#Eid Fic

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @welcometololaland @honeybee-taskforce @sznofthesticks @paperstorm @nancygillianmvp & @carlos-in-glasses 💕

Chapter Four of Eid Fic, aka love in a series of bursts & inches, went up this morning!! Next week is Eid!! And with it comes the fifth and final chapter. Here’s a little sneak peak!

He hopes he’s done the cake justice. That it can live up to the cakes of Marjan’s childhood, which her mom always bought from the local Persian bakery. He’d planned to buy one from the bakery in East Austin, but they didn’t have Persian love cakes in stock. Carlos suggested he try making it, and Paul and Mateo have been living their best lives as taste testers for the last three weeks. He thinks this one is the best he’s made so far.

His ears perk when he hears the shower turn on. He checks the clock on the stove and sees they’ve got a couple hours until Marjan and her parents, Paul and Joe are due to show up. He surveys the loft, the food is ready and what needs to be kept hot is warming on the stove or in the oven. The dining room is set and the living room is immaculate. He thinks he’s earned a nice shower with his husband.

Or maybe Carlos has earned a shower with him.

When he gets to the bathroom he has to lean back against the counter, admiring the way the water cascades down Carlos’s perfect skin. How the drops roll over his broad shoulders, following the planes of his firm back and disappearing over the curve of his glutes.

He’s perfect.

“You coming in?” Carlos asks after a few minutes, not bothering to turn around. “Or are you just gonna stand there staring like a weirdo.”

“It is not weird to stare at you,” TK says defensively, yanking off his clothes at lightning speed. His shirt lands on the counter, a sock gets flung into the bedroom. He makes a mental note to clean up the bathroom when they’re done. He steps into the shower as Carlos turns. “You’re beautiful, how am I supposed to not stare?”

Carlos tilts his head down, hiding a bashful smile, while he steps back to make room for TK under the spray.

He feels some tension release from his muscles as he steps under the warm water. Can’t help the soft sigh that comes out of him. They’ve been up cooking for hours, the smell of onion is bored into his skin at this point.

He smiles in gratitude when Carlos reaches for the shampoo and starts to work it through TK’s hair.

“You’re a really good friend, babe, I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that before,” Carlos says, voice so soft it can barely be heard over the shower spray.

“I feel like you have to say that, because I’m your husband.”

“You are my husband,” Carlos says, voice laced with gentle teasing. He places a hand on the back of TK’s head and tilts it forward to rinse the shampoo out. “But I’m saying that as someone who’s been on the receiving end of your friendship for about five years now.”

TK scoffs, stepping back and tilting his head to the side. He studies Carlos for a moment before diverting his eyes. “I’m too much.”

“Baby, no you’re not.” Carlos says, voice firm. He puts a finger under TK’s chin and ducks a bit to make eye contact.

“No, I am. I get too involved and I overreact. I try too hard and I make things worse.”

“That’s not true,” Carlos says. Voice still soft but tone forceful.

“I think it’s because before I moved here, I never really had friends. I had enablers. I had people who wanted to get high with me or have sex with me. Or both. But I didn’t really have friends.”

“Well,” Carlos says, placing a firm hand on TK’s waist and pulling him close so he can kiss his temple. “You have friends now, TK. You have a whole family of people who don’t think you’re too much. You’re the perfect amount of you.”

The line is corny enough to pull a laugh out of TK.

“It’s true,” Carlos continues.

Tagging @whatsintheboxmh @thisbuildinghasfeelings @vineofroses @fitzherbertssmolder @hoko-onchi-writes @iinryer @strandnreyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @orchidscript @ladytessa74 @alrightbuckaroo @chicgeekgirl89 @bonheur-cafe @fallout-mars @your-catfish-friend @inkweedandlizards @kiwichaeng @carlos-tk @literateowl @freneticfloetry @guardian-angle22 @my-little-tilly @tinyluminaryzombie @basilsunrise @cloud-tacos @louis-ii-reyes-strand @herefortarlos @rmd-writes @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @reyesstrand @itsrandomnobody7 @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @iboatedhere @never-blooms @ambiguouspenny @noxsoulmate @detective-giggles @decafdino and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[mayxo-hxh]

What if Hisoka doesn't know how to like, slowdance and such, and he always lets Illumi take the lead whenever theyre together, and he always feels so light whenever Illumi spins him around and pulls him close...

