#G x Ayaz

[drrutherford]

LOCATION — Burj Khalifa, Dubai. DATE — August 4th, 2023.  STARTER — Closed for @ayaz--ates​

His brain feels like it's pounding against the confines of his skull.

He stares at Cassie's latest text, fingers going knuckle-white around the cellphone. Gizli Bahçe... Is he reading it right? Or has his self-sabotaging mind merely chosen the one place that could make a bad situation worse?

Gideon surges to his feet with less grace than he otherwise would've liked and leaves the bar in desperate search of... Someone. Lara, preferably, or maybe Henry. Adriana would've been another choice had it not been her birthday... Hell, even Melissa if he hadn't pushed away the Underboss in the most public manner possible. If he lays this on her now, he's half-certain she'd let Ayda's little bar burn just to teach him a lesson.

His eyes rove over a sea of people, squinting intermittently to focus his vision as he searches for someone useful. All the while, Gideon's heart thrums against his ribcage, anxiety building. That's when he sees him — possibly the best candidate for the task; if only he'd thought to text him six minutes sooner.

"Ay- Ayaz." The Rutherford's voice cuts into a conversation that he isn't sober enough to apologize for or even to truly notice as he clasps a heavy palm over the lieutenant's shoulder, coming into view. "Need to talk. Emergency."

[drrutherford]

ayaz--ates​:

“Look, I care about your sister. I don’t ever want her to be in a bad spot.”

There was little he wouldn’t do for her, and he’d proven as much over the years, but Ayaz would absolutely not lie on her behalf to ease the valid concerns of her family. Just because she wouldn’t listen to him, didn’t mean that Gideon couldn’t get through to her. Ayaz could take the scorn for a little peace of mind.

“I think you know her better than I do, and I also think that you already know the answer is no. Once she has her mind set on something, convincing her otherwise is…” There was no need to finish the statement, because the man before him was more aware of his sister’s stubbornness than they ever would be. “Lara is doing a remarkable job of pushing everybody who’s trying to help her away right now. Myself included.” A difficult first time to stomach. “Perhaps you can get through to her.”

.

‘... I think you know her better than I do, and I also think that you already know the answer is no.’

Ayaz wasn’t wrong about either hunch. But Gideon wasn’t sure whether it was selfish or selfless that he wasn’t bringing these concerns to Lara himself. In the past, he’d tried. But in the past, they’d had so many fights about her safety, about the mob, about their dad, about her life choices that it’d nearly torn the familial fabric apart.

It was after the first time she’d been attacked that things had changed. Gideon had given way to peace, to maximizing their proximity for fear that someday – out of the blue – he might lose her, and so the arguments between them had dwindled. 

These days, he’s not sure whether giving in was best for their bond as brother and sister — or whether he’s failing her for not continuing to insist and obstruct her chosen path at every turn. He’s not sure what’s best for Lara.

... He’s not sure what’s best for either of them.

He can’t share any of this with Ayaz, though.

“Maybe you’re right...” Gideon answers instead, somewhat vague and much more melancholic than he wants to sound in front of a man who barely knows him. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise I’ll have any better luck than anyone else who’s tried before me. Lara’s remarkably obstinate when she wants to be.” It was both what made her so tenacious, and turned her simultaneously into her own biggest enemy. 

Realizing he’s taken up more than what he’d promised while interrupting, Gideon gets up, wiping his hands on his trousers. “Thanks for the chat, Ayaz... Stay safe.”

— End.

[apolleos]

i finished into the night and let me tell you something ayaz is the only turkish man i'll ever respect, period

[parsippanyfocus]

PARSIPPANY — The Parsippany High School Class of 2018 graduated on Thursday, June 21. 216 students received their diplomas after the Conferment of the Degrees by Principal Denis Mulroony. The diploma’s were presented to the Board of Education.

133 students, or 61.6% will be attending four year colleges, 61 students or 28.2% will be attending two year colleges, 12 students or 5.6% will be attending career education, 6 students for 2.8% will be employed and 4 students, or 1.8% will be joining the military.

The Class of 2018 Officers were Ethan Kaplan, President; Udhay Khullar, Vice President; Harris Ansari, Secretary and Rachel Wang, Treasurer.

