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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 27 days ago

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Christmas Reruns 2024–Day 26: Girls’ Trip Fairytale Ending–Jen’s Tale

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Word Count: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 27 28 29 30 31

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Notes: This story is the 4th of an eventual 5 chapters of a story I wrote for the birthdays of @jrob64, @snowbellewells, and @kmomof4.

CS Genre: Season 6 fix it fic

Jen didn’t know what she expected transportation via storybook to be like, but she was delighted to discover it was something like entering a snowglobe. Snowflakes swirled around her, and she watched with delight as they landed on her arms, her shoulders, the ends of her hair. Each one was different, but each was thoroughly exquisite in its own way. She knew that most people didn’t get her love of winter and snow but it was beautiful and fascinating, and she would go on loving it despite what anyone else might say.

So engrossed was Jen in the snow swirling around her, that she barely noticed moving from her place in the cabin until the air cleared and she found herself just inside the Charming’s flat. Her eyes fell first on the tremendous, festively decorated Christmas tree in the sitting area and then the simpler evergreen wreath hanging on the inside of the door.

So it was Christmastime in her version of events? Well, why not? Wasn’t Christmas the time for magic? And she would need some heavy duty, industrial strength magic to fix the mess Isaac had made of the latter part of season 6.

“So Hook….he killed my father? Okay, that’s a little tough to process.” she heard David say from the kitchen area, and suddenly she knew just exactly where they were in the story.

She hung back for a moment, trying to figure out just the right time and the right way to intervene.

“I was hoping I didn’t have to tell you,” Emma said, sounding defeated from her perch on the breakfast bar.

“Where the hell is Hook anyway?” David asked, aggressively pacing the kitchen. “He didn’t have the guts to come tell me himself?”

If anything, Emma looked even more dejected. “There’s more. Hook, he … he left town.”

“What?” David exclaimed, finally coming to a stop and staring at his daughter in disbelief.

“We had a big fight about him hiding this, and I told him if he wasn’t ready to trust me that, that we shouldn’t talk for a while,” Emma said, “so I guess he wasn’t ready, because Leroy saw him on the docks, and he got on the Nautilus and just…sailed away.”

At this, Jen found herself shaking her head, hurrying forward to intervene.

“Emma,” she said gently, “are you sure? Are you absolutely SURE that’s what happened?”

Emma looked up, anger and pain written all over her face. She spread her hands wide. “He’s not here, is he? What am I supposed to think?”

“I know how hurt you are by all that happened,” Jen said, “but hasn’t he shown you yet that you don’t need to put up your walls to protect yourself from him? Hasn’t he proven how much he loves you?”

“Not enough to keep from hiding things from me,” she muttered.

“Kind of like how you hid the truth about the shears and your destiny as savior from him?” Jen asked, being careful to keep any hint of accusation from her tone.

“That’s….that’s different!” Emma spluttered, jumping from the counter and striding purposely toward the coat rack. “I’ve gotta get to the station. Look, whatever you or I or anyone else might think of him, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that Leroy saw him leave me. End of discussion.”

As though to punctuate her sentence, she stepped out the door and slammed it behind her. The Christmas wreath on the door fell to the floor with the violence of the action. David moved forward to replace the decoration on its perch.

“You know I’m right, don’t you David?” Jen asked.

He didn’t look at her, instead taking long moments to adjust the wreath just so on the door. Finally he turned back to face her. “She’s my daughter, Jen, and she’s hurting, and he’s the cause of it, whatever led to it. My focus has to be on helping her heal”

“But if things aren’t exactly the way they look…if maybe this is the work of a villain or something,” Jen said, “wouldn’t the ideal way to help her be to figure out the truth? And you know Killian. You know how much he loves Emma. Doesn’t he deserve the benefit of the doubt?”

David frowned, and Jen could tell her words struck a chord in him. “I suppose you’re right.”

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With another delightful swirl of snow, Jen found herself transported to the sheriff’s station where David and Emma were discussing digitizing files and the merits of busywork to help dull the pain. She decided to hang back in the shadows, watching to see how this scene played out.

“I’ve got just the thing to mend a broken heart,” Regina said happily, brushing snow off of her coat as she breezed into the station and held up a small piece of paper rolled into a scroll.

Emma eyed it warily. “Whatever spell that is, I don’t want it. I’m seriously not in the mood for magic.”

“Who said anything about magic?” Regina said unfurling the scroll which was covered in so many images of the season, it looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it. “It’s a two for one drink coupon for that new club, Aesop’s Tables. Seems they’re having a big Christmas sale. It’d be a shame to waste it!”

David stepped up, looking at the coupon and shaking his head. “Really? You think half priced liquor is the way to go.”

“I certainly do,” Regina said. “We need a ladies night out, me, Emma and Snow. We go early enough, we can get back in time for Christmas eve with the family.”

Emma looked unimpressed at the suggestion. “Remember she’s in a sleeping curse? She’s at home. Asleep.”

“Well, she doesn’t have to be asleep,” Regina said with a meaningful look at David.

“Oh come on! I just woke up!” he said. Regina gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes. “I guess she doesn’t have to be asleep.”

Emma got to her feet, clearly in no mood for any of this. “I can’t. I’m about to go on patrol, and shouldn’t you be trying to break that curse?”

Regina blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, I’m working on it, but I could use a break. We all could. I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re trying to hide it because, well, you’re Emma, but you can’t just run from this.”

Emma gave her a hard look. “I didn’t run. Hook ran, so, there’s nothing more to say.” She placed the last file on the pile in front of her with rather more force than strictly necessary, and then headed toward the door. It was abundantly clear that she was running from the conversation as much as she was heading out on rounds.

“You know,” David said speculatively as she walked out, “I’ve been thinking.”

Regina snorted, “a dangerous pastime.”

He glared at her and then went back to the topic at hand. “I’m not sure it’s true. I’m not sure Hook really DID run,” he finished.

“Well he’s not here, is he?” she asked, gesturing around the office to make her point. “Seems your daughter has some reason to think he skipped town.”

“Leroy,” David said.

“I beg your pardon?” Regina said.

“Leroy’s her reason,” David said. “He apparently saw Hook on the docks, told Emma something about Hook getting on the Nautilus and sailing away.”

