i think the first time you really realize alhaitham’s in love with you is when you see how he inconveniences himself just for your sake. it’s subtle, you don’t even notice it until one day it all hits you at once.
“you…got these on your way home?” you ask, taking the bag he holds out. you didn’t even think he was listening last night when you said you’d like to try that new bakery off handedly. evidently he was.
and he stares at you with that aggravatingly blank face of his. “yes.” it’s all he says, all he chooses to offer even when you leave all the unsaid questions in the air.
“but that’s not on the way home,” you say confused.
“it is, if you take a different route.”
“and you took a different route?”
“yes.”
“you took what would be a slightly longer route?” you raise a brow.
“yes.” and then he walks off to change, dropping the discussion all together.
you stare at the bag in your hands, at the small token of proof that he listens, that he cares. and then it hits you, all at once it hits you. those extra pillows he spends time rearranging when he makes the bed because you insist they’re nice and you need them. the papers he gives you at the akademiya already sifted through and sorted in order for you to sign. the late lunch he takes just to have yours with you. those fifteen minutes of sleep he sacrifices to shower first so you can stay in bed a bit longer. that table he hates and always bumps his hips into that you love in the living room.
and that longer route he takes on his way home to get you something you like.
it’s all so inconvenient. it’s a lot more trouble than he likes. it’s inefficient and over complicated and probably is an obstacle to his usually simple life.
“i didn’t know you were listening,” you mumble, “i thought you were asleep.”
“well, it’s difficult to sleep with all your tossing and turning,” he says simply, making your lips quirk into an easy grin as you roll your eyes.
he turns to walk to your bedroom, and you grab his hand and keep him in place. and then you smile that little smile of yours. lean in and press your lips to his. mumble a quiet thank you, haitham against them before kissing them again. and again. and again, for longer this time.
he loves you. it’s the easiest thing he does.
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I'm guessing the smell of disinfectant or the smell of printer paper for some reason
realizing that everything makes me sneeze as y’all guess this mystery allergen LMAO but nope neither of these! some disinfectants set me off but nope
i’ll give y’all a hint: you probably didn’t know people can even be allergic to this. i didn’t until two days ago when someone brought it up and i googled it lmao
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this has been in my mind for a while and u can share this if u want or not since its v v nasty and dubcon …. but get this…. marks step sister doesn’t wanna have sex w him coz its /wrong/ for her and then mark drugs her w aphrodisiac and when it kicks in…. stepbro is on the way to help her and then they be fuckin until morning ‘coz mark is a crazed horny ass man who has the hots for his step sister
this is so sick i love it 😭😭
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love posting a fic and then immediately noticing all five hundred million typos i somehow missed while editing
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