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The 2018 Graduating Class

Sebastian Abreu Kensy Abdias Acosta Matthew Eric Afonso Mildred S. Agenor Abdul Vasi Ahmedi Kandarp J. Ajvalia Khalid M. Alzubi Hailey Rose Amato Jay P. Amin Alexander Angulo Mohammad Harris Ansari Haydar Yusuf Aran Sarah Isabel Arias Zabihilla Asat Harmond Atienza Mirzakerim Tarik Ayaz Tia Antoinette Ayton Srah Azizi Arzoo Bakhtiary Luisa Teresa Barone Jared Robert Bazarai Claudia Valarie Bennett Justin Joel Bermudez Juan Sebastian Bernal Kate S. Bernauer Mathew Botros Abdoullah Bouzaitoun Juliana Branda Vanessa Bravo-Nieto Gerard Joseph Burder Cyvyl Salvanera Cabaccang Michele Cacciapaglia Isabella Francesca Cattiottolo Jason Francis Calabrese Joseph Calabrese Nicole Marie Calabrese Derrique M. S. Campbell Fabio Castillo Alex John Cavaluzzo Savannah Madison Cerrato Albert Ye Chen Shyann Lynn Cheney Sydney Lyn Clark Edward Donald Cogan Kelly Anne Coombs Brenda Cordasco Elijah X. Crawford Juliana Rose Davanzo Ivan Francisco DeLeon Assunta Celeste De Martinis Julia Del Viscio Andrea Delgado Gabriella Marie DeMary Richard Anthony DeMary Michael L. DeMonico Cameron Antonio Dines Sarah Elizabeth DiPippa Thomas Diez Joseph Romolo DiPinto Destiny Stella Duffaut Nicole Lynn Dugan Amr Elsaid Christopher Ray England-Ippolito Ethan Daniel Fang Ithaly Feliz Riley Catherine Ferguson Vincenzo Generoso Ferrara Jason B. Finkle Camren Anneliese Fitzsimmons Vaishnavi Gandhi Nicholas Peter Garafano Justin I. Garcia Sean Peter Gentile Aahna Ghosh Bryan William Gong Ryan Thomas Goodreds Bethany Rose Goordman Malcolm Isiah Green Sioux Anne Green Madena Hamidi Zara Hassan Marc Hoeltge Rachel Ann Hoffman Kaitlyn Holler Kevin Nathaniel Holst Ahmed Homsi Leslie Sofia Huatarunco Anya Rose Hughes Fatima Arizo Iqbal Andrea Rose Jacoby Aastha Jaggi Romel Jamna Ralph L. Jean-Francois Angeline Sara Jiju Anthony Wayne Johnson Maxwell Alexander Johnson Ramanand M. Kachhia Ethan D. Kaplan Ragan Grace Kelley Udhay Khullar Joseph M. Klein Julia Margaret Kloss Bon June Koo John Mark Krevis Patrick William LaFerrera Michael Vincent Lai Samantha Lin Lee Olivia Ruth Leon Alice Jane Limanova Sabrina Link Robert Burke Litz Christopher Benito Lupo Noah Jack Lustig Purvang Mahadevia Pranav Praful Makadia Mahrukh Abdul Malik Shobin Paul Manappuram Maliha A. Mannan Kaitlyn Ashlee Martinez Anthony Karl Martucci Aidan Rose McMaster Alivia Marie Mercuro Kyle Meth Daniel V. Miller Christian Alberto Minaya Rahul Kiran Mody Dunya Mohamed Bernasia Ebony Moore Jeremy Michael Mostillo Sunaina Mukherjee Hamza Abbas Naqvi Isabella G. Nicoletti Karissa Marie Nussbaum Ogulcan Odabas Jared Lucas Osgood Shane Joseph Osgood Ali Haydar Ozdemir Mansi A. Parikh Aditi Patel Aneri Patel Bhumiben M. Patel Dirgh Harshadkumar Patel Lipi Patel Priya Minesbkumar Patel Priyam Shailesh patel Ria S. Patel Sagar Patel Sima Patel Lauryn K. Patracuolla Nilab Pazhmon Kyla Samantha Penus Kyle Edward Phillips Nelson Yoset Pichardo Daniel Joseph Pico Cielito Jaecob M. Ponce De Leon John Carlos Portillo Faith Marie Preziosi Vincent T. Prezioso Anoosha Qureshi Shakhzoda Rakhimova Kyra Mary Reich Moustafa Riad Isis Carolina Rodas Prado Malia Rodriguez Steven Rodriguez Daniel I. Rodriguez-Appelgren Daniel Bennett Ruggiero Bahaadeen Saied Tahir Samad Zahra Mariam Sarwari Brenda Lynn Sauer Skylar Madison Schey Brandon Schweizer Everton Fitzroy Scott Alexander Serban Ankit Shah Diti J. Shah Khushbu Shah Neil Vipul Shah Affan Shaikh Adam J. Shandra Skyler Rose Sharpell Stephanie Shen Abhi N. Sheth Samantha Shimabukuro Mario Joseph Sinatra Kaitlyn Arlene Sklow Kendrick C. Slaman Lauren Emily Slevin Christopher Francis Smith Julia Rose Smith Zachary Logan Snell Maansi Solanki Karissa Zavanna St. Jean Kerri St. Victor Amanda Nicole Stover Devion Sharif Stover Danielle Strano Matthew J. Strumolo Frank Anthony Sullivan Sophia Tamayo Alice H. Tatrous Tatiana Isabel Tello Burlew Justin Ryan TerWaarbeek David Ton Peter Hao Tran Tiffany Lee Trifari Gary C. Tsui Jeet Vaishnay Sean Patrick Van Vliet Philip Sunny Varghese Rachael S. Wang Alexa Rae Weissberg Adam Joseph Welch Matthew Thomas Wilson Ryan Michael Wisniewski Brielle Elizabeth Wyka Talia Ruth Wynzel Ellen X. Xu Ali Yaqoobi Adam Ye Christopher Michael Yi Kevin Zhengen Zheng Annie A. Zhong