Regina tutted derisively. “Leroy? Emma’s just going on the word of that gossip girl?”

David shrugged. “You know how hard it is for Emma to trust, how closely she guards her heart. She’s hurting, but you and I both know Hook. That man isn’t capable of loving by half measures. It doesn’t make sense that he’d decide he doesn’t trust her and just….cut his losses and skip town.”

Jen nodded in satisfaction. That’s the David she knew, rather than the clueless one Isaac wrote, the one who was ready to believe the worst of Killian at the slightest provocation.

“I guess you have a point there,” Regina conceded, “and we do have a psychopath running around trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe it’s time to give the pirate the benefit of the doubt.”

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With another swirl of snow, Jen found herself in the sitting room of Emma’s house. She smiled as she saw the tall Christmas tree in the corner, bedecked with lights and garland and all manner of hook, swan, storybook and Disney character ornaments.

The smile slid from her face as she spied Emma and Henry sitting together at opposite ends of the sofa. Henry played on his phone, earbuds in place while Emma slowly, gently placed Hook’s possessions in his chest. She hesitated as she reached Liam’s ring hanging from its chain. She held it close, looking down at it, the tears coming to her eyes in spite of herself.

Beside her, Henry seemed to notice her distress. He pulled the earbuds from his ears. “Mom, you okay?”

Emma took a deep breath and decisively placed the ring in the trunk and closed the lid. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. “I have to be,” she added under her breath. “Henry, can you take this out to the shed later?”

Henry nodded. “Yeah, whatever you want.”

That was it? That was all Henry had to say on the matter? Clearly it was time for Jen to intervene again.

“Take a moment to think about this Emma, Henry,” Jen said. “Look at what’s sitting before you. Hook’s chest, filled with all his most prized possessions. If he was going to leave you, why would he leave all of that behind?”

Jen saw a small glimmer of hope dawn in Emma’s eye, but just as quickly it disappeared. “I don’t know, but I’ve already told you. I have to face the facts. Holding on to false hope only hurts worse.”

Beside her, Henry furled his brow. “Jen’s got a point, mom,” he said, Jen nodded in satisfaction. Maybe the Truest Believer was ready to work his (metaphorical) magic once more. “Killian spent two hundred years trying to avenge my grandma Milah. Once he loves someone, he loves them forever.”

There was that tiny spark of hope in her eyes once more. It lasted longer this time before it faded. “But sometimes love is not enough. Seems that’s the case with Hook.”

“Mom, he literally went to hell for you,” Henry said. “You two were proven True Love. When Zeus wanted to send Killian to his ultimate reward–to the place he truly belonged–he sent him back to you. You really think he gave all of that up over an argument?”

Emma took a moment to think this over and seemed to be on the verge of responding when there was a brisk knock on the door, and a moment later David and Regina strolled in.

“Regina…what the hell?” Emma asked, getting to her feet.

“Your Charming father and I have been talking,” Regina said, “and we’ve come to the conclusion that you’re being an idiot.”

“I’d like to point out for the record, that that is not the conclusion I came to,” David said with an exasperated glare in the direction of his step-mother-in-law. “I said that I thought your pain might be clouding your judgment.”

“Technicalities,” Regina said with a wave of the hand.

Emma rolled her eyes. “As much as I’m enjoying the bickering at my expense,” she drawled, “is there a point to your visit?”

“We were thinking,” David said, stepping forward. “How many times in this town has a villain screwed with things and made circumstances seem different than they are in order to despirit the heroes and further their plan? How can we be sure Gideon didn’t, I don’t know, do something to make Killian leave?”

There was that hope in Emma’s eyes once more, and this time it stubbornly refused to fade. “Do you really think that could be the case?” she asked.

“Of course!” Henry said, “and we know what Gideon’s trying to do! He’s trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support before the final battle! It would be just like him to get rid of Killian, her true love.”

“But…” Emma said, starting to protest once more, but far more weakly this time.

“Emma he’s your True Love, and that’s a special kind of magic,” David said, placing his hands on her arms. “Don’t you at least owe him–and yourself–trying to figure out for sure?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Emma said, “but how? Forget why he left. We don’t even know where he went.”

Jen stepped up, looking at Regina. “It’s Christmas time. Surely there’s some sort of…I don’t know…enchanted Christmas ornament ro something that can help us out.”

“I don’t know about an ornament,” Regina said slowly, “but there is the legend of the Christmas wreath.”

“What legend is that, mom?” Henry asked.

“Well the evergreen wreath is a symbol of everlasting love, right?” Regina asked. “You know, evergreens never shedding their green needles, the circle the symbol of that with no beginning or end, all of that?”

Emma shrugged.

“Well, apparently, at Christmastime, the wreath has a special, even greater magic,” Regina says. “The magic of the season enhances its True Love properties, and, in short, if someone is True Love, it’s said they will be able to see their True Love in it, assuming they adorn it with something meaningful belonging to said True Love.”

“One problem,” Emma said. “I don’t have a wreath.”

“But Grandma and Grandpa do!” Henry said excitedly. “They made it together and it’s on their door! That could work, couldn’t it?”

Regina groaned. “Given how utterly sickening their True Love is, I’d say a wreath they lovingly made together might be the perfect option.”

“And as for something meaningful to Killian,” Emma said, reaching into the trunk and grasping Liam’s ring, “I’ve got the perfect thing.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” David asked with a broad smile. “Let’s get back to the loft!”

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“I don’t see anything,” Emma said dejectedly several minutes later.

Regina had poofed them directly to the loft, and Emma had wasted no time in draping Liam’s ring over her parents’ wreath before staring into the center of it.

“You have to believe, Emma,” Regina said, “truly believe in the strength and everlasting nature of your love. You need to put all doubts from your mind.”

Emma took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked back through the center of the wreath. She gasped, hearing him before she saw him.

“Emma? Emma are you there? I didn’t mean to leave. I was on my way back to you and Gideon, he sent me away.”

Slowly the picture began to emerge from within the wreath. Killian seemed to be in some exotic place, a place in the desert. If Emma wasn’t mistaken, he was standing beside…was that Ariel?...and he was speaking into what looked like a seashell.

