Help Im Obsessed

help i’m obsessed

TAPESTRY OF GOLDEN FLAMES; caution in confidence— al haitham.

❝tapestry of golden flames❞— a small headcanon series of all genshin men with a specific trope they shine in. series masterlist.

—gn! reader, no tw.

—coworker! al haitham who you were somewhat intrigued by at the first meeting with him. who worked in the same department as you— operations management, albeit a post higher, and much more known. who is respected by everyone in the office, even to the point of fear and paranoia in some. who sits in the same office as you, along with two more people, all of them being peace-loving—all except for you.

—coworker! al haitham who is actually nice and polite, whatever those flying rumours about him secretly being a blood-thirsty dracula, might say. who offered you the quieter portion of the office when you first came. who didn't bother you with small talk or incessant attention or sympathy like many others when you first came and chose to treat you normally, like you preferred. who didn't offer or take anything, but nodded nonetheless when you asked him to bring coffee for you too one day.

—coworker! al haitham with whom you think relations were cordial, but alas.

—coworker! al haitham who starts getting on your nerves when he asks you to type quieter on the typewriter; who begins being irritating with that constant dull mode of his; who literally won't say a word throughout the whole day and it begins bothering you; who can't help but give side-eyes and ask you both to leave when you choose to speak to another employee in the office; who starts becoming the thorn at your side when the credit of your ideas and innovations go to him instead, because, at the end of the day, he is the one who could make something tangible out of them.

—coworker! al haitham who sets in your eyes the moment a female employee compares you two and laughs loudly as she announces that he was far superior because he was everything you weren't, and he didn't even object to that stupid comparison and keeps his nose buried in that small notebook he carries on himself constantly, choosing to work through his notes instead.

—coworker! al haitham who doesn't reciprocate all that tense emotion but sees clearly through yours.

—coworker! al haitham who believes that the barking of dogs does not stop elephants, and has no problem saying it when you confront him about it one day, as you both sipped on coffee. who sees you in a positive light, really, but thinks that you're too much of a ray of sunshine, much like his roommate, and being a dweller of night, he can't quite adjust to it. who does, in fact, give you credit for your ideas and opinions but can't really help it when everyone ignores it and chooses to brand the idea with his name instead, blinded as they were by his fame.

—coworker! al haitham who still doesn't care enough to clear up the misunderstandings, not until you grow too close with his roommate anyways, fond as his roommate is to invite friends over to the place.

—coworker! al haitham ... who is forced into your presence, regretting having introduced you to kaveh that fateful evening when he decided to drop by precisely when he was speaking with you regarding work. who hadn't minded introducing the blond to you back then, and was actually relieved when kaveh seemed equally into you as well and thought that maybe this would improve your temperament towards him. not that he cares about your opinion—but he isn't too keen on receiving those glares you give him whenever a misunderstanding arises.

—coworker! al haitham who finds himself stuck with you one stormy day in his apartment, without kaveh, who ensures you two don't stand opposite to each other, knowing how equally rigid you two can get at times. who has to tiredly clear up the air when it gets stale with you, who seems intent on digging graves, and finds that you're actually so much nicer when you understand things as they are. who introduces you to some of his favourite authors and bonds with you over the topic, resisting a laugh when you admit that that one writer is a huge douchebag and a plagiarist for having copied the works of his wife. who is somewhat confused when you introduce a few romance novels to him, but then shrugs it off, realizing even geniuses have their flaws.

—coworker! al haitham who is surprised at the change in attitude you present to him, the next day onwards. who finds himself surprised when you bring him coffee at the time he usually gets up, and almost has to resist pinching himself when you even attempt at small-talk, the affair quickly becoming a long-winded discussion about problematic writers and all four of the staff in that room are engaged entirely in that debate—to the point that tighnari, one of them, almost strangles cyno, yet another one, with a mouse wire and you both have to pull them away from each other before their yells start being audible to others.

—coworker! al haitham who actually nods at you in acknowledgement, should he ever find you anywhere outside of work and mutters a small 'hi', at work or at his apartment. who has genuinely no problem brewing you some tea when you occasionally come over, with kaveh being pissed off at the fact that he isn't given such preferential treatment. who enjoys listening to your opinions, and enjoys even more the fact that you're always down for a nice debate, without ever taking it to your heart when you turn out wrong.

—coworker! al haitham who almost makes you the apple of his eyes when you get a promotion to a job higher than his and still persist on using that same office room of the four of you, attached as you were now to that silly group of three. who is somewhat shocked when you continue treating him the same way you did before, bringing him coffee and all. who is certain you two weren't that close for you to be so nice and polite and he is suddenly revealed to the truth that some people don't always need a reason to be nice.

—coworker! al haitham who grows used to your company. who can't really think a day has already passed by if he doesn't catch a glimpse of you at least once, and becomes somewhat desperate for it even. who feels much more comfortable speaking to you about more private things, like his birthday which is two weeks away, or kaveh's childhood album which he hides under all his clothes in the cupboard. who actually laughs at your jokes, and decently says all his salutations when you come and go and is just as decently willing to gauge his eyes out when cyno mentions something about him getting softer for you nowadays.

