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juvenillia · 7 months

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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 04: bonding

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: Welcome back, todays chapter is a bit longer because it's a lot happening. I know it's still a Simon centred fic, but I want to have a whole plot with everyone in it. Let me know what you think, reblogs are highly appreciated

CW/TW: trauma, canon violence, torture, ptsd, guilt,

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The night wasn't long, not like you could get a long rest anyways. It was quite early when you got up, put your basic fit on, and went off for today’s mission. It was the premiere with your new team. You weren't the first one arriving at the preparation room. Ghost was already here, putting his gear on. You eyed him from top to bottom. "Morning.", you said calm while getting your gear on. The man only nodded the slightest, acknowledging your presence. You wouldn't say you felt uncomfortable in a room alone with him, but the bare thought that he could easily tear you apart if he pleased was unsettling. Especially when you believed that he still must be mad about yesterday.

Indeed, Ghost was pissed, but not about the fact that you won this round. He respected you for your performance, but he was angry at himself. Angry that he let you push him that far. Angry that he wasn't really able to read you during the sparring. Angry that he was blinded from the situation and still angry the way that you treated his Seargent. Simon would never approve it for anyone to hear, but he loved Johnny, his easy and cocky side always entertaining Ghost. And watching how hard the Scot tried to befriend you, and you literally shoved him out of your way, that made Simon furious. Yes, he still thought you should be treated with caution. Yes, he would rather have stayed in their earlier constellation. Yes, Simon himself shouldn't care about it, and of course, Simon would prefer you not to get too close to them because he didn't trust you. But his teammate found quite a liking in you, no matter the reason, and Simon would not watch how you hurt his feelings. You were a threat, and you would stay that.

"Good morning.", Gaz was the next one to enter the dressing room. Both of you greeted him more or less silently. Soap trailing in just behind him, "Mornin." You could feel your heart slowly sink when he immediately turned away from you, moving to Ghost's side. It was what you expected and what was totally relatable, plus it was for the best of both of your sake. You turned your full attention to your gear, getting ready in time. Shoving all those ongoing troubles aside. Your hands lingered a moment onto a hard shell completely stained in black before you pushed it into a pocket of your vest.

Price entered the room. "Good morning 141.", he stated softly, already in full gear. "Morning, sir.", all of you answered. He looked pleasant around his crew. "Any questions before we head out?" - "Negative, sir!" So, you took off for your place of destination. Your mind was running over the plan again while sitting in the helicopter.

The mission should be an easy operation. There was a former military base that was used by the Russians some years ago. It was completely empty, but a reliable informant gave away that there were suspicious movements tracked down. The theoretical empty base suddenly got electric power. Your informant did observe the base for a few weeks straight. Nobody got in, and nobody went out, but the pure fact that the base got power again could gain your team the possibility to gather some important intel from the leftovers of the computer servers. Still, you needed to be careful. You never knew what you would expect for reality when entering an enemy base.

Gaz and Soap chatted gladly away over the comms. Gathering them a few comments from your captain. The Scot seated next to his Lieutenant and Gaz next to the Captain in the cockpit. Ghost was silent as always. He traded his skull balaclava for a black one with a divided skull sewn onto the material. Soap explained you a bit about his 'style' during your morning rounds. Your eyes lingered onto him, taking his whole figure in. His whole appearance ignited some high interest within you. After what you already learned, you weren't so different from each other. His eyes were distant, nearly blank. You supposed that he was also running through the whole process for today. You would trade your liver to get even a glimpse of an insight into his mind. As your thoughts roamed about the man in front of you, you simply caught yourself staring at him a bit too long, and just then, his eyes darted back to you, and your glances met.

Your looks were blunt, not knowing what the other could even think. You tilted your head away, not wanting to have this intense eye contact with him. This indeed made you feel uneasy.

It seems like it, that he could so easily turn his emotions off, if he even had them at all. You weren't so sure about that. He managed that with an ease while you tried to afford it so hardly. Your mind faded away to a time long gone forgotten, a time where you could easily switch it off. A time when you were a different soldier. Even a different person. Do you really wanted to go back there? Back then it was a downward spiral, and it took you so much effort to get out of it. Do you really wanted to waste all of his effort and turn again?

"Arriving in five.", you heard Gaz' voice through your earpiece. It stopped your thoughts from rambling and let you decide quickly that you couldn't show any weakness today. Especially not on the first mission, no matter how easy it was supposed to be. You needed to prove yourself. Your eyes trailed back to the stoic figure in front of you. You'd need to prove yourself to him because otherwise, this collaboration wouldn't work out.

"Sorry, Droplet...", you whispered to yourself before your hand found the pocket of your vest and fished for the cold and hard material. You pulled out a face shell made of diligent woven carbonate fibres. You set it in place and let the clasp close behind your head. You closed your eyes and breathed in the familiar scent, the air flowing through the mask into your nostrils. It covered the lower half of your face. Ending shortly above your nose. Both men across from you watched you without any further reaction. At least, that's what you thought.

The helicopter landed, and you went out to find the base. Carefully getting closer to the area just to see that it seemed to be really abandoned. "We need a way to get in.", Ghost stated while getting closer to what looked like a side entry. Gaz and Soap did examine the heavy metal door. "We could blow it up.", Soap stated while taking a closer look at the door. "Shouldn't be too difficult." - "Negative.", Ghost stated bluntly while keeping an eye out around. Soap looked a bit disappointed. The man just loved explosions too much. Especially when he was the person to carry it out. You walked along the wall that melted into the ground, pointing out that the base would be mostly underground. Your eyes scanned upwards and caught a little rusty plate.

"Captain.", you didn't yell but your voice was clear for Price to hear. He turned his head towards you and you also caught the attention from the Lieutenant and Soap. Gaz still invested with the gate. "Would you mind lending me a hand, sir?", you asked pointing your index finger up to your find. Price nodded and walked up next to you. You handed him your rifle before he bended his knees to make himself a bit smaller and holding out his hand. With no effort at all you took it and climbed onto his shoulders. Now high enough to reach for the plate, you took one of the smaller knifes out of the holster on your thigh to screw it open. Handing your Captain the plate down. Afterwards you reached to the new obtained edge to pull yourself up. Price helped you to reach it even easier. You pulled yourself into the ventilation shaft and made your way into the base.

"Skadi, you have ten minutes.", you heard Price's voice over the comms while crawling through the tight canal. "See you in seven.", you answered quickly.

Being small had quite some benefits. You could hide better, and you could reach places men like them could never fit in. Something you used to your advantage very often. Price went back to the gate where the other men waited and looked at him, just a few minutes passed before the gate clicked and a rusty squeak could be heard. You pushed the door open and was greeted with a pleasant look from your captain who handed you your rifle back. All of you headed in. To fulfill the operation quicker you decided to split up. You went with Soap to the right, while Ghost and Gaz went to the left. Price stayed at the surveillance room you found to collect as much intel out of there as possible.

You frisked the base without any problems. Going through room for room, finding some untouched hard drives you gladly picked up. You checked on each other through the comms. Nothing suspicious. Just as you entered the fourth room, you heard a little clink. It was barely audible. You could've easily missed it, but you didn't. It alarmed something in your guts. Soap roamed through the room like he didn't notice it but you weren't able to push that bad feeling aside. "Stay alert, Soap.", you cleared your throat. "Aye.", he looked at you and instantly focused on his surroundings. "Lt. Status?", he asked through the radio, but there was no answer.

You moved closer to Soaps side, keeping your senses up. "Your status, Lt? Gaz?", your partner repeated. There were only crackles coming back through the comms. "Dia-diag!" [God damn], he breathed out. Another crack from the distant. You pressed your gloved index finger to your lips, signaling Soap to keep quiet. The two of you moved to each side of the door that lead to the next room. The door opened and you could hear voices, speaking Russian in a muffled tone that you couldn't barely make out what they were saying. As soon as the door opened it was closed again. They must've disturbed your communication, but the rather important question was, where did they come from?

The two of you made your way up to the next room, carefully investigated to get a hold of the situation. Still, hearing some cracks through your earpieces. Making already possibilities out what the others were going through at the moment. Hopefully, nobody was injured, but right now, you had to get a grip on the situation around you first. It didn't take you long to arrive in a warehouse likely surrounding. Scanning the room for threats and people. You could at least track seven lightly armed people. But what kept your focus the most was a box with an electronic device. You pointed it out to Soap. It was a jammer, the device that separated you from the rest of your team. You really didn't want to open the fire, but you needed to put the jammer down. Communication was the number one priority.

Taking the jammer down without even one of the seven soldiers realize was nearly impossible. So, you needed a plan for a distraction. Drawing their attention somewhere else also meant that there was a high chance of attracting even further armed enemies to run over the two of you. Not knowing how many people were running through this hallways was mostly dangerous. Especially when you didn’t know in what state the other two teams were entangled. Suddenly, and without a warning the sprinkler went down what alarmed the soldiers in the room. This was no coincidence. It couldn’t be. You took your chance, prowling along the stacked boxes to get closer to the jammer. Soap staying close behind and focused to cover you. Just in case.

