitham. This is why you’re the best Acting Grand Sage.”

He rolls his eyes. The brewing tension disappears. “Make sure that I see you in the tavern no later than 10.”

The door softly closes when he leaves. For the first time in forever, this place starts to feel like home.

The lively, alcohol-drenched atmosphere in Lambad’s Tavern never changed. 

Years ago, you’d go day drinking whenever your assignments were returned for their fifth revision. If your whole class was lucky, most of your group mates and colleagues will be with you, equally drowning in their academic-induced sorrows.

The amber-brown colors of the sheets and the patrons who entered remained the same. Before you even reach the counter, someone already picks you up and spins you around in a hug. “Little one! I’ve heard from some patrons that you were back in town. It’s one of those rumors that I hoped to be true!” 

You giggle and embrace Lambad back, grateful for the older man’s warm welcome. 

“(Y/N)!” You’d recognize the forest ranger’s sweet voice anywhere. Tighnari jogs towards you and pulls you into a hug, tail wagging. You notice that he looks better compared to all those years ago when he was still in the Akademiya. “I’m sorry I couldn’t see you sooner. When Cyno told me there seemed to be an occupant in your house, I didn’t expect it to be you! ” 

Bitterness pangs in your heart. “I didn’t expect to be back either,” You say honestly. “Guess everyone needs a little break somehow.”

“Warn us next time, would you?” Cyno emerges behind his friend. “Be thankful that there was other urgent business to take care of. I was ready to… interrogate whoever was staying inside my friend’s house without their permission.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it, boss,” You shake your head and laugh. Three of you walk to a table near the windows. You’re happy to see everyone. And you’re glad to know that they’re also just as happy to see you. 

After a good hour of catching up, you feel your whole body relax and your jaw tense from laughing too hard at Tighnari’s anecdotes. Your emotions unwind like a fresh flower by the streams. 

“That blockhead doesn’t know what he’s talking about...  Where are they? The tavern is too crowded at this hour!” You turn to your left, looking for him. You wave excitedly when you see a tuft of blonde hair. 

His eyes widened. “(Y/N)?”

“Kaveh.”

“(Y/N)!”

“Kaveh!” The architect ran up and enveloped you in a hug. Since college, yours and Kaveh’s stupidity knew no bounds– it was always laughs and jokes between you. You stay in each other’s arms for a few moments, and the familiarity of his scent brings you relaxation. 

The night goes on as great as it started. 

“I can’t wait until I move out!” Kaveh exclaims. Two people from the other table look in his direction. Your other friends groan, used to his antics. 

You notice redness starting to come up on the blonde’s neck. “You’re being really loud for someone I thought didn’t want people knowing you live with him.” 

Cyno places down a card. Tighnari groans. “Don’t engage him. (Y/N). Or he won’t stop.”

“Yes! Yes,” Kaveh starts. All the other customers are busy with their own shouting and chattering. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the place. Alhaitham is a quiet roommate. I just can’t stand his attitude most of the time! If I wanted a lecture, I would’ve gone to the Akademiya and talked to my old professors.”

The blonde crosses his arms. “What about you, (Y/N)? I’m not going to lie, Alhaitham made a great recommendation of you being the Scribe. That’s the only thing I could commend him for this week, at least.” 

“What?” You weren’t aware of that. Your thumbs fiddle with your skirt. “Uh, yeah. I’ll make sure to thank him later.”

“Oh, sweet (Y/N), you’re to kiiiiiind,” He slurs. “I wish you were my roommate instead.”

Your best friend reaches to twirl your hair. In your drunken stupor, you giggle with a light blush painting your cheeks. 

A bottle clangs on the table. “Another one, please.”

A heavy presence sits beside you. You look, and Alhaitham was already downing a shot, throat bobbing. 

In the background, your friends laugh while Kaveh groans. 

Has Haitham always been this beautiful?

The silver-haired man looks at you. “Enjoying Kaveh’s tales?” 

“It’s always a fun story when you’re involved.” You giggle, flushing under his gaze. “Everything about you is so entertaining, Haitham.”

Your flushed face does something to his chest. He gives you another shot. “That’s why your colleagues used to look at you weird. Whenever Kaveh wasn’t around, you’d hang out with me, even when I clearly wanted to be alone,” He laments. 

“Says the one who used to follow me around like a puppy! We were mismatched weirdos,” You don’t notice the blush creep up on his cheeks. You smile at him earnestly, whispering. “I’m glad you didn’t change– oops!”

The chair creaks and you stumble into his arms. You look up, seeing his face and amber eyes close to yours. Heat emanates from the grip on your waist, and your hands feel hot on his chest. Sparks flew to your core. 

“Get a room! You know what, I’m staying in Cyno’s tonight. He never sleeps anyway,” Kaveh’s shouts break the stupor and you push Alhaitham away. He stumbled, and Cyno was on his side in an instant. “You heard him. Kaveh, it’s time for you to clock out. Tighnari, let’s continue this game next time.” 

The three of them exit the tavern. ‘Make Alhaitham pay the tab! He’s so unfair!’ Kaveh says, and Alhaitham begrudgingly does so when both of you have sobered enough to walk home. 

You don’t know if it’s the leftover alcohol in your system, but the night sky swirls above both of you. “Ah… I never knew… howmuchImissedbeinghere,” 

“Easy there,” He catches you again when you stumble. “Where are we going, Haitham?”

“To your place, of course. You’re exhausted from work. You need to rest.”

“What? But I thought…” Your mind goes blank. Alhaitham looks at you with hope in his eyes, but the light is gone in a split second. 

“You thought what?” When you don’t answer, he stops on his tracks. “You thought what, (Y/N)? Tell me.” 

“Nothing.” He looks away. You face him. “But… I think… my place is too far. Can we go to yours instead?” 

You seal your fate with those words.  

The heat from both of your bodies encapsulated the whole room. 

Alhaitham’s hands slowly grip your curves. Passion and lust melted into two souls that yearned for each other for so long. 

“Haitham…” You breathe out, shivering from his fingers ghosting on your skin. You feel like you’re on fire, and his warmth only served to fan your flames higher. 

“I wanted you for so long… you’re so beautiful…” He gasps, fumbling around your blouse buttons. Despite his rough kisses, he handles you gently– like porcelain glass, a gift getting unwrapped for the first time.  

When you finally undressed, Alhaitham almost couldn’t believe his eyes. 

The one woman he had been obsessed with, laid out before him. His for the taking. 

You shiver at his gaze. You hold out your hand, shaking from the cold. And arousal. “C-Come… Haitham… you can do whatever you want with me…”

And so he does. He climbs to your bed like a predator hunting the prey. You lie in wait as you let him take the lead. Kissing all over your breasts, suckling on your nipples, sending shivers to your core. You try to squeeze your legs for relief, but Haitham stops you by putting his knees in between your legs. 

He clicks his tongue. “You’ll only cum on my mouth, fingers, or cock tonight, baby.” 

You shudder at his words. Down he goes, settling himself between your soft thighs. You flush, your cunt surely eager and wet, aching for his touch. He licks a stripe in your pussy, and you moan. “H-haitham!”

He licks more eagerly, like a man starved. Never in a million years you’d ever thought that you would be this vulnerable and intimate. At the hands of your junior, no less. His face on your thighs and his mouth on your clit, sucking like you were his last meal. 

Your head was in the clouds. Your hands move to his head, tugging roughly. 

He growls. “You wanna play rough? I can play rough.”

You sigh. “Keep–going– Haitham…”

He spits on your cunt. He slurps on your mixed juices. “I-I’m close…” 

He stops and you whine. Your legs are pulled to the end of the couch, and you watch him as he fumbles with his clothes. When he finally emerges stark naked in front of you, you notice his large cock, angrily red at the tip. 

That won’t fit inside you. 

“Wait– Haitham!” He positions himself in front of your legs, rubbing his cock on your entrance. “Yes, baby?” 

“You– You might not fit inside me,” You flush deeper when he laughs. “I’m being serious!”

“We’ll never know if we don’t find out.” He enters you, and you moan. You try to cover your mouth from letting such embarrassing sounds come out, but he pins your arms above you. “I want to hear you.” 

He rocks into you, like two bodies connecting with each other have waited for a long time. 

