#at least i have a long weekend because of eid
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I normally put books first since I typically read more fics but this month I read a lot of books. I also decided to add my reviews of the books because I said so, really I have no other reasoning.
Fics
So Happy To Be With You Right Now by @tommokat
Harry and Louis scroll through the 2022 Met Gala looks.
Subverting Expectations @disgruntledkittenface
“Do you have a cigarette?”
If Harry thought the question would shock Louis, she would've been wrong. Louis doesn’t even look startled, even though it’s the first time one of them has spoken. She smirks at Harry in the mirror.
“We’re not supposed to do that anymore,” she says, her raspy voice full of mirth. Like she’s amused at Harry or something. “It’s bad for the paintings or whatever.”
“And you’re not a bad girl,” Harry says, turning to face Louis. She leans her hip against the counter, determined to both gain the upper hand and not think about why she wants to. “Right?”
Harry goes to the ladies’ room at the Met Gala expecting a cigarette and a break from the boredom. Instead, she gets Louis.
Stranger Coffees by @chai-hat-tea
Harry wants to start his perfect weekend by having his favourite coffee from his favourite café, but the stranger with the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen was never part of the plan. Or is he really a stranger?
Or, the cliche coffee shop AU.
It’s Been So Long by @littleroverlouis
“I don’t make it a habit of marrying boring broads,” Louis muses.
Harry snorts. ”Or staying married to us bad bitches. Cheers to my favorite ex-wife!”
The pair toasts each other with their icy margaritas.
Silver Foxes Louis and Harry have a long, complicated relationship that is hotter than a jetstream burning up. What happens if they roll and they roll 'til they change their luck?
Rimadon by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright
Zayn books a private session with Louis the day after Eid al-Fitr to keep his own personal celebration going.
To Sleep, Perchance to Ream by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright
Louis has never minded that Harry tends to go to sleep earlier than her. But the nights when Harry signals she'd like Louis to...wake her when she comes to bed are Louis' favorite.
Harry, You’re No Good Alone by @cinemastan
“Can I do anything for you, Daddy?” He asked sweetly, giving Louis big eyes.
“No, baby. Did enough just letting me please you.” Louis gently tucked a curl behind Harry’s ear. “Did you want any breakfast?”
Harry couldn’t help but frown. “I-what?”
I'd Walk Through Fire For You (Just Let Me Adore You) by @neondiamond
Firefighter Louis is having an uneventful shift at the station when a call comes in about a devastating fire in a nearby apartment complex. All of his worst nightmares become reality when he realises it’s where Harry, his best friend who he’s had a relentless crush on for years, lives, and that said best friend is stuck inside among the flames.
Books
You and Me by Tal Bauer
A single dad’s romance/bisexual awakening/friends to lovers
This book destroyed me in the best way. The dad’s were keeping their relationship a secret from their respected kids so I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and when it did, wow! I was not expecting the twist. I loved Luke’s bisexual awakening. Luke and Landon’s friendship was amazing to witness and I loved watching them realize their friendship wasn’t ever just friendship.
Funny Feelings by Tara DeWitt
Fake dating/boss and employee/single father
This was pretty cute, I’m not a big fan of stand-up comedians so why I decided to read a book about stand-up comedians is beyond me. I liked the relationship between Farley and Hazel, it was really sweet from the beginning. Overall it was okay, didn’t regret reading it at least.
214 Palmer Street by Karen McQuestion
a psychological thriller
So it’s fitting her last name is McQuestion because wow do I have some McQuestion’s. I was able to guess everything that was going to happen which was such a bummer when it comes to a psychological thriller. I loved the premise of the book and I would love to know why the author chose certain plot lines that she did. The villain had good reasoning and I wish the author would have given her one more push to her madness.
The Caretaker by Emily Shiner
a psychological thriller
I read this right after 214 Palmer Street because I was desperate for a thrill and it delivered! It gave me the creeps the entire read and even afterwards when I was telling my husband about it. I loved that each character’s flaws. Reading Paul’s spiral was seamless and creepy. The ending was frustrating but in a good way. This book will stay with me when I’m home alone for sure.
One Percent of You by Michelle Gross
enemies to lovers/single mother romance
The best part of this book was when Elijah steals Lucy’s chips in the grocery store aisle and hisses at her. It’s a cute read and Elijah’s protectiveness over Hadley and her children was sweet. I wish there seemed to be more of a inner fight with Elijah and deciding to be a family man. Overall it was a cute read, if not a little forgettable.
Lilacs and Leather by Thora Wood
a pack bond abo
I loved this book so much. I don’t go into reading het abo with a lot of high hopes since I’m not a huge traditional abo lover. I love the bond the pack has though- they all have different sexualities and different kinds of love which I really appreciated. I found myself yelling at a few of the characters but they really developed through the second book. The ending of this one had me immediately downloading the second and reading as quickly as I could.
Lavender and Lightening by Thora Wood
sequel to Lilacs and Leather. a pack bond abo
I was on the edge of my seat through most of this book. I loved the development of Lydia and Lex’s relationship, that was probably my favorite part of the book. I’m eagerly awaiting the third part.
Praise by Sara Cate
age gap/taboo relationship, boss/employee, bdsm
Seeing as how this book is about the relationship between a father and his son’s ex-girlfriend, I expected a back and forth on deciding if the relationship was worth it to pursue. However, some of it was irritating to keep reading. The sex in this was super hot and I loved Charlotte’s sexual awakening and confidence she gained. I also love the acceptance from Emerson and Charlotte’s trans little sister Sophie.
Eyes on Me by Sara Cate
age gap/taboo relationship, bdsm, grumpy and sunshine characters
This isn’t a direct sequel to Praise but it features overlapping characters. The male lead in this co owns the bdsm club Emerson runs in Praise. I didn’t mind reading the step brother and step sister romance, I knew what I was getting into when I began it. The most unrealistic plot point was their parents approval. I totally understand the want of a happy ending but I would almost rather them have had to run away together. Just like the first book in the series, the sex was hot and overall it was alright.
Love In The City by Jen Morris
single dad, neighbors, enemies to lovers
By the time I wanted to put this book down and not finish it, I was a hundred pages from the end so I stuck it out. I understand why the author used the single dad trope but it was pointless at the end of the day. The kid was forgotten about half the time and the female lead hardly interacted with the kid. I loved Alex’s backstory and wish the author did more with the relationship with her parents. Michael was lowkey toxic and I actually dislike that they were together in the end.
Owned By a Sinner by Michelle Heard
an Irish mafia romance
I enjoyed the majority of this book. The sex was hot, the Romeo and Juliet element was great. The sexual assault wasn’t unnecessary to the plot, which sometimes I find authors adding for the hell of it. I liked Liam and Kiara’s relationship and the trust she felt in him. For once I wish this wasn’t a standalone and the book hadn’t ended the way it did.
Love Language by Reece Morrison
gay bdsm age gap/dom/sub relationship
I loved the inclusivity of this book but not much else to be honest. The sex scenes were hot and I liked Marco’s Daddy Dom persona. I couldn’t connect with the characters like I hoped I would. If I met them out and about I wouldn’t want to be friends with them. Overall the writing wasn’t bad, I just couldn’t connect.
Love Lessons by Reece Morrison
gay bdsm/age play relationship
Admittedly, I only read this because I am currently trying to write an age play fic. Again, I love the inclusivity of the characters- deaf characters, ace characters, gender fluid characters. Some of the sex scenes were hot but overall I found myself getting tired of one of the main characters. I understood their backstory and what led them to be who they are but I honestly just didn’t like them very much. Like the first book in the series, I didn’t mind the writing. I just couldn’t connect.
Tangled Vows by Anna Stone
lesbian fake dating au
It was okay, honestly. The most remarkable part was that they were woman. The sex scenes were okay and I liked some of the side plots but unfortunately they weren’t explored a lot.
Montana Daddies Series by Laylah Roberts
dom/sub, age play romances
Alright listen, I debated on whether I really wanted to admit to reading this series but here I am lmao I am only on book 4 but I’m going to read them all so I’m including them in this months list even though I haven’t finished. Each book is a with a different man so they are all a little different but the premise is the same. Damsel in distress doesn’t realize she is a Little and she meets the man who happens to be a Daddy Dom and shows her her true self and they live together on Sanctuary Ranch where they live and work. Overall, the writing is decent. The plots can be good but there are some elements of dubious consent that the author never addresses. For example, the daddy dom’s somehow knowing the woman is a Little and convincing her to give it a try. It’s like, not great. The woman gives in and there are safe words in place but sometimes it feels icky. Am I going to keep reading the series? Unfortunately. In my defense, it’s part research part curiousity.
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two-for-one
lol came for one post, but realized i still had more stuff on my mind that i wanted to say.
after eid, shit sort of went south between yasir and i. everything sort of came to a boiling point and erupted...i'd rather not sit here and type out ALL the details but basically my mom got into it with his mom and after that eid weekend, i stayed at my parents' place for an additional week (totally unplanned).
during that week i really was ready to go and file for separation or divorce or whatever.
but after letting my anger cool and realizing exactly how much work a divorce or separation would be - not to mention how much of a HUGE money/asset suck it would end up being...i decided that i would go back. so i went back. and i was willing to try and put in my effort also. but at the end of the week, another incident happened which sort of sealed my brain from yasir for a long long time.
i know, i know i'm speaking SOOO mysteriously, as if my life's shit is worth this much secrecy. it's not - i'm being private and i know the value in keeping certain details of my life to myself (this i've only begun to learn recently also - and it doesn't have anything to do with nazar or evil eye....which by the way is a personal pet peeve of mine but let's not get into THAT).
ANYWAY, all this rambling just to tell you i haven't even gotten CLOSE to the point i wanted this post to be about.
so here i am, back at home with my husband. and i'm angry. and i'm letting myself be angry and hurt and resentful. and frankly, i'm okay with it. because at least for now - i'm not gaslighting myself into thinking that what i'm angry about is not worth being angry over.
so i'm letting it happen.
the other major change i've made is i've completely and totally given up hope that yasir will even understand, recognize or take part in the domestic labour in the house or the 10 million extra things i do or think about in a day as they relate to child rearing our kid.
so i'm doing it all by myself and even when he's actively helping out here and there...i'm not asking for it.
sorry - to be clear - i'm not asking for it anymore.
a few days ago, i was talking to my mom and sister and i was telling them how i've been praying with all my heart that Allah grant me sabr. and my mom started about how she's praying with all her heart that yasir changes or realizes and sees the need to change.
to which, i told her you can pray all you want but it's not going to happen mama. that's why i'm not even BOTHERING to pray for that part of my prayer. despite wanting to see change, despite wanting to have him accept his responsibilities as a husband, father, and just a regular ADULT, i'm not actually making dua for it.
to which my sister replied with something i'll never ever ever forget.
she said "what, why not!? why aren't you praying for Allah to change yasir and to help him see and hear the things you are asking for!? are you really going to sit there and tell me YOU DON'T BELIEVE HE CAN CHANGE A HUMAN?"
i was floored.
i didn't pray for something because I REALLY THOUGHT THE MAKER OF ALL MANKIND COULDN'T CHANGE MANKIND!?
am i a fucking idiot or what.
anyway....that's probably also the thing that's making my whole body shake with the dua of forgiveness.
and now i'm actively trying my best to ask of Him what i KNOW him to be capable of giving and providing me - which is everything under the sun and over it and around it and all the way through all the galaxies and all the lands and all the realms.
kun faya kun - be, and it is.
that is what Allah has said about His ability. so how could i be so stupid?
that's all.
much love,
k
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And so the first day of Eid had the cousin and aunt showing up at 9-ish in the morning and we spent the whole time playing “Who Am I” (one forgot that one had the glasses on with a speech bubble plastered on one’s forehead while trying to greet the next door neighbour that was visiting) and a million rounds of “Heads Up” during which one had the tendency to continue singing the clue instead of guessing the answer. Woke up at half past two in the morning because of a stomachache that practically lasted for the next two days 🤦🏻♀️ also one is now the lightest on the scale in three years at least.
Back at work on a Monday yesterday after the long Raya weekend but spent the entire day with a mask on in between sneezing but also had puffy eyes. Went to the clinic right after work and was given the next two days off. Crashed as soon as one got back and woke up at 3 in the morning sneezing again before attempting to go back to sleep. Got up at 8-is again, hurting everywhere: the stomach, the heart, the head and now one is feeling lightheaded-
Also, note: the little white pigeon that we have called our pet in school for the last two weeks, Snowy was found dead yesterday by the cleaner and so that concludes our Snowy era.