One guy stayed close to the jammer, two others in his instant reach. If you would take him down, the other two were on you within seconds alerting the unknown numbers of enemies in the area. While making out the best possibility you could hear a nearly inaudible knock. You tilted your head and saw a skeleton glove just around one of the boxes across the room. A quick trace of relieve washed over your face before turning your eyes onto his fingers. He pointed out with his gloved fingers two, then five and another four. You could see him move forward and your brain went into autopilot. You signaled Soap to take care if the jammer. Before your feet started to move.

It was clear to say that you were a professional, but working in such a rhythm with a person you didn't know at all was another level. Ghost and you moved like an unit, taking out one after one while Soap took care of the jammer. You weren't even questioning one move, your brains did somehow bond and you moved as if you shared a braincell. You wear stealthy and silent. Anytime you took someone down, Ghost was already on the person that could've seen something. Taking cover of each other until no one in this room was able to breath out even one word in Russian anymore. You were already surprised that a behemoth of a man like him was that fast, but that he was also that stealthy. You could see now, why his callsign was Ghost, it only made sense. You worked perfectly in tandem. Then you noticed another crack in your comms and Price voice rung through the earpiece. "Anyone, copy??" - "Roger, sir.", Ghost answered calm and quick, and with that you were back in the game.

From now everything went on even faster. You infiltrated the space quicker than you thought. Gaz worked on another computer in the warehouse while Ghost, Soap and you took out the last poor souls walking through that place until you made your way back to rendezvous with Price and Gaz to back out again. As silently as you came you left the place, leaving no one behind and Price made sure to destroy every hint that could lead back to your team. Not sure what of intel you gathered, but when they protected it that way, it must be important.

All of you made it to the evac point without a scratch. Price looked at all of you proudly while taking off with the heli again. "Good job team.", he told through the mic, and everyone looked pleased. Even Ghost looked somehow relaxed. "I'm very proud of each of you. Couldn't think of a better start.", he kept going and you could feel yourself growing relaxed. A common warmth filling up your chest. You barely forget how much you liked this feeling. Mission accomplished, the adrenaline still pumping through the veins, and the feeling to helped making the world even the tiniest bit better. Clear to say that you missed it, but you're were back here and maybe this new team wasn't so bad at all. Maybe you could grow with it and find yourself a new place, but only maybe.

"Yer thinkn' what 'm thinkn'", Soaps voice echoed through your head and the next thing you could hear was a sigh by your Lieutenant. "Usual place?", Gaz asked, and you could literally hear his grin through the headphones. "Sure thing!", Price only answered. This could only mean there was another team bonding activity to come. As soon as you were back at the base everyone got their gear off, took a shower and you all met up in front of the base. Soap and Gaz greeted you with a bright smile, Ghost only standing next to them, wearing a casual black balaclava. The question of how many of these things he owned crossed your mind. You couldn't help yourself and smile slightly back at them. You traded your casual combat look to an even more casual look. Still wearing your boots, one pair of your favorite jeans, a long-sleeved turtleneck, and a leather jacket.

A car came to halt, and you could see Price in the driver’s seat waving you to get in. Ghost casually took the passenger seat while Gaz, Soap and you got into the back. Soap taking the middle seat and as polite as he was, he literally squeezed himself against Gaz to not invade your personal space.

Within a half an hour ride where you already listened into Gaz, Price, and Soap gladly small talking you arrived at a small pub. All of you made your way up and took a table in the very back corner of the local. Ordering the beverages, you did favor and gladly talked about everything under the sun. You didn't talk much, more like listening to anything they would give away and you enjoyed this. You couldn't think back to the last time you were out with a bunch of people and felt so at peace. Especially enjoying a few good drinks while surrounded by men without feeling the pressure of social standards. Maybe you simply worried too much. Maybe, just maybe you could relax and just let things happen. Just maybe you could grow to find a strangely comfort within the 141.

The ability to be more talkative raised with every additional drink flowing through your system and soon you found yourself highly enjoying to gladly chat away over the most random topics. Like the meals in the canteen, workout routines, things you might noticed today during the mission. Even mocking Soap while mimicking his Scottish accent. Everything felt at peace for once. Even Ghost seemed to enjoy this scenery. “Sooo…”, Gaz exclaimed expectantly “I’m really curious. How did the two of you met.”, his eyes switching from you and Price. You were seated next to each other. Soap and Gaz across from you and Ghost at the head of the table between Soap and Price. Soap pinched Gaz into his side. “Kyle…”, he breathed out, believing that this information would be classified. Price let out a chuckle clinging on his glass filled with coconut water. Your head tilted in the direction of the oldest man, and you just nodded. Your elbow placed on the table, so that your head could rest into your palm. “Remember when I told you about the Malmö incident?”, Price looked at the guys in front of him and they nodded. “Where you were imprisoned in Sweden?”, Soap asked curious.

“Imprisoned, tortured and isolated in a shithole.”, you corrected him. “Bloody hell…”, Gaz let out with his mouth wide open. Even Ghost eyes were lingering curios on your figure. “You were in this together?!”, Soap asked with a high-pitched voice, nearly knocking his glass of whiskey over. “Uh huh.”, you nodded, your head still in your palm. “It was quite a bonding occurrence.”, the man to your left stated. “Never thought that shared waterboarding sessions could bring you so close together.”, you nearly laughed out while taking a sip from your glass. “Better than any couple counselling.”, Price added with a genuine laugh. Of course, back then you had nothing to laugh about. Tied back-to-back with a stranger of another military unit you didn’t even know, for three weeks straight without any hope to make it out alive. Either of you could easily gave the other away, even with fake information to save their own ass, but you held together.

Not saying any words than useless shit talking. Sharing information that both of you are British, which tea you would prefer during cold nights, which of the royal family you’d rather like to meet. Beside the endless waterboarding sessions, bone breaking noises and sore limbs, you kept yourself sane talking. A bulletproof trust building with any further day you had to spend more in there. After you found a possibility so slip out, you needed each other to be even able to walk out of there. To your fortune it was also the day the enemy hq was invaded by your former team and you made it out alive. With many new scars, and traumatic nightmares but also with a new ally. Price didn’t even hesitated for you to drop in the hospital, he offered you right there a place in his team. An offer you declined while you were steadied by one of your teammates. But you traded numbers and promised to reach out to each other if there was somehow help needed. Promised to have each other’s back even after leaving that dark place.

Price didn’t explain what happened in every little detail but rounded down about some things. All of the men around clinging to his words, and you always added like a little comment or nodded silently along. “Without that woman, I wouldn’t have made it, and I’m really glad that were now able to fight alongside each other.”, he smiled proudly while putting a hand on your shoulder. “Oy, zip it.”, you smiled while your cheeks turned slightly rose. Praise was never a thing you were able to process. The waitress came to your table and brought you another round of drinks. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system blinding you, but you could’ve sworn that even the eyes of the Ghost himself were relaxed and slightly creased, almost like a smile would grow behind that mask. “To Skadi then!”, Gaz exhaled and raised his glass. “To the 141.”, you corrected him and raised your glass yourself. “Aye!”, Price and Soap joined in before you clinked all your glasses together.

“Can I ask you another thing, bonnie?”, Soap beamed at you with flushed cheeks and his drink still in his hand. You nodded towards him. “Why the mask?”, his eyes never leaving yours, but with his questions you could feel your face falter. The smile slowly washing from your face. “An old habit.”, was everything you said bluntly before drowning your drink. Soap immediately noticed the change in your manor and didn’t question it any further. “Maybe that should be the last round.”, it was one of the less things you heard your Lieutenant say for tge whole night in the pub. “Oh c’mon.”, Gaz tried to protest but Price also shook his hand. “No, no, our Lieutenant is right. It’s already late and there are some works ahead tomorrow. Waiting on your reports.”, Gaz and Soap sighed overly dramatic before heading outside. You trailed behind.

The drive back to the base was unusual silent. Soap and Gaz felt asleep on each other as soon as Price started the engine. You could only hear both men in the front from time to time talking about formal stuff. Your eyes were pinned onto the screen of your phone. You had opened a contact, a name you did read so often but not anymore for the last half year. Maybe you were too drunk, but maybe it was the right thing to do. You typed a message in, but before you could press send the vehicle came to a stop and you were back at the base. Ghost waking Soap and Gaz roughly up. You deleted the message and shoved your phone back into your pocket. That was a problem sober you should have to deal with and not the drunken one, who just wanted to fall asleep as fast as possible now, and that’s what you did. As soon as you touched your bed you were gone and for what felt like an eternity you had some proper rest.

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luunaathh · 9 months

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cloveroctobers · 11 months

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terms & conditions — ANGEL REYES x OC/READER x CANE TEJADA

A/N; I'm actually glad that this sat in my drafts waiting to be written (thanks to the poll I put out!) just in time for the season premiere-which isn't being talked too much about as of yet-but I get it! So I gained some more inspo for this piece along with the sudden crush I’ve developed on Woody’s character from power book II—ghost (which I’m also currently watching!) + this song has also been on repeat since I first heard it. It’s fitting and inspired this so let’s get into it!