“Seems he’s trying to communicate via ‘shell’ phone,” David grinned. Regina groaned and Emma shushed them both, concentrating on what she was hearing from the wreath…or shell…or whatever the hell was happening.

“I would never leave you. Emma. He wanted me out of the way, and I love you. I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m trying to get home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

Tears of relief filled Emma’s eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. “Killian?” she answered.

Through the wreath, she saw him start and look down in wonder at the shell in his hand. “Emma? You’re there?”

“I’m here,” she said tearfully. “I hear you. I love you too!”

“I’m trying desperately to get home to you,” he said. “Christmas is tomorrow, and I couldn’t bear to spend it without you. Do you have any suggestions?”

Emma looked around at Regina. “Anything more to that wreath legend?” she asked. “Can it, like, transport someone?”

“Well,” Regina said slowly, “I suppose it’s possible, if he could find a wreath of his own and something of yours to tether them together. Maybe the wreath could bring him home.”

“Are you there, love?” Killian asked.

“He can’t hear you?” Emma asked Regina.

She shrugged. “Well he’s not my True Love.”

Emma rolled her eyes before telling Killian what Regina had just conveyed to her. It was a matter of just a moment to get everything arranged. As luck would have it, Ariel had, among her tremendous collection of random things, a Christmas wreath, and Killian was able to tether it to Emma’s by adding her engagement ring to its boughs.

There was a flash of Christmas lights, and then he was there, back in the room with them.

Jen held her breath, knowing what was coming, thrilled at the prospect of being a witness to it. She pulled back to give them a bit of privacy, even if she had no intention of withdrawing entirely from a scene of such great importance to her very favorite fictional couple.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” Killian said, taking her hand. “I should have told you what I did to your grandfather all those years ago, and I should never, never have even considered running away.

Jen noticed the tears in Emma’s eyes, her watery smile as she looked up at him. “It’s okay. I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to tell me the truth. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She turned away, trying to pull him with her, but he held his ground. “No,” he said, “no, there’s something I have to do before I get pushed into another portal and this time, I’m gonna do it the right way.”

Killian reached into his jacket pocket, wincing with the pain the movement caused his bruised body. He pulled out the engagement ring and Jen noticed how brilliantly it shown in the light of the Christmas tree behind them.

“Swan,” he continued "I know that you face an uncertain future, but there’s one thing I want you to be certain of–that I will always, always be by your side.” He sunk to one knee gazing up at her with every ounce of the love and adoration he felt for her. “So, Emma Swan, what do you say? Will you marry me?”

While normally not nearly as exuberant as Krystal, it was only with great difficulty that Jen restrained herself from squealing. The scene had been beautiful and romantic when she’d watched it on her TV screen–multiple times–but being there, in person–there were no words.

And then when Emma got to her knees beside him, took his face in her hands, gave him her yes and then kissed him tenderly, there was no way Jen could have held back her ecstatic sigh.

Neither Emma nor Killian, who were thoroughly engrossed with each other and cocooned in their love nor anyone else in the room heard or noticed as the snow swirled one last time to transport Jen back to the cabin.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#cs fanfiction #cs christmas reruns #girls' trip fairytale ending #jen's tale #my fanfiction

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chidoroki · 1 year ago

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182 Days of TPN - Day 172

Chapter 172: "Free"

Oh, Peter's about to fall alright but it ain't gonna be graceful. Also, so silly of him to think that a knife would be enough to kill Emma. The girl survived being stabbed by Leuvis for fuck's sake, the hell is a small blade gonna do? Ain't no way the boys would even let him get close enough to do any sort of damage to Emma either.

As much as I hate him, that slight pause he takes before he breaks out into that stupid, over-exaggerated grin is hilarious.

I love that Emma responds just as passionately as Gillian did at the start of the flashback, showing us how real her feelings are and that she's not just saying this to appease everyone. So many people (within the story and among readers) believe Emma to be this kind and generous soul and while it's completely true that she has a heart of gold, she's also capable of harboring such negative emotions. She's just real good about not always acting upon them.

This whole page is full of pain and I don't wanna dwell on it long since it'll only upset me, but damn, these kids are gonna need some therapy once they reach the human world.

She wants the killing to stop so badly that she'll even hold back on any more violence and I love her so much for it. Of course I wouldn't want her to experience such depressing emotions either. Our girl deserves to be happy and free!

I think of Nigel's words so often, honestly. Also, a rare moment that Ray & Ayshe share a panel. Literally the only reason why I wanted included that row of everyone. Just to look at 'em.

Emma is absolutely a dreamer and we adore her for it. Seriously, you gotta be so strong to be this optimistic while living in such a cruel world. Being soft ain't bad either, she's just got lots of feelings! And it's great how often the kids bring up doing everything they can so they won't have any regrets. I really gotta start living by that idea. & that panel of surprised Emma & Ray is so precious.

Okay my Isabella bias it totally jumping in here but I wouldn't necessarily call her or the other moms & sisters weak. If they gave up their lives at the gate when they were shipped, then maybe, but those ladies fought so hard during their caretaker training to stay alive, ya know? Sure they might not have taken any chances to change how the world works, but with how much they feared for their own lives, I wouldn't blame them. I get where Emma might be coming from though, such as being weak in terms of following the orders of the farm system. But yeah, no one really had control over their own lives in this world with fear being such a prominent force behind everyone's actions.

Kinda amazing how many Emma Ratri fics and fanarts have resulted from this one panel by simply existing.

I dunno about that, honey. Yeah Peter cries after James' death, but he seemed perfectly fine giving the order to the clan to kill his brother anyway.

Favorite panel/moment:

It fills me with great joy seeing the boys continue to protect Emma throughout this long conversation. Probably the only reason why Peter held his hands up the entire chapter despite Emma lowering her weapon and eventually dropping it on the ground.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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pyrokineticwarrior · 11 months ago

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"Dev?" Emma stood in the doorway of the break room where Devlin had - again - sneaked some paperwork inside. "It's getting late. I'm ready to go, but--I'm just a girl by myself. I'm not walking home alone this time of day." She paused for a good moment to let those words sink in. "Can you take me home?"

Devlin looked up from his paperwork, a hint of surprise on his face as he realized he had been caught. He quickly gathered the papers and stashed them away before responding to the cute receptionist.