Alhaitham observes your face, sketches it to his memory. The way your eyes glisten, and your mouth opens in pleasure. The curve of your hips and waist, the slope of your nose, the plush of your lips, and the tears in your eyes. You’ve grown into a fine young woman as he expected, and it was a blessing that you came home so unexpectedly. 

Your pussy is heavenly. All his teenage fantasies culminated to this one night– his childhood crush, sprawled out in his bed and legs open like a slut. He’ll make sure that your skin is marked all over. Let everyone know that you’re his, and no one else’s. 

“Haa… Feels so good…” You were equally drenched in sweat and your tears, pleasure overcoming your senses. You feel him suck your nipples again, sending you more pleasure to your core. 

“You’re so fucking tight– that’s it, baby, suck me in,” He groans, as you feel yourself tumbling over the edge. The coil in your stomach tightens and you moan, and it suddenly snaps– “Ah!” 

Your juices make a mess on his stomach, his thighs, and yours. You heave and gasp your breath, shivering. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re safe,” Warm arms envelop you, and you close your eyes.

You sleep soundly in Alhaitham’s arms. 

Time goes on, and your passionate meetings with Alhaitham are repeated. 

You gave yourself to him again, and again, and again. At his house, when Kaveh is away with his clients. In his study, when he’s stressed. On his couch, when both of you are drunk and give in to lust before going to the bedroom. For the past month, you can’t count how many times you woke up seeing the lush green of his windows and his warm body curled up around yours. 

His visits became frequent on your own study. He brings you coffee. You spend the whole day drafting and writing, and he reads his book in the corner of your room like a loyal attendant. 

It’s domestic. Sometimes, you often wonder what life will be if you decide to stay. 

(Is there a future with Alhaitham? You ask yourself one afternoon when you see the man sleeping on your mini desk. His silver hair softly flutters in the wind, and on his hand is a document you handed him to put by one of the bookshelves.

It would be good if he could join me in traveling the world. You stamp your last document for the day. 

You walk and place a kiss on his forehead to wake him up. “Work’s done, sweetie.” 

You would miss him terribly.)

One morning, your jolly footsteps alert people in the street. “Haitham!”  You whisper excitedly. The door opens, and you enter before he can even offer for you to come inside. “I got it!” 

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure what it is, but I’m proud of you.”

“I’m going back to Fontaine to teach! The stakeholders said there was an error in the calculations; they’re ready to fund my investment again!” You hug him tight. Joy pours out of your body. 

(You don’t notice him freeze.)

“I’m so happy… I honestly thought that this was the end of my life’s purpose…” You trail off. Alhaitham hugs you back. His grip tightens on your waist.

“I can finally come back to the kids in Fontaine…” You trail off when you see him looking far into the distance. 

You frown. You know better than most people that he’s not the most expressive person, but you thought that he would at least crack a smile for you. 

You hastily pull away from your hug. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I just wanted you to know first, since you’re… very special to me,” Your face was red from shame, and from not knowing how to describe your relationship with Alhaitham correctly. “I’ll go tell Tighnari and the others now.”

A beat passes. “(Y/N).” 

You turn around, hand clutching your bag. Alhaitham stands still on the doorway in the same position that you left him. 

Then, he smiles– crooked and ominous, like he was forcing himself.

Perhaps he is. 

A shiver goes down your spine. He speaks, confident and clear– like it wasn’t the most obvious lie. “I’m happy for you.” 

The door closes behind him. This time, your feet fight the urge to get out of this city as soon as possible.

 Your happiness ended as quickly as it came.

The newspaper plastered on the board of Port Ormos sits still despite the rough winds, like it knows how heavy the burden of the message it carries.

Yorun Investors dead on ambush

An Adventurer’s Guild member sighs, discouraged. A businessman– from Sneznhaya, you would assume from his attire– exclaims. “That would mean their investments are also cut off? Drat! Half of my businesses rely on their funding!”

People pile up to see the newsboard, collectively murmuring. You stand still, motionless. Bricks are piled on your hands and your feet. 

You can always find other investors, of course. Just like you did four years ago. 

How long would that take?

You walk home, absentminded. You pass by the Tavern, then the Akademiya. Walking by Alhaitham’s house doesn't even spark excitement inside you. Calling your other friends isn’t a choice, either.

You just want to wake up from this dream. 

When you arrived, Someone was waiting on your doorstep.

“Alhaitham?” Thesman stands up straight. How long was he waiting? “(Y/N), I apologize for how I acted yesterday. I hope you forgive me.” 

When you remain quiet, he continues. “I also heard about what happened. I don’t mean to mock you, (Y/N). I’m truly sorry to hear about it.” 

Tears start falling down your face, which turn into full, ugly sobs. He walks gently, as if you’ll break into pieces if he makes the wrong move. He holds up his arms. 

You bury your face in his chest and cry.

Living with Alhaitham was happier than you’d thought it would be. 

It’s been months since you took his embrace on your front porch. You spent sleepless nights with him, writing letters for every investor or kind soul who’s kind enough to fund your endeavors, even for a penny. 

You were desperate. If the higher ups knew the struggle you’re going through right now, you’re sure that they’re laughing at you. 

(Not that you cared. Alhaitham stayed up writing letters with you, and that’s all the support that you need.)

You waited, waited, and waited. Yet every reply was rejection. Your partner saw you break down, and he’s always there to pick you back up. 

His clothes are strewn all over your house, as if he lives there now. 

“Coffee?” He offers. You nod. A giggle comes out of your mouth when you see a purple hickey on his neck, barely covered by his shirt.

It’s been months since he heard your laugh. He stops stirring the cup he’s prepared for you. Alhaitham looks back, says sincerely, “I’m glad you stayed.” 

An uncomfortable feeling brews once again. You tell yourself that you’ll get used to it. 

You still have hope that one day, your feet will step out again to reach your dreams.

But for now, everything that you need in Sumeru City. The perfect partner, an authentic group of friends, a beautiful community, and a stable (but boring) job.

You’ll never have to venture out again. 

(The evergreen shrubs outside your house starts to grow.)

“She’s settling in well?” 

“Yes, she’s resting,” Alhaitham sits on the makeshift chair. Ghandarva Ville was far, but it’s where less people are around. Besides, no one would dare trespass in Tighnari’s personal home. 

“You owe me a favor,” Cyno crosses his arms. “Finding the investor’s carriage was not difficult. They’re pretty famous. But erasing traces is a piece of work. I’m lucky that no one was within the area. Not that they could catch me, anyway.”

The door opens. Tighnari brushes off dirt from his clothing, having come back from burning the investor’s bloodied clothes. He sees the grey-haired man relaxing by his couch. “Are you smiling? Don’t smile. You look weird. Also everything is done, reduced to ashes. What’s our payment, Acting Grand Sage?”

Alhaitham hums, and everything fades into the background. He thinks of you lounging in your home, watering your plants, and decorating your journal. Just like how it’s supposed to be, in the first place. He even cleaned some parts of your house so that you don’t exhaust yourself too much upon your first day.

Thank the Archons that he has the perfect partner, an authentic group of friends, a beautiful community, and a stable job. 

(Y/N) will never have to venture out again. 

Ever. 

[wileys-russo]

all i can picture in my mind is jealous bf less who KNOWS she shouldn’t be jealous, and she’s just gone quiet bc she doesn’t wanna say anything. and then that creates a whole thing with r who feels like maybe she’s don’t something wrong. and then it all blows up and leads to a guilt confession from less about why she was quiet

shut down II a.russo

"-well baby i think that was quite literally everyone. you have now met my entire family!" you smiled softly, having pulled your girlfriend away to a quiet corner of the back deck, your cousins wedding kicking off in full force behind you.

"i can't promise i remember half their names love i won't lie." alessia chuckled, hands finding yours as you played with her fingers. "i don't know half their names and to some of them i'm their husbands, sisters, best friends second half cousin on my dads side." you joked, coming from such a huge family did have its challenges.

"you look so beautiful tonight amore mio." the striker sighed, the way her eyes lovingly roamed your body making your cheeks flush red. "as do you baby, the matching colour scheme was a nice touch." you smiled, hands fussing with the suit vest which adorned her top half, the taller girl wearing a two piece vest and pants set that perfectly matched your dress.

"my favourite part about this dress will be watching it fall to the floor later." alessia almost purred, lips ghosting yours as you raised an eyebrow at her suggestive tone. "mm and my favourite part of those suit pants will be watching them fly across the room later, much later." you teased, leaning in as if to kiss her but pulling away at the last minute.