*GIF BELONGS TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER!*

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMER: language + I am in no way shape or form a therapist! + Angel being a bit of a d!ck :)

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"Solay it's great to meet you, thank you for coming." The therapist greeted the mahogany haired woman at the door, lightly shaking her hand.

Solay smiled at the bob-wearing lady, shifting her tote bag, which looked expensive, down to her wrist as she fully entered the sunlit room. Her doe eyes briefly glanced at Angel who now sat with his arms crossed in a chair, a scowl written on his face as his eyes almost drank her in.

"Angel." Solay muttered, placing her bag to the side of her as she took the space in the middle of the empty red couch.

Angel ran his tongue over his front teeth, huffing but felt the therapist sending him a warning glance. Almost as if to say, 'We talked about this.'

He breathed, rolling his head back to face Solay who was now putting her phone on vibrate before tossing it back into her bag, "What's going on, Solay?"

"It's Wednesday so I’m pretty busy," she was vague with her words but attempting to be cordial as she added, "How's Mavy?"

"Growing everyday," Angel answered and couldn't help but to throw in, "How's your rebound doin'? Don't think I didn't see him drop you off in that flashy ass range rover, was my son with ‘em in the backseat?"

Solay's doe eyes immediately went into slits as she let out a breath of laughter. She was barely five minutes in the room with her ex-husband and here he was worrying about who she was involved with by attempting to fuck up her energy. He should be lucky that she even showed her face! She vowed at this first session that she would not allow Angel to continue disrespecting her like he loved to do. The only reason she was here was for their five year old son Xavier, to learn better co-parenting methods...and perhaps for a professional to see that she wasn't crazy for putting up boundaries after everything they've been through.

"Okay, let's reel it in." Dr. Michelle Othman rolled her hands, gaining the attention of the two adults in front of her.

The glare did not leave Angel's face as he dragged his eyes back to the short haired woman who sat at her desk.

"Let's discuss that tension," Dr. Michelle started, "As soon as you entered the room, Solay, you were very curt with your words on greeting Angel, why is that?”

Solay inhaled, "It's never hugs and kisses when we're in each other's space. Sure I would like for it be that way—it's like that with my parents who are divorced, they're friendly but I started off just fine until Angel had to go into attack mode."

Angel felt his pressure beginning to rise since Solay liked to commonly relate her parents to their situation…when clearly this was a very different relationship.

"I didn't attack you, I simply asked if you're leaving my son alone with some strange man." Angel stated, "And I have concerns about that, as a father, it's my right."

"Of course you do but you didn't seem to be too worried when you had our son around during your secret meet-ups with Adelita, hm?" Solay pointed out, strangely calm.

Yet it still felt tit for tat.

"We were seperated when Luisa and I started messing around."

As if that makes it alright!

"Not legally and still very much married. Just for you to sleep with her and a couple of days later we're back together like nothing even happened...like I wouldn't find out." Solay told.

Angel scratched at his brow at that, he knew how it sounded but couldn't say much to defend that. He wasn't sure if he could so he just looked away at Dr. Michelle, who was patient and watchful.

"Angel tells me you two were married for some time."

Solay uttered, “Seven years."

"What made you want to get married?"

"I thought I found my person. We were good together, fun together, friends even.” Solay seemed to be in a daze as she talked, “ I always belived that you have to have a friendship as a foundation before anything and although we were completely messy from the start, meaning intimate before we ever became friends—we were always backwards in everything we did—but I enjoyed being around him. I enjoyed being happy with him, laughing with him. Angel made my heart happy at that time and I always knew he wanted a family and I started picturing what that would be like and feel like with him. then i got the chance to realize…I was happier without him." Solay informed the therapist who hummed at this information.

Angel spoke up, "I wasn't sure i even wanted to be married and not because of Solay. She's a great woman no doubt but I always had doubts of not being good enough to be anybody's husband or father. I was scared shitless but Solay always had a way of uplifting me and making me believe we could do anything we wanted together. That also quickly turned into being blamed for the littlest things and I'm not talking about the cheating. I’ll take responsibility for that part.”

Solay nodded, "Yeah he's right. After the first time Angel cheated on me with some blonde bartender, I became iritated by everything he did and constanly being in his space knowing what he had done, wasn't good for me, i knew i had to leave so I could breathe again. I left to my own condo that I was still living in and considered not renewing the lease. Then I found out I was pregnant and that completely changed everything."

Dr. Michelle nodded at all of this, occasionally writing something down on her notepad. "There's so much to unpack here. Could it be that the both of you had these false ideas of what marriage was supposed to look like because of your upbringing? I'm already aware of the infidelity that was in Angel's parents’ marriage but what was your parents' marriage like Solay, if you don't mind me asking?"

Solay sighed, "They tried to never argue in front of my older sister and I but that didn't mean we couldn't hear it at night when they thought we went to bed. My dad was a borderline alcoholic and always stressed about finances but he did a good job at hiding his worries, yet that didn't mean he didn't take it out on my mom. He can get very loud and apparently verbally abusive when he drank towards my mom. What they showed from the beginning seemed like perserverance …when it was really settling. I knew they were happier when they were younger but they ended up getting a divorce when I was in my early twenties."

"Was it a difficult divorce?"

"Surprisingly no? They seemed thrilled to be doing it because they came to a clear understanding of what they needed from each other.”

"Is that what you want from Angel?"

"One hundred percent but I'm not sure when or if we're gonna get there. There's mountains of pain and anger between us both but I want to get somewhere for the sake of our son." Solay tells Angel's therapist.

The woman quirks up a smile, "that's what I'm here for, for guidance but I want you to also acknowledge that you have to want this for yourself as well and not just your son."

"I don't want to do what my parents did, although it almost seems inevitable when life is a cycle right? I don't want to hide the reality of why his parents aren't getting along and can't co-exist because I don't know what that's doing to him mentally. Sure he's only five but I want us to have a healthy and honest mindset so we can raise him as such."

"Angel do you hear what Solay is saying?"

"Yeah, she's not the only one who doesn't want to fuck up their kid." Angel rubbed at his beard in thought.

Dr. Michelle said, "Then we all need to work on the both of you first so you can both do your best in raising Xavier better. Are you two commited in doing so?"

Commitment was almost taboo for Angel Reyes so Solay wasn’t so sure, it was shocking for her to even be aware that Angel decided to seek out therapy in the first place! Yet they were both here, which is the first step, allegedly.

"You're Angel's therapist, so how long do you predict I need to be in his sessions?"

DR. Michelle analyzed Solay for a brief moment before saying, "Believe it or not, you left a big impact on Angel's life as a husband and father so I can not simply provide you with a timeline. This takes work."

"I receive that, I'm not afraid of doing the work." Solay affirms, "I just wanted an estimate on how long this will last until it doesn't matter anymore."

"What do you mean by that?" Angel asked, brows furrowing.

Solay clasped her hands into her lap, slightly raising them as she talked, "I don't know. It's like you're trying to show a new and improved side of you but I still know the bad parts."

"Because you like pointing the finger and always putting the blame on me! Like you can’t accept that I’m happy!”

"Angel," Dr. Michelle warned at the raised volume in his voice, "Solay, Angel tells me the both of you recently got into a disagreement a week ago. Could this be what you're referring to?"

"I guess so yeah," Solay raised her shoulders and stared down at her hands for a moment, "It's just funny or probably pick me of me to think I gave Angel what he dreamed of, having a family and a home but the moment another woman caught his eye...the minute he found out that Mavy was still alive and Adelita was back in town, his perspective completely changed. What made that family different from I gave?"

"What?" Angel exasperated leaning his elbows into his knees now, "there's no comparison between what I have with you and Xavier and Luisa and Maverick."

"You may not think so but that's how it feels."

"Why do you feel that way?" Dr. Michelle pushed.

Solay swallowed the thickness in her throat, "that argument that happened a week ago. I asked Angel if he can take Xavier for me while I underwent a procedure. My mom was in town and would be tending to me so I thought it would be best. Angel came to pick him up Thursday evening, I went to my procedure that Friday morning and Angel brought Xavier back that same night because he, Luisa, and Mavy were going to some carnival for the weekend.”

Solay was in and out of sleep the whole day in her bedroom and her mother tried her hardest to keep her out of it but she soon learned what Angel had done. To say she was livid would be a understatement but thankfully she had her mom there to calm her down and help out, who did the honors of giving Angel a piece of her mind before she slammed the door in his face.

“What was this procedure?”

“I honestly thought it was a boob-job,” Angel interrupts before Solay could say a thing, which made both women cut their eyes at him, “I mean I wouldn’t be mad at you for it.”

Solay shook her head in aggravation while the therapist kept her face stoic.

“Why are you so comfortable speaking on a body that isn’t yours?” Solay questioned.