"Sure, Emma. I was just finishing up here anyway," Devlin replied, standing up from his seat and grinning happily. "I'll be glad to walk you home. Safety first, right?"

He grabbed his jacket and followed Emma out of the break room, making sure to lock the door behind them. Devlin didn't think this was just an excuse, like how he worked there as an excuse to be around her more. He really did step up and protect people when he sees that they needed it, and now Emma needed his protection. As they walked through the office, Devlin glanced around to ensure everything was in order before leaving for the day.

"So, how was your day?" Devlin asked, trying to lighten the mood. "Anything interesting happen while I was buried in paperwork?"

@worldofsenelfy

#worldofsenelfy #threads; devlin/emma #/yiss

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corinneecrivaine · 1 year ago

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SAPPHIC ROMANCE FANFIC

THE DAY YOU HEALED MY SOUL

Main characters Kit and Jade (Willow TV Show)

Parallele Universe

Part 5

Titre : NEW WINDS

Co-writer : Elodie DragonMystic

Kit was both excited and nervous; it had been a few years since she'd last worked as a barmaid. As she entered the restaurant, the bewitching aroma of the kitchen filled the air. Jade, welcoming as usual, came to meet her.

- Ready for the first day ? she asked

- Yes, but I haven't been in the business for three years. Kit replied, trying to hide her nervousness, her fingers discreetly brushing the edge of the counter.

Scorpia came out of the kitchen and joined them. "Hello, here's the cocktail menu and in this notebook designed by our mother, you'll find the different ingredients used. If you need anything, don't hesitate." She declared confidently, frowning slightly, before returning to the kitchen.

Kit couldn't help joking to dispel her anxiety about the first days of a new job and the coldness between them. "Good, General." she murmured.

She stood behind the counter, anxious, feeling Jade's soothing gaze.

- Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry." she assured him, offering him a comforting smile.

Melissa arrived just then, "My darlings, I'm so proud of all of you. You're going to make this restaurant magical." she declared tenderly.

Kit felt a sense of gratitude and encouragement at these kind words, offering her a little more serenity.

During the first few hours of service, Jade would stand by her side, helping her master the preparation of cocktails while sharing anecdotes. Every time their hands brushed or their eyes met, Kit felt overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions. Jade's gestures were fluid and assured, but every time she touched her, a spark of electricity ran through her body. These shared moments were both enjoyable and confusing for Kit. She tried to stay focused on preparing the cocktails in order to dissipate this growing inner tension.

For her part, while organizing the utensils, a concerned Scorpia kept a watchful eye on the budding relationship between the two young women. Melissa, busy supervising the preparation of the dishes, couldn't help smiling at her daughter's protective demeanor. "They seem to be adapting well to each other," she said in a gentle voice.

- I don't know, Mom. I don't want Jade to get hurt again.

Melissa put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Sweet heart, Kit seems like a beautiful person. Look how your sister glows. Give her a chance. Don't be too hard on her."

Scorpia nodded slightly and frowned "I'll keep an eye on them anyway."

She resumed her work, continuing to cast occasional brief glances towards the counter. When she felt they were too close, she opened the kitchen door and discreetly waved in Jade's direction.

"I must go. My sister's waiting for me in the kitchen to serve. But if you need anything, I'm not far away." she added,

As Jade walked away, Kit's nervousness gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of calm.

As the day progressed, Kit felt his anxiety gradually dissipate, exchanging knowing smiles with Jade.

The restaurant was buzzing with laughter and lively conversation, fragrant with the culinary smells emanating from the kitchens. This atmosphere took her back three years, to a time when she was working in a pub to serve a clientele of university students and finance her studies.

*******

The nostalgia of this memory was both warm and melancholy.

That evening, the atmosphere seemed to be peaceful, until the arrival of a group of four friends, including Emma, who had come to celebrate her birthday.

"Girls, this is my party! Let's have some fun! The cocktails are on me." she exclaimed, beaming and full of energy.

The moment she entered the pub, her presence lit up the atmosphere with her joyful laughter, which mingled with the ambience. Kit was immediately captivated by the sweetness of her voice and her mischievous gaze. She couldn't take her eyes off the graceful figure, dressed in jeans and a bustier, which highlighted her natural beauty. As her friends settled in, the young woman approached the bar. A dazzling smile lit up her face, captivating Kit's gaze as she tried not to feel unsettled.

- Hi! Can I have your most special cocktail to celebrate my birthday ?

- Sure, I think I've got just the thing. Kit replied, with a mixture of nervousness and enthusiasm.

As she prepared her drink, she couldn't help but sneak glances at Emma, who occasionally turned to her impatient friends.

- Here's your birthday cocktail.

The young woman took the glass, her sparkling eyes meeting Kit's, a spark of complicity emerging between them, revealing reserved emotions.

- Thanks, Kit. It looks delicious.

She raised the glass to her lips, gazing languorously at her interlocutor. The drink was both soft and sweet.

- Wow, that's excellent. Can you make three more for my friends ?

- I'll bring them to you.

Emma returned to her group of friends. As she sat down, one of them teased her, "I think you've made a real impression on her." For her part, Kit was fascinated by the way she radiated happiness and drew people around her.

The evening unfolded in an atmosphere of cocktails, laughter and lively discussion, to the musical beat of a local rock band. In the midst of this festive atmosphere, the two young women exchanged a fleeting, even shy, smile, an invitation to share this fleeting moment of complicity.

Time had passed quickly and the evening was drawing to a close. Before leaving the pub, Emma approached the counter. "Your cocktail was really delicious. I'm Emma, by the way."

Kit felt her heart skip a beat, "I'm so glad you liked it. I'm Kit."

A glint of excitement shone in Emma's eyes as she walked away with her friends. A shy smile played on Kit's lips as she murmured, "Maybe I'll see you soon."

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"Kit, are you okay? You seem out of it." Jade asked, noticing the distant expression on her friend's face.

The young woman blinked, returning to the present moment, smiling sadly. "All's well. Thanks, Jade. It's just memories resurfacing."

Jade sensed the complexity of her friend's emotions, "Memories can be both sweet and heartbreaking."