—coworker! al haitham who—carelessly and quite harshly—informs cyno that you're much too below him for him to consider you as someone close. who says that you're less graceful, and so careless and loud, almost like a fly buzzing in his ears. who entirely misses how that very day you're at least 15 minutes late to work, clutching your bag close and looking tired as you sit at your seat. who thinks you're just really tired that day to not have gone for the coffee and brings you some instead, not saying anything. who doesn't miss how you don't even touch the cup, though, and choose to place it far away as you leave for a small break with tighnari and cyno who both give him weird looks.

—coworker! al haitham who is beyond confused when you continue to ignore him altogether and kaveh approaches him one day, asking if he had done something stupid again. who almost gets punched in the face when he tells kaveh the whole thing and quickly realizes what must have happened that day. who doesn't know with what face he should apologize to you or even face you, all when you have only been kind towards him. who can't say no when kaveh agrees to help, at the condition that he would do exactly as he says.

—coworker! al haitham whose hands can't really press at the doorbell to your house. who has to be glared at by all three in unison before he actually rings it and is quite hurt when you choose to address all of them, except for him, only choosing to flash a formal smile. who greets nonetheless, not really finding it in himself to ignore you. who helps you out with taking those sweets off the top shelf, short as everyone else was, and kaveh who suddenly had back pain. who sighs in relief when you thank him quietly, his tense aura eased by your soft voice. who doesn't have a chance to bother you anymore after that, so he does what he planned to.

—coworker! al haitham who pleads quietly to you and is overjoyed when you agree to speak with him outside your house in the park. who apologizes for everything, going over every part of the story in detail and with great will despite wanting to sew his mouth shut at the pleading words that left his mouth. who smiles genuinely at you, finding it very touching when you lower your gaze and sigh softly, nodding in understanding.

'you're seriously constipated ...' 'what?' he asked, only having heard the last part of the sentence. you flashed him an annoyed glance, irritation laced in your eyes as you cleared your throat and spoke audibly enough for him to decipher between the yells of the nearby children and your much-pleasant voice. 'you're emotionally constipated and a coward and i don't think we can get along very well if you continue being like that. i bet all of this was kaveh's work.' he can't really deny it as he looks away, a silent agreement on his part and you roll your eyes. 'come back to me when you have something to say that you thought of yourself.'

—coworker! al haitham who can't stop thinking as he repeats what you said that day in his head. who is relieved you're giving him a chance with those quiet acknowledgements you pass back when he greets you first and are quite willing to resume your own friendship with kaveh and the others and resume being in your usual good mood. who thinks back to every conversation he's had with you yet and realizes that while you knew everything about him in detail down to his third favourite reptile, he didn't even know your favourite colour. who almost snaps when cyno questions him about what went down with you that day when you're away and has to be physically restrained from breaking the screen of his computer.

—coworker! al haitham who decides to resume the practical and analytical thinking skills that he almost seemed to have lost in your company, flustered by you as he often was. who thinks about what an elegant lady would enjoy as a gift. who visits the jewellery shop first thing that day and cannot leave without buying a lotus hairpin that sat quietly in a corner. who cannot stop staring at its glossy yet fragile structure, every glass piece arranged with great care and in impossible detail. who thinks that its sapphire shade will never not suit you, and buys it immediately.

—coworker! al haitham who loses his temper when kaveh touches it, questioning when his choice became so impeccable. who cannot let even so much so as a fingerprint get on the pin and places it in his safe, thinking about what must be done next. who tries to write a few lines of apology and practices them in front of the mirror, but finds that his eyes are too shallow the convey the depth of his words and just gives up. who realizes a letter is the only way he can tell you everything he thinks, and writes one, writing four pages worth of them as he sits down the whole night paraphrasing the whole thing, realizing that four pages is not an acceptable length for a confession letter.

—coworker! al haitham who has to struggle to keep his sanity the next day, not only because he didn't get even a wink of sleep but also with the realization that today was the day, and his heart was beating like crazy against his chest. who sighs repeatedly the entire day, hoping it will relieve the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach and chest. who observes you the whole day and thinks he has hit the jackpot when you seem extra happy that day, deciding this was the best day to confess to you.

—coworker! al haitham who offers to drop you home that day, a knowing look exchanged between the two of you. who nods in agreement when you tell him to head to the riverbank instead, finding it a much more pleasant place to exchange such things at. who curses under his breath when his palms begin getting all sweaty and he has to resist not getting wooed too much by your pleasant humming and rose perfume as he recites the small apology over and over in his head.