"come love, we should get back inside." you smiled knowingly at the look on her face, taking a few steps away and offering her your hand, wiggling your fingers. "just you wait." alessia warned with a smirk tugging at her lips, accepting your hand and allowing you to pull her back inside the venue.

as soon as the two of you stepped inside you were both whisked away into the hurry and flurry of the dance floor, twirled around by distant relatives as your heart warmed to watch alessia dance with your neice.

"well hello stranger." you jumped at a pair of hands landing on your waist. "oh my god ellie? hey!" you gasped at your childhood neighbour, pulling her into a tight hug, missing the way your girlfriends eyes instantly locked onto you from across the room.

alessia knew she shouldn't be jealous. you'd never given her any reason to be, you showered her with your love and attention whenever she wanted it and alessia knew you would never ever cheat, that's not who you were.

so then why she felt her eyes burn and her stomach tighten at the unfamiliar girls hands all over you, the way her eyes roamed your face and subtly dropped down to your exposed cleavage, the way she picked you up and twirled you round.

that was her job, you were her girl, only her hands could touch you like that and only her arms could wrap around you and protect you from the world.

but she was tugged from her jealous haze by a small hand pulling at her pants, your neice holding up her hands expectantly as alessia's face softened, twirling the little girl around who squealed happily, the noise catching your attention as you glanced over ellie's shoulder, face softening at the sight.

"come on! we have so much to catch up on." alessia glanced up to check on you, having made sure you were in her sights all night, so alarm bells rang in her head as she looked around the room trying to spot you.

"hey oli, save me a dance for later?" she knelt down and spoke to your neice who nodded happily before running off after her brother as alessia continued her search for you.

she finally found you sat at your seat on your assigned table, ellie sitting in alessia's place as the two of you chattered away without a care. "oh! here she is." you perked up as you spotted your girlfriend making her way over.

"so you're the infamous girlfriend. hi! i'm ellie." your friend stood in alessia's path toward you, pulling her into a surprisingly sudden hug as alessia returned the gesture though a little more awkwardly.

alessia was quick to sit down in her rightful seat, ellie moving to the vacant chair on your other side as the two of you resumed conversation, alessia's hand moving to rest somewhat protectively on your leg.

as the conversation continued the blonde found herself struggling more and more to ignore the unwarranted jealousy bubbling up inside her. ellie was absolutely lovely and alessia detested her for it because it even more so added to the fact that alessia had no right to feel this way.

and yet with every laugh she pulled from you, every little inside joke you two shared or funny memory you reflected on, every little subtle touch of your hand or your face as she’d grab at you with a grin, alessia’s stomach coiled further and her grip on her drink would tighten.

she felt isolated from you despite being sat right by your side, she wanted to be pressed up against you on the dancefloor, her making you laugh and her whispering sweet things in your ear as the two of you swayed and stole kisses inbetween each song.

but she wasn’t, and that’s not to say you were purposely excluding her from the conversation with your friend, quite the opposite actually if anything it was alessia who was isolating herself.

knowing she didn’t have the right to feel this way but unable to ignore or move past the reality that she did in fact feel this way, alessia shut down and switched off.

you’d continually try to pull her into the conversation, wether it be you highlighting her varied achievements both on and off the pitch, or recommending a new restaurant the two of you had recently been to.

you’d tried a multitude of different ways to get your girlfriend to engage and yet each time she would just smile politely or give an answer with no more than a few words, going back to sipping on her drink as her eyes avoided yours.

you didn’t fail to notice when her touch slipped away, her hand moving off your knee to rest in her lap, inching away as you tried to reach out for her again, a small frown painted on your features at the rejection.

at first you felt worried, trying to maintain conversation with ellie whilst also ticking over and over in your mind and memory if you’d done anything to upset the taller girl beside you who looked like she wished she was anywhere else but.

but then when your countless attempts to rope her in to engaging with you failed, your worry turned into frustration which was very close to boiling over into anger.

“im just going to go to the toilet and freshen upa bit. babe come with me?” you left her no choice, your voice seemingly sweet but your girlfriend instantly caught onto the slight tone of malice which lay beneath its initial layer.

apologising to ellie who waved you off and stood to go and mingle, you grabbed alessia’s hand and all but dragged her away from the table.

“what the hell was that? why are you being so rude?” you questioned once the two of you were safely locked inside the toilet, thankfully no one else in a single cubicle to interrupt the fast brewing argument.

“i wasn’t!” alessia shook her head, again avoiding your eyes as you huffed. “really? then why do you look like you’d be anywhere else but here with me?” your voice cracked slightly at the end, emotions betraying the tough facade you were trying to play into as your girlfriends eyes snapped to yours at the waver.

“baby i want nothing more than to be here with you, nothing makes me happier or prouder than having you on my arm and by my side both at events and in life, i promise.” the blondes hands were quick to settle themselves either side of your face, placing a reassuringly tender kiss to your lips.

“then why were you being so quiet and stand-offish at the table?” you frowned, the striker letting out a pensive sigh and dropping her hands from your face. “it doesn’t matter.” alessia sighed, dragging her hands down her face as you cocked your head curiously.

“it matters to me. did I do something wrong?” you asked quieter now, insecurity starting to hint it’s way through the fortress of your mind. “what? no amore mio i promise, it’s absolutely nothing you did.” she assured quickly as your frowned deepened.

“then talk to me, please.” you requested, the concerned look in your eyes enough to cause alessia’s heart to crack. “its really nothing, it’s silly.” alessia sighed, tilting her head back as you stayed quiet, urging her on with a pointed gaze.

“okay. i was jealous of ellie being round you and i knew i had absolutely no right to be and she was actually quite a lovely girl so I sort of just…shut up and shut down?” alessia winced at the admission, your face softening at her words.

“lessi. you’re right you have no reason at all to be jealous!” you assured, arms reaching up to loop around her neck as you stared up at the taller girl. “just seeing her hands on you and her making you laugh and all the little inside jokes, well it wound me up a little.” alessia muttered much quieter as again your smile grew.

“you really are the sweetest you know that right?” your nails traced lines on the back of her neck. “see this? i’m yours baby. yours and yours only!” you gestured to the small golden A necklace which had hung round your neck for months now.

“but its cute you got so worked up. next time just talk to me about it, after all you’re normally quite good with your mouth.” you teased, grinning as the look in the blondes eyes shifted slightly.

“you know mi bella ragazza, you did say i’d find that dress on the floor later…well would you look at that? it’s later.”

[rebelpeas]

there’s really no way geminitay (nicely) called out one chatter for calling her a mom to sausage, fwhip, and oli, and the chat immediately exploded offering sister/aunt/other caretaker relative options she could be instead. what is going on in there

[risibledeer]

Last night on Eloise's stream El and Lizzie briefly talked about doing a group costume of Snow White and the seven dwarves. Chatter asked who Snow White would be. Lizzie said Joel would be Snow White.

https://x.com/pikuturtle/status/1850669439060234529

I now have the worst brainworms abt Joel being Snow White......

lawkengfklwjnef I AM THE PROPHET lol

dude ive been saying this for uhhh...an amount of time that i cannot remember but is defenitely long.

like ok if i had a twiitter, lizzie might just see that joel princess art i did a while ago T^T its actually perfect for this

anyways tho, like IMAGINE Joel and his seven dwarves being like uhh, letsee whos obsessed with him, lizzie, etho, gem, iskall, jimmy, doc, and hmm oh OLI!!

prince charming can be gem or smth and instead of kissing, cuz gem doesnt want cooties ew, she boinks him with a stick.

Lol im sorry im being so unserious rn T^T im so glad u shared this w me honestly i prolly wudnt have found it

[erstwhilesparrow]

you (general you, not specific you) could Do Something with the funeral for the pillagers in mcsos… the quiet, unhurried chatter as people wait for the timers to count down to zero about death and how the code for the graves works and their memories and feelings about the pillagers…. the way you can see all the ruin around them and the shattered floating stones of spawn in the distance behind the graves… the fact that it's pix here, former vigil keeper, and oli, former isekai protagonist, and fwhip, voice of the fates…. fwhip saying it's weird, because he and jimmy never managed to get into their usual back-and-forth… the sense that something is ending here, something really has changed and it is worth paying attention to, but it is not quite like death as we know it, death means something different because it's a game… we can talk about season two, we can talk about the server budget, and at the end, the graves disappear without sound or light, and the platform they were on is taken down, and it's almost like they were never there, except there's still the pit from the explosion, and the structures built by their servermates, and the inexplicable monument of spawn, testament to what was and is and will be…

[poisonheartfrog]

The sculk crawling across Shelby’s skin itches under the pastel gauze of her party dress. The spell may have hidden it from view, but she can still feel its every pulse. It writhes with a mind of its own. Combined with the buzz from Sausage's mojitos, she feels more than a little sick. At least the rum and lime covers up the taste of dank cave and rot in her mouth.