Much more than just memories, Kit had felt that Emma had walked through the doors of this restaurant to find her. "I thought that by coming to The Brigthly Stars Island, I might find some semblance of inner peace, but instead, this place keeps rekindling my far too deep pain." She murmured, letting out her pent-up emotions.

- Sometimes places that seem to be refuges become mirrors of our sorrows.

The morning was drawing to a close. The last customers had finished their meal and were about to leave the restaurant. In a burst of joy and excitement, Jade, her face beaming, grabbed Kit's hand, "Bravo, all the customers seemed delighted, even our regulars." The young woman, caught off guard by this friendly gesture, folded her fingers so as not to graze Jade's. "Thank you, Jade, for your support."

Melissa approached the counter, a benevolent smile on her face, accompanied by Scorpia. "I'm delighted with the work you've done this morning. She winked at Scorpia, "Good job. That's not all, but I need to clean the kitchen."

A few hours later, Jade joined Kit sitting by the beach, holding her itinerary tightly like a precious treasure.

"May I ?" Jade asked softly.

Kit looked at her furtively, "Yes."

She sat down beside her, preferring silence so as not to rush her or hurt her with words that might be awkward, her eyes fixed on the ocean.

A brief moment passed, thus, in an understanding and respectful silence, before Kit finally spoke. "This itinerary is all I have left as a link with Emma."

- Emma lives inside you, in every heartbeat, every breath, every memory.

Kit smiled discreetly, touched by her friend's empathy.

Jade stood up, "Come with me."

- What ?

- Come with me.

- Are you going to take me to one of your secret places ?

- Oh no, much more than that, I'm going to lead you to my dream.

Jade led Kit to the fishing port, a completely atypical place where the colorful boats, each uniquely designed and painted, seemed to sway on the crystal-clear waters. Each boat was adorned with symbols, protective signs, carefully placed by the island's fishermen to honor the mystical spirits of the sea.

Sunlight bathed the place in a soft golden glow. As they moved forward, a sea breeze caressed Kit's face, carrying with it a light scent of salt. The turquoise waters sparkled like a shower of tiny diamonds.

The soft murmur of the waves whispered tales of distant lands and forgotten legends in Kit's ear.

Each little hut had its own unique charm, its own little touch of magic, each standing like a rainbow wall.

Jade stopped in front of a medium-sized sailboat dancing on the shimmering waters of the harbor, seemingly straight out of an enchanted fairy tale. Its pure white hull, smooth and polished, was adorned with wave-like patterns and floral designs that came to life under the caresses of the sun's rays. The silvery sails resembled light feathers, ready to unfurl and vibrate in the breeze. Decorated with stars, each one containing a piece of magic shimmering beneath its brilliance.

"This is my dream." Jade murmured with a touch of emotion in her voice. Every word carried her aspirations.

- It's magnificent.

- Come on, let's go aboard.

Kit had just entered a veritable enchantment, intoxicated by the smell of wood. She walked among sculptures of mythical sea creatures, mermaids and nymphs, ready to awaken at any moment.

- Did you carve all these figures ?

- With my father. Come on, I'll show you around.

It was magnificent, and she could feel the softness of the wood as she placed her hand on the shiny banister. The young woman discovered a cabin, with walls adorned with marine animals - dolphins, seahorses, starfish - lit by a soft orange lantern casting a warm glow. The bed faced a window offering a superb panoramic view of the ocean. She was dazzled by this sailboat, which seemed to be inhabited by Jade's magic and dreams, ready to take her on marvellous adventures at the whim of the winds.

- It's incredible! It's like entering a magical world. You've put so much passion into every detail.

- It's not over yet, I still have more to do. I want this boat to reflect adventure and freedom.

The two young women now stood at the stern of the sailboat, admiring the sunset reflected on the ocean, creating a warm, romantic atmosphere. Seeking respite from her inner pain, Kit allowed herself to be drawn into the growing complicity with Jade. Jade, noticing a subtle change in her friend's expression, gently suggested, "You know, you could join me on this adventure, make this boat even more beautiful than it is."

Kit gently turned her gaze towards her, disconcerted "Ho... I... Jade, I…"

Seeing that his proposal had confused her, she pulled herself together, "I mean, you could think about it."

She smiled discreetly. Suddenly, Jade delicately took her hand, gently caressing the bandage. Surprised, Kit wanted to pull it away, but the way her friend was holding it prevented her from doing so.

- Do you want to talk about it ?

Kit's eyes turned away, staring at the orange horizon, reluctant to share this trying stage of her life, but Jade's sincere affection urged her to speak up: "They're just painful memories. Emma was convinced that coming here would allow me to mend this scar. Unfortunately, some scars can't be fixed."

Without a word, the young woman hugged her, eager to ease the weight of her grief. Reluctant at first, Kit eventually relented to the comforting embrace. She clung to Jade as if to absorb all the comfort she was offering and closed her eyes, savoring this intimate exchange, letting the pain of the past temporarily fade away. Jade's embrace brought Kit a brief moment of sweetness in her troubled world. Feeling the warmth of this friendship had shaken the shell she'd built around her grief. The waves rocked the sailboat as if to soothe them together and strengthen their embrace.

When they parted, Kit was a little lost between the pleasant moment that had brought her a little affection and the emotion of betrayal towards Emma's memory, like an infidelity to have found comfort in the arms of another.

Jade's tender gaze brought her back to reality, breaking the flow of her thoughts,

"We've got to get back to the restaurant."

The young woman nodded silently.

By late evening, as Kit made her way home, emotions were swirling inside her. It had been an exhausting day, but Melissa's warmth and Jade's embrace had brought her a tenderness she thought she'd never experience again.

She sat on the edge of the bed, lit by the subdued light of a bedside lamp. She carefully removed a photo of Emma from the shell of her cell phone. Despite the photo's wear, Emma's smile was as radiant as ever. Kit placed it beside her, grabbed her notebook, in which every page mirrored her innermost thoughts, and began to write a fictitious letter to the love of her life. Her eyes went from her words to the photo.

"My dear, sweet Emma,

Here I sit, surrounded by the memories that unite us. How I wish I could hear your voice, your laughter, cherish you, share every moment on this island by your side. This place, which for you was supposed to bring me comfort, continues to carry the weight of this pain that still haunts me.