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I'm Tired and I can't focus on work and I don't Want to work
#at least i have a long weekend because of eid#not like i can actually go out to do anything because here in ottawa we're getting Racist Anti-vax Convoy 2.0#but like i can hopefully at least sleep in
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Hello!!! Soooo I came up with a few headcanons for Muslim Bakugou, JajkjGhoA I can't wait to read your response! 😫🤲💖
Okay! So he is definitely the good husband who does house chores! He actually helps around the house, knows how to do all the chores, and all the other girls are so jealous of you lolll
He will make you the best food! He knows all your favourite dishes, and will spoil you with his cooking! Also he will make your favourite desserts as a form of apology for when he pisses you off or makes you upset
Will feed you when he's trying out new dishes, and when you're getting married during the mehndi, when you feed him laddu or gulab jamun, he will blush so hard but also holds your wrist to "guide" you, as everyone giggles and teases you two for being so flustered and blushy around each other
If you make his favorite dishes?? Like okay imagine you make his fav dish (after asking the bakusquad cuz he's hard to approach lol) and subtly give it to him or maybe get Kirishima to give it to him as you leave the mosque or arrive at some community party or something, homeboi will blush so hard and will not let anyone have even the tiniest bite of your cooking
As a thanks he will buy you churiyan! He will see you admiring them and will come up and awkwardly but gruffly ask you if you like that certain churiyan set (that is like a pretty red and gold) and when you say yes, he will proceed to buy it for you, and omg if the bakusquad see this, Denki and Sero will definitely tease him and be like you should put them on her! While you're like omg! Wait, the adults will see! And he just surprises everyone as he gently grabs your hand and puts them on you and just admires how soft your hands are, and how they fit in his hand, and thinks about how pretty they would look with a wedding ring on them, and you are just standing there blushing so hard, and when he sees you wearing those churiyan at other events he feels so proud and possessive and happy
Weak for your smile and laugh, and very protective of you, will blow someone's head off for making you upset or for disrespecting you. Your parents love him so much, will immediately say yes to the rishta! Also, his parents love you so much, you and Masaru are the calm to Bakugou and Mitsuki raging tempers lmfaoo
You're the only one who gets to see his soft side and soft while without being threatened with death loll lucky youuu~ Also! Everyone will tease him sooooo much for being soft for you, the girls and aunties always giggle when they see how soft he is with you when you guys are out in public and he won't deny it either loll
In public he's kinda reserved with pda, but likes it when you hold his hand or loosely hook your arm around his muscled arms. He will however, put an arm on your lower back to steer you away from an uncomfortable situation or will step in front of you to protect you
In private he will be cuddly, loves wrapping his arms around you, forhead kisses too! You will be a blushing, flustered mess as he leans down by your ear and teases you about it in his low gruff voice. Also just loves the feel of your soft body against his
Also! Omg say its eid or something, and you're getting your mehndi done, the bakusquad will push him to sit with you and help you since you're mehndi is still wet. He will gruffly compliment your mehndi design, will get you food and feed it to you, will softly but hesitantly brush your hair away from your face when he sees that its bugging you, and this will make your both blush, and omg he will have the softest look in this eyes at that moment, and his hand will linger by your pretty earnings, and will just gaze at your lips with a lustful gaze as you softly whisper thank you
When the mehndi dries, and Denki makes a comment about how dark and rich the color is and is like damn Bakugou you really have it bad for y/n huh? Both of you will be so flustered and while Bakugou chases Denki while yelling that hes gonna blow his head off, you just stand there will Mina and Ochako and giggle at his antics, and the girls will tease you about you have gotten Bakugou wrapped around your fingers and that you shouldn't be surprised when his parents approach your parents with a rishta
AunwQniwa anyways Muslim Bakugou will love you so much and cherish you and just RIP to your heart 😫😭💖
YO YES MY GAWD LETS ASSESS THIS MFKIN FOOD YOU JUST GAVE US
okay so 100% YES!! Y’all seen mitsuki? She ain’t havin none of that “I’m the only son so treat me like a king” bs. No no, our girlboss femdom Mistski Auntie has her two boys cookin and cleanin every weekend and massaging her feet, as she SHOULD!
These habits carry on to when he gets married also. His wife could be doing the dishes one day right after their wedding and he would walk by, peeking over her shoulder at her hand-to-sponge technique.
“You’re doing it wrong dumbass. Use the hard side to scrub the crumbs off and then the soft side to polish it.” He snatches the plate from your hands and starts vigorously rubbing it the way you couldn’t. You stare at him, flabbergasted that a mom in the desi community has actually succeeded in raising her son right.
“‘The fuck are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” you quickly say, stepping aside to let him work his magic. He merely grunts and picks up the next bowl.
In a moment of bravado, you lean over to kiss his cheeks. He stops scrubbing and just stares at the sponge in his hands, his face slowly going red as a beet.
When you two fight, you already know he’s gonna be yelling at the top of his lungs and stomping around the house, the explosions from his hands searing the furniture around you.
It’s enough to set you off and storm out of the house too. You need a fucking break, he can be so much to handle sometimes.
It’s around late evening that you come back in the garage from wherever you decide to cool off from. The house is silent and dark from the outside so you assume he fell asleep with the usual scowl on his face.
You sigh and drop your keys and purse on the counter, exhausted from the day’s drama. Form the corner of your eye you see a small candle on the kitchen table alight, and you walk over to put it out.
Except right in front of the candle, there’s a small plate of mithai(sweets) that has a note attached to it.
“Sorry for being an ass” is written in his chicken scratch writing. You smile and shake your head, taking a bite from the surprisingly well-made gulaab jamun.
It’s a good thing Katsuki hid Sato’s recipe in one of the cabinets before you came home.
And just like you said, the man is WHIPPED for your cooking. He’s always pulling you to the kitchen and lightly shoving you around the stove, gruffly telling you to add more spices that he knows you can recreate to a T.
Whenever the Bakusquad comes over to hang out, you try to cook the same way you know Katsuki likes (extra spicy), but for some reason on those exact days you can’t seem to find any of your special ingredients…
At other times maybe before your marriage, when he first began falling in love with you he would see you admiring a vendor’s churiyaan and earrings.
He would quietly walk up behind you maybe a foot or two away, observing how you fit the bangles on your wrist.
“I like the red ones on you,” he says lowly, making sure to dwindle down his usual aggressive tone.
You turn and gently smile at him. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because red is what brides wear.”
Your heart beats fast as he takes your wrist, oh so delicate compared to his callous large hands.
“And the silver makes me think of the ring I’ll have on you in no time soon.”
Bakugo closes his eyes in front of you and inhales, letting you know that everything about you draws him closer.
When you guys walk around a college campus or even in town, he’s always looking left and right shiftily, convinced that every man within a mile of you is trying to steal you away. He’ll stand in front of you when a guy asks you where a certain building is, he’ll glare at his friends when they get too rowdy and rough with you, but he still gets nervous for PDA. He knows how fast word travels around in desi communities so he doesn’t want to do anything in public, but fuck when he gets home he’s pinning you on the bed and resting his entire weight on you.
At eid as stated above^^ he’ll see you in your lengha or kurti and get INSANELY nervous and flustered at your beauty. The way you sit poised and laughing with Mina and ochako while your mehndi is being done makes his palms sweat and his armpits prickly. He has to wipe them on his kameez almost three times before taking one last look at you and walking away.
Well, at least he tries to walk away. He’s promptly sought out and grabbed by his three cronies, who drag him by nail and tooth towards you. No amount of swearing and growling threats to ‘blow their ass up so bad people will piecing them back together for weeks” stops them from bringing him closer to you.
“Yeah yeah, you said that already,” Denki smirks and playfully zaps his ass so that he helps and lurches forwards towards you.
The commotion makes the girls look up and wave excitedly when they spot the rowdy men.
You bite your lip and give Bakugo a meek little grin, which makes steam curl from his ears.
“Heyyy ladiesss, got room for one more?” Sero drawls and throws an arm over the simmering grenade of a man.
“Hmm,” Mina mockingly contemplates for a minute before she slowly starts to get up, uraraka following pursuit. “Not at the moment, but maybe we could make some room…” she tackles Bakugo and Kirishima also kicks the back of his knees so that he folds cleanly into the chair next to you.
You look bewildered at everybody while they snicker at Bakugo’s vermillion face.
He glared at them and after an oblivious moment or two they get the hint and wink before backing off.
“So, uh, how long have you been getting your hand done for?”
You grin at his inexperience with these kinds of things, but still indulge him.
“About 25 minutes or so.”
“25 min-“ his eyes grow wide and the whole hall turns to him as he screams at your poor designer for making you ‘sit on her cute ass for such a goddamn long time. And why the hell doesn’t she have food yet??’
At least he thought you were cute
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could you write about nico and his thoughts when Martino left their house? I can't imagine how much he will have suffered
I would like to know if you have some sort of talk between Luai and Nico in mind, maybe at Sana's during EID? or at the beach? about Marti perhaps?
Could you write something from the days when all the squads were camping (SkamIt) Preferably a Marti/Nicco fic
It was a long night. Stressed, anxious, and with little to no sleep. Nico opened Luai’s texts but didn’t have time to answer right away. Marti was all over him again, asking for the hundred time what was going on with Luai and they had another argument, Nico lost track of how many times they had one since the fight. Marti didn’t even look at him when he went to bed. He turned his back to Nico and stayed in that position the whole night, looking so small and tense. Nico was laying on his side, watching Marti’s back move as he breathed.
His phone made a noise on the nightstand and he turned over his shoulder to look, just then remembering about leaving Luai on read. Martino was dead asleep but Nico moved carefully anyway, grabbing his phone and going to the bathroom. Luai had sent him an audio. Hearing his voice so clearly and first thing in the morning felt different than when they talked at the party, over loud music, and with the others around them.
I’m sorry for the mess at the party, I didn’t know your boyfriend was jealous, guess I should have known better, having one myself. Anyway, I hope we can talk and get over that stupid fight. Let me know if you wanna meet up, maybe Martino can join…
Nico sat down on the edge of the bathtub, hearing it again, not really knowing what to say or how to say it. The knock on the door made him jolt, looking at the locked door in front of him.
“Nico?” He quickly typed a message as he walked to the door, hearing in Martino’s voice his uneasiness.
to Luai NEW: Hey, it’s okay, I’ll call you later and we’ll talk, ok?
He put his phone down on the counter and unlocked the door for Marti, looking even more tired than when he went to bed.
“What’s going on?” Nico could see as it’s his reflection in Marti’s face that he wasn’t hiding well how he was failing at coming up with an excuse. “Were you talking to someone?”
And Nico took a deep breath in, knowing what was coming as soon as he said he was talking to Luai. Martino wasn’t going to settle for just what they were talking about right now. He wanted the full story, even the details, and Nico wasn’t ready to give it to him yet. It was a part of his past he was still trying to figure out and come to terms with and he didn’t want to give Martino a story he didn’t fully understand himself.
He tried to explain as much as he could without hurting himself in the process, but Martino had made up his mind. Seeing him shove a bunch of clothes inside his school bag made Nico panic, asking time and time again for them to sit down and talk, but Martino wasn’t listening. He slammed the door behind him, crying like Nico had never seen before and he was gone, Nico didn’t know for how long, but this wasn’t what he wanted.
He tried calling Marti, but he didn’t pick up so he did the second best thing.
to Gio: hey
Can you text me when Marti gets to school?
We had a fight and I just wanna make sure he’s ok
It takes almost two minutes for Gio to start typing, and Nico can’t stand still as he watches the bubbles load a couple of times on his screen.
to Nico: okay?
What happened? Is the guy from the party?
to Gio: He’s an old friend, but Marti won’t listen
to Nico: Are you sure about that?
to Gio: Yes
to Nico: okay
I’ll let you know
And Nico tries to wait patiently, even though he knows he’s outnumbered. Gio is Martino’s best friend and they’ll have each other’s back no matter what, but he hopes Gio will at least be able to tell him if he’s with Marti or not.
Two hours go by like a minute, Nico is still home, waiting for news. There’s no way Martino and Gio haven’t met, but there’s no text yet. Nico tried calling Marti a few more times, but his phone goes straight to voice mail every time.
to Nico: hey
sorry for the long wait
he’s with us now.
They all hate you now. You could have just told him what happened with Luai and this wouldn’t be happening.
Nico puts his phone down, looking at it, running his hands through his face, picking the skin of his dry bottom lip. There’s no easy way out of this mess. He picks his phone again and reads Gio’s texts one more time.
to Gio: Is he okay?
to Nico: No, but I think you know that…
He’s just overreacting, give him some time
And yourself too
to figure out...whatever is going on with Luai.
Nico sighs, closing his eyes and he slips on the couch, putting his head against the back, looking up, trying not to freak out. Gio knows, everybody already knows and they’re making their own conclusions with the little information they have. His phone shakes on his hand and Nico rushes to see if it’s Marti, but it’s Sana, making everything worst.
to Nico: hi, how are you?
I just saw Marti and I had to tell him what I knew
He’s freaking out, Nico, was crying like a baby in the doctor’s room
He has no answer to that so he drops his phone again, letting himself silently cry now that’s alone, for Marti and for himself for making this mess.
