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The Friday Fan day is small this week! I’ve been out of town and enjoying some relaxation away from Social Media and technology...

Here’s my favorite FICS I’ve compiled over the last few weeks below the cut... Happy reading!

A/N: I wrote this while on holiday in Amsterdam and It’s still a WIP but I figured it’s been a while since I updated this series and my dash has been silent for a while. So to keep my blog from going obsolete while I drown under deadlines and piles of work... here’s a teaser:

Catch Up Here!

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You made your way through the busy offices of the Bulletin. The room was buzzing with life. Employees in middle-class dress smart work clothes hovered around from desk to desk. Some had files in hand while others typed away brutally at the old computer keys. The atmosphere was electric… productive. 

As a kid, your father had spent many hours dealing with interviews and alike, but always in the comfort and security of his own home. He always liked having the high ground, made reposters feel uneasy in unwelcome spaces. Except for one reporter, Ben Urich. You had been barely out of your teen years when you had watched through ajar doors as your Father lost his iron-clad composure after being accused of something malicious by the straight-shooting reporter. You had never seen anyone rattle your Father to that extent. Ben Urich had gained your respect at that moment, and it wasn't until this very moment that you realised it.

"Can I help you?" asked a balding man with a salt and pepper beard and drooping eyes. He was cleaning his glasses using his tie as he stood like a man of authority next to a door labelled:  'EDITOR' with a nameplate written: 'Mitchel Ellison'.

"Mitchel Ellison, I presume?"

"Just Ellison," he extended his hand once his glasses were fixed back onto his face. You shook it. "Still haven't answered my question." He said plainly.

"Ah, yes sorry. My name is Y/N Y/L/N." He raised a brow at the mention of your last name. He recognised you then.

"Ah, the elusive heiress to Armistice Security," he said knowingly.

"Since he and I don't share the same last name, I'm inclined to correct you on that front. I have no affiliations with Armistice Security," You said rather harshly.

You shouldn't have been surprised. Your Father was Carl Kurogawa, CEO and founder of one of the leading military contracting companies. The press loved him and after Henry's death… well, more and more people were digging into your family's history. That's one of the reasons you legally changed your last name to your Mother's maiden name.

"If that were true you'd have sold your shares a long time ago," he retorted quickly. No doubt Ellison had a hard time trusting people, but at least he called things as he saw them.

You sighed, "I'm here to see Karen Page. I called earlier about giving her an exclusive."

"What about?"

You smirked, "Sorry, that's privileged information. You'll just have to find out about it in the editorial room." Ellison huffed lazily, you amused him a little.

"Her office is right through there," He pointed down the hall and to the right.

"Thank you." You smiled flatly.

You knocked on the door with sign covered by masking tape with the name Karen P. written on it. It was obscuring the nameplate of whoever owned this office space before her.

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Chapter will be up soon!

Five more things let's do this!

Hot chocolate or hot soup on a very cold day 🍜

When my dog curls on my lap

Manicure and skincare routines 💅

Workout routines with dumbbells (it means I'm getting stronger 💪🏼)

Online shopping! (from time to time ofc)

The devil: I used to be scared af of thunderstorms when I was living in Mexico. In Chile (my country) thunderstorms usually happen in the mountains, and I live far away from them so all I hear is a faint thunder in the distance, but when I was living in Mexico I cried all night because the storm was directly above my roof and I used to thought that only happened in movies 🤣

The tower: 🖤BLACK🖤 Now is summer so I can't wear it as much as I want to (I'm dark, not stupid 😂), now I'm wearing lighter colors but I try to compensate by wearing patterns I like, like roses or skulls.

The star: Never. I tried to learn how to read tarot cards in my teen days, I don't know if that counts 😅