PHS Class of 2018 is dismissed! PARSIPPANY — The Parsippany High School Class of 2018 graduated on Thursday, June 21. 216 students received their diplomas after the Conferment of the Degrees by Principal Denis Mulroony.

[drrutherford]

leylayilmazx​:

Leyla: Twenty minutes? You left me on read for that long?? Leyla: Sigh. Leyla: I am right, but you’re not going to tell me what’s happened… Or are you? Leyla: I do have a life outside work, you know. It’s a friend from a long time a go. You don’t know her. Leyla: Thanks, but her fiance is an ass. At least I think so for now.  Leyla: You always say that though… Is it really that bad?  Leyla: I can always call Alexis who will call Spencer?  Leyla: To be honest… No, not at all. 

Gideon: It’s a party, alright? Maybe I was busy. Sheesh. Stage 5 clinger. Gideon: You don’t wanna know, Ley... It’s not gonna make you feel any better. Ask me some other day, yea?... Family drama, let’s put it that way. Gideon: Her partner’s an ass? Maybe you two have more in commo- [draft deleted] Gideon: Don’t you dare call Alexis. Or Spencer, for that matter. (two minutes later) Gideon: Just tell me why you’re not having a good time. 

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Reaction @mobscene-awards​​

╰─▸ ❝Most Handsome Man❞ x

The dread thrumming under his skin eases immediately as a name other than his own is called from the podium, sparing a repeat of last year, and the fifty shades of tomato red his face undoubtedly coloured when having to walk onstage. 

... There’s just something too awkward about accepting an award for one’s face.

Truth be told, he’d have been relieved no matter who won, so long as it wasn’t him, but the shameless smile he’s sporting turns into a shit-eating grin when he looks over at Ayaz only to find the poor man looking every bit as horrified as he understood too well. Oh, he could spectate this. Gideon cups his hands together as the Turk drags himself to his feet, compliments of Lara, making sure his voice carries to reach the man as he shuffles reluctantly by. “YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!!”

[drrutherford]

ayaz--ates​:

Leyla in Haringey was a red flag in itself, if only because he didn’t trust a single one of those fucking cretins, even with her. Add the Russians to the equation? Worse. But Laurent St. Pierre’s presence irritating them further, particularly if they took note of them being together, was more than enough to shoot up the same red flag it obviously had for Gideon. What the hell was she thinking, taking him there? What the fuck were the Turks playing at, inviting the Russians to Ayda’s bar in the first place..?

