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That’s cheating.

Still, it gets him pink and giggling like a moron, and he pats at Oliver’s face like that might shush him.

You’re supposed to say something other than the obvious thing, dingus. Tell me something I don’t know.

“Alright, alright, I’ll ty again...”

Oliver grins, rolling his eyes a little as he tries thinking of something else to say. Nothing else seems quite as effective, though...

“...I think you’re really cute when you wake up in the morning and your hair’s a mess and you’re mostly asleep but you still cuddle up to me.”

“Who did this?”

Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip

I, uh. I just got in a fight with some asshole, Oliver. It’s not as bad as it looks.

Sarkis gingerly feels around the break of his lip, wincing slightly. Shit stings. It’s probably fine, though.

I’m always alright. Even if my face looks like this, or something, I’m fine. Promise.

Well, there might be a little lie in there, but nothing important enough to really think about. Picking up Oliver’s hand, he pulls it close to kiss the knuckles, murmuring softly.

Can we make a deal? You leave me alone about bruises or small things like my lip, and I’ll let you fret as much as you want over everything else. Like, if I break a bone or something. I won’t fight it at all.

“Sweetheart...”

Oliver doesn’t particularly like the deal, but he supposes it’s better than nothing. He just worries; about big things, about little things, and especially about people he loves. Even Sarkis telling him that he’s okay, even Sarkis being an actual literal God isn’t enough to stop that.

Oliver sighs, and gently squeezes Sarkis’ hand. This will have to do.

“I- alright...”

“You sure about that?”

Nevermind that Xavier is only five foot six or so, and that he’s certainly a bit smaller than his boyfriend. Still, he looks up at him, sighing to himself as he does, and he nuzzles in. Part of him wants to pull himself all the closer to Oliver, but he’s content curling up a little more, and he blinks, feeling the aid being pulled out of his ear.

Immediately, he looks up, his eyes wide, before he frowns a little. He doesn’t stop him, but he does wince a little bit before the pressure is gone, and his world is eerily half silent. But that’s okay, because he’s with Oliver.. and he doesn’t mind it. “It was an accident,” he murmurs, and he yawns, shifting himself. “..sorry.” Sometimes he forgets his boyfriends don’t mind his ability.

“Of course I’m sure - that’s why I said it.”

Oliver knows he can do it - he’s done it before, and though Xavier is heavy enough to make carrying him somewhat uncomfortable after a little while it’s definitely still entirely possible. Carrying Jack, on the other hand... well, sufficient to say that Oliver hasn’t attempted it yet, and frankly doesn’t think he’s likely too. He might be skinny, but Oliver has no doubt that Jack weighs at least as much as Xavier.

Xavier’s words make Oliver smile a little, and he leans forwards to kiss his boyfriend before gently taking out the other aid, placing the two of them to one side. He knows he won’t be able to speak aloud to Xav like this, but he doesn’t mind. < It’s ok, sweetheart. >

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“Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!”

“I– - I got caught up. I didn’t want you to worry.”oliver was his friend. and more, really,but that wasn’t really an excuse. olivershouldn’t have to wait for him likethat. leonardo let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry.”

#mentisvolatus #v; amid a crowd of stars

“It’s ok, Leo, but next time just let me know you’re going to be longer than expected.”

Oliver’s tone was more worried than disapproving, and the colours that adorned the walls shifted to light blue, spiralling around where Leo stood as if checking him for injuries. What could Oliver say? He was worried, and it had only got worse when Leo hadn’t answered to his contact button.

“...Look, do you want something to eat?”

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with a sigh, he turns around and lifts his shirt at the same time he tugs down at the waistband of his jeans to reveal the tattoo placed just above his literal ass cheek.

“…is it bad? i don’t remember what i got.”

#bifurcxted #v; main #but what if it was something like a dog riding a skateboard

...Well. It’s not what Oliver’s expecting, but Jesse is never what Oliver’s expecting.

“It’s... well, it’s certainly... interesting.”

bifurcxted-moved

“ did kind of a stupid thing that night.”

“...What did you do? Are you ok?”

#bifurcxted #v; main

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✘ - scalpxl

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

< text : oliver >i’m going to fucking kill him. he’snot allowed to push us aroundlike this. we’ve done good.

#mentisvolatus #v; amid a crowd of stars #what happening??? i have no idea

[ message to: Leo (Designation: Brawn) ] I know we have, but we can’t do anything stupid Leo. Just tough it out and I’ll look into possible loopholes. I’m pretty certain you’re not allowed close to first wave galaxy regions without military escort.

hey everyone

im really sorry about the activity drop on oliver - i made a new blog a few months back and though my oliver muse isn’t gone it’s definitely decreased. he’s still around though! replies will be slower but they’ll still be happening

most of my activity right now is happening over on @lxthologica

#outofscalpels

"You're beautiful."

Put “You’re beautiful.” in my ask box and watch my muse’s reaction.

Oliverrrr…

Sarkis smiles stupidly at the compliment, sloppily dressed and hair literally everywhere, hiding his face behind his hand when he digs a knuckle into his eye and yawns.

You’re such a liar. I probably just look even more homeless than usual, don’t I?

Maybe. I don’t know.

Toes curling in surprise, Sarkis wraps his legs around Oliver’s hips, pleasantly stunned. He winds his arms a little more tightly, one hand carding through the other’s hair lazily, and laughs, genuine and startled and a little ridiculous. There might even be a little snort in there.