Fwhip and Oli chatter on either side of her, but she can barely pay attention to the words. The creeping infection speaks to her in a language of vibration. It calls to her to forget, to let it be a balm to cover up the pain. 

It can take away that shame that seethes in her heart, where every disappointed word from the Witch’s Academy, every failed spell, and every doubt lives.

She just has to give in.

Shelby clutches her glass a little tighter and paints on a smile.

She can feel the sculk squirm when Pix dies. 

*****

Katherine clears the long table, toned arms moving quickly from place setting to place setting. The glasses and plates gently clink together as she stacks them with the same precision Shelby has seen her use to separate monsters from their heads. 

Katherine is as kind as she always is, and her laugh is strawberries and spun sugar. She greets Shelby with a warm smile and Shelby replies with a blush.

Shelby wants to be close to her, to soak up her presence like sunshine. If her body were her own, Shelby would invite Katherine to visit her in the Evermoore, where they would stargaze under a velvet sky, or sit by the slow moving river and talk for hours.

But the sculk keeps burrowing into her skin. The itching turns to burning.

So Shelby begs for a cure, then lashes out with words that she doesn’t mean. Katherine winces and steps back, suddenly closed off. Shelby’s regret comes too late to make any difference.

Her shame seethes even more. 

*****

The sculk contains a galaxy, thousands of shadowy stars blinking in the dark. Every point is an opportunity. A promise that her thoughts will stop swirling and her mind will be at peace.

The itch is so strong now that she’s not sure she exists outside of it.

The catalyst sinks into the swirling fog at the heart of the Evermoore like it was always meant to be there.

Oli wanders in, like a lamb through an open slaughterhouse door. Killing him is almost too easy.

The sculk soaks up his blood and begins to bubble. It boils over and spreads, flowing through the mist and pooling around Shelby’s feet.

Tendrils lick up her legs and meet the veins already entwined around her. Shelby can hardly tell where she ends and the sculk begins, and a universe in shades of teal darkness is spread out before her.

[ilexdiapason]

did i tell the tumblr masses that oli called me his favourite chatter yesterday. so i called him my wife. and he read that message aloud 🥲

[aealrizen]

The rest of the meal was spent with idle chatter between the hosts and Ian, with Whip chiming in mostly only when he was addressed. Midas remained quiet, though not because the others were ignoring him. It had been easy to tell he was overwhelmed already, so Chipo had thought just having time to watch, listen, and not have to respond would have been nice for him. As Benjamin took care of cleaning up the dishes, Chipo led their guests back up the stairs, Olie in her arms and Berko obediently holding onto her skirt. Despite already yawning, Berko kept looking back to make sure the others were following which caused Ian to chuckle softly and wave to him.

“Sorry in advance,” Chipo apologized once they reached the top of the stairs, turning slightly to talk to them without having to raise her voice too much. “We don’t usually have a lot of guests, so we only have one room with two beds-”

She broke off when Berko threw his hands up, reaching towards Ian while also remembering to stay near his mom. “Grandpa can stay with me then!” he chimed abruptly, then his excitement grew too great and he reached over to latch onto Ian’s hand and pull him towards the door with his nameplate on it. Whip couldn’t hold back a sputter of amusement, but refrained from commenting.

“...Honey, I think your bed is too small for him…,” Chipo tried to decline gently, giving Ian an easy way out if he didn’t want to spend the night dealing with a younger child. They had an escort job to get to early in the morning afterall. Ian didn’t need to be kept up late by her son’s chattering, and incessant wiggling in his sleep.

To her surprise though, Ian just chuckled softly, allowing Berko to drag him around. “It’s alright. I’ve slept in worse situations. If it’s alright with mom I don’t mind staying the night with him,” he agreed, putting the condition that Chipo had to be okay with it since he wasn’t sure how she would feel about an essential stranger staying with her son. Family or not, they had only met that afternoon. He wouldn’t blame her at all for not trusting him.

It seemed it was Ian’s turn to be surprised though, for after getting past her initial shock Chipo just gave a relenting sigh and smile. “It’s fine,” she agreed, a strange softness in her expression. “He doesn’t get to see family much, and it’s been awhile since he’s gotten so attached to someone. If you don’t mind, it would be nice for him to get to enjoy himself for a change.”

It was unexpected for Chipo to comment about Berko not getting attached to people, and Ian was stunned silent until his memories could supply a possible answer. “...Military life can be quite stifling, huh,” Ian sympathized, shifting his grip to give Berko’s hand a gentle squeeze. It was common for those who lived with people in the military to have a more isolated life. What with having secrets to keep and eyes boring holes through their walls to make sure they did so. He wouldn’t be surprised if Berko didn’t have a lot of friends simply because other kids were subconsciously scared of him, channeling their parent’s unease. “There are kids where we usually stay that use me as a pillow all the time. I don’t mind letting him do the same,” Ian assured, giving Berko a warm smile. Anything to give comfort to others in this barren world.

The comments earned a chuckle from Chipo, and she leaned over slightly to address Berko. “Go get your pajamas and come to mommy and daddy’s room for a bath. We’ll let the guests use the bath in the hallway tonight.”

“Yay! Big bath!” Berko cheered, swinging his hands up for a moment once more before rushing into his room. The childish antics earned chuckles from the adults aside from Midas, who was too busy zoning out in a daze from the antihistamines while following Whip around.

“Big bath tonight,” Chipo repeated with a chime, reflecting her son’s excitement as he ran off. Stopping by a sliding door closet in the hall, she used one hand to pull out a towel and spare set of sleeping clothes for her guests. “Luckily since Benny is in the military we get guests often enough that they provide us with a set of sleepwear in a couple different sizes. So hopefully some of these will be comfortable enough for you all, and I can put your clothes in the wash tonight to be ready in the morning.”

“That would be wonderful,” Ian responded, already basking in the idea of having clean clothes.

“Thanks,” Whip grinned, catching the towel and clothes Chipo handed him and also making sure Midas didn’t drop the ones that were passed his way. “Go ahead and shower first,” he directed, a mild chuckle behind his voice as he gave Midas a nudge towards the bathroom. “Before you fall asleep where you’re standing,”

He only earned a soft grunt in return as Midas waddled in a half asleep haze into the bathroom, fumbling slightly to close the door behind him. It was small, with only a shower and half bath one could only sit in, but it was still something strangely fancy to him. Something other than a bucket and a curtain over stone. It was nice though. Just turning handles and having whatever temperature of water he wanted. Not being covered in a layer of sand and dirt for once. He found that lukewarm water was the most comfortable, and this time the soap didn’t bother him as much. Chipo had mentioned something about getting a brand with a more simple ingredient mix this time, and it strangely smelled more like the soap that was used in the slums. He knew not to take too long though, there was always a line. And after he was dressed in the soft fibers of city clothing he stumbled out of the bathroom and by the other two with the towel still over his head and weapons loosely in his hands. They would have to store them somewhere the kids wouldn’t get into them, and he didn’t really feel like letting them out of his sight anyway. Not because he felt unsafe without them, but simply because it had taken a lot of effort to find the parts to build them. He didn’t fancy having to start over.

Whip and Ian had been quietly chatting in the hall while they waited, but once Midas opened the door Whip just had to snicker. A quick direction to the guest room they’d be staying in before he got his own shower, cranking the shower a little warmer than necessary to enjoy the rare experience of steam and prickly clean skin before the luxury was relinquished to Ian.

Rubbing the towel on his head, Whip came back to the room to find Midas tucked away in the corner, a plush pillow squished close to his chest, almost hidden by his curled form. Whip ended up giving yet another soft snort as he moved to the bed and plopped down with little grace. “What are you doing?” he asked, keeping quiet just in case someone in the neighboring rooms had already fallen asleep.