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“Hey…” Luai comes to sit next to him on the sand and Nico has to really look around them. Marti is still with the boys getting more beer, but his eyes are on them, not as insecure or mad as before, but obviously not too happy about the scene, acting like it’s fine.
“Hi…”
Luai follows his eyes and probably sees Marti quickly looking away, pretending like he wasn’t staring.
“How are things between you two?” Nico sighs, trying to focus on this conversation, hoping Marti will hear him afterward.
“Not the same, but I’m hoping we can go back to that with time.” Luai gives him a sad smile, nodding his head quietly.
“I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have just appeared at the party like that.”
“It’s okay. We would have to talk at some point, no?”
“I guess so. I hope so. But I get it, I had some explaining to do myself with my boyfriend.” Nico looks at Luai, and he shrugs. Nico puts his arms on top of his knees, resting his chin against his biceps as Luai explains himself.
“We had a conversation when we were getting to know each other months ago, I told him...what happened before I left Italy, but just the general context, not about who you were or any detail. He knows now, of course.” Luai laughs and Nico feels bad for how they both made an even bigger mess of something that happened years ago, feels like a whole lifetime ago.
“And how did he react?”
“He wasn’t too happy that we were hanging out again, but he knew about me knowing someone before so I guess it could have been worst. We’re still together so that’s good!”
It’s his turn to give Luai a sad smile, not really knowing how to help. He thought Luai’s boyfriend was coming, as another “friend” of them.
“Why didn’t he come?”
Luai sighs, clearly upset. “He made sure to create any excuse not to come, but we’ll meet later and we’ll go on holiday together…”
“Is he mad?” Nico raises his eyebrows, trying to imagine his own situation happening with Luai. He takes a second to answer, sighing.
“I think so. He’s just jealous and grumpy.” Nico laughs, he knows how that feels like. But at least Marti is here.
“But did you tell him about Martino? I would imagine telling him I also have a boyfriend now would make things easier.”
“He knows because, you know, the fight, but don’t worry. It’ll pass, he’s just too stubborn to listen right now.”
Nico looks away, not knowing how to go about this. They needed to have a conversation but now feels out of place. The timing is not right, they were supposed to have this months ago. To talk about their past feelings or whatever it was months ago, to put an end to it when it ended - against their will or not -, not now, when both of them have moved on.
“I love Martino,” Nico says without any sure this is the right thing to say but it catches Luai’s attention, “You know how it was with Maddalena, you obviously know about how I felt about you...but he’s different. You’re getting the worst of him, I guess, but I promise, he’s the best.”
Luai laughs and nods his head.
“You don’t have to explain to me, you know that, right? We’re friends, Nico.” If this was another time, Luai would probably shove him away for being so dumb, but they lost the playfulness that they had at some point. Nico is okay with how they are right now, but it’s an awkward adjustment.
“I know. I know, but I guess we never had a proper end to things, at least not one that was in our control.”
Luai moves his body to properly look at Nico. “We were both confused and just trying to find ourselves. And we were best friends, there was no other option, actually.”
“Yeah, we trusted each other, and maybe things...evolved. I’m sorry for everything that happened to you, I wish I had done more to not let it happen the way it did.”
Luai sits up straight, frowning a little, almost interrupting Nico, clearly uncomfortable.
“Nico, stop, it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t mine and it’s in the past now, ok? Don’t waste your time thinking about it. You’re happy, I’m happy, forget about it.”
They silent lingers around them a little and Nico thinks about going to Marti, hugging him and kissing him and telling him hom much he misses and loves him, but he needs to make sure everything is okay with Luai. That whatever they needed to know from each other right now is answered.
“And you? How are you now?”
Luai looks at him, really looks at him and smiles.
“I’m good, happy. I’m glad me and the boys could come, your friends are cool for inviting us.”
“I’m almost sure Rami invited himself, but yeah, I’m sure they are all happy to have everyone together one last time before college.” Nico laughs and Luai does too. They both know Rami too well, he wouldn’t miss a chance of a whole weekend partying without being called out for.
“And I talked to Martino a little at Rami’s, he’s cool. I’m sure we won’t get too close, but he does seem like a really nice guy, Nico. I’m happy for you.”
Nico smiles, feeling his whole body that was starting to get too cold with the sun almost gone instantly warm up and relax just with the thought of Martino, his stubborn face as Gio shoved him to go talk to Luai.
“He’s the best. I wish you two could be friends, but I understand. You know a thing or two about stubborn-jealous boyfriends. I’m happy, never thought I could be this happy. He makes me happy.”
Luai smiles and winks at him, nodding his head back, pointing to where Marti was went they looked at him.
“Go be with him then. I’m gonna go soon too, meet someone.”
“I’m happy for you, really.” Nico says as he gets up, cleaning his legs from all the sand. Marti is sitting on the balcony floor, drinking and talking to the boys, all of them. Nico walks up to them and sits behind Marti, kissing his naked and warm shoulder blades, already sunburned.
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+ Innovative, warm, witty, kind, protective, geeky
+/- Intellectual, observant, horny
- impatient, unreliable, outspoken, easily distracted
++ BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Behrooz Hakim Najm
PRONUNCIATION: Beh-roes
MEANING: Lucky
ZODIAC: Pisces
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Bi
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Poly
CURRENT LOCATION: Epineios
OCCUPATION: Student, IT
++ BIOGRAPHY
Behrooz personally invented the saying ‘I guess luck is just on my side’, or so they would have everyone in their school believe when they got another high score in one of the games they played in the back of the school. They would do guessing games, with people asking them a number which they had written down, and Behrooz would always guess right.
Sadly luck rarely followed them home. They were raised by their grandmother, who forbade them to hang out after school, and certainly ensured they would never be seen hanging out with girls on their own. She would remind them time and time again of their father, a gambler who had made it big winning game after game, then one day showed up with a baby, only to drink himself to death a year later. She would remind them that they were the family’s burden, and they would have to behave in order to not bring another burden upon them.
And as they grew older, luck left them more and more often. Being a practicing Muslim was already a hard sell, but with the world growing more extreme around them, they found the community stifle their ambitions daily. It confused Behrooz that while their religion gave them anxiety, praying chased the demons away. It was almost as if they couldn’t have the one without the other.
Life was a constant . Bad people walking in and out of their life, bullies, racist teachers, judgemental neighbors, judgemental extended family members. Behrooz tended to lock themselves up in their room every day, listening to music or playing games of chance. A knot seemed to live inside their stomach all the time, a fear of being plucked off of the street and never arriving home.
When that actually happened, it wasn’t like they had imagined.
Being mostly interested in digits, numbers, code, etc. Behrooz hadn’t paid much attention to history class when Ancient Greek and Ancient Rome were being discussed, and as they saw a creepy creature with goat legs walk up to them, they really wished they had. There was a whole speech about being in mortal danger, gods, strange creatures on the loose, yada yada. Behrooz had a headache by the time the goat legged creature told them to follow him. Very close to sparking some lie about soccer practice or prayers, their head snapped back to attention when the creature suggested they had a mother who was a God.
The only thing driving them forward was the possibility of learning who their mother was, something in their brain sending out constant messages of: gotta meet mom, gotta meet mom, gotta meet mom. Rather than forming coherent sentences. They disappeared into some cleared out old train tunnel, and emerged on the other side of the bleedin’ ocean. All Behrooz knew to say was: “thought your accent sounded funny.” Before being swarmed by the strangest assortment of kids, some younger than their fourteen years, others older, everyone excited. Was this the right time to say they were Muslim and watch everyone slowly disappear like they had done back in school?
Nobody really seemed to care however, over the years - in which they discovered their godly parent, never got to meet her, discovered she was probably the most difficult goddess to find, got a large portion of the camp to join them during Ramadan - Behrooz stayed at the Camp the whole year round. They didn’t wish to return to the UK, and followed online lessons to keep up with their education. Of course they were bleedin’ lucky, and with time they learned how to use that luck to their advantage, and to that of those around them. Yet, Behrooz started to appreciate the balance of it all, the bad and the good.
To them, code was good. Watching others struggle with programs and computers, just made them more interested in it. Algorithms fascinated them, they could spend hours looking at code trying to figure out how it worked. When the time came for them to move out of the warm nest of Camp Half Blood, Behrooz had already set their sights on studying Programming at the University of New York.
++ HEADCANONS
++ Horny as hell, and often very lucky in love, although they can never seem to hold on to anyone for long.
++ A skilled programmer with a love for code and numbers and digits. They can stay up nights on end trying to figure out some new program or write an algorithm of their own.
++ Despite their interests in the digital, Bez spends most of their time outside if they can help it. They love forests, trees, the fresh air. They take walks a lot, driving the metro to the park and helping themselves to a huge thermos of coffee.
++ Religion is an important part of their life, without it they would be nowhere. Whenever they feel lost or anxious, they tend to be eager for it to be time to pray, something they do five times a day.
++ They’ve read the Quran, although their grandmother never taught them Arabic beforehand, so they’re currently reading it in English in between classes, thesis writing, and walks.
++ Bez is a very kind individual, who will help others whenever they can - mostly with IT stuff. As a job, or a way to get money mostly, they help teachers or partake in arranging anything that needs a programmer. They’re a regular Upwork user.
++ In fights Bez uses their ability to generate luck to get other Demigods out of trouble and make the damage less.
++ They love bunk beds.
++ Wears very loose-fitting clothing.
++ Drinks way too much coffee and black tea.
++ Doesn’t like it when people constantly nag.
++ Extremely messy, will end up finding coffee mugs everywhere.
++ Is always running from one place to the next because he has too much planned on a daily basis.
++ SKILLS & ABILITIES
PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Above average OFFENSE: Lacking DEFENSE: Main attribute SPEED: Above average INTELLIGENCE: High ACCURACY: Descent AGILITY: Good STAMINA: Fine TEAMWORK: Speciality TALENTS: Luck manipulation SHORTCOMINGS: Easily distracted, no overview LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English DRIVE?: yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: not really CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: absolutely not RIDE A BICYCLE?: absolutely SWIM?: decently PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: piano and guitar PLAY CHESS?: no BRAID HAIR?: one day maybe TIE A TIE?: yes PICK A LOCK?: yes
++ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS
FACE CLAIM: Viveik Kalra EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: semi-long, wavy, thick GLASSES/CONTACTS?: no DOMINANT HAND: right HEIGHT: 1.75m WEIGHT: 65kg BUILD: lean EXERCISE HABITS: jogging in the morning, some sparring during the weekend SKIN TONE: brown TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: none MARKS/SCARS: none NOTABLE FEATURES: three-day beard on account of forgetting to shave USUAL EXPRESSION: concentrated or dreamlike CLOTHING STYLE: loose clothing, soft fabric. JEWELRY: two rings on their right hand ALLERGIES: incense
++ PSYCHOLOGY
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral ELEMENT: earth MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Dyslexia, slight ADHD SOCIABILITY: normal EMOTIONAL STABILITY: average, let’s not talk about it. OBSESSION(S): code COMPULSION(S): gambling, drinking coffee and forgetting coffee, hyper-focus PHOBIA(S): fear of people being Islamphobic ADDICTION(S): caffeine DRUG USE: none ALCOHOL USE: none PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: no
++ MANNERISMS
SPEECH STYLE: quick, active, excited ACCENT: London British QUIRKS: licks teeth, uses swear words HOBBIES: coding, walking, jogging, drinking coffee, is Starbucks a hobby? HABITS: forgetting to sleep, running from place to place NERVOUS TICKS: tapping feet, sighing a lot DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: meeting their mom, finishing their education FEARS: fear of being neglected or ignored SENSE OF HUMOR: yes, mostly dark British humor. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: a lot, though they use ‘bleedin’’ and several other more British less terrible words. CATCHPHRASE(S): “must be my lucky day” “I was born lucky”
++ FAVORITES
ACTIVITY: walking/hiking in the forest ANIMAL: raven BEVERAGE: coffee BOOK: Thief Lord by Cassandra Clarke CELEBRITY: Tom Hanks COLOR: Green DESIGNER: ?? FOOD: Sharma FLOWER: Lotus GEM: Emerald HOLIDAY: Eid al-Fitr MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Bike MOVIE: The Internship MUSICAL ARTIST: Sigur Ros QUOTE/SAYING: “No person knows what he will earn tomorrow” SCENERY: forests SCENT: freshly grinded coffee SPORT: soccer SPORTS TEAM: Manchester united TELEVISION SHOW: I, Robot WEATHER: overcast and drizzly VACATION DESTINATION: -
++ ATTITUDES
GREATEST DREAM: to create their own algorithm that can help people choose what they want the most GREATEST FEAR: being targeted or discriminated based on their religion MOST AT EASE WHEN: at home, in their bed, with coffee, coding, or hiking in the forest, or at a mosque praying LEAST AT EASE WHEN: in a crowded place, discussing religion WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: being killed before finishing their degree BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: getting a scholarship on luck alone BIGGEST REGRET: never having known their father MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: grabbing a girl by her boobs in a hug from behind by accident BIGGEST SECRET: sometimes wishes they weren’t born a Demi-god. TOP PRIORITIES: finishing their thesis
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🎇 🗻🏔️ (I hope you don't mind me sending asks today!)