Good morning to you too! What’re you doing?

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Oliver asks with a laugh, ducking his head so that he can press kisses to the corner of Sarkis’ mouth. “I’m lifting you up so that I can kiss you.” After all, there is nearly a foot of height difference between them.

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“…interesting.”

she doesn’t care enough to question it any further.

“do you ever…give them back? you know, to the family of the dead individual? or do you just keep them?”

“I- I think they can be? If requested. But normally if we’re using them then they’ve been donated.”

Oliver shrugs. He doesn’t know everything, and frankly organ preservation isn’t his area of expertise. He deals with living organs after all, not dead ones.

#hxsta #v; main

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Arthur smiled, glad to see his friend was genuinely happy about the gift. Arthur could be nice sometimes. ❝I was joking about the complaining bit. Well, mostly. We could go out if you want or not. I’m up for anything.❞

#mighty-pendragon #v; main

Oliver shook his head, sitting down and gesturing for Arthur to join him. “I would say yes to that, but I’m sure everywhere’s going to be full of happy couples. Sitting here and maybe trading stories about terrible exes or something seems like it’d be a lot more enjoyable.”

Only a little. Too much and you’ll think it’s okay to do this all the time.

I dare you to tell me something actually romantic this time.

“You know I’m better at sappy than romantic.”

“...I love you.”

mighty-pendragon-a

@scalpxl wanted a valentine’s day starter ♡

❝Hey – ❞ Arthur shoved a box of chocolates into Oliver’s hands. ❝Here, since neither of us have dates. We can do something not depressing today. Like eat this chocolate and complain.❞

#mighty-pendragon #v; main

Oliver smiled at the unexpected gift, a little surprised that Arthur had even thought to buy it. “Something not- depressing sounds great,” he replied honestly, “And the eating chocolates bit sounds even better, really.”

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“Oliver.” Xavier almost sounds exasperated, but it’s a kind tone, a soft breath that washes from his lips as he reaches and runs his fingers over Oliver’s cheek, against his jaw, and softly tilts his head back so they can meet eye to eye. “Darling.. we both have Jack,” he starts off, and his fingers reach up to gently tangle in the other’s hair, to gently stroke over his scalp in a way he knows his boyfriend adores, that can at least keep him a little calm.

“We’re all together, and there’s no way that means I’m going to replace you. I love you,” he murmurs, and he furrows his brows a little, leaning in to kiss Oliver’s forehead, letting his soft lips linger there for a moment.

“I know, I know we do, but I still-” Oliver cuts himself off with a sigh, eyes flickering shut as he tilts his head into Xavier’s gentle touch. He knows that Xavier doesn’t need to be a telepath to know how to calm him down, how to settle and soothe him from a single touch alone. It leaves him in awe, sometimes, how perceptive his boyfriends can be.

And they are his boyfriends, both of them. He knows that, knows that he is as much Jack as he is Xavier’s and that Jack is as much his as he is Xavier’s and that Xavier is as much his as he is Jack’s and that they all have each other and that they all love each other and that the relationship is even and shared and wonderful but still-.

But still.

“....You know I worry about stupid things...”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

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That hurts Xav worse than anything he’s ever had to endure.He knows that Oliver has bad days, down days, but he thoughtthat maybe, that Oliver would have trusted him by now. Or rather,that he would have gotten over that fear. The deaf man frowns,and his fingers reach, carefully carding through Oliver’s hair todraw him in. He stifles his hurt, and instead coddles his boyfriend,draws him in for soft peppering kisses to his scalp and face.

“Oliver, why would I ever replace someone as amazing as you?”

Oliver is almost loathe to answer. He doesn’t want Xav to know how much he worries, how much he frets and how much he fusses over this unusual little three-person relationship they’ve built. Xavier and Jack and Oliver. Oliver, the last one to know them, the one who doesn’t know how to help Jack when he panics and who can’t reach inside his head to calm him down. Oliver, the soft-hearted neurologist who tries his best, damn it, and doesn’t know how to do any more.

He blinks his tears away, shuts his eyes, and presses closes against Xav.

“...Because you have Jack.”

“Mmm? Maybe.”

Xavier isn’t sure if he wants a nap or if he just wants to wrap himself more around Oliver and stay there. If he dozes off, well, he’s not going to stop himself. He feels the shift, only to open his eyes and look up, blinking a few times until he releases a soft laugh against his boyfriend’s chest. “I don’t wanna be carried. Too big anyway,” he mumbles.

But he does sigh, stretching out a little and reaching up to push at one of his hearing aids, wincing a little. He’d fallen asleep in them last night and hadn’t taken them out today at all. His ears are killing him, but he needs to be able to hear.

“Shh, you’re not too big for me to carry.”

Oliver gives a slight chuckle, and ducks his head to kiss Xavier’s forehead. He’s not really going to mind no matter what happens - he’ll be happy to cuddle Xavier in bed but he’ll also be just as happy to cuddle him here until the other man dozes off. Which, of course, may not happen, but it seems more and more likely with every passing moment.

Until, that is, he sees Xavier lift a hand to fiddle with a hearing aid. Oliver frowns a little, and reaches out to very slowly start taking one of them out. “Did you leave your aids in again? You know I don’t mind talking telepathically, sweetheart.”