“Sit down,” he said simply, concerned that he was going to face plant before he even had chance to get a call off. Then he turned to one of the cocktail waitresses conveniently passing by, “Can we get some drinks, please? And water. Plenty of water.”

The man raised his hand, a single index finger, phone to his ear: one moment. 

There was only one person to call. Everyone else was here.

“Honey, I need a favour…” The commotion in the background was evident as soon as she picked up. “If this is about Leyla, I’m already here. But I can’t do what you’re about to ask of me with a phone in my hand, so I’m hanging up. I’ll have her call you once she’s home.”

Ayaz had parted his lips to say wait. To demand some kind of context. 

What?

“We should get dinner tomorrow. The usual place? I’m flying out in the morning an—” The quick cut off would’ve been cause for concern to somebody who didn’t know better. Perhaps the way the tone of her voice shifted from fondness to utter venom, more so. But as he heard the string of what he presumed to be Russian insults leave his wife’s mouth—her usual calmness understandably tested by the scum of the earth in her presence—he knew that he could worry a little less about his cousin. “I’ll call you back. The lack of manners here is astounding.” 

And this time, she really was gone.

The conversation had ended as soon as it’d started, and he was left looking at his phone in confusion for a moment. Well, then…

Eventually, his attention shifted back toward the surgeon. It mightn’t have been enough to calm his nerves about the situation, but given the state he’d gotten himself into tonight, Ayaz wondered what would be, save for being there and seeing her leave, himself. But there was nothing they could do from Dubai, and certainly nobody he trusted more against a pack of Russians than the absolute fucking feral who had just hung up on him. Hopefully his calm would be contagious.

“Uh, Leyla will be just fine,” he assured awkwardly, reaching for the glass the bartender had left alongside Gideon’s water. “Haringey, I’m not so sure.“ Nor did he care. "Any idea where your sister is? I should probably talk to her about this.”

He stares at Ayaz, confusion written into his brow when the man bids him sit. Of all instructions he expects when it comes to problem-solving — that, isn't one of them. His gaze slides sluggishly to that of the cocktail waitress who's looking between him and Ayaz with a look of unspoken understanding that's gone over the Rutherford's head. Before he can think to ask her why she's staring, she's gone. With little choice left, his gaze slides expectantly back to Ayaz.

They were talking about—

Before he can go to speak, the man's begun talking to someone on the phone, and in under two minutes, the call is done. "Wait, I-... Who did—" Questions sift through the daze in Gideon's mind, yet he struggles to prioritize the one that's meant to reach his tongue. "Is it... That's it? It's-... Are you sure it's..." But he's distracted as Ayaz waves for him to sit again, and by the glass of water that slides towards him on the bar.

"Wait.” The surgeon echoes, only this time it's more purposeful. Resolute.

"Thank you, for Leyla. But there's another one too. I-... There's a blonde, determined to show up. Kind of a-... Well, a pain in the ass, really, but she likes to play hero on occasion and-... Anyway, point is-..." Ayaz goes to raise a glass but Gideon grabs the man's forearm, to make sure he has his attention. "Name's Cassandra Acton. I want her out too. So would Leyla; she's a friend. Can you tell-... Whoever you called."

Desperately but awkwardly he adds, "I'll... Pay, or... Whatever it takes."

He's not sure Cassie will be a priority for the Rutherford Lieutenant otherwise. Not the way his cousin undoubtedly is. And if it wasn't for the fact she had already called her father in as backup, he'd have added Ayda as a request as well, blissfully ignorant to the fraught history between both Turks. Instead, briefly satisfied, Gideon releases Ayaz, settling slowly onto the next stool and forgetting the water intended for him.

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ayaz--ates​:

Apparently, judging by the expression the surgeon wore, it was too much to hope he’d cut in as a favour to end a thoroughly unpleasant conversation.

Ayaz was lonely by choice. The only time that ever seemed like an unfortunate decision on his part was when the few people he did consider friends were occupied with their first choices, and he was left to fend for himself, sober, amongst the types of people he never should’ve been around in the first place. Tonight, that was as painfully obvious as ever. Whilst he was about ready to start chewing through his own fucking wrist to get the leech socialite away from him, he would’ve still preferred that the interruption hadn’t been…this.