No, I absolutely love that you're sending me asks! I don't really talk to you guys, so I'm glad that we're interacting! Feel free to send some more lol
🎇: if you could create a day to be celebrated e.g. christmas or eid, what would it be and what would it be celebrating?
I would definitely have a day to celebrate sleep. I know it's something super common, but most people don't get enough of it. I think we should have a day where we all just spend the day to get at least 7 hours of sleep (or rest). You might say that's what the weekends are for, but most people still sleep late and wake up early.
🗻: what are your favourite genres of music?
I honestly like almost every genre of music, but I'd probably lean towards r&b and hip hop.
🏔: long drives or long walks?
I'd go with long drives. I like long drives because I can blast the radio and jam out. However, I love a good long walks bc they're so calming. My only issue is that I have 0 stamina, so I get tired really quickly.
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Eid! - Newsies (Pride) Month . Day 4
( tommy boy ) + ( religion )
a/n: i am not muslim! i do not celebrate eid! however, inclusivity and diversity is very important to show throughout stories so i had @newnewsieprice help me with this story because she is muslim and does celebrate eid! she also told me that everyone celebrates differently so this is just based off her experiences and the bare minimum i know :)
warning: besides the fact that i only partially know what i’m talking about ? none
background: Tommy Boy is a Macedonian Muslim Baby Boy™. He is technically the only Muslim newsie in his chosen family. Tommy Boy’s blood family was deported and sent back to Macedonia. Since he was the only family member born in the states, he was left alone. A lot of families were separated during the ICE raids—including some of the other newsie’s—so they all work to bring everyone together in their own little family.
( all macedonian is according to google translate and the translation will be in parentheses, sorry if anything is wrong, i don’t speak macedonian! )
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“Те сакам исто така, мама. Ми недостигаш. Тоа нема да биде исто без сите вас овде. Ветувам дека ќе се јавам повторно по молитвата. Eid Mubarak.”
(I love you too, mama. I miss you. It won’t be the same without you all here. I promise to call again after prayer. Eid Mubarak.)
Tommy Boy hung up the phone and gently pressed his forehead on the wall, looking down with his eyes closed. He let out a breath.
“It’s hard without them here, isn’t it?”
Tommy Boy jumped, not knowing someone else was in the room. It was very early morning, he didn’t expect anyone to be awake.
He didn’t say anything. He just turned to see who was there.
It was Elmer. He was standing in the open doorway with a sense of understanding on his face. A change of pace from his often confused expression.
Tommy Boy walked over to him, wrapping him in a hug without saying a word.
Elmer knew what it was like. His parents and older siblings were taken back to Poland over a year ago.
He sticks to the newsies because they’re all he has.
Elmer’s family obviously wasn’t the only one who got taken away but his was the first. He has had time to heal, though it still hurts.
Tommy Boy’s parents were taken just weeks ago. He needs more time to accept and learn to move forward. And no one knows that feeling better than Elmer. He went from a blood family of 11 to 1. It was hard.
Elmer knew what a sacred and joyous time this has always been to him, year after year. He use to go to his parents and come back telling stories of all the gossip and events happening back in Macedonia. Stories of his parents saying how they wish they could visit their home again; but they never imagined they would get stuck there, leaving their only son behind.
Elmer was prepared to hold Tommy Boy for as long as he needed. He knew Tommy Boy wasn’t one for showing emotions, so he needed to undertand that he could be vulnerable and that was okay.
Tommy Boy pulled away gently. Tears soaked his face and his eyes were red. He hadn’t cried like that since his parents left. He never allowed himself.
He looked at Elmer’s shirt, now housing a wet spot from his eyes.
“Sorry about that”, Tommy Boy said, lightly laughing through tears and choked breaths.
“It’s okay, T. It’ll dry”, Elmer replied, smiling.
They stood there for a bit. Elmer gently rubbed Tommy Boy’s back while he let out the last of his tears and caught his breath. He just needed to get it out.
“What are you gonna do this year?” Elmer asked softly.
“I don’t know. I’m gonna pray. Pray a lot. I might go for a walk. Be by myself for a few hours. But after that I don’t know”, Tommy Boy replied in a deep breath.
“Why don’t you go get ready. Take some time to yourself beforehand. We’ll all be here with you after, okay?”
Tommy Boy nodded his head and went off to the washroom. No one else was awake so he really got to relax and calm down before he went off to the mosque.
In that time, Elmer devised a plan. He was going to do everything he could to give Tommy Boy a good Eid. Nothing would make him feel as good as he did with his parents, but he owed it to him to try.
As soon as Tommy Boy walked out the door Elmer yelled throughout the lodging house.
“Family meeting right now! Everyone come here, please!”
At least he was polite about his early morning aggressive screaming.
Ignoring the moans and groans of sleepy teenagers, Elmer actually got everyone into the main room.
He explained his plan, what he knew of the holiday, and Tommy Boy’s schedule for the day.
“Henry, how long does it take to make an entire feast fit for a celebration?”
“Um? Like all day if I’m lucky?”
“Well we’ve got about 5 hours or so, so you might wanna start now.”
“What?! Elmer that’s impossible!”
“Nothing’s impossible if you put your heart to it...and when you have friends to help...that’s why I made a chart of everyone’s responsibilities for the day.”
More groans filled the room but Elmer ignored them.
He went down the list, giving everyone their job.
Henry, Kenny, Smalls, Crutchie, Buttons, Romeo, Sniper, Specs, Jojo, Kid Blink, and Ike would all be working on food. Like Henry said, it would take all day if he did it himself so Elmer needed as many people as possible to get it all done.
However, not everyone could be trusted cooking.
Albert, Finch, Jack, Mike, Mush, and Race were in charge of getting the house ready.
That included cleaning, setting the table, getting conversation spaces ready, helping Henry if he needed anything and every other little thing Elmer needed.
Specifically, Finch was put on lookout, making sure Tommy Boy wasn’t on his way home. And if he was, the rest of the house would be warned and a distraction would be made.
While the rest of the family worked, Tommy Boy was enjoying his time. He never was one to like a lot of energy and chaos.
While at the mosque he prayed for his family. He prayed they were safe and happy even if he couldn’t be there with him. He prayed for the other first-generations to not have to go through what he did. He prayed that Race would be smart enough to not get in big enough trouble that would get him sent back to Italy. He prayed that one day he would be reunited with his family for good. He prayed he would at least be able to afford to visit until that day came. He prayed for a lot of things. That’s all he could think to do. So he did.
After he left the mosque, he took a walk. He walked around the city watching people live their lives. People not even knowing it was a holiday. People just enjoying their time together. It was nice to see.
Back at the lodging house, they ran into a bit of a problem. No one knew how to make baklava.
“Do we really need it?” Henry asked, already in the midst of making a million other things.
“Yes! It’s a staple of literally any holiday ever!” Elmer said back.
“Well you better bring someone who knows how to make it cause it ain’t me.”
Elmer thought for a minute then picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
“Hello?”
“Davey! It’s Elmer, we have an emergency.”
“What kind? The kind where I have to sew someone’s arm back on or the kind where you guys are out of m&m’s?”
“The kind where we don’t know how to make baklava and we were hoping you did.”
“I don’t, but my mother does. Why?”
“We need some, like today.”
“Today?! Elmer baklava takes at least two days to make!”
“Fuck. Uh. Do you know where we can get some?”
“Well, lucky for you it’s the beginning of the month.”
“Meaning...?”
“Meaning my mom makes baklava the first weekend of every month!”
“Can you bring it? Please? Like asap!”
“Yeah, I’ll be over soon.”
Since that was taken care of, Elmer got back to getting all the last details finished.
Meanwhile, Tommy Boy decided to participate in one of his favorite parts of Eid, giving to the poor.
He knows what it’s like to not have anything, so giving back to those with even less warms his heart. He remembers being on the other end and watching some of his newsie brothers there too. It’s been tough, but giving back is his way of seeing that he made it through.
He gave what he could in any form. Buying meals, volunteering, or just giving straight up money.
After another hour or so of him being out, Tommy Boy decided it was time to head home. He promised his mother he’d call again and he didn’t want it to get too late.
Davey made it to the lodging house just minutes before Tommy Boy did, finishing the table setting.
The boys somehow got everything done in time.
The table was set with all the food they could make. Foods like Tajine, Tufahije, Bolani, Pite, Spice Cookies, and—of course—Baklava. Along with other little things like dates and tiny snacks.
Finch yelled out that Tommy Boy was walking up. They all scrambled around and stood in front of the table, hiding what was behind it.
Tommy Boy walked in the same way he always does, but this time, noticed the odd behavior of the boys.
“Hey guys?” Tommy Boy confusingly asked.
“Hey, T! How was going to the mosque?” Elmer asked, genuinely curious.
“It was good! Uh...what is everyone doing?”
“Well...this is your first Eid without your usual traditions and celebrations. So...”
The boys slowly moved away from the table, revealing the food.
“...we wanted to make a new one!”
Tommy Boy’s jaw dropped.
“You—how did you? You—you did this? All of this? F-for me?”
“Of course! T, we are family, and after seeing you this morning I couldn’t have you just being alone. I can’t change what happened, but I can do everything in my power to make what you have here, the best.”
He felt the tears fill up his eyes again but quickly wiped them away.
Tommy Boy isn’t much of a talker, but that reaction said more than words ever could.
They all sat down in their respective seats and began eating the food. They all talked and gossiped and enjoyed each other’s company.
After they ate more food than probably healthy, they moved over to the couches while Henry brought out tea and cups.
Tommy Boy used this time to leave the room and call his mother back, as he promised he would.
He waited a bit longer than he should have, so his mother didn’t pick up. However, he did leave her a message.
“Здраво, мама. Се извинувам што не се јавив порано, толку многу се случи денес. Моите пријатели го донесоа Еид и ја направија речиси иста како она што го користиме за да го направиме, иако со својот мал пресврт сепак. Тие ја направија мојата омилена храна и навистина ме натераа да се чувствувам добредојдена. Не знам што направив за да ги заслужам сите, навистина. Тоа беше целата идеја на Елмер, ми рече дека тоа е групен напор, но знам дека го планирал. Неговото семејство беше однесено пред една година, па ми помагаше. Многу ми недостасуваш. Се надевам дека си имал добар Еид. Еден ден повторно ќе го прославиме заедно. Се надевам наскоро. Океј, те сакам, мама. Кажете им на сите што ги сакам. Повикај ме кога ќе можеш. Eid Mubarak.”
(Hello, mama. I apologize for not calling earlier, so much happened today. My friends brought Eid to me and made it almost the exact same as what we use to do, with their own little twist though. They made my favorite foods and really made me feel welcome. I don’t know what I did to deserve them all, really. It was all Elmer’s idea, he told me it was a group effort, but I know he planned it. His family was taken a year ago, so he’s been helping me out. I miss you all a lot. I hope you had a good Eid. One day we’ll celebrate it together again. Hopefully soon. Okay, I love you, mama. Tell everyone I love them. Call me when you can. Eid Mubarak.)
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Meet the Parent, Part Deux Chriseva One-Shot
Written for this prompt/request for @whyjulieandemhatesevamohn
It was a very weird and very unnerving déjà vu. At least that’s how it seemed to Eva.
Every time she’d make a promise to herself that this will be the last time; this will be it. She was going to walk out the door and not look back. After all, was there really anything to look back on? Chris was always going to be Chris and she was always going to be Eva. There would come a point where their too different personalities would just cancel each other out and they’d end up hating even the mere sight of one another.
She had just watched the movie Brokeback Mountain the other night and the quote ‘I wish I knew how to quit you’ described her predicament really quite accurately.
It also explained why they ended up leaving Sana’s Eid party early the day before and found themselves stumbling back to Chris’s house after they realized that neither of them had brought enough money to check into a hotel as had been their original plan.
This hadn’t been Eva’s plan for weekend though: ending up half naked in bed with the one person she kept trying to put behind her.
It wasn’t going to work; Chris was too volatile and she was too neurotic, their bad habits would eventually get in the way and they’ll end up fighting and hating each other and regretting the prime of their youth spent on a relationship that was doomed to crash and burn.
Eva knew she was being overly dramatic, but if life thought her anything, it was that if you expect the worst at any given time, anything less wouldn’t be too bad an outcome.
Chris had beautiful eyelashes though, that was for damn sure.
Eva almost hated the fact that he was so pretty and that he was so nice to her; the way he always had the look of someone staring at something amazing whenever he looked at her because she didn’t know how to respond to that.
She was used to allowing teasing and put-downs to roll off her back like water, it still hurt, but eventually it just became the norm and that was okay. She considered it penance for the bad things she herself had done to others.