The question went unanswered as Midas continued to stare at the air in front of him, lost in his own thoughts like so many times before. After a stretch of time being filled by Whip massaging the water from his hair, Midas finally spoke up. “... Hey Whip?... Do you think I’m weird?”

The question caused Whip to blink, finding it rather sudden and without context. His immediate thought was to answer ‘yes’, Midas was a rather weird kid when compared to other people his age. But there weren’t any other kids Whip knew that had to deal with losing their identity on top of being turned into what half the population considered a monster. The weirdness Midas had had never bothered Whip, but he refrained from voicing his first thought out loud. Sometimes when Midas asked questions he used different words in place of what he was really asking. Unconsciously watering down the question to make it more palatable for others.

“Weird in what way?” Whip instead asked in return, keeping his focus on drying his hair. He didn’t usually like to take a shower so close to bedtime, but he was glad to have something to focus his attention on so that Midas didn’t feel stared down.

The response was slow to come, and Whip wasn’t sure if it was because Midas was reluctant, or just extremely drowsy because of the antihistamine. But eventually he drew a long breath, rolling his head slightly to the side. “...Unwanted,” he clarified. People didn’t like weird things. Unpredictable was dangerous, and therefore undesirable to have around.

“No.” Whip was quick to answer this time, brows furrowing as he was a bit perplexed what brought this up yet again. “Why do you think you’re weird this time?” So far nothing in this new environment had made Midas comfortable. While most other people Whip knew would have been ecstatic at being there, getting to experience the clean rooms, soft clothes, warm meal, and all the other luxuries the city folk took for granted, Midas just seemed either afraid or discontent. Other than the food of course. And while the response was unusual, Whip was quickly coming to learn it wasn’t unwarranted. Emotions were confusing enough as it was, and without the memories behind them Whip was starting to learn that talking Midas through his confusion seemed to help considerably.

“.... The bed,” Midas admitted succinctly, drooping gaze shifting over to the bed he was deliberately sitting away from. The floor was more closely familiar to the ground he’d slept on for as long as he could remember. Even if it was smooth wood instead of gritty dirt covered stone. “I’m… afraid to use it. Chipo said it’s fine. I can’t imagine she’d rescind her offer. I don’t want to think she would. She’s a nice lady. But… it’s weird…. If I sit down…” he faltered, mouth trying to find the words his mind couldn’t quite come up with coherently. “I… would I even be able to get up again? It’s strange, I feel like I’ll end up trapped there. Like always…”

Like always? Whip turned to stare in confusion at Midas, but the question died before it was voiced. Midas looked like he was moments from falling asleep, and Whip found he couldn’t blame him. This had been an unintentionally exhausting day for him, and while Whip was intensely curious what Midas meant by ‘always’ he knew he most likely wouldn’t get a coherent answer. Breathing a short noise of relenting amusement, Whip slipped his hair into a low ponytail to keep it out of the way before he pushed off the bed and approached the sulking, awkward child in the corner. “C’mon kid. Let’s go to sleep,” Whip beckoned, offering his hand to Midas. A short time ago he wouldn’t have thought Midas would have taken it. But now he wasn’t surprised when Midas reached out after blinking blearily at the hand for a moment.

Pulling Midas to his feet for just long enough to drag him over to one of the beds, Whip carefully shoved him over onto the mattress. Midas only gave a noise of complaint, but found it hard to sit back up once his face squished into the soft material. It was so enticingly comfortable. Being cradled in a cushion of foam instead of balanced like a board on hard ground. A strain of panic was starting to rise from the concern his fears were manifesting. But it halted when Whip gracelessly flopped over next to him, mercilessly shoving him around to make room and almost ending up with Midas’ back against the wall so they both could get comfortable. It earned some pathetic snickers from Midas, and Whip grinned before reaching up to pat the boy on the head. “If you find the bed has stolen you when you wake, just give me a shove and I’ll pull you back up,” Whip half joked, giving Midas a gentle ruffle before shifting into stillness.

For half a second the voice sounded like someone else in Midas’ nearly sleep stolen mind. The words were different, so Midas couldn’t quite hear the voice behind them. But the feeling was still there. The intent to pull him away from being trapped in what normally brought comfort to others. Who was that? It was too warm and peaceful to focus for more than a heartbeat before his mind was shutting down for rest. The weight of a quilt on his form after Whip pulled it up, and his face squished into a pillow held close to his chest as he curled around it. The figure of someone else right next to him, soft breaths and warmth making their presence known. This had happened many times before. Midas couldn’t actively remember it in his mind, but he still felt comfort built up from familiarity cultivated over many years seeping into his bones. The last thought he had was more of a feeling before he drifted off.

He’d be alright. Tomorrow might be an effort to wake up, but he would still be there to greet the morning. Like always.

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Let me just crash over the hurdle that was the first part of this post with all the grace of a baby giraffe new to it's legs OTL That was such an effort, eugh.

[valiantcandywizard]

I want to be considerate to anyone with a sincere heart , however , your denial of responsibilty for the negative and violent things done for any reason dont move me in any way

You say its my ex

But she alreasy knows she lied and wouldnt agress me ,

Infact only the pedophile fred would think to make the accusations youve made

I NEVER once googled anything provacative until the pedo ,

Convinced me if i googled child porn it would gateway to the dark web

Its the only time and oly reason i ever did , my opinion has been steadfast ,

Puberty is natures age of consent however culturally we decided 18 to be OUR arbitrary line so that is all i concern myself with

Yes ive know 13 year old that looked attractive but id never consider disregarding a accepted cultural standard ,

Making EVERY suggestion i might find CP arousing an empty pointless and insulting accusation

Fred ephedrine555 on this platform is a verified pedo who traded cg child porn , got caught and blamed it on me , a guest in his home at the time ,

And he got one or more of hid drug addicted friends to back it up

Its all lies , and the people on ygis site that communicated and supported his effort should know that TUMBLR retains all communications ,and my legal team is currently going through his chatter on this platform , anyone , whether ,manipulated or not that "helped " like solo or toni osso linda, robert ryan rose , anyone we find communicating knowledge and consent , can be considered an accessory , anyone ACTIVELY PARTICIPATING , can be considered AN ACCOMPLICE WHICH CARRIES A 10 YEAR FEDERAL SENTENCE

Yes i AM pursuing the full legal consequence permissible by law

Idc whose idea, fault ,whatever

The FACT of the matter is fred ephedrine555 ,

Called my wife 20 years ago and lied to her that i was violent and unfaithful to convince her to leave me

He then insisted id hurt him if i knew of his betrayal

20years later she confronted him about coming clean , and because he had lied about it all he insisted he was still not safe and talked her into making false Claims of threats ,

Which he doubled down on with allegations of pedophilia to try and run me out of the state .

Everything that has been said is a lie

And ive been defrauded out of almost 1 million dollars thus far so anyone participating will be held legally liable unless you seperate yourself from responsibility by comimg forward

Choice is yours but we have subponeaded his account and any assistance in this plan from anyone

Foe any reason will be held accountable

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Haru’s birthday

How each of the OC4 celebrate the king Haru’s birthday.

Xena and Haru are just friends I think.

Cathrine and Haru have something strange going on and it’s hard to tell what’s going on.

Karma and Haru could be a thing; they really could be.

Olivia and Haru obvs are a thing the cuties ~oli’s is a bit suggestive.

Xena 🫥

She couldn’t believe she’s done this.

She stood leaning against a tree as the anomalous purred at her, rearing its engine happily as Towa hugged its wheels.

Xena was impressed with her own mind sometimes, watching as the vagastrom students set up for the event. They were in the more emptier fields of the nature reserve, two monster truck anomalies enjoying the space as the vagastrom students excitedly chattered and prepared, despite the fact it was currently 4AM.

They had to be quiet, Haru just went to sleep and they had only three hours to get everything organised. Half of the students who volunteered were doing the chores, being directed by Ren and partly Xena as Towa helped build the arena.

She wanted to ensure Haru was treated like a Roman king for the day, the guy was way too overworked and needed a decent day of rest, so she turned all of his alarms off, she’s not sure that’ll stop him from actually waking up but it’s worth a try.

She had Sho cooking him up a breakfast extravaganza and lunch…and dinner.

Leo didn’t really want any part of it but did want to livestream the monster truck event so he’s there for that and Alan…

Lovely lovely Alan.