Today, I let myself be carried away by this new emotion that only increases when I'm in Jade's presence. I never thought I could feel this way about anyone else. Sometimes I feel as if I'm betraying you by sharing my sorrows with Jade and giving in to her affection.

She's full of tenderness and understanding that gives me a little respite and helps me to let go of this suffering. I feel torn between my love for you and this new encounter.

It's so difficult because every smile I exchange, every moment I share with Jade pushes me to let go a little more of my pain and my past. Every moment spent with her is a painful reminder of my internal dilemma.

It frightens me, because I refuse to lose you forever, I refuse to forget you. I want to keep you preciously in my heart. You hold a place in my heart that no one else can take.

I love you."

She fell asleep, Emma's photo against her heart.

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dream-meister-translations · 2 years ago

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MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 3 PART 4

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Every day since coming to the Primus Club, the main floor of the casino had been packed wall to wall with customers. EMMA : (…It seems like they get a lot of business…So far we haven't found anything fishy…We really need to do something quickly…) NAVI : Master~ Let's play~ EMMA : No, Navi! You have to stay in the key for now. EVAN : This place is like a sea of human desires. I don't like it. EMMA : Even more reason to stay in the key. EVAN : What did you just say to me!? EMMA : Nothing!

HIMMEL : Do humans come here with the dream of getting rich quick? These people smell of gloom and perdition…I can feel their dreams dying…Happiness so fleeting…All that is left is sorrow….

EMMA : Are you okay, Himmel? MATEO : Hey! Is Sion here? EMMA : He's not around, sorry Mateo. Do you guys sense any trouble here? NAVI : I sense restlessness… I'm not sure what to call it…It's strange… EMMA : Is that the presence of another Black Fairy? NAVI : I don't know. All the other Black Fairies are feeling it too…

?? : Hey, what are you doing out here? EMMA : Everyone hide! Hearing a sudden voice, I rushed to hide behind the nearest pillar. Eavesdropping on the conversation going on. YMIR : Come with me. I'll upset the girls if I am late. GRANDFLAIR : Why must I come to work with you? YMIR : Because, you look like you have a strong arm. You will make a splendid bodyguard. You see, many people have grudges against me. They're always complaining about how I steal their girls, when I'm simply trying to do my job.

YMIR : People are the worst. GRANDFLAIR : …… YMIR : On top of that, there has already been a lot of commotion today. GRANDFLAIR : Commotion?

YMIR : You might be new here, but don't play stupid. You know that this casino is owned by a dangerous underground organization. GRANDFLAIR : I'm not sure what you're talking about.

YMIR : Haha, you don't have to lie to me. It's common knowledge here in Graveland. According to my information, that nefarious organization has been smuggling in a lot of illegal things as of late. Dangerous things. YMIR : That is why everyone is so on edge. Even I am scared. I don't want my perfect face to be mangled, that's why I need you to protect me. YMIR : Oh, my apologies. Was that insensitive? Your scars look wonderful on you! It just wouldn't suit my brand. How did you get them anyway? Did you go to war? If so, why did you retire? GRANDFLAIR : I retired for a variety of reasons. YMIR : Ah, I see. I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry. As I listened in on their conversation I couldn't help but fixate on the part about smuggling in illegal things. Could they be talking about the gun? Before I could think much on it, another voice echoed through the hallway. LEN : Why do I gotta take care of the little shit!? SION : Who are you calling a little shit? At this rate I won't learn anything. Sheesh…This guy is worse at teaching than Est. LEN : What the hell did you say?

CAMUS : Len, Sion's position is on the billiard floor. That is your area. If anyone is going to teach him, it should be you. LEN : Well I don't wanna! Get someone else to do it! CAMUS : It is part of your job as a member of Primus Club to ensure these newcomers are not accidentally exposed to danger. I won't tolerate any dereliction of duty. LEN : Ha! What are you gettin' all pissy about? That's not like you. CAMUS : ……… LEN : Whatever has crawled up your ass, don't take it out on me. You might be the Bloody Lady's former executive, but no matter how much you slap me around, I ain't gonna do it. CAMUS : Len, do I need to sanction you? LEN : Ugh! Fine! I get it! I'll take care of this little shit! CAMUS : Does this seem like a good arrangement for you? SION : Yes. I'm sure I can learn a lot from this little shit. LEN : HEY! I'm not a little shit! EMMA : (The Bloody Lady's former executive, huh? So he left the Bloody Lady to become a manager of Primus Club?) As I thought about it, I suddenly heard someone's footsteps and looked up to see Seven standing there, staring at me.

SEVEN : ……….. EMMA : Seven! What are you doing here?

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ITSUKI : Emma and the others infiltrated the Primus Club four days ago…I'm getting a little worried. I hope they will be alright. ITSUKI : I could easily serve customers, I wonder why they didn't bring us along? CROW : They said that we would mess up and cause too much trouble. NOAH : I don't understand. I could do it. CROW : Nope! They said you would mess it up too. NOAH : I will be king one day. I can deal with some pesky humans. CROW : I think you kinda just proved their point. KAI : I don't get it. If Sion can do it, I can do it even better! ITSUKI : By the way, has anyone seen Rouge? NOAH : Don't worry about that idiot. KAI : Idiot? That's a little harsh, isn't it? CROW : Anyway, we should continue to gather intel on the Bloody Lady from outside. MAN IN BLACK : Hey, you assholes, take us to the Bloody Lady. CROW : Hmm?

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sylusjinwoon · 2 years ago

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cigarette flavored kisses.

shinichiro sano x fem.reader

you always hated working the night shift at this diner, especially on a saturday night. it was always so loud, especially when these wannabe gangs kept coming in.

despite it all, you did your best to serve the customers and save up some money going from paycheck to paycheck. sometimes, the boys would get a little too handsy, but you kept your lips sealed shut as per your boss's own advice.

"just serve 'em with a smile. they're our regulars and regulars always have a special spot here."

god how you wished you could just disappear, or better yet, find a more decent job that paid just as well. but alas, you couldn't find any other alternatives, nor could you afford to.

which was why you were currently so miserable at the moment.

during the later portion of your shift, a customer kept pestering you while you waited tables. he had his eyes set on you since the moment he walked in, and he just couldn't take the hint.

you even resorted to making up a story about how you had a boyfriend that was going to kick his ass if he didn't stop, yet still- he persisted. even going as far as to follow you when you left work after your shift ended, keeping you pinned against him and the wall behind you.