But sleeping Chris was slightly more tolerable than awake-Chris. At least he wasn’t looking at her with a gaze that was filled with awe and expression of utter infatuation. It was weird and it made her feel awkward and she kept trying to make him stop; to push him away, but nothing she did worked. No matter how much she denied him, no matter how many times she called him an incorrigible fuck-boy and tried to pass it off as a joke, he always just laughed it off and let it roll off his back in a way that was too painfully familiar until one day she woke up and realized that she was doing to him exactly what people had done to her.
It was a hurtful realization and a pretty sobering one.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” said the voice still rough from sleep and followed by a cheeky grin.
“How long have you been awake?” asked Eva, trying not to show how startled she was on the inside as she reached over to smack him on the arm, “Asshole.”
Chris finally cracked open his eyes to look at her. His eyes were still heavy lidded with sleep and glassy, blinking rapidly trying to focus his gaze, but still he was looking at Eva like a person watching the sun rising from behind the mountains.
“A while,” he said, stretching his limbs. “I felt your eyes and me and I thought what kind of guy stays asleep when they have a gorgeous lady lying less than a foot away staring at them? I would be an insult to the fuck-boy name.”
Eva chuckled. “You’re not –” she started, before stopping herself. She didn’t know where she was going with that but it was definitely not something she wanted to say aloud, at least, not yet.
“I’m not what?” he asked, readjusting his head on the pillow, inching close to her side of the bed.
“Nothing,” said Eva, trying to change the subject by reaching over to place her hand on the curve of Chris’s waist, above his hipbone. It definitely did the job because Chris let out a shuddering breath and immediately forgot about his own question.
“You’re such a tease, Eva, I really underestimated you.”
“Did you now?” she asked with a small grin. “You know, I –”
“Chris?”
All of a sudden there was an unfamiliar voice calling out Chris’s name from somewhere down the hall. Neither of them had time to react before the door to Chris’s room slid open and in walked a woman Eva had never met before.
Both of them immediately shot up into a sitting position, with Eva pulling the blanket clean out of Chris’s grasp and hoarding it all to herself. She was still covered from the waist up with a plain white t-shirt, but that seemed to be her automatic survival instinct kicking in.
“Mom!” exclaimed Chris, half leaping up off the bed and moving to… Eva wasn’t sure what he was moving to do because his mom had already seen them in bed together, there was no hiding her presence by that point. “What are you doing back? I thought you and dad were gone for the weekend?”
“Oh… uhm…” His mom seemed unsure of how to react or where to focus her attention in that moment. She glanced at Eva then back and Chris and didn’t know whether to answer his question or ask one of her own undoubtedly pressing ones. “The dog got sick and we felt that… we decided to – uhm –” she couldn’t seem to be able to keep her eyes from periodically glancing over at Eva, “– cut the trip short – and, uh... who might this be, Chris?” She asked finally.
Eva nearly leapt to her feet the same way Chris had done just moments ago, wrapping the blanket around herself in a way that brought on a second bout of déjà vu. She waddled her way over to where Chris was standing near his mom and ended up doing some kind of nervous, awkward half-curtsy. She didn’t know whether to introduce herself, the way Chris had done when he met her mom, or wait for him to introduce her – the way Chris had not done when he met her mom.
“Eva,” she said quickly; hoping her face didn’t look as red as it felt. “I’m – uh… we were just – uh…”
“Eva?” His mom repeated, looking thoughtful, like she was wracking her brain trying to figure out whether she’d heard that name before. “You’re Chris’s girlfriend?” she asked suddenly and Eva was sure that her face was definitely as red as it felt at that point; though she took great comfort in the fact that when she glanced over at Chris, he looked just as embarrassed as she felt on the inside. It was a far cry from the Chris she’d come to know and –
– And what? That was the question.
“Mom,” said Chris, sounding uncharacteristically chagrined as he addressed her.
Eva decided in that moment that perhaps she’d have a little fun at his expense for once, so she said, “Maybe,” just as Chris protested with an almost stuttered denial.
He got about half way through his words before he stopped abruptly and turned to gape at Eva. “Hang on… what?”
Eva tried not to grin too wide at his reaction. She didn’t even turn to look at him as she continued to address his mom; feeling strangely braver on the inside than she ever thought possible. “I mean… we’re getting there,” she said.
The gob smacked look on Chris’s face was definitely worth the price of admission alone.
“Well…” said Mrs. Schistad, looking between Chris and Eva. “I’ll leave you two to your – whatever it is. I’ll go help your father with the dog,” she said, backing out slowly and walking out the door, pulling it gently close and plunging the room into an awkward silence.
– That was quickly broken by the sound of Eva’s laughter.
Chris on the other hand looked far less amused and far more confused. “Was that a joke?” he asked.
“I guess you’ll have to find out, won’t you?” said Eva, pushing Chris backwards towards the bed and shoving him unceremoniously back onto the mattress. “Consider it – sweet revenge,” she said, unravelling herself from the blanket she’d wrapped around her and throwing it aside.
Chris flopped down onto the mattress and the lay there confused for a solid second before he seemed to catch on to what was going on. “I guess I can live with that, girlfriend,” he said.
“Maybe,” Eva replied, propping herself up on the mattress on one knee, straddling Chris’s legs between her thighs. “Now,” she said, leaning down with her arms stretched out on either side of Chris’s head, “Love me.”
The end.
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Yousana AU prompt: they don't know each other, but they've seen each other multiple times at the mosque; they finally talk and introduce themselves on Eid and from then the rest is history (or you know you decide where to take it! 😆). I hope you like my prompt, since I love your writing...
Hey :)I finally got to write this. It might not be exactly what you wanted but I hope you still like it. Please let me know.
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“Mamma wantsto know if you’ll be able to help bring the pastries here next week.”,Sana says to her brother.
They are at the mosque, having theirbreak between the Quran lessons.
Elias looks at his sister with aconfused look. Mikael and Mutta next to him. “Why didn’t she just textme?”
“Because you’re awful at replying.So what should I tell her?”, Sana answers.
Her friends are waiting for her, a fewtables away. They don’t have much left of the break and it’s a relatively sunnySaturday.
Looking around the yard in front of themosque, Sana sees children running around, teenagers sitting at tables,drinking cold drinks and chatting. A few meters away, her gaze meets a tallboy. She has seen him around the mosque many times. He’s here almost everyweekend, same as Sana. Sure, they don’t have lessons together but she sees himin the breaks or at big events hosted by their mosque. As if he can feel Sana looking at him, the boy looks up and meets her gaze.Sana feels caught and looks away, at her brother. Good thing that he didn’tnotice Sana being distracted by that boy.
“Tell her I’ll do that. I’ll becoming here anyway. The boys will help me, too.”, Elias says and points atMikael and Mutta.
The teenagers at the mosque planned apastries-sale to donate the money they get from it.
Both of them nod and so does Sana.“Okay, I’ll tell her. See you later.”
While walking away, Sana starts textingher mother but can’t help but look into the direction of that tall boy shealways seems to see.
His eyes are already on her and once shelooks at him he averts his eyes and looks at the guy standing with him. Sanaknows that boy, his name is Murat and he’s a friend of her brother.
The next Saturday Sana is really busywith the pastries-sale. She goes to the mosque earlier than she usually does,in company of her brother and Mutta. They start building up the long tables todisplay the food on. Soon, they are joined by three other people. Two of which Sanaknows. One of them is Ceyda, a girl who Sana teaches the younger kids withsometimes. The other one is Murat. And the last one, it’s the tall, dark-hairedboy Sana has been seeing around for a very long time.
She remembers seeing him for the firsttime two years ago.
Sana had actually crashed into him whenhurrying to get to the small kiosk-like room to buy French-Toast. She had leftthe house without having breakfast that morning and she was dying of hunger.
He had just smiled at her shyly, tellingher it’s okay when she kept apologizing.
After that, she saw him at least every otherweekend. She went to Quran lessons, having talks about important topics she andother girls felt like needed to be talked about or attended another program shesigned up to do.
All that time he was there, too. Inother groups, doing similar things but always there.
All that time they shared quick looks,saw each other in line to get a snack, at big events at the mosque.
All that time, only stealing quickglance while they think the other one is not looking.
Now, that they’re carrying a tabletogether, both on each end, they don’t know how to act.
Sana looks down at the table and almoststumbles because of exactly that.
Yousef tries to concentrate on wherethey are going instead of on Sana because he knows he would not be able to lookaway once his eyes land on the beautiful girl.
Still, they don’t talk much. They onlyexchange two sentences.
“Thanks for helping.”, Sanasays, looking at him shortly.
“Of course. No worries.”,Yousef answers quickly.
After that small encounter Sana keepsthinking of the tall, dark-haired, cute guy. She had heard her brother call himYousef and she finally had a name to connect to the face.
After that small encounter Sana keepsactively looking for him at the mosque.
The only thing that bothers her withthat is that he starts to be there less and less.
At first she thought she might just nothave seen him. There are a lot of people there.
But as the time went by, she knew thatthat was not it. She didn’t see him around the mosque, but she heard Elias andhis friends talk about Yousef and she noticed them start hanging out with himmore and more.
Any time she looked for him at themosque and could not see him her heart ached. Sana knows she shouldn’t feelthat way, she barely knows him. That doesn’t mean she has control over herfeelings.
Every time she is at the mosque, shelooks for him. She does that while knowing that she’ll be disappointed eachtime.
On Eid, her whole family goes to prayand meet friends at the mosque. Sana loves Eid. It has to be her favorite timeof the year. She gets to see so many people she doesn’t see often. No matterwhat happens she feels very at peace on Eid.
“You grew up so much!”, Sana’sold neighbour greets her and pinches Sana’s cheeks. “How is school going?I hope you’re still doing as good as before!”
Sana smiles at her ‘aunt’ Fariha butdoesn’t get the chance to answer because her mother joins them.
That way Sana has the chance to slipaway and greet a few of her friends and wish them Eid Mubarak.
“Eid Mubarak!”, Sana hearsfrom left and right while walking over to her friends.
With a big smile she joins Jamilla andCeyda. First she hugs Jamilla and then, while hugging Ceyda, she catches aglimpse of someone she hasn’t seen here in months. Her breath catches in herthroat but she tries to play it off.
Again, as if he can feel her gaze, helooks at her.
Sana immediately blushes and when sheparts from the hug with her friend and they start a conversation, Sana’s eyesfind Yousef every few seconds. She can’t help herself.
“I need to go see my uncle, overthere.”, Ceyda announces.
“And I should go join your brothernow.”, Jamilla says and with that they both leave Sana.
She is left standing there alone. A fewseconds she looks around with a content smile on her face until she hears acry. A kid is crying like the world is going to end. Well, he just fell butSana runs over to him anyway.
Turns out, she’s not the only one whohad that thought. When she helps the kid to stand up, that one guy joins themand crouches in front of the kid, same as Sana.
“Are you okay?”, Sana asks thelittle boy.
He sniffles his cries but nods.
“Can I take a look?”, Yousefasks the boy in a soft voice if he can see how bad the damage is on hisknees.
The boy looks away from Sana and toYousef. Sana does the same. As soon as the boy nods again, Yousef lifts theboy’s shorts a bit. Sana immediately notices the boy wincing and starts tryingto distract him.
“Hey, I’m Sana. Do you want to tellme what your name is?”, Sana asks the boy.
It’s effective because now the boy looksaway from his knee that is bleeding a little bit. He smiles weakly at Sana.
“Omar.”
“Really?”, Sana asks with a smile,“I have a cousin with the same name."
Yousef’s gaze lands on Sana. The littleboy’s knee is totally fine, just a little graze. But the way Sana handles thesituation, by distracting the boy from his knee and just talking aboutsomething, anything, brings a huge smile onto his face.
She’s really beautiful. He knew thatbefore. All that time he saw her around the mosque. To him she was the most beautifulperson here at any time. He knows it’s not about that when going to the mosquebut whenever he saw, whenever he sees Sana he has trouble breathing andconcentrating. She is really pretty and he knows that she does a lot ofvoluntary work and now she looks after this little boy that tripped and grazedhis knee.
"Omar! What happened?”, awoman calls and runs over to them.
At the same time Sana and Yousef standup and Omar turns around. He runs to the woman, apparently his mother.
He whispers something to the woman whichmakes her look over to Sana and Yousef, who are standing next to each othernow. She smiles at them gratefully and thanks them.
“Thank you for looking after him. Ididn’t see where he ran off to.”
“It’s no problem, really.”,Sana says.
Simultaneously Yousef answers:“Nothing to thank us for.”
With that the woman picks up her son andwalks away. At first the two teenagers just look at them walk away and both ofthem laugh when the boy, Omar, waves at them while being carried away.
They both smile and wave back and whenthey see that the person next to them does it too, they start laughing.