Helped her co-ordinate the whole thing and in a rare outward showing of excitement took care of the trucks and helped them ease into the new terrain, he took both for a spin and Xena had a feeling it was more of a wanting to take the trucks for a ride than Haru’s birthday, but she’s happy if they’re both going to be happy.

Haru awoke around 7AM and immediately came running over to them in a frantic fashion thinking something nefarious was occurring, he was about to go flying into them before Towa grabbed onto him, holding him down as Xena patiently explained to a struggling Haru what the plan was.

“Ahahahah XeXe but we can’t just close the park down for my birthday?”

He was disappointed at the fact, he desperately wanted to see how it would all go down, the trucks themselves were quite adorable and more like excited huge puppies than monsters.

“Who says we’re shutting down the park?”

She grinned coyly at the perplexed red head as she ushered Alan over, she whispered something to him as a small smile came over his face. Towa hummed happily as Xena presented a leaflet and a cheque to Haru, the gobsmacked man looked between the papers and the grinning Xena erratically.

A one night only leaflet with a picture of the trucks, a night of promised eccentric activities and fun with a huge sold out stamp in bold red on the flier.

The cheque nearly gave Haru a heart-attack;

3,831,825,118.00 (£20million)

“Of course we’ll have to half the profits between Jabberwock and-“

Before Xena could finish Haru broke free from Towa’s cage and brought her into a bear hug, nearly crushing her as he spun her around.

“You-you are the best-best person-inspector-everything in the world XEXE~!”

Xena gave him one of her rare genuine smiles as she hugged him back.

“Don’t worry bout work either! You have vagastrom doing the chores today-“

He activated his stigma spinning them around faster in a state of excitement, xena laughing maniacally as it felt like being on a rollarcoaster. She was going to mention how excited the volunteers were to hang out with animals all day but the thought was lost in the whirlwind of Haru.

He slowed down not letting go of the dizzy Xena as Sho approached them, ready to lead the birthday boy to his extravaganza.

“Your breakfast awaits my liege.”

Sho dramatically bowed as Haru stared at them in disbelief.

“You made me breakfast?!?”

Xena nodded huffing out a laugh as she and Towa lead Haru to the start of the festivities…

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Cathrine 🧪

“What am I looking at right now?”

Both Romeo and Rui cautiously approached a mumbling Cathrine, her hair a birds nest as she fiddled with the back of her latest contraption.

She’s been sat outside bar for a while, they were waiting for her to come in, needing an extra set of hands to help prepare the place for Haru’s mini birthday party; they could hear her swear and mutter as bangs and crashes followed.

“A Robot.”

She answered bluntly as she turned a cog, grease stained fingers delicately switched the flip as the smooth penguin shaped robot came to life.

They looked at her puzzled still as she sighed, hands maniacally gesturing to the robot as if that helped, she produced a bow from her lab coat pocket and gently placed it on the head of the bot.

“Ta da~”

Romeo took a picture flabbergasted as Rui crouched down as the small bot made its way over to him.

“Who’s it for?”

The penguin bowed as it held a flipper out to greet them, it was rather cute and explains why she’s been AWOL for two days.

“It’s for Haru’s birthday? PEN13 is going to be Jabberwock’s new helper! It’s reinforced to be ab-“

Romeo cut her out as a smile flickered onto his face.

“That’s not its name.”

Cathrine smiled smugly at him as she nodded.

“It’s a bit silly but Haru will be able to change it, but that’s their name for now as making a penguin shaped robot was the biggest pain in my neck ever, but I love PEN13 and I would die for them if anything happens.”

It was a slight warning to Romeo as she grinned proudly next to her awfully named robot, Rui grinned taking a picture of Cathrine and her new friend as Romeo cackled at her.

“Catty, why a penguin if it’s so hard?~”

Rui asked curiously as Pen explored the area.

“Well, I like penguins.”

She shrugged as if that’s enough of a reason, Rui sighed fondly as he opened the door for Pen, who waddled around with grace and agility as it looked around.

They heard steps approaching them as they all looked at eachother panicked as they rushed back into the bar.

Cathrine ordered Pen to help decorate the place as the little guy swiftly got things arranged perfectly, he realigned the banner, the balloons somehow got blown up and spread across the bar, the wine testing area was set up and the gifts Romeo and Rui got him were nestled nicely next to Pen.

“Hey~Hey~hey…wow”

The three blew the foiled whistles at a surprised Haru as he took in the sight before him.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRRRU”

Rui and Cathrine exclaimed as Romeo went to pop the first bottle.

Pen immediately wheeled themselves over a flipper extended to an extremely estactic Haru.

“Greetings~master Haru, I am P.E.N.1.3, I am your gifted assistant from Cathrine *redacted*.”

Haru graciously took the flipper both shaking hands for a very long time as he pet the smooth head of the robot.

“Alright! Lovely to meet you mate-wait what was your name?”

He asked slightly shocked as realisation took him.

“P.E-“

Cathrine interrupted coming over as she petted both of their heads.

“You can change it.”

She smiled tiredly at Haru, as he snorted at the mad scientist.

“Okay!! How bout Penny?”

Pen thought for a second, a flipper coming to their face before they nodded in approval.

“That is subbbblime~ Penny will now fetch the welcome drinks.”

Penny waddled away grabbing a tray and the drinks from Rui as he laughed at the adorable creature leaving Cathrine and Haru to stand in awkward silence.

Haru was never one to be submitted into awkward silence but something about Cathrine always put him at unease when the two were alone, it was the same for Cathrine with Haru, they enjoyed each others company but couldn’t quite grasp eachother.

“Happy birthday Haru.”

She quietly said under the loud chatter of Romeo, Rui and Penny.

Haru smiled gently at her pulling the surprised woman into a tight hug as she hesitatingly wrapped her arms around him.

“Thanks Catty.”

Penny interrupted the two with drinks as they quickly jumped apart, the two gratefully took the drinks, blushing clear as day as Rui and Romeo snickered at them.

They clinked their drinks and downed it in one.

“Cheers.”

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Karma 🎨

He had the gift wrapped up and under his arm as he balanced a cake in the other, grinning to himself as he marched his way through Jabberwock, searching for the birthday boy.

“DODGE OUT THE WAY!”

Haru’s voice called out to him as Karma luckily hopped out of the way in time, the fox anomaly was trying to dive at Karma aiming for the cake as Karma held it high in the air.

“Back away foxilicious-this is not a fight you want.”

The fox gazed at him sizing him up before turning away, their head held high in the air as it ran away.

“Hey handsome, look what I’ve got for the birthday boy~”

Karma spun around smiling at Haru who just stared at him in disbelief, why the fuck did the fox listen to him?!

“You didn’t have to get me anything!”

Haru huffed out as he ran over to Karma, grinning cheekily as he handed the cake over. Karma fumbled into his tote bag and grabbed two spoons as he started dragging Haru to the shady spot under their favourite tree.

He forced him to sit down, the two quietly chatting about their day as karma leaned his head on Haru’s shoulder. He pulled the gift from beside him handing it over to Haru, plopping it onto his lap, he kept his head on his shoulder staring hard into the distance as a herd of the bull-like anomalies grazed on grass in the distance.

He heard a light gasp as Haru unravelled the packaging, lightly tracing the painting on the back of the denim jacket, it was of the nature reserve, one of their favourite spots where flower beds surround a tree, wild flowers dancing in a soft breeze, he included peekaboo under the overhanging tree with the fox and a herd of bulls in the distance.

“It’s stunning Karmie.”

He breathed out pressing a kiss to Karma’s head as he slipped on the denim jacket, karma leaning back on the tree as he watched Haru try it on.

“Ya look good in it Ha-ru.”

The red haired man grinned blushing at Karma as he looked at the flower details all along the arms, a little peekaboo peeking out of the front pocket.

“Happy birthday! Pretty boy~”

Karma winked at him as he fed the blushing man a piece of cake, licking the leftover icing off the spoon as he watched Haru flush even more.

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Olivia 🐼

Olivia was helping out at jabberwock for the day, she wanted to ensure Haru could finish up as early as possible as the R&R paperwork and her gift weighed heavily in the tiny backpack she carried with her. They were nearly done, she just had to feed the koi-like anomalies and he just had to feed the bus.