Illumi would whisper affirmations, how Hisoka's following him so wonderfully for his first time, and Hisoka just has to bury his face in Illumi's neck to hide the blush that spread across his cheeks 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[nihyunluvskookie]

Eid with him~

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 1.4 K

Author’s Note: Well, another desi husband Jeonghan, and this time, it’s not that long hehe. It’s a small Eid setting. Jeonghan saying meri jaan >>>

please someone make him say these two words PLEASE 😭

Also, I love the name Noor, I just can’t stop using this name.

Eid Mubarak to everyone who’s celebrating!!

happy reading~

my desi imagines masterlist

“Noor, Noor, wake up” I felt Jeonghan’s fingers tracing my face, I opened my eyes slowly. I looked at the beautiful pair of eyes, “meri jaan” these two words oh god.

“What’s the time?” I asked still in a sleepy voice, his fingers were tracing my cheeks. “8:30 am” my eyes opened instantly, on realization. We need to leave by 9 am for our work respectively; I was about to wake up hurriedly “why didn’t you wake me up early Jeonghan? We’re going to be late, oh god”

“Noor” he caged me, “Jeonghan…”

“Aaj Eid hai, did you forget meri jaan. It’s a holiday” how could I forget about today, I sighed. I’ve been so busy with work lately, I forgot about Eid. “Eid Mubarak meri jaan” he tugged my hair behind my ears and smiled. The smile which reminds me I’m home, and he is my home.

“Eid Mubarak” he pulled me closer, my head was on his chest. “I need to get up Hannie and help maa in preparing everything.”

“You’re not working today, anymore. Enjoy Eid with resting today” he looked at me and I was looking at him. “You were so busy that you even forgot about Eid today Noor, how is that fair? That’s why go on rest mood and just enjoy Eid with us. Okay?” I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

I don’t remember for how long we cuddled and I got up from the bed once we heard the knock on our bedroom room. Jeonghan went to open the door and I went to take a shower. I was sure it was maa, probably came to wake us up for breakfast. I don’t remember sleeping past 8 am ever since I started working and specially after getting married. So, today waking up at almost 9 am was more than I could ever ask for, I actually needed this sleep and rest.

I wore a cream colour kurti and patiyala, I was searching for the dupatta but I couldn’t find it. I felt Jeonghan walking towards me, “are you searching for your dupatta again?” he can read me so smoothly. I nodded without looking back at him. I felt he came closer to me, his breaths were hitting me, I saw him taking out my dupatta from the upper self, I wondered when did I keep it there.

I turned to look at him, he was holding my dupatta, “yeh lo tumhara dupatta” I took it from him, “I don’t remember keeping it there” I whispered but he definitely heard it, “but I remember keeping it there.” I was looking at down then looked at him. He came closer and trapped me between his arms and wardrobe, “Jeonghan?”

“Haan meri jaan” my heart skipped beats because of him and his words. He leaned towards me, I almost stopped breathing and closed my eyes; I felt his breaths hitting my face and suddenly I felt a kiss on my cheeks and his fingers pinched my nose. “It’s too early for anything Noor” I opened my eyes instantly. He was giving me his famous teasing look with a smirk and a laugh. He teased me again.

I lightly pushed him, and put the dupatta on my shoulder, “You are so annoying, I’m going downstairs” and I heard him laugh.

After having breakfast, I asked maa if I could help her today and she insisted me to rest up today but I wanted to make, kheer for everyone and she finally gave up.

After making kheer for everyone, maa suggested me to apply mehendi. I was about to say no and help her in making dishes but she just insisted and I couldn’t say no to her. She even asked Nishi, my sister-in-law to apply it on me.

After sitting almost, for forty-five minutes, I was done. “and you’re done” she smiled at me. “thank you” she just gave me a look “I don’t take thank you from my best bhabi” I wish my hands were not filed with mehendi fully or else I would've given her a hug. A tight hug which she deserves.

“I lowkey want to see the reaction of Jeonghan when he will see your mehendi” I looked at her, “Why so?”