Facing each other, and laughing, Sanafeels really happy to see him again. It has been a long time. She knows it’sweird that she feels this way. She doesn’t really know him. She knows a littleof him through her brother and his friends but in the years they know each otherfor, Yousef and her have only exchanged two sentences.
They calm down and stand there justsmiling at each other.
“Eid Mubarak.”, Yousef is thefirst one to say.
Sana smiles at that, her dimples makingan appearance and making Yousef want see them all the time.
“Eid Mubarak.”, Sana saysback.
After that neither of them knows what tosay.
'Hey, I haven’t seen you around toomuch’ doesn’t seem to be the best thing to say, thinks Sana.
'I missed seeing you every weekend, evenwhen we never really talked.’ doesn’t seem to be the best thing to say, toYousef.
Still, he is not ready to let go of thischance to talk to her. He says the first thing that comes to his mind.
“So, is Elias here too?”, heasks.
Sana doesn’t even care that he asks hersomething about her brother. She didn’t want to leave this conversation justyet.
She nods. “Yes, he should bewalking around here somewhere.”
Again, a few seconds they just standthere, in silence, hearing the people around them chattering away.
“Oh, I think your friends arewaiting for you.”, Yousef says, sounding a bit disappointed to Sana. Shemight just be imagining it, though.
Sana turns around and looks at thedirection in which Yousef pointed. Jamilla and Leyla are standing there,looking over to them. With knowing smirks on their faces.
Turning back around to Yousef, Sanapresses her lips together and nods. Then she says: “Yeah, I should getgoing. It was nice seeing you.”
“It was nice seeing you,too.”, Yousef says and right before Sana turns around, he adds,“Elias had invited me and some other friends over to your house today. Ifyou’re home I’ll see you then.”
He talks very fast, as if he is nervous,but Sana can’t concentrate on that. She feels herself get really excited, morethan she should. She knew Elias invited friends over but the importantinformation of Yousef being one of the guests did not reach Sana.
Trying really hard not to smile too much,Sana nods. “I’ll see you then.”
Walking away from him, with theknowledge that she would see him in a few hours, Sana can’t wipe away the smileoff her face. She was already happy before seeing him but after that tinyconversation she feels even better.
What she doesn’t see is Yousef sportingthe very same, big smile as she is. She doesn’t know that he is as happy as sheis because of the fact that they’ll see each other in a couple of hours.
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[Chapter 1/?] Mission: The Parent Trap
Title: Mission: The Parent Trap
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Author: erucchii
Summary: Two girls went to summer camp as strangers, and went back home as sisters and with a mission: get their parents back together. Their aunts and uncles would say they watched too much old movies. And their parents… Their parents would be proud of them, if they didn’t kill them first for intervening.
A/N: Hi there. I know I said I was going to update weekly, but instead, you get the second chapter two months later. I'm sorry. I didn't expect to get so busy during the Ramadhan month, as well as during Eid al-Fitr, and the month after that.
Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or Disney’s The Parent Trap.
20th June 2026
Cecily let out a satisfied sigh as she sat on the beach, legs hugged to her chest, watching the ocean waves crashing into each other. It had been three days since she and her papa, Magnus Bane, moved from Brighton to Malibu, and she was already tanned like never before. The weather in Britain couldn’t compare to Californian weather.
Two days ago, one of her papa’s oldest friend and pseudo sister, Clary, came for a visit. The redhead moved to Los Angeles a few months before them, so she really missed her. When Clary came, the redhead surprised her—and her papa—by bringing with her an acceptance packet to Praetor Lupus Dance and Gymnastics Summer Camp for Girls. She had wanted to apply again this year, but she was told that the camp was full and they were no longer taking any applicants.
So, of course, she was ecstatic. Her papa was not.
She had wanted to go to that particular summer camp for such a long time, mainly because every year, her favourite rhythmic gymnast became a guess instructor there. But her papa always had one excuse or another for her not to go. She didn’t know why her papa disliked the summer camp so much. Fortunately, she and Clary managed to change her papa’s mind.
She did feel a little bit guilty for leaving her papa to deal with unpacking on his own though.
It seemed like she had let her mind drift because before she realized it, someone had sat beside her and gave her a shoulder nudge. She knew without turning that it was Clary though, from the scent of her floral perfume. She returned the nudge and asked:
“Was my papa really angry at you?”
“Kind of, but he’ll forgive me.”
Cecily rested her head on Clary’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t really do anything aside from asking Maia to reconsider your application, but you’re welcome all the same.”
“Still…”
They continued sitting there in silence, observing other people. There are some in the ocean, getting a few more hours of surfing before the sun set, while some others were sun tanning. Kids ran around and build sand castles.
“Clary, do you think I can go and search for my dad while I’m here?” She had sat up straight at this point, and turned to look at the redhead.
Cecily had always been curious about her parentage. As a child, she kept on badgering her papa about it. An opportunity present itself when she had to describe the person who gave birth to her and write a letter to them. Because it was for school, her papa finally sat her down and told her that the person who gave birth to her was a carrier. He told her that his name was Alec, and he was two years younger than him and had the most beautiful blue eyes. But Cecily remembered the sad look on her papa’s face when he told her, so she told him she had enough information and ever since that day, she had never asked about her dad anymore.
Clary met her gaze. “Do you want to search for him?”
She bit her bottom lips and looked away. Trying to look for her dad behind her papa’s back—because she thought her papa definitely wouldn’t let her, and she couldn’t ask because she didn’t want her papa to look so sad ever again—felt like a betrayal somehow. But she was in the United States now, the same country her dad lived in. She couldn’t just continue living without trying to reach out to him. She was about to answer when she caught side of her papa walking out to the deck, a drink in his hand. He saw her looking, and gave her a wave. She returned the wave as she replied; voice almost a whisper, “No.”
30th September 2020
Magnus was worried when he picked up Cecily from school and his firecracker wasn’t acting like her usual self. Usually, Cecily would be so excited everyday when school ended because that meant it was time for her rhythmic gymnastics lessons. Today, she was reserved.
“Are you all right, darling?” He looked at her from the corner of his eyes before turning his gaze back to the road.
Cecily hugged her bag to her chest. “I’m fine, thank you.”
“Sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything, right?”
Cecily didn’t answer. She was silent for a few minutes before she asked, “Can I skip lessons today? I don’t feel like doing gymnastics.”
Now Magnus knew something was really wrong because Cecily never skipped lessons unless she was really, really sick and couldn’t get out of bed. He stopped at a red light and turned to look at Cecily, but his little girl was curled up looking at the opposite direction. Cecily was so quiet; he would believe she was asleep if it wasn’t for the reflection of her blinking on the window.
He decided to go straight to the source and called Cecily’s schoolteacher.
The conversation with Cecily’s schoolteacher made him want to drink. Not wanting Cecily to overhear him, he waited for his little girl to go to her room before making the call. His heart ached for his baby when the teacher, Ms. Blythe explained about the task they had to do in class, and how the other children made fun of her when she couldn’t turn in her work because she didn’t know anything about the person who had given birth to her.
After the call ended, Magnus sat in his office, staring blankly at the wall. That was when he decided to tell Cecily anything she wanted to know about Alec, his feelings be damned.
20th June 2026
Maxine hugged her friend goodbye, and thanked them for the ride home before taking a deep breath and exhaling. She mentally prepared herself before she entered the house, thinking, ‘Time to face the music.’ She dropped her dance bag on the couch when she passed the “informal living room”—the smaller of two living rooms in their house—and called out, “Anyone home?”
Instantly, she heard a reply, “In the kitchen.” It was her Aunt Isabelle. Maxine shuddered. She hoped Aunt Izzy wasn’t trying to cook. The older woman hugged her as soon as she entered the kitchen. She let out a relieved sigh when she saw the entire take out menu on the kitchen table that Aunt Izzy was browsing through before she came in.
“How was your day?” Isabelle asked, returning to her seat.
“It was great, despite what happened with Layla and Mandy.” She took a seat in front of Isabelle. “My team is working on a new routine for our group dance. It’s a lyrical dance number.”
“For the all-camp event?”
Maxine nodded. She took one of the menus on the table and looked through it, before looking at her aunt again. She wondered if her aunt knew. If Isabelle knew, then that meant her dad obviously knew as well. She hadn’t seen her dad yet though. “Is daddy down at his office?”
Her dad owned a vineyard, which, lucky for her meant that her dad’s office was also on their estate. So, she didn’t have to wait too long for her dad to return if he was at the office.
Isabelle shook her head. “Nope. He’s out on a date. That’s why I’m here and looking at all these menus. I’m supposed to babysit you, and make sure you are fed without giving you food poisoning.”
Her eyes widened when she heard the words “on a date”, but then pouted when she registered the rest of the sentence. “I don’t need to be babysat.”
Isabelle shrugged. “I have my orders. Besides, I’m crashing here for the weekend. I don’t want to spend the night at the family home, and I don’t feel comfortable crashing at Rebecca’s apartment when Simon’s not here as well.”
Simon, Aunt Isabelle’s husband, was a recruiter or something for this international company, and he often travelled for work.
“So, a date?” Maxine asked.
“Alec is having dinner with Daniel Rossi. Your dad insisted that it was a business dinner, to finalize their partnership for this business venture or something, but I don’t think Daniel intended it to be just a “business” dinner.” Isabelle scrunched up her nose in distaste when the name passed her lips.
Maxine frowned. “Daniel Rossi…isn’t he the owner of that five star restaurant that dad had been doing business with for the last couple of weeks?”
“He is.”
Maxine’s frown deepened, but she tried to hide it. She pushed the menu she was looking at—menu from Nando’s—and pointed at one item from the list. “I want this one.” Then, she said a quick, “Be right back,” before leaving the kitchen.
She sprawled on her queen-sized bed, mimicking a starfish, as soon as she arrived into her bedroom. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed, wondering if her dad really was on just a business meeting, or was it a date? She met Daniel Rossi a few times when he came up to the vineyard for a meeting with dad, and she could see that the other man had some interest in her dad. And the thing about her dad was; he could be a bit oblivious until it hit him in the face.
She decided to call him to stop herself from wondering all night long. At least, if she had her dad’s word that this wouldn’t progress into anything romantic, then she could rest easy. She had nothing against her dad being happy, if he was truly in love. She could make adjustments if the other guy truly loved her dad too, and not just her dad’s money, or the recognition the Lightwood name would bring.
Maxine took out her phone and called her dad. The first time, it rang for a long time before going to voicemail. Anxiety started creeping into her as she tried again. Fortunately, this time her dad answered at the second ring.
“Daddy,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief when she heard his voice.
“I’m sorry I didn’t answer earlier. I had my phone on silent.” After a short pause, he continued, “Are you okay? I left you a note.”
Leaving notes was something they did, if one of them were going out before the other gets home.
“I haven’t seen it, but I saw Aunt Izzy.”
“Let me guess, she called this a dinner date.”
“Is it?”
Alec’s sigh could be heard from the other line. “Maxie, I’ve promised you, didn’t I? I would never start anything without talking to you first.” Not again, was left unsaid.
“I know, I’m sorry. I was just being silly.”
“It’s fine. I have to go now, sweetie, but I’ll be home before midnight, okay? Then, tomorrow we could talk. I received a rather interesting phone call from Sandra Anderson earlier today about you attacking her daughter.”
Maxine squawked. There it was, the thing she was dreading. “It wasn’t my fault,” she exclaimed.
Alec chuckled. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” There was a short pause again, before he continued, “Listen, I really need to go now, okay? Order some take out, don’t eat anything Izzy cooked, and make sure to pack your stuff. Camp’s in two days after all.”
Maxine giggled. Aunt Izzy’s cooking was legendary for being inedible. Hers and her dad’s cooking weren’t great either, but it was at least edible. People called it “the Lightwood curse”. Uncle Jace was the only one who could cook in their family, but then, that was because he was adopted into the Lightwood family. She told her dad to have fun, but not too much, before ending the call.
Satisfied, she had a smile on her face as she got up and went to take a shower.
4th April 2019
A silent Jace was waiting for him when he arrived home that day. All his siblings and his parents had a spare key to his house so he wasn’t worried when he saw Jace there. However, he was curious about why Jace looked so furious. Jace didn’t outright say it but he knew because the blond didn’t greet him in a loud or boisterous way, or didn’t give him a hug or a clap on the back. His brother just looked at him with a frown on his face and arms crossed over his chest.
“Did something happened?” he asked.
“Where were you?”
“I went out for lunch with Sebastian. Why?” Alec frowned.
Jace sighed, dropping his posture and ran a hand through his hair. “Maxine’s teacher tried to call you. She’s sick. They called me when the call went to voicemail after five times.”
A feeling of dread crept into Alec as he fished out his phone and unlocked it. There was no notification for him, but when opened his call logs, indeed there were five missed calls from Maxine’s elementary school, Alicante Academy. “I…I left my phone on the table with Sebastian when I went to the toilet.”
“When are you going to break up with him?”
