#ayaz ates

[amescastaignede]

Amélie📱Ayaz

Amélie: Are you avaliable for a chat? Amélie: I've got some things I want to ask you.

[keremdogulu]

FOR: @ayaz--ates WHERE: Italian Food Festival. Ext. Camden Canal.

Avoiding Nevra had been one thing, but dodging Ayaz proved far more challenging. London may've been small, but on days like this, it felt even smaller. Three times he'd spotted him, each time turning on his heel and stalking off in the opposite direction. This time, however, there was no escape. The crowd parted, leaving them staring directly at each other. The unusually beautiful weather in London had been a blessing, but seeing Ayaz's face was like bringing the rain.

Work was work, but Berat...he couldn't keep thinking about it for fear of what he might do once he hit a certain point, falling over the threshold he currently held onto. Kerem huffed a silent sigh, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he finally bit the bullet and closed the distance.

"Ayaz."

[ayda--demir]

Not Guaranteed Tomorrow Oct 6, 2023 @ayaz--ates

There was a numbness that had taken over Ayda, one that she knew wouldn't last long, shock ridden with the news of Mr. Aksoy refusing treatment. The fact that in a matter of time she would lose another that meant so much to her, it gnawed at her.

She had opened the top of the shoe box that was given to her, not sure if she was ready to see what of her past laid within, but it was envelope with Ayaz' name that caught her attention. Slender fingers plucked it out, placing the top back on. She turned it over in her hands a few times, letting out a sigh.

Needing the fresh air, she grabbed the metro to head over to his flat with the envelope stuffed in her coat pocket. Her mind raced to what might be inside. What did Mrs. Aksoy have to say to him? Curiosity was eating at her, but she would never invade someone's privacy like that. It was between them.

She could have text or called Ayaz about it, arrange to meet up, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to face people yet. He would definitely ask questions and she wasn't sure about what answers she could give; not ready to acknowledge that they were gone.

The businesswoman managed to get into the building as someone was leaving, making her way up to his floor. Standing outside of his door, she pulls the out the envelope and slides it under his door, turning to walk down the hall and disappearing down the stairs before he would have a chance to catch her if he was home.

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Inside the envelope is the necklace that he gave Mrs. Aksoy to give back to Ayda and a picture of teenage Ayaz standing with Mrs. Aksoy.

Dearest Ayaz, We tend to carry around a burden which does not belong to us. You were exposed to too much at such a young age that you need to be reminded that you do not have to pay for your family's mistakes. Your path is what you make of it. Always remember that. Gökçe Aksoy

[emine--yalaz]

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NAME: Traitor

RINGTONE: Standard

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT SENT:  N/A

[amescastaignede]

Amélie: I'm so glad to hear! At least I haven't got to worry anymore. Ah, you know me, I'm fine. Just plodding along really. Amélie: Yes, that'd be amazing. Just let me know whens is best for you. Amélie: Unless I'm working, I tend to have an open-ish schedule. My diary is pretty quiet this upcoming month. Amélie: Wow, that makes me sound so grown up. A fucking schedule and a diary!!

Ayaz: Yeah, I'm all good. Are you? Ayaz: Sorry for the radio silence. Work has been pretty hectic. Enough that I'll probably have to rain check any coffees right now. Ayaz: Soon, though, all right?

[jordana-velasquez]

text | @ayaz--ates @franciscovidal

Jordana: I just saw the news. Jordana: Let me know if I need to go check on anyone.

[amaroadriana]

Text | Ayaz & Adri

Adriana: I didn't want to go look for you, so I'm going to disturb you like this. Adriana: As you're going with the youngest Rutherford, you should know that she's pregnant. Adriana: Engaged and pregnant with a man she met barely six months ago. Adriana: Old man, too. Adriana: She texted the whole fam, even dad, in one gc to inform us about the egagement. Adriana: And I just caught her puking her guts out and she fessed up she is preggo. Adriana: She said only Connie and her grandpa politician knows, which i think thats lies. Adriana: Anyway, I've cut things off with her just now because I've had enough. Adriana: All her life all she did was complain how excluded she was, and yet all she's ever done - was use her socialite status and complain - doing /nothing/ for our family. Adriana: I'm absolutely done so I thought you should know. Adriana: love u x

[leylayilmazx]

Text || Ayaz

[12 missed calls] Leyla: What are the TWI saying? What do they mean?

[franciscovidal]

Text || Ayaz & Henry

Vidal: Can we have a gathering and try and do some kind of process of elimination? Vidal: Because this very much feels like participating in your own murder. Vidal: x

[msmelissalin]

texting - ayaz.