“Ask him to check your mehendi once dried up and everything” I was about to say something but I saw Jeonghan standing and leaning on the door. He smirked at me, and said “meri jaan” and I can never get it wrong, never ever. I was so flustered and he was so satisfied with it, his face said it all.

“Bhabi, you should go and rest up in your bedroom while wating for this to dry. You’ve a holiday anyway” I diverted my attention back to Nishi

“But”

“No buts, you work way too much and ask bhaiya to keep you company, he is just too jobless and wouldn’t mind to keep you company” she laughed “look at him, he can’t even take his eyes off you right now.” I looked at him and he was just smiling at us. “Sometimes I wonder how does he even work, like you know missing you during his work and I’ve never seen him so lovesick, the way he is for you. Honestly one day I thought he lost his mind when I saw him giggling at his phone and it turned out it was a video of you petting a kitten. He is such a lovesick”

“Stop Nishi” I was getting embarrassed.

“Sach me, aapko pata bhi hai, kitne der se dekh rahe the aapko, usnki jaan jo ho aap” I gave her a look again.

“Acha chalo, you’re done now and it looks like he is waiting for you, now go” I got up and walked towards the door, Jeonghan left the moment I got up from the sofa.

I walked towards our bedroom, I’ve no work anyways so I could just rest today. I entered and almost jumped in surprise, when I heard the voice “Looked like you enjoy Nishi’s company more than me, is that true meri jaan?” I almost got a heart attack.

“Jeonghan!” I looked at him, he was looking sulky, “You almost scared me.” I walked inside and heard him close the door. I didn’t look back and went to sit on the bed.

“You didn’t answer my question Noor” he came to sit beside me, this side of Jeonghan is so rare. “Well… you could tell your sister… to be less adorable and fun around me” I smiled at him

“Am I not fun?”

“Well not more than Ni-” and I couldn’t complete this because he kissed. He was holding my arms carefully, and kissed me more.

He was pressing his lips softly but more on my lips, his lips touched my lips for a brief moment which was meant for teasing, I know him very well, before he could tease me more, he pulled himself back, the feeling of his lips on mine made me miss and crave for more. I was about to pout but he spoke.

“You talk too much at times.” I was in shock, “You are the one who asked!”

“Yes yes I know still you were about to say you like Nishi more.” I was about to say something but he didn’t give me the chance to say anything and put a small gulab jamun inside my mouth, I couldn’t help but to enjoy the taste. I loved it, “You liked it?” I nodded, and he came closer to take a bite of the gulab jamun. I was in shock, he pressed his lips against mine again and this time, one of his hand was on my waist, supporting me from falling backwards on bed. He was the only support I had or else I would've lost balance because of his sudden kisses. This kiss was more like he was telling me, something. He looked satisfied and pulled back. “Gulab jamun is tasty, glad maa decided to make it today.” I was looking at him, and his thumb was caressing my lips, the urge to kiss him was more, why would he tease him. I was looking at his lips, probably unable to say anything more, “Jeonghan” my voice came out low and hoarsh, and in a blink he’s kissing me. Once, twice, until I’ve had a taste and a realization, that I’ll never have enough. He’s holding my waist and my arm, careful about the mehendi, which I almost forgot because of him. Suddenly he’s kissing me harder, harder like it’s a need right now. He kissed me until we are out of breath.

“Your lips taste sweet. Wish I could taste you more just like this.”

“I need to tell Seungcheol to stop giving you flirting ideas like this”

He could see how he flustered me, “you still get flustered everytime I kiss you”

“Eid Mubarak meri jaan”

[iforgotwhaticalledthis]

shcoking news. writer has all the motivation in the world, but is too tired to write

[karinasbaby]

my upcoming hee fic… u guys.

no hee fic of mine has had me giggling & blushing like this one. how are we feeling @enha-stars :D !!!

[softshuji]

:( something about izana meeting Muslim kids in the orphanage considering the Philippines Muslim population, and learning tidbits about things like Ramadan and eid and how we celebrate it and slowly growing with an awareness about It and knowing the other Muslim kids makes me :((((( so soft.

[silversoulstardust]

help the moment I stopped writing about kazurei I started missing them

[platypusbunnyfromthetardis]

Enough about the Doctor celebrating Christmas with their companions.

Where are the fics of Yaz inviting 13 for Eid Al Fitr?