Especially when Gideon Rutherford was hardly known for his theatrics.

Drunk or not, he seemed genuinely concerned, and it was more than enough for Ayaz to politely excuse the both of them to a marginally less rowdy corner of the party. No time for pleasantries, his mind immediately wandered to the most obvious someone they had in common:

“Define emergency.”

.

Bloody hell. He wishes he was sober for this. 

He follows obligingly as Ayaz redirects him elsewhere, not paying their changing environment any attention thanks to the effort it takes just to keep his vision from fuzzing in the corners. He blinks as the lieutenant turns to face him, feeling the nausea return with a vengeance when Ayaz asks him to define the emergency.

Leyla’s face swims into his mind. Cassie’s and Ayda’s too. 

The surgeon reaches a hand out to steady himself, fearing for a moment he might be sick. But the wave passes, and he’s able to regain control over his vocal cords. “Leyla. She and that arsemonger of a boyfriend of hers. They’re-... Ayda’s thrown some kind of party and they’ve gone to the bar. Some-... Dunno, but she mentioned Russians. Don’t know why the fuck they’re there.” Worry deepens the frown on his face.

"You know Leyla, the way she downplays... I want her out. Hoping you know how."

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ayaz--ates​:

What were the fucking chances?

Whilst he had precisely zero relationship with the man in front of him, Gideon Rutherford was hardly the type he’d go out of his way to cop an attitude with. Last name and all that... As soon as his eyes met the eldest of the siblings, in spite of not offering a verbal apology for the unwarranted tone, he gave him a look that made clear he’d expected it to be someone else. 

“It has a lot of land. That poses problems Westminster didn’t.”

Ayaz was no longer a part of her security team, but it would’ve been remiss of him not to approach an invite there as a chance to scrutinise exactly that. 

“I have concerns. Lara doesn’t.” And that said enough for the both of them, he was sure. The woman was nothing if not stubborn. There was a very real chance she would listen to her brother should his concerns be stoked, however… “It’ll take some time for the infrastructure to be adequate. I don’t think she should be there yet.”

.

It wasn’t the answer he was hoping to hear, but somewhere in his heart Gideon knew that that was exactly why he needed to hear it.

Still, it reflected on his face what he thought about that; head bowing momentarily as he chewed on those words. “Had a feeling it was too good to be true...” The surgeon murmured, more to himself than to Ayaz. “Thanks for not blowing smoke into my ears.” He lifted his head again to fix the man with his gaze. “Not sure I’d have believed you even if you had told me it was fully secure, but I appreciate that you’re honest about it nonetheless. Do you think there’s any chance of convincing her? And if not, do you know of any way I can help secure it in her stead?... If there’s a price, name it.”

[drrutherford]

ayaz--ates​:

@mobscene-starters​ Date: 29/10/22.

It’d been his wife that’d gotten him into this place. He resented her for that, too.

It was a pretentious little hole in the wall; far too few seats for the elitist reputation it’d pushed for itself. They wanted you in, parted with your cash, and gone again so they could keep the extortionate charges racking up. They sure could make a cup of fucking tea, though… Ayaz purposely took as long as was feasibly possible to consume his just to aggravate the petty bitch behind the bar, and he knew she was too scared of said wife to say anything to his face. Medea came in handy for a few things.  

Seemed someone was intent on ruining his peace, though. 

Ayaz didn’t bother to lift his gaze from his phone.

“I’m clearly busy. No, you can’t have my seat. Hover elsewhere.”

. 

The ‘pretentious little hole in the wall’ was pretentious enough to have small wooden blocks in lieu of drinks tables, so really, Gideon didn’t need the seat that was being denied him before he’d even thought to ask for it. He pushed the man’s drink gently out of the way and proceeded to sit his ass squarely on the block, eye level with Ayaz.

"You have time for one question. Is Henley really as secure as it’s made out to be, or is my sister pulling my leg?” He’d liked Lara’s new home, but it looked... Antiquated. In that way that real-estate agents used to mean ‘will likely cost an arm in repairs’ and big brothers used to mean ‘looks about as well defended as Winnie the Pooh’s Crib’.

He’d hidden it from Lara, but he still had his doubts.