‘It used to be,’ Angel thought but knew not to let that slip through his lips.

Angel raised his hands from his spot on the chair, “I’m not! I never said you needed that shit anyways, I loved your itty bitties—

“Angel, enough.” Dr. Michelle scolded, “Let Solay finish. I told you at the start of inviting Solay here is for us to see her perspective and get to know her a bit so that we can come to a common ground in your relationship. Now Solay, please continue.”

Angel tried not to roll his eyes. This was his therapist after all and sure he knew what this session was about since it took courage to ask Solay to be here and felt like forever for her to agree. It was all about listening and shit but he didn’t like the picture that was being painted.

Solay sighed with her eyes closed, “I went for a biopsy on my ovaries. So no it wasn’t a boob job or some spa day or walk in the park like you thought, Angel. It was serious and again, Xavy and I got pushed to the side: Second fiddle.”

Sometimes she wondered if it had to do with Xavier being hearing impaired. Did Angel not want to be bothered enough to include their child on his new family outings? She thought about bringing it up but she also knew it wasn’t right to think that when Angel did take up the time learning sign language (in his own way) to communicate with their child. Everyone on his side of the family did and although it was a little shaky for him more so than Solay, he did try… however it didn’t erase the fact that Xavier seemed to be excluded majority of the time.

So she kept it to herself.

Dr. Michelle allowed the weight of silence to be felt. She motioned for the tissues on the coffee table for Solay—if needed but the woman just hugged herself, making the therapist lightly scribble down some more notes at this.

Angel was full on frowning now, “Biopsy…ain’t that for diagnosing something?”

“Cancer, Angel. They were worried after finding a lump in my abdomen and some other symptoms I was experiencing. I just needed you to come through for me, just this once.” Solay exhaled, eyes on him.

Angel felt the color drain from his face. The rings on his fingers were pressed to his lips as he felt his knee start to bounce, “why didn’t you say something?”

“You mean to tell me you forgot in the next twenty-four hours that I was having something done?”

“I’m a dumbass sometimes! I seriously thought it was something minor and really didn’t think or even remember, honestly querida—Solay it fucken slipped my mind.”

“Do you believe his words, Solay?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “it’s possible. He forgot his own brother’s birthday.”

“Hey, we’re not talking about Ezekiel here.” Angel growled while Solay rolled her eyes, “…are you alright, soso?”

Hearing Angel use another nickname on her, made her skin crawl. Once upon a time, she thought it was cute and it actually gave her butterflies when Angel would say it, his rough callous hands cupping her face. Now? She just wanted him to shut up.

“Now you care?” Solay hissed, “all you had to do was include Xavy in on your quality time with his baby brother, that’s it. Do that one thing for me, for him. But nothing else matters and that’s why I’m so pissed.”

“Aye, don’t take this shit out on Mav.”

“I would never. I always engage with that sweet baby when he’s in my presence. That’s Xavy’s baby brother and I’m not that kind of woman. I would never take my frustrations with you out on your kid. Ever.” Solay’s heated doe eyes met Angel’s and he had to sit back in the chair, dejected.

Angel said, “I’m sorry. Forreal. I do wish you would of told me exactly what was going on with you though.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

“I’m sure it would, yeah.” Angel stared, which Solay held.

That felt definite.

Dr. Michelle looked up from her notes, “this is good you two. You’re both laying it out on the table, engaging and truly seeing what it is that you brought you two here. it’s leading us to the root of the problem.”

“Talk to us, doc. What do you think it is?” Angel dragged his eyes away from Solay, keeping his leg bouncing.

“From our conversations Angel, you hold a lot of insecurities and it stems from your own childhood trauma that you haven’t healed from. It’s bled into your marriage and you, Solay. Your defense mechanism is to shut down when situations are tough, putting your guard up instead of saying exactly what it is that’s troubling you.”

“Yes because I’m tired—so tired of reading the same pages of this story over and over with Angel.” Solay sniffed, “I’m not here to say he’s a bad person. I know he’s not. He’s just not a good partner for me. He’s got a strong heart and I know he loved me at some point in our relationship and he cares for our son sure, but I can’t help but to look at him sometimes and feel like I’m dealing with the damn devil.”

Angel furrowed his brows as he points at his own chest, “I’m the devil? I know you don’t believe that when you don’t even know what you’re getting yourself involved in with that dude who just dropped you off.”

“Oh, not this again.” Solay exhaled rubbing underneath her eyes, “I did not come here for you to worry about who I’m spending time with.”

“She acts like she’s so much better than me, when she’s dealing with someone just as shitty and she’s acting like fucking Stevie wonder with it.” Angel gritted.

“Are you also in a new relationship, Solay?”

“Yes. It just became serious.”

“Have Angel and this person met?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“We’d probably kill each other.” Angel declared, feeling his fists lock together at the mere thought of Solay with somebody else.

Somebody better but he was positive Cane wasn’t.

Solay shrugged her shoulders, realizing this was true. Cane knew about Angel and the failure of their marriage and honestly he had words for Angel the day they ever came face to face. He got close but Solay always made sure to detour the man away from causing any chaos. It was amusing to Cane however because one day he was sure he was gonna say whatever came to mind when he set his eyes on Angel.

Solay just wanted a simple soft life, was that too much to ask for?

“Okay,” Dr. Michelle said, “So we have the both of you in relationships, Angel you with the same woman you had relations and child with. Solay’s also in a relationship that you don’t particularly like or trust, Angel. You both share a child together but your regressions towards each other make it hard to be within the same space. Is that correct?”

Solay blinked, “that about narrows it down.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Angel rolled his head around, trying to straighten up the tension in his body.

Dr. Michelle cleared her throat, “seems like we have quite the work cut out for us on resolving these issues between you two. We’re down to ten minutes left on the clock, so I want to give you some homework to take with you so that you’re prepared when I see you both next week.”

“Homework?” Angel exhaled, “I didn’t go off to college for this exact reason, Doc.”

“Well think of this as a introductory course,” Dr. Michelle declared, “you’re welcome.”

Solay snickered at the expression on Angel’s face who was reaching for a post it note on the edge of Dr. Michelle’s desk. The therapist was scribbling some last minute notes as Angel managed to grab the paper, ball it up and toss it in Solay’s direction.

Which resulted in double middle fingers from the woman who managed to dodge it just in time. Angel scoffed and stuck out his tongue until Dr. Michelle cleared her throat.

“Are you two quite finished?”

Solay flicked one of her ponytails behind her shoulder and sent a sweet smile at the woman who stared hard at the pair.

“It’s a simple exercise. Both of you are going to write seven things that impacted your relationship from beginning, middle, to end. You can also form it into a Venn diagram or a pros and cons list, then we’ll discuss it next week. Sound good?” Dr. Michelle asks.

Solay has her phone now, her fingers tapping away at her screen as she sets a reminder for herself to do this before next Wednesday. She suddenly looks up at Angel who has his arms resting on the arm rests, twiddling his thumbs.

“Do I have to text you a reminder?”

“Would you be so kind?” Angel was sarcastic, “I’ll remember. If I can show up to see Dr. Michelle’s beautiful atmosphere, I can remember to do some homework.”

Solay replied in a sing song tone, straight but lightly shaded eyebrows raising, “okay…”

“You don’t believe me?”

“If you do the work, I’ll do the work. Otherwise this’ll be for nothing.” Solay answers, meeting Angel’s much darker eyes before turning back to the therapist, “thank you for your time, Dr. Michelle.”

“Thank you for showing up Solay, that’s time.” Dr. Michelle stood from her desk, walking around to lead the two out.

Solay stood in the lobby, messing around with her phone while Angel shared a hushed conversation with Dr. Michelle—hoping to get some sort of reflection or opinion on his ex-wife. It was a little selfish for Angel to want Dr. Michelle to strictly be on his side but he’d be lying if said he didn’t wish for his therapist to provide him with that comfort.

However Dr. Michelle liked to be theoretical and shit so Angel knew he shouldn’t be surprised.

“We’ll get somewhere, Angel. Now that she’s here, we can get this chapter closed and then focus on the next stage, yes?” Dr. Michelle explained while Angel slowly nodded, taking her word for it.

Soon he bid his goodbyes to the British woman before he fished his pockets for a cigarette. Just to mess around with as he approached Solay, he promised that he would actually quit smoking this time around and so far he’s been on track.

“You waiting for your boyfriend, who probably can’t see over the curb to pick you up?” Angel spoke from behind Solay.

She huffed, glancing over her shoulder, “actually no, I’m waiting on my assistant to get me and bring me back to work—if it’s any of your business.”

“Course it is, you’re still the mother of my child.” Angel snorted, “tell her don’t bother, I’ll take you back.”

“On your death trap? I think not.”

“Traffic gets bad around this time out here…the bike it much faster than whatever your assistant is coming to get you in, so it’s up to you.” Angel tapped the cigarette on the glass window of the door.