—coworker! al haitham who is screeching in joy internally and maintaining a civil smile externally when you accept the neatly wrapped present, letter and bouquet. who notices the way your gaze fixates pleasantly on the lilies and quickly realizes they must be your favourite when you smile at him afterwards. who is so happy looking at your smile that he forgets he is supposed to speak as well, continuing only when you click your digits close to his eyes, breaking his reverie. who immediately clears his throat and apologizes earnestly, and can't miss the way you silently nod at the end, biting your lower lip in thought. who wonders how you will react when you will read the letter, and reach the end where he admits to liking you romantically.

'oh,' he said, right when you were about to enter your house and he was about to start the engine, making you turn to face him. 'all of that was a product of my own thought, by the way.' you smiled, your gaze twinkling softly under the glow of the streetlight as you spoke, 'i know.'

—coworker! al haitham whose nervousness reaches its peak when you text him back an hour later, telling him that you need time to process it. who thinks that maybe he went too far in his fantasies and condemns himself for being so open and direct, suddenly wanting to whip himself.

—coworker! al haitham who almost forgets that after morrow is his birthday, and is reminded only when kaveh sits on the drawing room, sifting through several letters as he writes certain names in cursive on all of them, glaring at him when he asks what's up. who half-heartedly sends those letters to all the guests, and can barely contain his anticipation when a letter with your name comes up and he finds you watering the plants when he reaches your place, glad to be receive a cheerful hello from you. who waves back but then makes the excuse of being busy and leaves, lest he suffer heartbreak a day before his birthday and spoil the occasion.

—coworker! al haitham whose gaze is fixed on you the entire time—or more precisely, the pin that tucked your hair into a neat bun of pasted shaded ribbons as you adorned that beautiful dress of blue, looking like a fairy princess. who cannot help but blush a furious red when you wave at him across the room, pointing mischievously towards the balcony and then disappear into the crowd, leaving him to contemplate as he begrudgingly follows.

—coworker! al haitham who suddenly forgot what a birthday gift even means when he stands that close to you, unable to speak, mesmerized. who feels butterflies take over his stomach when you smile happily, muttering yes shyly and he is more than aware in that moment of his inability to truly express himself through words and ends up staring deeply into your eyes.

—coworker! al haitham who still has the ability to romance you, though, and slowly moves closer, ensuring that you want this when you look towards his lips and the dam breaks— as he presses his lips against yours in heated passion, unable to say anything else in the moment, only acutely aware of your soft lips as they press back and you can't help but break the kiss with a small laugh, a gesture that makes him crack into a small yet confused smile as well, silently mourning the lost intimacy. not to worry, though, he thinks. now that you have allowed it, he has all the time in the world.

—coworker! al haitham who is a slave of habits and smirks as he leans in closer, twirling your hair in his fingers. 'they say earnest statements are said thrice... two more times, please, my darling.'

—coworker! al haitham who is happier than ever in the shade of your loving presence. who needs more than even kaveh himself to get angry now, and even though he doesn't always smile, his eyes are suddenly softer than they once were. who likes the soft reminders of your presence that you constantly litter around the house—the rose perfume, the lotus hairpin, your favourite books, your work files, your hairbands that he ensures he always has some of whenever possible since you almost always forget to keep one before leaving, and your small laughter that almost always seems to resonate in the house when you are with him.

—coworker! al haitham who still doesn't understand the point of romance novels and finds them quite stupid when the love that exists in real life is so much better.

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soul baby - grim reaper x reader (Spoiler Warning For Grim's Name)

Grim reapers don't have time to reproduce and fall in love. There's no time in the underworld for that. They claim a soul every couple of minutes, and they get some time to recover during the time that their souls are unbalanced.

Though, as much as he finds you to be infuriatingly flirtatious and messing with his head, you weren't wrong when you told him that you'd make a soul baby with him.

Maybe that's how you first got into his head.

And when sound of your skin and his echoes through your apartment, your nails clawing down his back desperately, Casper wonders for a moment, just a moment, if you were really just some mortal, or if death itself came up and decided that he was too lonely. He doesn't mind the way your nails draw blood on his back, and he leans in further, pressing your legs against your chest as he thrusts into you again.

"Ca—" You gasp. "Casper."

"Yes, sunshine?"

You moan as you feel him force himself further inside of you.

"'s too much."

"What happened to the flirty little thing in the chatroom?" He tilts his head teasingly, lips pulled into a smile. "You're so bold when there's a screen."

"Ah," Your back arches as your chest presses to his, lips quivering as you whimper.

"Speechless?" He speeds up, using his body weight to press you down. "Thought you wanted a soul baby. You want me to put one in you? Hm?"

You nod your head feverishly, eyes blowing wide as you cling onto his shoulders.

"Alright. Don't waste anything, sunshine."

You moan as he cums in you, legs shaking as you feel his warmth flood inside of you, and you gasp, eyes teary. You cling onto him while shaking, only relaxing when you feel him collapse on top of you, cock plugging you full and keeping his cum inside of you. You catch your breath as he nuzzles his nose into your jaw, pressing a gentle kiss there.

"Was I good?"

"You were great, casp."