Melissa: I need you to teach me about self-defence. Melissa: When are you free?

[ceceliaahathaway]

@ayaz--ates​ ​ Event: Mistletoe 2022 | Canon (you heard that right, ladies and gents). Dated: 11th of December, 2022 Location: Harrods, London. 

If there was one thing that Cece loved just as much as her own blood (a short list, mind you), it was Harrods at Christmas time. ‘cause as much as her daughters love to tease her about it, the blonde was actually proud to call herself, ‘a basic Christmas loving bitch’ though, she did disagree with them on that last part. That word was left for Russian women who continued to betray their own kind. BUT, now was not the time for any of that. now was the time for Christmas candles, holly and tasteful (yes, none of those obviously made out of plastic ones) garlands. Where to even begin? 

She walked inside. The sweet aromas of plum, black currents and other festive fruits filled the air. She made a note to visit Harrods candle section on her way out. She had plans to be here for awhile and although she really wanted to stock up in the house fragrance department she also didn’t want to spend her entire morning carting around boxes of heavy candles either. Forgoing the tantalising section for now, Cece headed upstairs where the women’s fashion department dominated. Ah.. home sweet home. 

Her hand trailed across various outfits as she weaved her way through the mannequins. Was she after anything in particular? Not really. But, she did have three daughters she needed to buy various gifts for and even though they all agreed this year they’d make donations to their favorite charities for one another instead, the mother still felt the temptation to treat them for all their kindness and hard work throughout the year. 

After finally settling on three nice jackets.. the kind that would definitely have her girls noticed by anyone subscribed to good taste magazine, the blonde made her way up to the counter to wait her turn in line. She didn’t mind waiting. It was the Christmas season after all and she knew it was to be expected. But, after checking her watch for what... the sixth time?!? For fuck sake. Cece had decided, that whoever was currently serving at the counter needed to call for backup  or realise that she wasn’t getting paid to flirt with the customers... pronto. “Uh, excuse me.. excuse me.. do you mind ringing these up for me quickly. I've got other things I need to get done today. Plus, I’m sure you this man wouldn’t mind taking your number, so you can continue this chat after your shift is over.” Of course that’s when she made the grave mistake of turning and making eye contact with the object of store clerk’s desires.. you have to be shitting me.  

“You!” It was all she could say. Her thoughts too occupied right now to form any other words. God, she needed to seek out time today to go to confession. ‘Cause whatever she’d done. Whatever sin she’d committed was serious enough for her to attract the attention of an actual living demon. “Are you following me?” It seemed reasonable enough. London was a big city after all and she hadn’t taken him as the kind of guy to shop at Harrods. 

[amescastaignede]

FOR: @ayaz--ates WHEN: 23rd of February, 2024. WHERE: Barbican Centre - Pre-auction.

"Ayaz," Amélie said, catching sight of him from her peripheral as nerves erupted in her stomach when she realized she'd stopped her conversation in the middle. She'd wanted out for some time. She didn't like...this. Socialising. Pretending to want to talk when a book called her name. Still, offering a small apologetic smile, she dipped the first chance she got.

"You come expecting to spend thousands, or were you dragged along for work?" She whispered as if they were conspirators.

[keremdogulu]

Kerem 📱Ayaz

Kerem: Are you available to talk in person anytime soon about some things in Haringey? Kerem: lmk.

[ayda--demir]

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NAME: Ayaz

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT SENT:  txt: *sends a picture of the funeral service for Mr and Mrs Aksoy*

[lararutherford]

@ayaz--ates [text]

Lara: Don't do anything stupid. Lara: Definitely don't put yourself in harm's way for anybody who doesn't deserve it. Lara: I'll demote you to whatever position fields complaints from the Turks. And make you wear Gucci.

[henrygarcia]

@ayaz--ates

"It's probably cold by now, but I didn't know what you could eat here so." Henry slid a box of takeout he had gotten before they made their way to Guildford.

"Just wanted to thank you again for getting Lara to Diana's the other day," he said in earnest. Though Henry had been honestly frustrated his own attempts to contact his girlfriend went unanswered yet she reached out to Ayaz so easily, he knew that the man was one of the few people Lara trusted, trusted her life with. Henry could find some comfort that he could rely upon Ayaz to look out for her. That he could rely upon Ayaz because there were few of them who understood that responsibility.

"My troubles should not have been your troubles. I know you got a lot on your plate recently." Henry had heard about what happened in Haringey, what Ayaz had discovered. Keeping on top of things had made Ayaz busy and more recluse. "If you need anything, know I owe you one."