They were to meet back at the dorms once done and Haru thought they’d just chill out and eat some cake but Olivia had found a food festival for the two of them to go too and afterwards she had booked a private onsen and a hotel room for the night(which she is 100% stressing about but ignoring.) The hoops she had to jump through to get Hyde to get it approved will haunt her but she got there and she just hopes Haru will like it.

The koi’s devoured the food as she hastily made her way back, Ren has hopefully dropped her bag off at the dorm, she had it all prepared and she hid it behind a plant pot for Ren to swipe on his way home from work.

Haru was already there humming to himself as he quickly did the laundry, whilst simultaneously feeding Peekaboo, she leaned against the doorway watching him for a while with a content smile on her face.

“Oliiiii~come join us! Why ya just standing there?”

Haru spun around as Olivia raced over to them, peekaboo cooing at her as she took the sling off of Haru.

“I was just enjoying the view…”

She smiled shyly up at Haru, a blush thick on her cheeks as she went onto her tip toes to give Haru a kiss on his cheek.

“Ohhh…!”

Haru swooped down as she pulled away, kissing her on the lips as Olivia let out a quiet noise of surprise but melted into his kiss as he cupped her face gently.

“Boo!…boo!”

Peekaboo squealed at them as they giggled pulling apart.

“Erm…I’ve arranged something for us cause it’s your birthday and I want to erm wait it’s in my-“

She scrambled to reach behind her, Haru gently taking her hands away as he reached into her bag.

“It’s the paperwork.”

He pulled it out and gasped as he saw the overnight R&R paperwork.

“How’d you even-.”

She awkwardly coughed interrupting any questioning.

“Don’t worry about it ahahah, I erm-there’s a food festival and then this private onsen and I got-I got Ren to agree to babysit peekaboo-if you’d like if you don’t want too then we don’t have too...”

She was nervous.

Way too nervous.

It was so stupid to be this nervous, Haru cupped her face again, peppering kisses all over it as he tried to kiss the nervousness away.

“Pretty Oli, of course I’d go anywhere with you-why ya so nervous.”

He littered her face with more kisses as he brought her into a soft hug, not wanting to crush peekaboo as Haru nuzzled into her the crock of her neck.

“When do we go baby?”

His hands met her hips as he gently rubbed circles into them.

“Hmmm~whenever ya want, the food festival is till midnight, the onsen is connected to the hotel…”

She pressed another kiss to Haru’s lips. He called for Ren as he grabbed peekaboo off of her, running to his room as she giggled at his eagerness.

Ren came out with Haru and took the sling off of her, handing her the bag as she went to get changed, Haru following suit.

Olivia was wearing a short red dress with a cropped neon yellow bomber jacket and trainers as she forgot to bring a change of shoes, the necklace Haru got her hung around her neck. Haru was wearing a dark green button up with the outlines of suns and moons printed on them, he had a yellow belt on and dark purple trousers with black boots.

Ren grimaced at the two of them when they excitedly bid him farewell, peekaboo wrapped up in his arms as they ran to get the galaxy express.

They explored the food festival, chatting and laughing throughout the evening and they dined on anything they could grab their hands on. They tried to find the strangest food they could but got way too distracted by test and taste chocolate stand that had over 100 flavours and had different beers to pair with it.

Once they tried nearly all of the flavours, the two ventured to the private onsen, Olivia waiting for Haru to get in first as she grabbed the gift. She hid it behind her back as she approached him, sitting cross legged on the side of the bath as Haru leaned his head back to look her, smiling in content and bliss as she ran a hand through his hair.

“Olllli~come join me, look there’s even a floating sake tray.”

He pointed to the floating tray in front of him, it had a bottle of strawberry flavoured sake and two ochoko cups that were already filled.

“I will Ru, but first…”

She slipped the box next to him as she waited for him to open it, he looked surprise as he went to open the box, Olivia didn’t want to put too much pressure on him by watching. She fiddled with Haru’s hair as she gazed at the plants and rocks that stood just next to the bath, it was an outdoor bath and the evening chill made it the perfect time to take a dip.

She heard Haru lightly gasp as he opened the box, taking the moonstone ring out.

She risked a glance towards him as he shook slightly holding the box tightly as he gently placed the box to the side, he grabbed onto her hand tugging her into the onsen. His face was flushed a bright red as he kept glancing towards his gift.

“Let me get my robe off first aha.”

She shook off the robe settling in next to him as he placed her onto his lap. His gaze didn’t leave the box, as she kissed his cheekbone, playing with his hair as she waited for him to say something.

“Could you…put it on me?”

He asked nervously, gulping as she went to grab the box, taking his left hand as she slid the ring on. It was a simple silver ring with a moon stone running thickly through the middle. She put it on his middle finger, hands slightly shaking as she did.

“If you erm don’t want to wear it as a ring I got a chain for it too and if you do-“

He cut her off as he swiftly pressed his hand to the back of her neck, gently pushing her forward as he feverishly kissed her. Startling Olivia before she turned to face him, hands lost in his hair as the cool metallic feeling of the ring against her skin spurned her on.

It wasn’t until the tray of sake bonked into her back that she pulled away, Haru whining at the loss of his wife girlfriend.

“We should probably try the drink aye?”

She grabbed the cups and she was about to hand Haru one when his hand found itself gently holding on to her wrist.

“Oh no, it seems you’ll have to feed me the drink Oli~my hand has become too heavy from this gorgeous ring on my hand and my other is in our suite ahahah~~”

He lead Olivia’s hand to his lips as he poured the drink into his mouth, licking his lips as he then pressed a kiss to her hand and then to his ring. Olivia held her breath as she watched him, mesmerised at the beautiful man underneath her, he clasped their hands together, pressing more kisses down her arm, leading all the way to her neck as licked a strip up to her ear.

“Ohhh…Oli Aren’t you gonna drink?”

He purred into her ear as he nibbled at the shell of it.

She mutely nodded too flustered as she downed her cup.

He pressed wet kisses to her neck, humming happily to himself as he kept their hands clasp.

“Ru…do you like it?”

She was still nervous he seemed to like it but what if he was just entertaining her, she wasn’t sure if a ring was too much but she knew it was what she had to get him…if she only has a year…she might as well.

He paused his ministrations, unclasping their hands as he cupped her cheek. How could she be so silly? Of course he loved the ring, the fact he now has something that claims him as Oli’s was driving him slightly crazy, in the best way possible.

“Oli, You’re so precious to me…”

Haru murmured out as he rubbed a thumb across her cheek.

“I love your gift baby.”

He kissed her.

“I love you.”

He kiss her again and again and again, licking at her lips to gain entry, deepening the kiss.

“I love you too…”

She pulled away wrapping her arms around his neck as she gazed lovingly at him.

“Happy birthday!”

[eagle-warri]

inspired by this post from @mcytransswag. congrats anon. how do you feel knowing you inspired someone to write fic from that turn of phrase

technically a part of the emhec cafe series i run with @darubyprincx, but it will be a tumblr special until i figure out how to tag this mess

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The thing was, it had been a pretty normal day at the cafe up to that point. Scott had been serving the theater kids basically on autopilot, and had only glanced up when the snickers of the cafe had gotten louder than usual. Once he noticed, he looked up and saw…Oli. In possibly the most ridiculous outfit ever. He had on one of those massive Renaissance Fair hats, the one that’s really wide and three-cornered with a feather in it, a blue jacket covered in ruffles and little gold epaulets (that’s what the little shoulder things were called, right?), and white stockings with black buckled shoes. The worst part, though?

After a moment of stunned silence, Scott burst out with a, “...what the FUCK is on your legs.”

Oli gave a smirk, the kind of evil little sibling smirk they give when they know that you’re about to get really mad at what you’re about to say. “What, these? Oh, these are just my…” Xe put xer leg out, and ran his hands along the red and yellow ribbon pants that poofed out about a foot.

“✨scandalous bard pantaloons✨”

The entire cafe went dead silent. Typically, there was at least some chatter in the cafe, but the phrase “scandalous bard pantaloons” and the volume at which it was said was enough to cause a massive reaction. Suddenly, there came the clatter of a die rolling on the table, a small tink-tink-tink as it bounced onto the floor, and the scraping of a chair against the ground as a man with his hair tied back chased down the die, grabbed it, and checked something in one of the many books scattered around. Finally, in a matter-of-fact voice, he said,

“Everyone who heard that takes 7 points of psychic damage.”