“I…”
“Alec, come on. What more do you need? Izzy and I told you that Sebastian didn’t like Maxine and here’s one proof. Do you want to wait for him to send your daughter off to boarding school before you do something?”
“No,” Alec said, and Jace could hear the anger in his voice.
‘Good,’ the blond thought.
Alec excused himself and immediately went to Maxine’s room. His baby was asleep, tucked in her bed, with a wet towel on her forehead. He sat on the edge of her bed, and brushed away a few strands of hair that fell onto her face.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered to the sleeping Maxine, careful not to wake the younger girl up. “I did something that I swore to myself I would never do.” He placed a kiss softly on Maxine’s forehead. “I promise I’ll break up with Sebastian immediately, and we would never have him in our lives ever again.”
After spending a few more minutes watching his baby girl sleep, he went down to the kitchen to start making dinner while making a mental note to talk to Maxine about this once she was awake and feeling better. To his surprise—really, he shouldn’t be anymore because Jace had always done this, all the time—there was already a pot of chicken soup, and rice porridge cooking on the stoves. Jace himself was still in the kitchen, standing by the kitchen island, working on who-knows-what.
22nd June 2026
Cecily was glad that growing up, her papa and his friends were a constant in her life. Because it had prepared her for surprise hugs. Case in point, as soon as she entered the Camp Director’s office to complete her registration, Maia Roberts, the Camp Director, stood up and hugged her tightly. She heard from Clary that Maia was one of her papa’s friends, back when he still lived in Brooklyn. Only, Clary didn’t say “papa” or her papa’s name. She used the word “parents”.
Clary thought she was subtle, but Cecily could see where the older woman was going with that hint. Or so she thought.
“…under no circumstances are you—Am I making you bored?” Maia asked when she noticed that Cecily was no longer paying attention.
Cecily snapped her attention back to the dark-skinned woman. She flushed under the woman’s gaze. “I’m sorry. This was just fascinating,” she replied, gesturing at the general attention of Maia’s walls.
There were picture frames hung on the wall, and on the shelves near the wall. But what made her notice the pictures was her papa. He was in some of those pictures, and also the man she could identify as her dad. Suddenly, it clicked inside her brain that perhaps all of these—the special favour into the camp, the hints, and the painted portrait of her parents that Clary slipped into her luggage—it was all some kind of plan to make Cecily want to search for her dad.
Cecily didn’t know why Clary was doing all this yet, but it won’t make her change her mind.
Maia nodded understandingly. “See anything you like?”
Cecily nodded. “They all looked so young… You all looked so young.” Then, realizing what she had said, she blushed. “I mean…not that you don’t look young now but…”
Maia laughed. “I get what you meant.” Then, she straightened up and went all business mode again. “So, I’ve explained the important rules to you, and all the other fussy ones, you can just read from the pamphlet provided in your acceptance package.” After Cecily nodded, Maia continued, “Great. Now, you’ve already signed up for the dance and gymnastic classes before you got here, but if you changed your mind about any of the classes, or felt like adding some more—if it doesn’t clash with your other classes—then, all you need to do is talk to your cabin counsellor and she will deal with the rest.”
“Okay.”
“The same goes for your “free time” activities. Please inform your cabin counsellor before going on the more adventurous activities like hiking or swimming in the lake. We don’t want any accidents. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” Cecily nodded.
“One last thing,” Maia added. “You might not be aware, but most of the campers here have known each other for quite some time, so some has probably already have a set team for the all-camp event. However, don’t let discourage you to find and join any of the teams, okay? We encourage all campers to participate in the all-camp event.”
“Got it,” Cecily said, trying to find cheery but she somehow dreaded it. She doesn’t work well in teams, which was why she only competed in the individual event, and never the group event in Rhythmic Gymnastics.
After they chatted for a few more minutes, and Cecily signed everything she needed to sign, Maia walked her out of the administration building. As she was walking down the stairs of the porch, her shoulder brushed with another camper who was going the opposite direction. She immediately apologized. The other camper didn’t stop walking but the camper did managed to reply with a “No worries” before the camper cried out the Camp Director’s name, and Cecily heard Maia replied with a “Maxine” and there was an amused hint in Maia’s voice. She turned around just in time to see Maxine and Maia hug. She just shrugged before going off to find her cabin, and meet her cabin counsellor and cabin mates.
tbc
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Hello my fellow brethren!
I’ve been out for a long time, I know. It had been a difficult time for me. I was struggling with crippling depression, anxiety, stomach problems, migraines every other day and death of a dream, above all.
I’ve been wanting to go to a certain university for a long time. First for my undergrad and later postgrad studies. Let’s say, you can call it Harvard of Turkey, I’m not going to use its name. I attended one of the best in the country for my undergrad but when I got the opportunity to apply for postgrad to that uni, I took it. I took the science exam and unsurprisingly, I failed.
It hurts when I think about it. I mean, I didn’t expect much but still it hurt. I applied to an institute out of my field of undergrad studies, I read nearly all the books on their reading list, but of course, the questions they asked had no relevance whatsoever to the contents of those books. I applied for modern history, the questions they asked were about social policy. I know they are somehow related but they are not same things.
Anyway... It hurt and I didn’t even want to talk about it. I just kinda shut down. Right after the science exam, I had my finals for the second undergrad I’m currently studying, History. I had to study for all the semester’s courses in one week simply because I spent my time for science exam that I failed. In a week I studied for six courses and dozens of topics, I took my finals on the weekend and I was done.
I felt like my brain was about to explode. For a week, I gave myself a break that was well deserved. I didn’t read, I didn’t write anything. I tried to relax and give my body a break.
In two days, eid is coming. 9-days holiday time has arrived. Throughout the holiday, I’ll watch some of my TV shows and will catch up with my books. I’ll take it slow because for at least 3 months, I’ve overworked. I’m going to be needing my brain for a long time, so I need to be aware of its needs. After the eid, I’ll be dealing with my applications to other universities.
That’s all for now.
For the muslim world, happy eid and happy holidays in advance. For the rest, have a nice summer.
Love you all. xoxo
Zee, out!
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Artificial Flower― CH. 4
w. Rielin
to never fade; only to live.
“Behind the flashiness of an eternal flower petal, there’s a liar who has never bloomed nor withered.” -Eddy Kim.
BGM | smyang piano: seventeen - pretty u piano cover
"Oh yeah, hey Eve,"
The male called out out of a sudden as if he had just remembered something. He quickly switched the stovetop to low heat from high heat and headed over to his own room. The confused female stared at the door which he just entered with curiosity.
It was Sunday. Their weekends have dramatically changed over a rather short span of time. Usually, Eve would just continue to watch random shows on television with barely any expression across her face. Add would try many things in order to get her attention, but would never work, thus we would give up and go into his room to work on couple documents for his company. But now it's different. All they needed was to express their feelings, even if was barely any.
They woke up rather late in the afternoon. Add was in middle of cooking omelette for the two while Eve was sitting on top of the countertop, looking down upon the male and the food which was being created. In middle of his cooking, as if he remembered something important, he walked over to his room.
After a minute, Add walked outside with his hands behind his back. Eve tilted her head in confusion, which automatically made Add to chuckle at the sight of her adorable actions.
"I got you a new phone,"
He said as he walked over and handed her a new mobile device. It was one of the most recent and expensive ones.
"Sorry I cracked your screen,"
"It's okay…,"
"And that made your fingers bleed,"
"Don't worry about it,"
She reassured the male who still remained of guilty feelings. She grabbed the phone from Add and unlocked it, examining her new device.
"Oh yeah,"
He said as if he remembered something else again. Eve looked up, her golden eyes shimmering with the daylight.
"Only my number's saved in there,"
"..."
"So don't pick up or reply to any other random numbers,"
"Okay…,"
"And don't even think about saving others either,"
And with those words, the male smiled. Eve's eyes were widened with shock by the fact that his obsession over here was still there within him. She wasn't allowed to contact anyone else except Add, even over a phone. His words were strong and fearful, yet his expression was pure joy, and that bought her another shiver down her spine. It was as if there was two people inside of him.
After finishing up their brunch, the two had finished their morning routine. Eve was watching another random show through the television screen while sitting on the sofa, while Add was lying down, his head resting on top of her lap, while watching the show with her. The television screen was illustrating a scene from a drama, which showed two people walking out of a store, carrying multiple baskets with their hands. As Add watched the scene, he suddenly asked,
"Wanna go out?"
"What…?"
Eve asked back in shock. Did he just… ask a such question?
"Let's go outside,"
He said as he lifted himself up as if he was driven by sudden determination to take Eve outside.
"And do.. what?"
She asked carefully.
"I don't know, watch a movie or something. I know you wanna go outside,"
He said as he glanced over at the clock pinned up on the wall.
"O..okay!"
She exclaimed with excitement. It was the first time which Add actually listened to her wishes and was doing something for her which she always wanted to do. She quickly walked over to her room to pick an outfit for their date. With fast pace, she threw on a button down blouse with a tennis skirt. She walked outside and Add was already waiting for her in the sofa, with a smile across his face at the sight of her.
"Let's go,"
"How was it… Eid?"
Eve glanced up toward Add, who flinched by her sudden acknowledgement. Then she realized that she have never called upon his name with a normal tone like this; she always used stern or desperate tone to call his name. As she stared into his eyes, she realized there was a speck of tear cornering his eyes.
"Did you… cry?"
She asked with a hint of laughter in her voice. The male quickly looked away as if he was hiding his tear, and spoke out,
"No, no. Of course not,"
With his hurried denial, the female couldn't help but to burst out in laughter. Add glanced down in surprise, he'd never seen her laugh so lively with his own eyes. Her laugh, her voice that called his name, their morning, their date― everything was new. Everything was their first time.
"Is there any other place you want to go?"
Add asked as he glanced down at his watch that was wrapped around on his wrist. They've only spent around two hours so far, the rest of the day was awaiting for them. Eve wondered for couple seconds as they continued to walk toward the exit. If anyone walked by, they would automatically assume that they are a normal couple on a normal date.
"...The main park!"
She exclaimed like a little child. As the two walked out the theater and change their direction toward the center of the city, although Add was trying his best to act casual, he couldn't help the fact that any male could walk by and stare at Eve. She was considered gorgeous in anyone's eyes. Her silver hair which glistened naturally fell down to her waist. She was more on the skinny side due to constant depression for a year, yet her body structure complimented her. Her skin was like snow white, pale with no flaws. Any male could walk by and at least give her a glance, and any female could walk by and give a look with jealousy or admiration. Slight rage was building within Add as the sight of couple people looking at Eve with awe. He would glare at them, and they would quickly look away in fear. Yet no one have approached the two, so he decided to stay quiet and please the female. Eve on the other hand, was enjoying their date. Just the act of being outside and going to different places as she gazed at people was extremely entertaining. However, she did notice one thing as she was looking around at people who were passing by. Couple females were staring at Add as they flushed a pink hue on their cheeks. Eve looked up toward Add, and she had to agree, he was handsome. He didn't put any product in his hair except to brush it, thus his soft locks looked silky. He was considered pretty tall too, and even tho he was thin, he had muscles.
Eve quickly brushed away her thoughts as her cheeks flushed a pink hue. As she woke herself up from her daydream, she started to hear murmurs behind her back. She wondered what it was and glanced up to see Add, yet it seems as if he didn't quite catch it.
"Um… excuse me…,"
Then at that moment, the murmurs quickly dropped and transitioned into a clear voice. Before their eyes was a gorgeous female. Her blonde hair was silky and long, slightly curled at the end. She was wearing a floral dress with a knitted cardigan. Even Eve thought, that she was fairly adorable, a kind that feels as if she needs to be protected at all times.
"If you don't mind…c―can I have your number?"
One of the females spoke rather courageously and asked Add, it was something Eve could never be able to do.
Am I… jealous…?
She thought to herself as she felt a hint of jealousy within her mind. Although it was selfish, she wanted the females to just walk away, and wanted to tell them that she's his girlfriend. Before she could even say anything, Add replied,
"Can't you see that I'm with my girlfriend?"
He said with a cold tone, his eyes filled with annoyance. The female as if she was taken by shock quickly backed away, and ended up running back to her friends as she tried to cover up her cheeks that flushed bright red color.
"Praise me,"
Add said as he turned back to face his 'girlfriend', his lips were playing a smile and his eyes were in the shape of a crescent moon once again. Eve realized, although she doesn't love him, he is her boyfriend. They never broke up. Then again… her feelings have changed. She indeed, loves this man in front of her. Although she is embarrassed to say it outloud, she is his girlfriend and he is her boyfriend.
"G… good job,"
"I'm so happy right now,"
He said as he glanced back to the busy street road in front of him as he exhaled loudly. The same smile was still playing across his lips.
Me too.
She couldn't say it outloud although she was sure of her feelings for him. She just wished that perhaps, he would know without spoken words.