Solay thought about it, staring hard at Angel who offered her a goofy smile before pushing the door open, walked through and held it open waiting for the woman to follow after. Sighing, she pressed her phone to her ear to let her employee know that she found her way and that she’ll see her soon.

“No funny shit, Angel. Take me straight to work.”

“What? You don’t wanna stop and have lunch first?”

“Not after that session and especially not with you.” Solay answered as Angel yanked up the helmet that rested on his bike.

Angel did the honors of slipping the helmet down on her head, surely messing up her ponytails as he secured it and knocked his knuckles against the top, “damn, that hurts.”

“Terms and conditions.” Solay pointed, making Angel shake his head as he climbed on the bike first.

Solay followed shortly after, resting her hands on Angel’s shoulders to steady herself. As he kicked the engine on, solay almost flinched, knowing that she had to wrap her hands around Angel’s waist instead.

“Does what’s his face have these terms and conditions that you speak of, too?”

“Yup, he has you to thank for that.”

Angel let out a exaggerated sigh, choosing not to say anything else on that as he peddled the bike backwards before steering into a turn, then he set off into the desert streets with Solay still having a hold on him.

What would have been a hour ride was turned into a thirty-five minute one as the tatted man was parked in front of Solay’s business while she let her hair run free now by using Angel’s side mirror, then handed the helmet back to said man.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime, soso.” Angel glanced at the building seeing a few clients inside of the orange sickle colored building, “spot looks cool as fuck, I’m proud of you, you know?”

Solay had a bachelor’s degree in science, finding her field in dermatology and held her license as a esthetician. She also sold a successful skincare line that she launched on her own website just last year. And this year she purchased her first house all on her own. She was doing well for herself but remained humble about it all.

“Okay, Angel.” Solay sighed, holding her bag down in front of her as she stared out at the orange skies, “we don’t have to kiss each other asses.”

Anfel shrugged, “It’s better than chewing each other out though right? Especially after today and I mean it so what’s the harm in that?”

“…well I appreciate it.”

“See, I can play nice sometimes too huh?” Angel winked as he put his helmet on, “I’ll let you get too it then…remind me, am I picking Xavier up from school on Friday or?”

‘Are you having him for the weekend since it is technically your weekend thanks to me screwing it up last time.’ Angel thought to himself.

“Papa Felipe is so it’s easier for you to bring him to yours.”

Angel was thankful that Solay wants Xavier to actually spend Friday and Saturday night with him after what he pulled last weekend. However he probably knew his pops would give him a hard time and would probably want to keep the boy to himself for the weekend. Solay’s mom and Felipe often chatted; with Felipe telling Angel that his mother, Marisol, probably would have loved Solay’s mom.

“Cool,” Angel said, “I’ll see you on Sunday then.”

“Sunday it is.”

He dipped his head, starting the engine and she watched the man drive off into the sunset before making her way inside.

[Sometime Saturday night…]

Cane Tejada entered the one level stucco home, hands rubbing in excitement as he entered the front of the home. To his surprise, he didn’t find Solay in the kitchen whipping it up and went through the house in search of her.

He found her in the main bedroom with the attached bathroom, touching up her makeup as her hips swayed to a Ayra Starr song. Leaning against the door, he let out a low whistle as his eyes scanned over her curves in the lace corset midi-dress.

“Tonight is my lucky night after all,” Cane bit down on his bottom lip.

Solay stopped leaning over the counter, molding her lipstick covered lips together and blinked her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at the brown-skinned man, “you’re not coming out with me.”

“Huh?”

Solay brushed by Cane, her light floral and hint of a hazelnut scent hitting his nostrils as she walked by. He followed the woman into her bedroom, eyeing her as she sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other.

“Where you going, So?”

She smiled up at him as she slipped on a heel, her anklet bracelet glistening in the room, “Out. Without you.”

“Nah, I’m not feeling that. Not with the way that dress is fitting and the way that ass is—

Solay inserted, “not my problem.” She got to her feet in search of her clutch, “matter of fact, why don’t you reach out to what was her name? Effie. And see if she wants to entertain you for the night.”

She tapped his jaw before turning off the light, making Cane slightly curse to himself. He jogged after the long haired woman, reaching out to grip her waist to turn her to him.

Solay held mock sympathy on her face and Cane didn’t like it one bit, “you going through my shit?”

“You left your laptop here and it was going haywire…something about tuition. I didn’t care to read it all,” she lifted her shoulders careless, “so…you should consider looking for the next flight home to New York soon.”

“It ain’t even like that.” Cane started, “it was just business, nothing more.”

Solay shushed him, “I don’t wanna hear about it. I’m not even stressing it babe, it’s fine.”

Cane scrunched up his nose, “but it’s not because you’re dismissing my ass like I ain’t shit—like we ain’t build this together.”

“What even is this?”

Cane was confused, “a relationship? We been locked in for awhile now so why you trying to switch up on me?”

“You’re the one out here dropping stacks on some girl’s tuition.”

“I ain’t fuck her if that’s what you’re getting at.” Cane was blunt with it, “I’m here for and with you. I’m not some disloyal cheating ass bitch, like your ghost rider baby father. Let’s get that straight.”

Solay sighed, staring down at the new set on her hand.

Cane gripped Solay’s chin, making her eyes meet his, “I’m not him, So. I’m not gonna do you dirty, I’m only about you.”

And solay held his stare not entirely believing it. She’s been down this road before and it was wrong for her to enter relationships—serious relationships and always compare them to Angel. He hurt her bad time after time and she’ll be a cold hearted bitch if that meant she gets to protect her heart better.

She’ll get rid of anybody that plays with her, just like that.

Cane included.

“Words are just words, Cane. You have to show me.”

Cane gripped onto her waist, holding tighter but still kept some distance just in case she felt like she wanted to throw hands, “I gotchu. I’m yours.”

“You already violated one of the terms and conditions and you have maybe two more left, so think wisely next time.” Solay warned, resting one hand on Cane’s shoulder.

Cane was swift with pulling out his phone, “what? You want me to take that cash back?”

He’ll sign a NDA if she hit him with one, he didn’t want to lose what he had with Solay. She was the only woman that ever made him feel loved but it’s not like he wanted to get too deep about it. Emotions were a lot to feel you know?

Solay shook her head, “no. I know there’s more where that came from, just don’t treat me like I don’t ever know what’s going on.”

“Heard you.” Cane put his phone back as he stepped closer, glancing down at her lips before sliding his hands down to rest on her backside, “can I get to show you just how important you are to me?”

One hand came up to brush her bouncy curl over her shoulder, exposing the length of her neck which he licked his lips at before placing a peck there.

She shoved him back, “not uh, I have some place else to be.”

“Oh it’s like that, so?”

“Yup it’s like that,” she smirked over her shoulder swaying her way to the front door, “don’t wait up for me. Bye!”

Cane shook his head in disbelief and looked around the empty but quiet one-level home, “fuck am I supposed to do, meditate?”

That’s when he phone rang, right on time and he picked it up on the second ring, “Dru, what’s good?”

“Got that info you wanted on Reyes. Want me to send it your way?”

“Nah just tell it to me and meet me over there.”

Cane listened carefully to what Dru told him before hanging up. A smirk was on his lips as he also took his exit from the home.

he was ready for his own fun for the night.

Sorry so.

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Everything Happens to Me - pt. 2

Hi flowers! I hope you all can enjoy this chapter as much as you did the first one or maybe more (I hope!). Let me know what you think. A big hug to all of you. (Especially my Mick, Danny, Nicky and Seb girlies out there).

tw: none in this particular one, maybe swearing, but I don’t think so. Some bad translated french maybe. Mentions of Charles' dad. Charles Leclerc x Reader.

Dialogue in italics are in Italian.

Chapter 2 - The first date.

Chapter 1

Summary: Where y/n and Charles goes on their first official date after many friendly meetings. Charles organized everything, hoping not to look too much as a hopeless romantic, even if he definitely is.

The sky is cloudy and it’s the first day of January, y/n just came back from spending almost all December with her family in Italy for her birthday, christmas and she can’t wait anymore for this long waited date and seeing Charles again after a while. Charles is excited too, hoping that his plan goes well. Y/n gets to the meeting point perfectly on time, but hasn’t to wait much because Charles is getting there with his Ferrari at the same time. “I’ve never been on a Ferrari” she giggles before greeting him with a big smile “Hi to you too.”comments Charles with a sarcastic tone “Well, I guess today will be a lot of firsts for you then.” a slight veil of fear paints the face of y/n “Charles… what have you done?” he grins “Rien rien, just you remember when you said to me that you never went karting” she looks at him in shock “ Tu as pratiquement organisé notre premier rendez-vous à l'hôpital.” You basically organised our first date at the hospital. “We’re off to a good start I see.” he glances at her with an amused smile.