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Ahh I hope you had fun at the Eid celebration today and I hope my fellow Bengalis have given you a nice welcome with all the delicious food our culture has to offer!! ✨ (Bengali food mihht be my biggest love after Suguru Geto maybe 🤭)

Oooh Anon!! We're getting to know things about you!

Yesterday was exciting and quite fun. I wouldn't say it was a very different experience but I did eat a ruti made of rice flour! I've not had it before and it looked like an appam! That was fun. Plus just being around my new colleagues helped me learn about them a little.

I do think Bengali food is some of the best worldwide. Considering we have literally everything your palate could ask for. Sweet, spicy, sour, bitter. We do it all! (Ooh that sounds like our man Geto! I'll do him also!) 🤭🤭🤭

[rha3nyr4]

when your outfit is so uncomfortable but it's pretty so you'll have to do

[indigosabyss]

MOON SPOTTED WHOOP WHOOP

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Thank you for the tags @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @thisbuildinghasfeelings & @paperstorm 💕

Chapter Three of Eid Fic is live now on ao3. Here’s a bit from the upcoming Chapter Four. The gang goes to Austin’s first Eid carnival!!

“Umm,” Marjan questions, craning her neck to survey the crowd milling around the lawn. “Where did TK and Carlos go?”

“Oh,” he laughs. “Carlos is trying to convince TK not to ride the mechanical bull.”

She groans. “Aren’t the rides just for kids?”

“You wouldn’t know it by the line of grown ass men waiting to ride it.” He spears himself a kebab. “I’d put real money on us having to respond to a medical emergency on that thing before the day is over.”

“As long as it’s not TK,” she laughs. “Carlos will be so pissed if they have to have the wedding in the ICU.”

“So Marj,” Paul starts, his words coming out slow and deliberate. “Where’s Joe today?”

“He is with his parents,” she responds mildly.

“You didn’t wanna join?”

“We’ve been on, like, two dates.”

After dinner with Paul and Asha, Joe asked her out on a formal date. She brought Carlos and TK as chaperones and it felt like a true double date.

They had dinner at a restaurant down by the river where they watched ducks and kayakers float by while they ate. Afterwards, they walked along the boardwalk down by the river and got ice cream cones, which they ate while strolling through the Zilker Botanical Gardens. Joe walked her to her car while Carlos and TK trailed behind, and he texted her later to make sure she got home okay.

TK was already on the phone with her when the text came through, having called as soon as they got home so he could ask her how she felt about the date and gush about how well he thought the night had gone. He audibly swooned when she told him Joe had texted to check on her, and she chucked at the sound of Carlos’s voice in the background asking if he was the one trying to date the guy.

“God,” TK stage whispered into the phone. “I can’t get any privacy to gossip in peace around here.”

In the present moment Paul is asking, “Are you gonna see him again?”

She and Joe haven’t seen each other outside of physical therapy appointments since Ramadan started. But they’ve been texting and even chatted on the phone a few times since their date.

“I think so.”

Tagging @honeybee-taskforce @fitzherbertssmolder @hoko-onchi-writes @iinryer @welcometololaland @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @orchidscript @ladytessa74 @vineofroses @alrightbuckaroo @chicgeekgirl89 @bonheur-cafe @fallout-mars @your-catfish-friend @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @inkweedandlizards @kiwichaeng @carlos-tk @literateowl @freneticfloetry @guardian-angle22 @my-little-tilly @tinyluminaryzombie @basilsunrise @louis-ii-reyes-strand @herefortarlos @apothecarose @rmd-writes @thebumblecee @theghostofashton @reyesstrand @itsrandomnobody7 @liminalmemories21 @lightningboltreader @iboatedhere @never-blooms @ambiguouspenny @noxsoulmate @detective-giggles @decafdino and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[sleptwithinthesun]

hi! i saw that you write for criminal minds, which i LOVE! would you be willing to write spencer, sneezing in the snow and morgan taking care of him? thanks!

sjkdhf yeah!! this is really short b/c i'm tired and have to leave for a trip in a couple of hours and also just pounded out another fic so. still, please accept and enjoy 0.4K words :)

Their most recent case takes them halfway across the country to Colorado, this time. More specifically, Steamboat Springs, which is a known skiing and snowboarding town. Even more specifically, the BAU is heading out in the dead of winter, when it's consistently around twenty degrees and they're trudging through the snow.