"come on, give ol' me a chance. there's no way you gotta boyfriend if you're working like this. i can support you, babe, me and my crew own this city. you don't even have to worry about a damn thing!"

"i told you, i have a boyfriend and he will kill you if he sees you flirting with me! just let me go, already!"

a deep voice calls out your name, catching your attention. coming towards you was a young man you frequently saw eating at the diner. sometimes, he came with his little brother and sister, always behaving so achingly sweet while in their company.

he steps closer, and you could see his dark eyes and pale skin as a cigarette hung from his lips. he takes a drag from it while grabbing a hold of your harasser's shirt, succeeding in pulling him off of you as he takes out the burning tip of the cigarette against the man's shirt.

"shit, s-sano, t-take it easy man, i didn't think she was yours- oof!" the tall man punches the harasser in his face before taking a protective stance in front of you. "you trying to take my woman away from me?"

"n-no man, i swear, had i known she belonged to you, i wouldn't have- i'm sorry okay?!" it's then that he finally takes the hint, bolting away while leaving you alone with the man simply known as sano.

only when he disappears does the tall man let out a string of curses, holding on to the hand that he had used to punch your harasser away. the sight of his tough guy act quickly melting away makes you giggle a bit, causing sano to grimace.

"h-hey, are you okay? did that asshole hurt you or anything?"

you shake your head, gently taking a hold of his arm as you decided to lead him back to your apartment to help with healing his bruised hand. "no, but you certainly got hurt."

he groans, "no fair, it hurts my ego seeing a pretty girl laughing at me when i just wanted to defend her."

"and you did your job perfectly well, if i may say so myself." you slide your grip down from his arm to take a hold of his hand. it felt warm in yours, and you found yourself not wanting to let him go. there was a sweetness about sano that you couldn't deny, and it absolutely drew you into him.

"how did you know my name, anyways?" you ask him, staring directly into his dark eyes. he blushes a bit at your question, even managing to turn red from beneath the lamplight as he coughs and points down at your name tag still secured to the front of your work uniform.

"o-oh, right." you felt stupid for not realizing how your name tag was still on, but his soft whisper manages to make you feel better when he admits, "i like coming to that diner just to see you. mikey and emma keep pushing me to ask you out, but i always end up losing my nerves and gettin' tongue tied around you."

his confession was way more than you could ever ask for, feeling your own cheeks become heated in response. shutting your eyes momentarily, you let out a sigh before telling him, "you should have asked me out. only a fool would reject you, mr. sano."

it's then that he stops walking, with his tall form now standing in front of you. he frames at your face with his uninjured hand, thumb caressing almost lovingly against your bottom lip. "shinichiro."

"huh?"

"call me shinichiro." his touch was still so soft against your skin, and his features were so beautiful to you that you found it difficult to look away from him. you were both mesmerized by each other, remaining completely silent until he suddenly blurts out "can i kiss you?"

with a stiff nod, you allow shinichiro to adjust his hold on you before leaning down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. it was a little awkward, but soon enough, his lips found a rhythm against yours, slanting perfectly against them as he kissed you with a fervor you had never felt before.

your first ever kiss tasted of coffee and cigarettes, and you found yourself not minding the fact that you had managed to capture the heart of this soft delinquent.

a.n. - here's another update bc reading these latest chapter for tokyo revengers makes me realize i may be a shinichiro sano girl after all.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro sano x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #sano shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x you #.stories

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untitled-document-95 · 3 years ago

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A Challenge For Us All (defending jacob/andy barber x daughter!reader)

Summary: No part of life following Jacob’s accusation has been easy, but when y/n experiences a heartbreak, Andy and Jacob are by her side.

Warnings: a breakup, fighting/arguing, mentions of murder

Requested: No, one I’ve pulled from my Google Docs

A/N: y/n obvi = your name, y/n/n = your nickname, y/m/n = your middle name, there used to be an OC’s name in here, forgive me if I miss any

The evening sun was finally beginning to set. The stadium was still alive with the hoots and cheers of Newton fans, proud and giddy over a win at the first football game of the year. It was hot, since it was still August. Y/n tried to do all she could to soak it in. It was her first and last football game until after her brother’s trial - an event that had been looming all summer and was now upon them, just a few days away. It could be her last football game ever. If, God forbid, her brother were to be found guilty, she’d lose cheerleading forever. As heartbreaking as that would be, she didn’t care. She’d give up cheerleading any day if it meant keeping her baby brother safe. At least her coach had fought with the athletic director, principal, and parents of other cheerleaders, to let her stay on the squad this long.

Y/n slung her glittery royal blue cheer backpack over her shoulder and made for the boy’s locker rooms. She waited outside as players began to drift out. They were all damp - some from showers, some still from sweat. Finally, Ty emerged. Ty, her boyfriend, the one person who didn’t look at y/n with suspicion or pity. She waved timidly.

He walked over to her, unsure of where to start, how to begin. How do you tell the girl you love so much that you can’t be with her anymore? Ty knew his words, no matter how gentle, were going to destroy her.

“Hey,” Y/n said. Right about now was when Ty would normally slip his arm around her waist and lean in for a short kiss. He was alluring and mature like that, which Y/n liked. She couldn’t stand those couples that were all over each other in public, especially at school. When Ty didn’t go in for his usual greeting, worry immediately washed over Y/n’s face, though her smile attempted to mask it.

“Is everything okay?” Y/n asked after a moment of silence.

“No. Uh, y/n, listen…” Spit it out, you jerk, Ty thought. “My parents don’t want us to be together anymore.” The words struck Y/n like she’d just waltzed into an iron pole. Her stomach lurched and her blood seemed to thin. She knew her face was turning bright red as tears gathered in her chest and made their way to her eyes. She pursed her lips, trying to abate the tears for as long as possible. Not here, not now, she told herself. Not in front of all these people, though no one seemed to be paying any attention to them.