[waternilly]

No Tricks (George Weasley x OC) - Part 3

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: George Weasley x OC Word count: 1.2k Warnings: None Ao3 link: here Summary: A new shop opens across the street from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. The curious owner immediately piques the interest of the youngest twin. Despite being familiar with the wizarding world, she does not seem to fit in it herself. Harry Potter Masterlist

Tightly holding onto a small parcel, and a purple Pygmy Puff perched on his shoulder, George knocked on the darkly painted door of Olive Tree Art & Tattoos.

He had learned over the past week what a tattoo was, when his father had come to the shop to visit and noticed the brand new sign across the street. The explanation had been brief and messy, as often when Arthur talked of Muggle matters. But it had been enough for George. What he wanted to know now, was why Oli was so knowledgeable on the matter as to open a shop dedicated to the medium. 

As he swallowed thickly, the textured window allowed him to see Oli walk towards him. Swinging the door open, she smiled and invited him in.

“Welcome! You’re the first to arrive,” she said as he shuffled inside.

“Well good thing I didn’t come alone then,” George said, pointing to the Pygmy Puff on his shoulder.

Oli emitted a cooing sound and wiggled a finger at the creature. As she took a step back, George stretched out an arm, presenting her with the wrapped parcel.

“Awww, you shouldn’t have,” Oli tried to reprimand him, but her smile was too obvious.

“Inauguration gift,” was the only explanation George deigned to give.

Oli started peeling off the wrapping before stopping abruptly: “Is this from your shop?”

“No, no,” George reassured her with a chuckle.

“Because I’ve noticed the kinds of things you guys sell.”

“It’s not from our store,” George repeated solemnly. “And if it was, it would be for you to pull a prank on someone else.”

“Hm,” was all Oli said in mock suspicion.

She finished ripping the paper and discovered a glass jar. The label read “Sugarplum’s Chocolate Spread - With Exploding Candy!”

“How did you know?” Oli asked with a smile that showed the question was rhetorical.

Nevertheless, George entertained her: “Just a feeling.”

As she thanked him and put the jar aside, another person knocked on the front door and Oli made haste to welcome the new guests. Meanwhile, George took the chance to become more familiar with the environment. The room was painted emerald green, with an accent wall of geometric wallpaper. Golden details were spread out, a luxurious chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the middle of an intricately painted circular pattern. The furniture was mostly made from black wood or glass. There too, touches of gold served to brighten up the pieces. It felt intimate and elegant at the same time, the velvety cushions in the soft leather couch appearing very comfortable. If you paid close attention, you could tell that most of the furniture had a life prior to the opening of the shop. However, those details were easily missed by most, too busy examining the various plants spread throughout the room. Finally, large, velvet curtains separated the area from what George assumed to be the back of the store.

George turned back towards Oli as she welcomed more and more guests into the room. She had a contagious smile, warm and inviting; the kind that made you feel like everything would be alright. For the first time that evening, George felt his heart flutter at the thought and sight of his new neighbor. He could not wait to speak more with her.

He would have to be patient however, for the night would not offer many opportunities for quiet conversations. The inauguration of Olive Tree Art & Tattoo had attracted the entirety of the Diagon Alley shop owners. The promise of tea and biscuits had worked.

People were spread throughout the room, some using the chairs and the couch, others standing by the desk or the window. A merry atmosphere filled the space, the sound of chatter accompanied by a gentle background melody.

“Miss Tillers! Miss Tillers!” a voice erupted from the crowd.

It was mister Mulpepper, the owner of the apothecary.

“Yes, sir?” Oli asked cautiously, but with a smile.

“Miss Tillers, I ought to ask you what I believe many of us have been wondering,” he said while motioning to the crowd. “What in Godrick’s name is a tattoo?”

Oli smiled more brightly at the curiosity of her guest. Standing up straight and relaxed, she explained: “It is a Muggle art form that consists of permanently drawing on one’s skin.”

She paused so as to allow everyone to react with ohhh’s and ahhh’s, or more whispered questions.

“I actually have tattoo’s myself, as you can see,” and she showed off her hands.

“And how do you draw those on permanently? If it is a Muggle art form, they surely do not use magic!”

Many questions followed about the tattoo process, all of which Oli answered with poise and ease. The crinkles by her eyes permanently etched into her features, as she clearly enjoyed sharing this knowledge. George found himself smiling while absentmindedly petting the Pygmy Puff.

At last, someone asked the question that had been on all of their lips: “How do you know so much about a Muggle art form.”

Oli briefly paused and took a sip from her glass.

“My father is a Muggleborn wizard.”

Another chorus of ahhh’s was uttered by the small crowd.

“I was in contact with my Muggle family a lot while growing up.”

And with that, all the questions had been answered, all the tea had been drunk and all the biscuits had been eaten. It was time for everyone to return home.

Oli walked each guest separately out of the shop, thanking them for having stopped by. At last, only George remained. He had stayed behind, observing a framed painting on the wall by the velvety curtains. His head snapped when he heard Oli sigh from beside the door.

“Same time next week?” George poked with a smile.

Fighting the urge to yawn, Oli looked over her shoulder, eyes crinkling: “At your shop?”

“God no!” George fought back. “Don’t get me wrong, they’re lovely people but…”

“It’s a lot.”

They nodded comprehensively at each other.

Pointing at the painting he was observing, George wondered: “Yours?”

Oli walked closer.

“Yes.”

Standing next to him now, she added: “A watercolor of my hometown.”

“Where is that?”

Oli met his gaze.

“Ghent.”

“Belgium?”

She nodded.

Turning back to the painting, she became melancholic.

“I lived there my entire life until I came here.”

“How was it?”

“A lot calmer. Ghent is a small city compared to London. I knew many people there too.” She paused. “It was home.”

George frowned.

“Is it not anymore?”

Oli shrugged.

“Not sure yet. I’m starting to like it here.”

She was smiling again, and so was George.

“Maybe you could have two homes?”

As he met her gaze again, George noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“That is to see.”

Sighing, George picked up the Pygmy Puff from his shoulder.

“For what it matters,” he whispered, handing her the creature, “I am happy you’re here.”

[blockmenobsessedperson]

MCC live blog!!

GUYS MCC IS BACK!! Currently watching Scar's pov, so this is gonna be my live blog. If you don't want spoilers, don't look here :D

Edit 1: LET'S GO GREEN GECKO'S!! Sky Battle first so I'm crossing my fingers he doesn't die too much. Also, Xisuma seems so confused rn XD

Edit 2: Gotta love the in between the games chatter! Especially because they're trying to get Scar to talk about Disney and X is like NOOO

Edit 3: ROCKET SPLEEF RUSH! My second fave game :D Scar's doing decent so far!! Scar keeps getting taken out from above lmao. OMG THEY'RE IN SECOND RN!! Let's hope they can keep it up!!

Edit 4: BATTLE BOX! Gotta love the fact they've started using Hotguy as a verb now XD STOPP SCAR'S WATCH SAYING HE FELL HAS ME CACKLING- They're doing super good rn though! I expected False to last longer though lol. Glad Green Gecko's is doing good though!

Edit 5: OMG JOEL DID AWESOME!! The Greens are tied rn though.

Edit 6: Uh oh Admin Woopsie :0

Edit 7: Stoppp Scar fell almost immediately in the last two rounds ;-; Break time though!!

Edit 8: GUYS HELP I FELL ASLEEP- I’m currently trying to wake up but apparently I haven’t missed much but I’ll be back to live blogging in a bit!

Edit 9, the last one: GUYS OLI AND HIS TEAM WON I GET 10 DOLLARS FOR MY BET YIPPEE

[louisisalarrie]

Thanks for answering my anon on Krystle. Loved your response. Very insightful as I didn’t know some of that stuff - that she was married in 2019 and as far as you’re aware she was still married. What did you see back in Nov to make you assume she’s still married?

You’re right in that Louis is linked to every female he stands next to. I guess the Krystle thing just stuck out to me because I wasn’t previously aware of the chatter about it.

Big thanks x

Big love to you anon! Not a problem. A lot of discourse and rumours happen in this fandom, and im more than happy to help out where I can. The Krystle thing probably won’t drop for a while, it’s bizarre, but it’s honestly more likely that he’s dating Oli at this point hahahah.

and I know because you’ll just have to trust me unfortunately!!!!!