"How the hell does a serial killer even work in this kind of weather?" JJ asks, gritting her teeth together to keep them from chattering as she draws her jacket tighter around herself. "It's freezing."

Instinctively, Morgan turns to Reid, expecting him to chime in with some statistic about how many serial killers are actually active in the winter or something like that, but to his surprise, the kid stays completely silent. He's gritting his teeth, too, but he's actually shaking against the winter air they're in.

"You alright?" he murmurs, sidling closer as Hotch and Rossi start discussing the details of the case with JJ. They're heading to the hotel, all hoping for a single night of rest before they have to be out in the snow tomorrow trying to piece their UnSub together. What Morgan would give to be Garcia right now, back in Quantico and tucked up in a nice, warm, office.

Reid takes a second to actually process the question, but he glances over at Morgan once he does. "What? Oh, no, I'm fine. Just cold." The smile he gives Morgan is tight, and dissolves entirely as he turns into his elbow to let loose on a light couple of sneezes. "it'sch! ish-ish'uh! ischh!"

"Bless," Morgan says, placing a stabilizing hand on his shoulder as he straightens up again, sniffling, his nose already tinted pink by the biting winds. "You sure you're okay, Reid?"

"Just the cold," he repeats, shuffling slightly closer to Morgan to leech off of his body heat. "I'll be much happier once we're in the hotel and out of the snow."

He laughs a bit at that, his breath clouding in the air in front of him. "You and me both, Reid."

Reid tucks himself even closer to Morgan's side, and that's when he actually starts to worry. "Hey," he says, voice soft.

"Hey," Reid mumbles back, then immediately sneezes again. "it'shuu! tshh!"

"Bless," he says again. "What's got you all irritated, huh?"

Reid hums to himself for a moment, oblivious to the way they've fallen slightly behind the rest of their team. Hotch glances back while Reid's busy sneezing, brows furrowing in a silent question. He okay?

I've got him, Morgan communicates tacitly, with nothing more than a head tilt towards Reid and a moment of eye contact. Hotch relaxes and turns back around just as Reid looks back up. "Think it's just the change in temperature from the car to the outside," he says. "I should be fine when we make it back inside."

"If you say so," Morgan says, smiling when Reid shoves him lightly. "Come on, Sneezy, let's catch back up."

[spindrifters]

night seven: the story goes

for @hanukkahwolfstarweek

The story goes like this.

A boy is born in Swansea on a cold spring day in March, 1960. He’s named John for his father’s father, Rémus for his mother’s — hold the accent aigu. After all, the Jews of Morocco name their children for the living, not the dead.

Remus John Lupin grows up speaking Welsh at home and English at school and Haketia with his ma whenever they damn well please. He has his father’s tawny hair and his mother’s thick curls and olive-gold skin, and by the time he’s done growing he’ll be taller than either grandfather ever was. His mother teaches maths at the local uni and his father works on assignment for the Ministry of Magic, capturing boggarts and banishing lethifolds and dueling against spirits of all kinds. Ma still thinks she’s got the more exciting job.

When he’s four, he survives an attack.

He survives.

He survives.

There’s a part of the boy that no one can know about, not even his new school friends. If they find out, he’ll have to leave. He’ll be driven away, out of fear and ignorance and an unwillingness to learn that there’s a breadth of experience outside of one’s own sphere. Little boys, after all, don’t grow up on stories about monsters by accident. Their parents want them to know that in the darkness, there be dragons, so they'd do best to stay close to the light.

No one can know. Dad reminds him of that all the time, in the summer before he goes to school. He needn’t bother. Remus was raised on stories of refugee ancestors fleeing Valencia massacres for Moroccan shores, grew tall on days celebrating Esther and Yehudit’s necessary deceptions. He knows how to hide what others fear without making a single part of himself small.

Read the rest on AO3.

[nuatthebeach]

eid mubarak, muslim besties!! new fic dropping soon.

[blorbosexterminator]

I have unfortunate news. I regret informing you that this Ramadan will not see the promised Telenovela "A Parisian Tale". There is nothing to blame but my complete mismanagement of time and the audacity of the people who pay me to do work asking me to do work.