🎧🪶 #haikaveh
#Alhaitham #Kaveh
「 Irresponsible 」
⚠️ MENTIONED UNDERAGED SEX WORK, ANGST/COMFORT
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“If you were more careful with where you place your items, we wouldn’t even be in this situation.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault now?!”
Alhaitham feels a vein in his head
#Alhaitham #Kaveh
「 Irresponsible 」
⚠️ MENTIONED UNDERAGED SEX WORK, ANGST/COMFORT
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“If you were more careful with where you place your items, we wouldn’t even be in this situation.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault now?!”
Alhaitham feels a vein in his head
throb. “Yes.” He crosses his arms, entirely unimpressed. “I’m glad you’re finally seeing reason.”
“You—! You’re such a mannerless prick!”
“𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴?” Alhaitham scowls. “You are living in 𝘮𝘺 house rent free. If anything, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 the mannerless one.”
“You—! You’re such a mannerless prick!”
“𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴?” Alhaitham scowls. “You are living in 𝘮𝘺 house rent free. If anything, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 the mannerless one.”
This is the third time that Kaveh has lost his keys within this very month, itself. But, at this point, it has already been engraved into their schedule, so it isn’t surprising.
Unfortunately, unlike other times, finding the key is necessary because Alhaitham will be going to
Unfortunately, unlike other times, finding the key is necessary because Alhaitham will be going to
the desert to oversee a project for the next couple of days, so there won’t be anyone to open the door for Kaveh. Thus, here they are, overturning the house in search of Kaveh’s key.
Kaveh is practically tearing his hair out from stress. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! Where else can it
Kaveh is practically tearing his hair out from stress. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! Where else can it
be?!”
Alhaitham sighs. “First, you exceed the allowance I give you. Then, you lose your key. Why are you so irresponsible?”
Kaveh stiffens at the description. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 did you just call me?”
“Irresponsible,” Alhaitham repeats mercilessly. When the blonde turns to stare
Alhaitham sighs. “First, you exceed the allowance I give you. Then, you lose your key. Why are you so irresponsible?”
Kaveh stiffens at the description. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 did you just call me?”
“Irresponsible,” Alhaitham repeats mercilessly. When the blonde turns to stare
blankly at him, he feels a little shiver run down his spine, a little voice in his head screaming that it’s a bad idea. However, he ignores all the commotion and just shrugs. “I say it like it is.”
At that, Kaveh sneers. A genuine sneer, not the one he usually throws around in
At that, Kaveh sneers. A genuine sneer, not the one he usually throws around in
their fights. “You think it’s easy being me, don’t you? You think my life is all perfect, tied with a ribbon, everything I want, handed to me on a silver platter? Well, allow me to let you in on a little something.
“All this?” He gestures to the many drafts strewn across the
“All this?” He gestures to the many drafts strewn across the
table. “Is 𝘮𝘺 hard work. 𝘔𝘺 lifelong work.”
He jabs his index finger into Alhaitham’s chest. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 try getting thrown out onto the streets when you are only nine; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 try being told that your face and body are the only things worthy about you throughout your entire
He jabs his index finger into Alhaitham’s chest. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 try getting thrown out onto the streets when you are only nine; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 try being told that your face and body are the only things worthy about you throughout your entire
childhood; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 try selling your body at the ripe age of sixteen, just so you have enough money to buy food and medicine for your sickly mother.”
Tears are welling in Kaveh’s eyes from each memory that he recalls, but he forces them away. “You do not get to 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 to me
Tears are welling in Kaveh’s eyes from each memory that he recalls, but he forces them away. “You do not get to 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 to me
about responsibility, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Call me childish, immature, humiliating, embarrassing, I do not give a 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.” He sniffles and uses the back of his hand to wipe away the snot dripping from his nose. “But 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 call me
“Yes, sir.”
“Call me childish, immature, humiliating, embarrassing, I do not give a 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.” He sniffles and uses the back of his hand to wipe away the snot dripping from his nose. “But 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 call me
irresponsible.”
Through his blobby vision, he sees Alhaitham’s eyes soften — which is impossible for someone as robotic as him to do, so he writes it off as a figment of his imagination.
But then.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.
Alhaitham slowly raises his hands and cups his face gently.
Through his blobby vision, he sees Alhaitham’s eyes soften — which is impossible for someone as robotic as him to do, so he writes it off as a figment of his imagination.
But then.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.
Alhaitham slowly raises his hands and cups his face gently.
It’s so… so 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 that Kaveh can’t help but let a few tears drop.
The man wipes away his stray tears. “I believe you deserve to be childish and spoilt after all you’ve been through.”
With that, Kaveh finally weeps. He screams and sobs, letting out all the pain and anguish
The man wipes away his stray tears. “I believe you deserve to be childish and spoilt after all you’ve been through.”
With that, Kaveh finally weeps. He screams and sobs, letting out all the pain and anguish
he’s been holding in since young.
Throughout everything, Alhaitham holds him close, sharing his warmth, wiping his tears, and helping to blow his nose.
Finally, the dam of tears runs out, and Kaveh is left exhausted. He rests his weight on Alhaitham, eyes red and throat sore.
Throughout everything, Alhaitham holds him close, sharing his warmth, wiping his tears, and helping to blow his nose.
Finally, the dam of tears runs out, and Kaveh is left exhausted. He rests his weight on Alhaitham, eyes red and throat sore.
When Alhaitham bends over to take a peek at Kaveh’s face, he has to stifle his laughter. He caresses the back of Kaveh’s neck and plants a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re such a crybaby.”
“’M not,” Kaveh croaks. He twists the clothing he has in his hands, and buries his
“’M not,” Kaveh croaks. He twists the clothing he has in his hands, and buries his
face into Alhaitham’s chest. “We will never speak of this again.”
“Of course.” Alhaitham moves an arm around Kaveh’s waist. “Let’s get you washed up.”
“Promise?”
“Promise… Crybaby.”
“Hey!”
“Don’t worry, I’m doing this affectionately, Crybaby.”
“Haitham!”
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“Of course.” Alhaitham moves an arm around Kaveh’s waist. “Let’s get you washed up.”
“Promise?”
“Promise… Crybaby.”
“Hey!”
“Don’t worry, I’m doing this affectionately, Crybaby.”
“Haitham!”
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