After driving for a while they get to the karting track, Charles rented the whole place to them, of course Charles loved his fans especially the little ones, but he did not want to spend the afternoon taking care of that and he wanted y/n to feel special. “Here we are, are you ready y/n?” y/n stares at him with a terrified look on her face, making Charles laugh a bit but at the same time makes him want to comfort her, so before getting changed he holds her hand reassuring her “Y/n, je suis là. C’est juste du karting. Rien de mal ne va arriver, ok?” Y/n, I’m here for you. It’s just karting, nothing bad it’s going to happen, ok?. Y/n feels relatively better after Charles' solace and prepares herself with a mixture of feelings inside her. Once ready the two meet on the track “Je vais probablement te détester après ça.” I will probably hate you after this Charles laugh once again and explain everything with patience to her and then eventually they get started, of course Charles tried to play it cool and not outstage her on the track while also having fun, but despite his attempts to lose, he wins.

“I really do suck at this” laughs off y/n taking her helmet off and trying to fix her now very messy hair “I’ve seen worse, I swear!” he tries to comfort her visibly failing, tousling her hair even more with his own hand “Not very comforting Charles.” she says pouting a bit, they get changed and then get in the car once again to continue their date. “Now, we’re going to do something that I always did with my father after karting durin the winter.” y/n feels something at those words, knowing how much Charles loved his father and missed him “We’re going to eat the best hot chocolate in Monaco.” her eyes almost sparkles at the idea of delicious food after that rather wild experience.

“Ok, c'est encore mieux que dans mes mémoires.” Okay, it’s even better than I remembered Charles said looking at her eating her hot cocoa and getting chocolate all over her nose “I love how you’re unable to eat without gettin ìg really messy with it.” he teases her. “Are you even enjoying food if it doesn’t get messy?” she tries to defend herself. “Did you like karting?” he asks trying not to burn himself with the beverage “It was fun, scary as hell, but fun.” she giggles while cleaning herself up “Does this mean I didn’t scare you off and achieve a date number two?” Charles’ eyes are filled with hope while looking at y/n and waiting for an answer “I guess so, you deserve it, yes.” she answers without being able to conceal her vivid blushing. He reaches for her hand on the table holding it, a feeling of happiness pervading his body.“I really am the predestinato” they both laugh a bit embarassed, Charles was so naturally funny and that was something that y/n was really fond of, she could listen to him, spend hours with him without being bored. It was all perfect, all that she planned for her, the details and the fact it was all an important part of who he was and that he wanted her so bad to be in it. Charles really thought about it a lot, after being so many years and publicly with Charlotte the idea of starting a new relationship was not it, but when he met y/n it felt just different from the past and he couldn’t stay away from her, he couldn’t care less about what would happen, at the end it couldn’t be so bad. At this moment he is happy and wants to make her happy too and that’s the most important thing to him.

The two are sitting on a suede classy sofa in that beautiful chocolaterie, the atmosphere is magical and Charles can’t help but stare at her. She was beautiful, her cheeks flushed because of the warmth of the place, her hair still a bit messy after their adventure on the track and her lips slightly tinted by the chocolate they just ate. Charles’ glance focused on her eyes and then lips and when y/n notices she feels a warmth in her, like one million butterflies dancing in her whole body. He leans a bit closer to her face, y/n following his movement, until their lips unite together into a gentle kiss. “I really wanted to do this for a while.” Charles almost whispers on her soft warm lips, before going in for another one “Me too.” admits y/n feeling his cheeks catch fire, this time not from the heat of the room they are in.

Chapter 3

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PRECIOUS LOVE: CHAPTER 7 -JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: your blind date is a disaster.

word count: 565 words

warnings: language

chapter 7: I say a prayer

You knew from the moment you had gotten in the car that this night was going to be a disaster. You could hear your heart racing in your ears. You prayed and prayed that this “prick with a heart” was not whom you thought it might be. Alas, your prayers went unanswered because you were now sitting opposite one Jamie Tartt.

“Do you two know each other?” Michael asked curiously after the two had very awkwardly exchanged greetings.

You had paled substantially and were practically catatonic when Jamie had first walked through the door, now settling for being a blubbering mess. Whatever got you through tonight, you thought to yourself. You just needed to survive.

“Erm, yeh, yeh. You could say that.”

“Friend of a friend,” You said, laughing nervously before blabbering on, “one of my dearest childhood friends is Kevin De Bryune. He spent his summers growing up at his grandparents’ who were our neighbours. I saw him heaps. Heaps!”

Michael narrowed his eyes and laughed, “I’ve never seen this side of you. So nervous! How cute! Must be because Jamie’s a premier league footballer. You’re always so cool and calm at work.”

Welp, that made two because you had never been so distressed that you could only act like a complete and utter fool.

Two hours later, the four of you stood outside the restaurant. Thankfully, the night was finally coming to an end. You could go home and pretend it was all a nightmare.

“Well, Colin and I are going to head home. Why don’t you two go on for dessert? Jamie, will you be a dear and make sure she gets home safe?”

Your face froze as you silently begged for Michael and Colin to take you home but they were already halfway down the street when you finally came back to your present situation.

“I know you’re busy. Busy, busy man. I’ll just… I’ll just get a taxi. D-don’t worry about me,” you managed to get out before turning to your phone and trying not to make eye contact.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride. We don’t have to do nothing. Just… Can’t be letting you take a taxi, be damaging my brand,” Jamie said, registering the level of discomfort and anxiety on your face.

You chewed on your bottom lip before silently following after Jamie to his car.

You mentally swore at Michael and Colin yet again. Did they have to pick a restaurant so far away? It made for such a long and awkward car ride home.

“Look, I know I said you didn’t have to fucking to do nothing but I’m sorry,” Jamie started, “it’s been a fucking long time since we happened and I honest to god don’t fucking remember if I did anything wrong but I probably did because I’m a fucking prick. Coach and Keeley always talk about accountability and that. It’s probably fucking late for it but, still. Sorry.”

You had your eyes trained on your hands, trying to focus on them and failing miserably.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, barely recognizing your strained voice.

“What?” Jamie asked, slightly confused, “I know when I’ve messed up. You don’t have to be pretending, you won’t even look at me fucking face.”

You sighed, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Jamie. It’s all me.”

You paused before continuing, “how about that drink then?”

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piethemoon · 2 years

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KinnPorsche English Subbed Interviews Masterpost from 2020 to August 2022

I didn't include their Be On Cloud content since it's basically their official yt channel.

Part 2

2020?

Audition-Casting Process

MileApo in front of the audition room waiting for their turn

January 2021

SoSatSeoulSay with the old cast

February 2021

Excerpt of the News Plus Variety Interview

Shopee Live with Mile & Apo

Star update interview with Bible & Build

ZoomDara Interview with Bible & Build

March 2021

Excerpt of the Zokzakdara Interview with Mile & Apo

Press Conference with the old cast

SoSatSeoulSay with Mile & Apo

Shopee Live with Mile & Apo

May 2021

Kazz Acting with Apo & Mile

When Bible&Build sulk each other (IG Live) with Bible, Build & Job

June 2021

Build Birthday Live with Bible (rough translation)

July 2021

How Mile Apo make a phone call to each other

November 2021

Newsway Interview with Bible & Build

December 2021

SoSatSeoulSay Press Conference with the cast

February 2022

Hello Asian with Mile & Apo

Starupdate with Mile & Apo

April 2022

AsiaOne with Mile & Apo

Dek-D Live

Elle Thailand with Mile & Apo

GoyNattyDream with Mile & Apo

Madan Photoshoot with Apo, Bible, Build & Mile

Madan with Mile & Apo

Madan - 5 facts with Apo

Madan - 5 facts with Bible

Madan - 5 facts with Build

Madan - 5 facts with Mile

PopLive with Mile, Apo, Barcode, Bible, Build & Jeff

Tipco Live with Bible, Build, Perth & Tong Part 1, Part 2

May 2022

KAZZTalK with Mile & Apo

FandomLive with Bible & Build (this is basically a short fanmeeting)

"Guessing Game" on Mellow Pop with Mile & Apo

Madan with Bible & Build

NewShowBiz with Mile & Apo Part 1, Part 2

SoSatSeoulSay with Jeff (technically not kinnporsche content but im including it because he does speaks about it & barcode)

Their fanmeeting for Episode 7

The Serie Press Conference Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

THHeadline with Mile & Apo

webdekd with Bible & Build (not actually eng subbed but someone translated a lot of it in the comments)

June 2022

Bible and his first experience in KinnPorsche

EFMFandomlive with Jeff & Barcode Part 1, Part 2

FandomLive with Barcode & Jeff (same as BibleBuild, basically a fanmeeting)

Farmhouse Live Press Interview with Mile, Apo & Barcode

Farmhouse Meet & Greet Live : Pool Scene!, 5yo Apo or 5×Apo with P'Mile - the entire MileApo live

Hiruscar Challenge with Bible & Build Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

IG Live with Apo, Bible, Jeff & Barcode (the translation focus on Jeff & Barcode)

KPTS World Tour Press Conference Interview

KuiZapShow : Mile & Apo's first meeting

La Roche Posay with BibleBuild : Part 1, Part 2 + Couple Shirt

HelloAsian with Bible & BuildMejii Livestream with Bible & Build- Game Portion, KTPS Talk Portion, Lie Detector Game