Soon enough, the two reached the main central
park of the city. In the middle of the park was a rather large fountain with clear, chill water shooting up. Many people were sitting around the fountain as the sensation of cool water chilled their back. Surrounding the fountain was marble floors followed up with luscious grass. Children were running around the grass, enjoying the summer heat. The two sat down near the fountain as they relaxed in the sun.
"Are you hot?"
Add asked as he brushed Eve's long hair away from her face and swiped it behind her ear. Eve could feel her cheeks turning red at his actions, but she had to agree, the hot sun which she was not used to was indeed, making her sweat.
"Yeah…,"
"Do you want iced coffee?"
"Yeah!"
Eve said as she stood up to follow Add. However the male turned around and grabbed her shoulders suddenly and said,
"I'll be back. Wait here,"
He smiled and with those words, the male started to walk toward a cafe near the park.
What…?
Eve couldn't believe the sight she just witnessed.
Did he just… left me… outside by myself?
It was indeed, something that Add would never do. For a second she wondered, is this really the same person? Just couple days ago, he got extremely furious just because she went outside all by herself. Now he's actually leaving her, in middle of a central park by herself? As confused as Eve was, she sat down once again.
Is he… trusting me?
Throughout the couple days they spent together recently, the to have rather expressed their thoughts more openly. They talked more, smiled more, and spent more time together. Eve realized that because she opened more up to him, he gave her more freedom. Perhaps if this relationship continued, they could be like a normal couple.
Then at that moment, a rather melodious voice echoed into her head. The sound of acoustic guitar mixed with slightly husky voice could be heard around the park. Yet there was a hint of slight familiarity. As if the music was drawing her in, Eve's legs automatically started to move toward the source of the voice singing.
Soon enough, Eve reached the source of the singing. The destination wasn't too far from the fountain, possibly a minute walk. There was crowd forming, surrounding the voice yet somehow, the petite female made her way to the front row. In front of her eyes was two male, one playing an acoustic guitar while singing and the other one playing a bass guitar. Surrounding them were two speakers. Eve automatically assumed they were street performers that plays indie music, as she glanced over at their instrument. As she gazed up, the female gasped in shock. The voice which was singing sounded extremely familiar, and now the female figured out the reason why. It was her high school friend who she was partnered up with for many classes; Elsword. He had always loved playing guitar and was even in a club for school; it was somewhat weird yet amazing that she met her old friend from her school days. Then at that moment, his scarlet eyes matched hers and it seemed as if his pupils widened at the sight of Eve, yet the male continued to sing. As the two performers finished their song, Eve continued to clap along with the beat created by the bass guitar, and so did others within the crowd as well. As the song came to an end, the crowd started to cheer wildly and Eve couldn't help but smile; she haven't felt so lively for so long that it almost felt like a dream. Eve silently said her farewell within her mind to Elsword and decided to walk back to the fountain before Add reaches there first.
"Eve…!"
The female quickly turned around at the sound of her name, she originally thought it was Add's voice yet it was more higher pitch than Add's. Then she glimpsed a hint of scarlet hair, and realized it was actually Elsword who called her.
"Eve… right?"
His breath was heavy as if he dashed over to greet the female.
"Yeah… Elsword, right?"
The female smiled at the sight of her old friend.
"Haha, yeah. You live around here?"
"Yeah,"
"Odd, this is the first time seeing you around here,"
Because I was so locked up… the female almost spat out the truth but quickly swallowed it down. She nervously chuckled as a reply instead. The two exchanged more conversation, forgetting about the fact that Add was returning back to the fountain, where he expected her to be.
"Oh right, before I go…,"
Elsword's words trailed off as he searched inside his pocket. Before Eve realized what he was looking for, he handed her his phone saying,
"You should give me your number, we can hang out sometime,"
And before the female could even reply back, someone slapped the phone from the male's hand as it stumbled across the ground.
"No,"
Oh my god...
"She should not,"
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ah, just when it was about to get happy together, i just had to make Add psycho once again XD
and surprise! it's Elsword c: he's not a big part of the story so he will once be appearing in this chapter haha /rip
i'm somewhat hesitant to post this story because it kind of looks like i'm promoting an unhealthy relationship? /although i don't promote that at all
so if you guys are getting offended or feel uncomfortable reading this, please do not read!
although Add is basically abusing her mentally, i'm trying to not make it any worse by adding physical abuse.
for those who are enjoying this story, thank you for reading!
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#istg im making add more and more psycho#i feel bad for eve even though im the one who wrote her like this lol#artificial flower#add x eve#addxeve#text#elsword#elsword fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#add#eve
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I gears up for Bharat, Dabangg 3; Shah Rukh, Aamir maintain suspense
2019 would be one of those rare years when only one Khan-flick will hit the screens. While Salman has Bharat releasing on Eid, neither Shah Rukh Khan nor Aamir Khan have a film releasing this year.
Joginder Tuteja
Everyone saw what really happened in 2018 when it came to the Khan starrers. Salman Khan's Race 3 opened well, only to fade away post Eid with negative word of mouth seeping in. Aamir Khan's Thugs of Hindostan took an all-time highest record on opening, but could not collect thrice of that in its lifetime, hence emerging as a disaster. Shah Rukh Khan's Zero, it neither took an opening nor grew and eventually could not even enter the Rs 100 crore.
All in all, 2018 was definitely not a year for the Khans.
Now, 2019 would be one of those rare years when only one Khan flick will hit the screens. While Salman has Bharat releasing on Eid, neither Shah Rukh nor Aamir have a film coming up this year.
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This is a depressing scenario not just for Shah Rukh and Aamir’s fans, but also the industry as the Khans time and again have a major money spinner in the offering. Considering the fact that 2018 was disappointing for all involved, the expectation would been too cover the shortfall in 2019.
Salman is promising uninhibited fun for the audiences with Bharat directed by Ali Abbas Zafar. Zafar had also directed Salman’s Sultan and Tiger Zinda Hai. The suspense continues on what Shah Rukh and Aamir pick next.
Before Zero, it was almost confirmed that Shah Rukh would be doing Saare Jahan Se Achcha -- a biopic on astronaut Rakesh Sharma. This seemed like a definite biggie in the offering before Shah Rukh's on-screen space journey in Zero met with an out and out negative response from the audiences and critics alike. Of course, the two films are different from each other. However, for now, plans seem to be on hold for Shah Rukh to be stepping in as a central protagonist for Saare Jahan Se Achcha.
The industry is abuzz with rumours that ‘King Khan’ could pick Don 3 as his next. However, there is no official word coming around that yet. It would in fact be a wonderful idea if the film happens. Though critics as well as audiences were polarized when it came to Don and Don 2, the fact remains that both films were box office hits. This is what Shah Rukh needs right now -- a hit. Farhan Akhtar, as a producer-director could promise him that with Don 3.
There is a promise been made by Madhur Bhandarkar, that of delivering an entertaining commercial film with Shah Rukh playing a cop who takes on sand mafia. Tentatively titled Inspector Ghalib, talks are already on around the film though neither Shah Rukh nor Bhandarkar have confirmed or denied this.
Meanwhile, Aamir is keeping all his cards close to his chest. It is not surprising that his next is far from going on floors because he typically takes time between two films. Yet, there was always an inkling of what he would pick next even if it was far from release.
For a man who has developed a habit of delivering blockbusters one after the other, the disastrous response to Thugs of Hindostan was heart breaking. Now, he is said to be looking at four different scripts and has come close to choosing one out of the two he has liked the most. While his Mahabharata is far from materialising, one waits to see the genre and the subject that he has placed his eye on.
Rest assured, whether it is Shah Rukh or Aamir, their next is pretty far from release and it would be only 2020 when one would see them on the big screen. Unless Shah Rukh picks something on the lines of Dear Zindagi or Aamir makes an extended special appearance in a film like Secret Superstar, the wait continues for their next major outing.
As for Salman, he is said to be gearing up for Dabangg 3 already. While brother Arbaaz Khan is producing it, Wanted director Prabhu Deva is back at the helm of affairs as the director. That said, one would still wait for an official announcement to be made before considering anything as final since talks around Dabangg 3 going on floors have been on for at least a couple of years already.
The three Khans have given a lot to the industry in last three decades and rest assured there is so much up their sleeves which is waiting to be unveiled. One major biggie from each one of them would ensure that all debates around 'Is their time up?' are laid to rest once for and all.
Joginder Tuteja is a trade expert and film critic, and loves to talk and write about anything that is related to films. He loves the word 'Bollywood' and truly believes that it has a ring to it that is sweeter than 'Hollywood'.
First Published on Feb 4, 2019 09:15 am
TAGS #Aamir Khan #Entertainment#Salman Khan #Shah Rukh Khan
Last Updated : Feb 01, 2019 06:55 PM IST | Source: Moneycontrol.com
Manikarnika - The Queen of Jhansi scores decent, Uri - The Surgical Strike takes a shot at 200 crore, Thackeray is ordinary
As a matter of fact, the new release Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga is not really posing any danger to this Vicky Kaushal film which is a set affair and would continue to attract audiences
After the first day collections of Rs 8.75 crore and then a huge jump on the Republic Day holiday (Rs 18.20 crore), one would have expected Manikarnika - The Queen of Jhansi to be on fire for days to follow. However, that was not the case as the film managed a double-digit score for only one more day (Sunday), post which the collections came down to normal levels.
As a result, the film currently stands at Rs 61.15 crore. Though these are still the second-best week-one numbers of 2019 after Uri - The Surgical Strike (Rs 70.94 crore), one expected a lot better. That said, the film's box office performance is still the best for Kangana Ranaut in a really long time ever since the release of Tanu Weds Manu Returns.
The Aanand L. Rai directed film had a lesser weekend in comparison (Rs 38 crore). However, it picked up gradually and scored very high on the basis of audiences' word-of-mouth, managing to collect Rs 70 crore in the first week. Later, the film went on to garner a business of Rs 152 crore, hence emerging as a blockbuster.
Now, Manikarnika - The Queen of Jhansi, made at a double-digit budget, is struggling to reach the Rs 100-crore mark. Still, it is far better than what Kangana Ranaut's previous films like I Love NY (Rs 2.50 crore), Katti Batti (Rs 27 crore), Rangoon (Rs 23 crore) and Simran (Rs 17 crore) had done in their lifetime, all of which were flops or disasters.
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There is some continued good news for Uri - The Surgical Strike though. The film is continuing to be unstable, with Rs 171.07 crore been reached after three weeks. One would have expected the film to slow down owing to the release of Manikarnika - The Queen of Jhansi and Thackeray. However, that has perhaps made a difference of just 20 percent to its third week's total as it is continuing to find audiences with every passing day.
Now that the film has entered its fourth week, it is still retaining 4-5-6 shows per multiplex, which is a very good sign. As a matter of fact, the new release Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga is not really posing any danger to this Vicky Kaushal film which is a set affair and would continue to attract audiences.
While Rs 190-195 crore lifetime for the Aditya Dhar directed film is now a given, it would be interesting to see how close it reaches towards the 200-crore mark. There isn't any competition next week either, which means the film has the playground all for itself right till the arrival of Gully Boy on February 14 this year.
If this Ronnie Screwvala film indeed reaches the Rs 200-crore mark, it would be the first ever instance of a mid-size film scoring such a huge feat. Though there have been quite a few such films that have entered the Rs 100-crore club, emerging as blockbusters, Uri - The Surgical Strike has its eyes on being an all-time-blockbuster if it manages such a remarkable feat.
Thackeray, though, hasn't really seen much going for it after a reasonably fair first day and then a good second day. Post that, it has been just about fine with falling collections over the weekdays. With the Hindi and Marathi versions together bringing in Rs 30 crore, this Nawazuddin Siddiqui-starrer has been the third choice for the audiences in the week gone by.
The show count for the film has been drastically reduced in the current week and by the look of things, it would fold up under the Rs 40 crore-mark – an average affair and that too primarily in the Maharashtra belt. As for the rest of the country, no great show here.
First Published on Feb 1, 2019 06:55 pm
TAGS #Entertainment
Last Updated : Feb 01, 2019 06:19 PM IST | Source: Moneycontrol.com
11-year-old from Mumbai wants PUBG to be banned
The game has been criticised a lot recently due to the increasing craze amongst people
Pranav Hegde
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An 11-year-old from Mumbai has asked the state and central governments to put a ban on PlayerUnknown’s BattleGrounds aka PUBG. This request coming from the sixth grader may seem to be a shocker as the game is very popular amongst the youth.
Ahad Nizam from Bandra, Mumbai has appealed to the government to ban the game as it can cause harmful effects to players mentally. In a letter dated January 25, the tweenager has written that the game is inappropriate for children as it has violence and abusive content. “After playing for a few days, I began to feel low and negative, so I stopped. This is why I have appealed to the government,” he said to DNA. Nizam got to know about the game in a family function and found it to be disturbing as the game had elements that lead to cyberbullying and aggression.
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