ThailandComing with Mile & Apo

The Standard Pop, On That Day with Mile & Apo

"What if Bible wakes up and see Build..." Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

July 2022

AtimeOnline with Bas & Job : BasJob or JobBas

Be On Cloud IG Live with Apo & a fan

Bible-Ta-Perth IG Live (no subs but they speak in english)

DeLing Magazine Interview with Bible & Build

Journey CN Mag Interview with Bible & Build - Q&A Game

K Magazine with Apo, Mile, Nodt, Perth & Tong

KTPS Premiere Interview & KPTS Press Conference Interview with Jeff & Barcode

Laneige Livestream with Bible & Build - Part 1, Part 2 + Q&A Cut

Rolling Stone India with Apo, Bible, Jeff & Mile

Starbox Magazine - 10 Questions with Bible & Build

SosatSeoulsay about KinnPorsche World Tour

UNIQUE Magazine Interview with Mile & Apo

August 2022

KIS x Farger Interview with Apo & Mile

L'Oréal Livestream with Barcode & Jeff

So Cool Magazine with Bible & Build

Starupdate Interview with Bible & Build

View Magazine Interview with Bible & Build

#kinnporsche #i will update if i find more!#please send me links if you find more so i can add them ♥#kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche masterpost #the title says interviews but it can be a bit broader than that like ig live #it's now organized in alphabetical order within the months

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You can’t go wrong with a classic. For the shortened 21st season of NCIS that premieres February 12, “All we wanted to do was get back to doing what we do best, which is tell really great stories,” says David J. North, a longtime NCIS writer who has joined Steven D. Binder as co-showrunner. With only 10 episodes, due to the actors’ and writers’ strikes, each hour is a stand-alone story with smaller character arcs.

The opener picks up with the vengeful Nick Torres (Wilmer Valderrama), last seen in the cliffhanger finale promising to pull the trigger on a man from his childhood who’d devastated his family.

“Torres does something to the mystery man, Maurice Riva [Al Sapienza, who played Mikey Palmice on The Sopranos], that threatens to end his career as an NCIS agent,” North reveals. “The team rallies around Torres, but it may be too late to save his badge—and his freedom. The evidence is so overwhelming against Nick that the team is left to wonder [how well they know him].”

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Despite that foundation-rocking incident, the agents pull together in the second episode (February 19) to tackle a case that their late colleague, Dr. Ducky Mallard, was working on in secret to clear someone’s name. This is the first season without the beloved medical examiner turned NCIS historian, played for 20 years by David McCallum, who died in September 2023.

“The case was important to Dr. Mallard. In [investigating it], they’re going to relive their memories of a coworker and a man who meant so very much to them,” North says. These recollections make the grieving crew ask, “What would Ducky do?” and the answers lead to a solution. The episode was co-written by Brian Dietzen, who plays Dr. Jimmy Palmer, Ducky’s longtime assistant and now chief medical examiner himself. “Brian shed tears writing it; the cast and crew shed tears shooting it,” North says.

Emotions also run high for Jimmy in a later episode when his girlfriend Jessica Knight’s (Katrina Law) critical but loving dad, an NCIS agent in the Far East Field Office, comes to visit.

“Like most dads and daughters, Knight and her father share a loving but complicated relationship. His sudden appearance will dredge up some unresolved arguments. He’s the reason she wanted to be an agent, but she feels like she can’t get out of her dad’s shadow,” North says. “It will force Knight to confront delicate questions about her life choices, including how Jimmy fits into her future.” Jimmy will also be disappointed in the greeting he receives from Papa Knight, whom he is meeting for the first time. It’s going to be a hurdle for the bullpen couple. Notes North, “As much as we love [Knight and Palmer] together, relationships are hard.”

Luckily, NCIS always throws some quirky humor into the mix. In the third episode of the season (February 26), team leader Alden Parker (Gary Cole) institutes a “Walk a Mile in Someone’s Shoes Day” at work. “Where Mark [Harmon as Gibbs] was the father figure, Gary is more the crazy uncle,” says North.

To better understand the inner workings of NCIS, the agents switch places with colleagues we don’t usually see on the show, like folks in maintenance and accounting. The results are initially funny, but the agents learn some new lifesaving skills. Reveals North, “Kasie [Diona Reasonover] is sitting in with dispatch when she gets a call that’s going to send the team on a manhunt.” In another episode, Parker, who has posed as a lawyer and a psychiatrist in past cases, will face his toughest acting job yet. “He’s going to be forced to go in undercover as a surgeon, kind of like Leo DiCaprio in Catch Me if You Can,” North spills.

This season also brings the 1,000th episode of the franchise on April 15. (The landmark number refers to all the NCISes combined.) “It’s going to be huge to try and embrace the entire NCIS universe,” North suggests. “One of our most beloved characters will be in grave danger.” We’ll be right there with the team we’ve missed so much as they fight to save someone who feels like our own family.

#ncis #interview

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in the premiere right now absolutely having a good time and immediately clocked of how much of a genius you are making the opening song, called Greetings, with songs that have Hello as the title or in it thats so good dude :D

Thank you very much!! I had a lot of fun with theming on this one! We'll have to see if that continues in Vol. 2

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Greetings fellow surfer of the web ! I have interest in contributing to the Aphmau fandom wiki as I have noticed many sections are outdated or outright missing . As you seem to be knowledgeable in this subject , may I inquire in which ways I could possibly be of assistance? Essentially what're your tips for someone hoping to add to the wiki and do you know of any sections that do specifically need information added

hooray hello!!!!! I'm currently one of the top aphmau fandom wiki contributors and at this moment there's only... maybe 2 or 3 other consistently active contributors so I'm glad you're interested

here's some pages that need love off the top of my head:

-every single ultra nova episode article is currently a stub. needs blurb, summary, video (trivia can be discarded)

I've already filled every single Phoenix Drop Days episode and almost every character article so I believe its Dreams of Estorra, Ultra Nova, Heart Point, Mod Mod World, and MyStreet Side Stories that are very lacking in characters and episode information

-the later episodes of mcd season 3 articles are also quite barren. there's many many mcd episode articles that are barren that need more info, though, but I think season 3 is p important

-the intro text at the top of every mystreet episode articles should be fact checked ex: "Xyz" is the 4th episode of MyStreet: whatever. It premiered on April 4th." Sometimes the dates or names incorrrect.

-Many many pages need to actually downsize instead of upsize. Popular pages of the main MyStreet cast are utterly flooded with far too much long winded information. mystreet aphmau, aaron, kim, kawaii chan, and ein come to mind. Episode summaries as well are very long winded and ironically need to be summarized

-the most sensitive pages I'd say are Mys Aphmau, Mys Ein, Mys Zack for ykw... I personally believe in the red herring jess promised but most other people think otherwise so I'm completely at a loss as to assemble the relatives part of their wiki and stuff.

-The most vandalized pages tend to be garroth/laurances pages in mys and mcd because garrance vandalism lol but there are pages out there that I dont know of that may have some random junk written in the corner

-I would love to figure out a way to better format Transcript pages since all of them currently look like a mess and are difficult to read.

-many characters need an "Episode Appearances" section on their pages

this is all I can think of right now :D hope more people help clean up and contribute to the wiki together 🤝🤝🤝

#aphmau #ask

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ferdi-exteriors · 28 days

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The exterior of your home or business is the first impression that greets your guests, family members, or clients. As such, it should present a perfect blend of aesthetics, functionality, and structural integrity. That's where we, Ferdi Exteriors, come in. Headquartered in Kirkland, Washington, we are a premier construction company specializing in exterior remodeling and renovation services. We are skilled in a range of exterior solutions - from roofing and siding to exterior painting and custom deck constructions.

Ferdi Exteriors commits to offer a variety of exterior remodeling services. These include:

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#roofing #siding #exterior painting #Custom Deck Construction

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Shows Coming to MASTERPIECE in 2023 and Beyond

Masterpiece: Sanditon is a sleepy seaside village on its way to becoming a deluxe and fashionable resort on the English coast. Its transformation means beaches and balls, fortune hunters, romance, and yes, heartbreak. The story is inspired by Jane Austen’s final unfinished novel and the much-talked-about adaptation has ignited a deeply passionate fanbase. Alas, Sanditon’s third season will be its last and we must ardently hope our youthful heroine Charlotte finds everlasting happiness.

Airdate: Season 3 of Sanditon premieres Sunday, March 19, 2023 at 9/8c on PBS.

Cast & Characters: Audiences will be greeted by returning characters Charlotte Heywood (Rose Williams), Georgiana Lambe (Crystal Clarke), Alexander Colbourne (Ben Lloyd-Hughes), Tom Parker (Kris Marshall), Mary Parker (Kate Ashfield), Lady Denham (Anne Reid), Edward Denham (Jack Fox), Arthur Parker (Turlough Convery), and other beloved residents of the seaside resort town.

Intriguing new characters include an estranged brother for Coulbourne played by Liam Garrigan, a dare-we-say love interest for Lady D in the shape of one Rowleigh Pryce (James Bolam), and the aristocratic but not altogether trustworthy Montrose family, whose matriarch (Emma Fielding) has the sole objective of marrying off her daughter Lydia (Alice Orr-Ewing) and son Harry (Edward Davis).

#sanditon #sanditon spoilers #sanditon press releases #sanditon s3 #charlotte heywood #georgiana lambe #alexander colbourne #samuel colbourne

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kiscon · 2 years

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Progress Report #5 (Program Survey!!!)

Save the dates:

KiScon 2022 (entirely online): 4-6 November

Deadline for program booklet submissions: 1 October Deadline for goodie bag submissions: 1 October Deadline for art show / auction submissions: 1 October Deadline for vidshow submissions: 10 October Deadline for cake contest submissions: 1 November

Upcoming KiScord Pub Nights: 17 September, 3 p.m. EDT 1 October, 5 p.m. EDT 15 October, 3 p.m. EDT 29 October, 5 p.m. EDT

Dear K/S friends,

Greetings! We hope you've had a great summer, and we especially hope you are well and unharmed by a certain pesky virus. (It made the rounds in the concom, unfortunately, which is also why there was no newsletter in August.)

And now it's September, pumpkin spice is in and on everything, and we are back with our newsletter/progress report. The countdown on the KiScon website informs us that the con is in fewer than 60 days, and it's high time to address a few important points.

1. Upcoming deadlines:

The zine deadline is now in the past, but there are so many other deadlines in the very near future!

a. Program booklet:

If you have a dealer membership and want us to include information on your fannish business (including links to your Etsy, Bigcartel, website, etc.) in the program booklet ("con book"), please get in touch asap! We offer you this advertising space as part of your membership, but we require your input for this no later than 1 October!

The same deadline applies for anything you want us to include in the con book, e.g. announcements of fic fests, fannish events, zine projects, promoting of fannish spaces and communities. Please send your submissions to larissa @ kiscon . org!

b. Goodie bag: Let's fill the digital goodie bag for our attendees! We've already talked about this in the 2nd progress report, but here's the gist: Anything that can be downloaded and shared digitally is fair game as long as it has a creative or transformative element (which simply means: no episode or movie files, no unaltered stills or publicity photos)! Here are some suggestions to get those creative juices flowing:

Want to make a podfic or filk or mixtape/playlist for the con bag? Have some cool Trek-themed crochet or sewing patterns that you would like to share? An awesome desktop or phone wallpaper or digital stickers/badges/icons that members can then use on their social media? Maybe a cool recipe for K/S cookies or a lovely manip? A link to your amazing Star Trek picrew maker? Colouring pages or printable paper dolls? Send your goodies to larissa @ kiscon . org until 1 October, please.

c. Art show / auction: We talked at length about this in the last newsletter; please see the details there. Again, 1 October is the deadline, and the relevant contact email (both for submissions and any and all questions) is: artshow @ kiscon . org. d. Vidshow: Send us your creations, lovely vidders! Deadline for vid submission (preferably by Dropbox or similar download link): 10 October, to larissa @ kiscon . org. Please use the form on the KiScon website for giving us the details (title, length, etc.) on your vids.

Premieres of all genres: these are vids that have not been published on the Internet or distributed on DVDs/tapes yet (we are lenient if the vid has been shown at a convention in the past, as long as it is not available anywhere). Vids created in or after 2020 (and unpublished) are eligible for our competition.

Classics of all genres: vids that showcase the history and rich variety of K/S and Star Trek vidding from the late 1970s to the 2010s.

Fun & danceable song vids for our Disco Night & Sing-a-Long (Saturday night): exactly what it says on the tin – upbeat vids suitable for singing along and dancing the night away!

For more details, please see the 2nd progress report. This seems also like a good opportunity to mention that there are (physical) prizes for the winners of our competitions. K/S notebooks and badges and many other delightful items are waiting for you.

2. Program Survey (open until 30 September): Which tropes are your all-time favourite? How has the portrayal of the K/S relationship changed over the years? What is the future of K/S fandom? Explore these topics and many more in our panels and discussions! We've collected your suggestions and also brainstormed many more topics, and now it's time for you to vote! This survey is meant for already registered attendees or those who plan to register for the con. Please let us know which online panels and activities you would like to see and attend at KiScon (this is not a fixed registration for individual panels, just a survey to better tailor the program to your interests!), and whether you would like to moderate/present one or more. The titles are not final – if you claim a panel and have a better title in mind, do let us know. There are a few activities (e.g. vid shows, opening ceremony, cosplay etc.) that are a fixture at KiScon, and therefore they are not part of this survey. If there is more than one mod offer per panel, we'll get you in touch with each other. If you do not see your must-have panel on this survey and think that Spock will be sad without it, please add it in the comment field at the end of the survey. Not all panels and activities will make it into the program – as much we would love a week-long con, we sadly only have a weekend. For all questions, panel tech requests, etc. – please use the comment field. Panels will be held via Zoom; if you want to offer an activity but are unsure whether you can pull it off online or whether you might need something beyond Zoom's infrastructure (e.g. for an interactive game), just drop us a line in the comment field at the end of the survey. We are happy to hear any and all ideas, and we will do our best to find solutions that work for all. Big thanks to all of you!

3. Demographic and Feedback Survey: Lillian created this survey to help the concom get a better feel of the needs and specifics of our community. Important: There are a few questions that are optional (e.g. age, gender, how did you get into K/S etc.) and if you do not want to answer them, this is totally fine. The key questions pertain to the convention itself – are there any access needs or technical barriers we should be aware of, how well informed do you feel about KiScon activities, what can we do better, etc.

We are not going to share the responses with anyone outside of the concom, and the data will only be stored until the end of the convention. 4. Pub Night Shenanigans: The last Pub Nights at the "KiScord" (KiScon Discord server) were great fun and we were excited to see/hear both new and familiar faces/voices. Some of us opted for joining the chat with video (in T'Lara's experience this makes following the conversation much easier), and some with audio only – either is fine during Pub Night. One of our games resulted in a K/S Mixtape that you can enjoy on Spotify; listen to the songs that are quintessentially Kirk/Spock for our Pub Night members. The playlist will hopefully grow in the future. Another game led us through the alphabet, this time on the hunt for tropes / tags. A big thank-you to Lillian for compiling the tropes and creating the playlist!

(You can download a high-res pic of the trope cloud here, for easier zooming and trope exploring.)

The next Pub Nights are on: 17 September, 3 p.m. EDT 1 October, 5 p.m. EDT 15 October, 3 p.m. EDT 29 October, 5 p.m. EDT

For the October sessions, leading up to the convention, we will dedicate a part of each gathering for addressing technical questions. We'll happily explain how to use Conline, Discord, and Zoom. If you feel uneasy about the virtual framework of this year's KiScon, here's your chance to get familiar with all the tools and platforms, and Ask All The Questions. Apart from these dates, you can always reach out to us if you need more assistance (1lostone @ kiscon . org and lillian @ kiscon . org).

5. Cosplay:

Put on your awesome costumes or uniforms for our virtual Saturday night banquet and win a prize. You can take part in the cosplay competition by either showing off your costume via Zoom during the banquet or, if you are more comfortable with this, by posting your cosplay pics (recent ones, please, not from past conventions) to the dedicated Discord channel on Friday or Saturday during the convention. This channel will only be open to registered attendees.

Cosplay is also encouraged all weekend long, for any of the panels and activities; even if each one of us attends the con while sitting in our living rooms, let's do it in Trek style. Or show off your fabulous K/S and Trek tees during our Zoom sessions.

6. Where to find information & announcements:

Official website KiScon Discord server Tumblr blog Twitter Conline Facebook Group Dreamwidth

If you signed up for the newsletter only recently and want to read the issues you missed (there's plenty of useful information in them), you can find the links to the past newsletters on our website in the FAQ section.

7. Last but not least, a reminder: Sign-ups for Kirk/Spock Advent Calendar 2022 are open, and so is the creation period!

(art by Page of Wands) See all the details regarding schedule, how-to, rules here: K/S Advent Dreamwidth K/S Advent Tumblr AO3 Collection Profile for K/S Advent 2022 Signups will stay open until Friday, 30 Sep 2022, 11:59AM UTC. Let's submit All The Prompts! Also, the AO3 collection is already open for posting, should you want to get your work in early (it will stay unrevealed and in the approval queue until 1 Dec, though). You do not need to post a prompt in order to claim one, and you can also post works that are not based on a prompt. Deadline for posting is Sunday, 20 Nov 2022, 11:59AM UTC. Please see the fest's FAQs and rules for more details. Yours in K/S,

T’Lara on behalf of the KiScon concom

#kiscon #KiScon2022 #KiScon 2022 #k/s #kirk/spock #spacehusbands #spirk #james t kirk #spock #thyla #my thyla my captain #t'hy'la

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