“Why would you tell me that, right here, right now?” she choked. Her tears were now brimming, unable to be restrained.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I-” Ty began, but she cut him off.

“No,” she commanded. “You’re just doing what you have to do, to protect yourself, right?” Tears began to spill. Her tone told Ty that the words, however true, were like poison coming from her mouth. That was exactly what his parents had said. They assumed everything about Ty’s future would be on the line if he continued to fraternize with the older sister of the accused murderer, though Ty’s parents pointedly left off the word “accused”.

“Y/n I-”

“It’s fine,” she shrugged, putting on a show of manufactured cheeriness, her red eyes and tears the only evidence of the sadness behind her anger. “I get it, really. I’ll leave you alone. Wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious.”

“Of what?” Ty asks, turning to watch her walk away. She turns but keeps walking backwards.

“Exactly.”

There’s an awkward silence during the car ride home. Emma managed to wipe the last of her tears (for now, anyway) before getting in Andy’s Audi. She knew her eyes were probably red and her nose was stuffed up, but she figured appearing calm would at least let her get safely away from the football stadium, maybe even up to her bedroom to be alone.

If only she were that lucky. Her dad had barely put the car in park before speaking.

“Go change and then come downstairs, please.” She nodded and went inside, her father not far behind her. Her mother noticed right away. She always noticed; you couldn’t hide the tell-tale signs of crying from Laurie Barber. She’d had too much experience dealing with crying, upset children. Y/n said nothing as she walked by so fast Laurie barely had time to decide what to say to her. Laurie looked at Andy as he shut the door behind him. They communicated in only looks, hers saying What the heck is going on? and his saying Don’t question it yet, I’ve got it.

“I told her to go change and come right back down,” Andy said. He gripped the edge of the counter and Laurie set down her mug of tea to busy herself with making her daughter a cup. The tea bag is still steeping when Y/n comes down the stairs, her hair still up but now sans hairbow. She wore a soft, slouchy tee shirt and a pair of running shorts.

“Sit down, honey,” Andy told his daughter, though the girl standing in front of him was nothing like the Y/N Y/M/N Barber he’d known a year ago. Y/n sat on the kitchen bar chair closest to her parents.

“What happened?” he asked. Y/n licked her lips and trained her eyes on the ground. Tears began to well in her eyes again. She wasn’t just angry and upset. She was scared; scared to tell her parents that another person was gone from their lives as a result of Jacob’s accusation. It would rip them apart. They were already so distraught that Jacob couldn’t go to school or play baseball. They didn’t need this on their plates as well.

“Is it something with cheerleading?” Laurie asked. Y/n shook her head.

“A friend? Did someone say or do something?” Andy added. Y/n sat still.

“Y/n, we can’t-”

“Ty broke up with me.” Y/n’s words rushed out, desperate to stop her father from the “we can’t help if we don’t know” speech.

“What? Why? What did he say?” Laurie interrogated.

“He, he said he just didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore.” Y/n shrugged.

“You’re lying,” Andy stated matter-of-factly.

“Andy!”

“No, she’s lying. I’m an attorney, y/n/n. Did you think you could get a lie past me?” Andy sympathetically reaches his hand out and rests it on her cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly. Y/n’s whole body becomes racked with sobs, unable to hide her pure anguish any longer. Ty hadn’t just been a boyfriend. He’d been her best friend. She took a risk dating him. She knew if things didn’t end well, she’d lose a boyfriend and her best friend. She had no idea it could ever come crashing down like this.

Andy envelops her, pulling her into his chest. He wanted nothing more than to be able to hold her until the pain stopped, until she could be her old self again. Andy feared she would never be her old self ever again.

“Ty did break up with you, but that wasn’t his reason, was it?” Y/n shook her head.

“Was it because of me?” Andy let go of Y/n so she could turn her head toward the source of the question. Jacob stood on the bottom step. Y/n tried to sit up straighter, look more brave than she felt. She took being the big, brave older sister very seriously.

“It’s not your fault, Jake. You didn’t do anything wrong. People are just…”

“So it was because of me.”

“Jake, don’t-” Y/n began, cut off by the pounding of Jacob’s feet on the stairs, retreating back to his room. She slid off the chair and raced after him. She couldn’t let him blame himself for her failed relationship.

“Jake! Y/n!” Andy called.

“Let them work it out for a few minutes.” Andy took a deep breath and stayed where he was.

Y/n hadn’t caught up with Jacob before he slammed his bedroom door shut. He hadn’t locked it, so she let herself inside and locked the door behind her. She didn’t want her parents right now and she knew Jake didn’t either. Jacob sat on his bed. Jacob never made noise when he cried. Tears just spilled, like they were right then. Y/n sat next to him.

“Jake. Please. This is not your fault.” Y/n pleaded.

“Yes, it is. If I had just-”

“Just what?” Y/n asked. “Not tried to see if your classmate was okay? Not gotten into arguments with him when he was a jerk to you? You had no idea any of this would- could, even happen. So stop blaming yourself.” The siblings looked in one another’s eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay, Jake.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I can’t. All I can promise is that I’m by your side no matter what.” Y/n took her brother's hand and interlaced their fingers. It had been a long time since they’d been so affectionate with one another. As little kids they were always hugging and kissing, but that had worn off years ago. With nothing much else left to say, they sat in silence for a few minutes. Their breaths evened out, their shudders and sniffles quieting. A few more minutes passed. Y/n stood and unlocked the door, waving for Jacob to follow her. She hadn’t eaten dinner, after all, and now that her grief was somewhat subdued, hunger was setting in. Andy and Laurie were both surprised and relieved when their children came down the stairs, seemingly happy. It seemed it would be the last time they would see them like that for days.

#Chris evans #Chris evans x reader #Chris evans x daughter #Chris evans x daughter!reader #defending jacob #Andy barber #Jacob barber #Andy barber x reader #Andy barber x daughter!reader #Jacob barber x sister #Jacob barber x sister!reader #x reader #xdaughter!reader #x daughter #x sister #x sister!reader

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wordsandupstead · 3 years ago

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Chapter 4 - Parental Rights Terminated

In this chapter ... Hailey can’t ignore a gut feeling, so she asks Platt for a favor. One sentence changes everything.

Previous Chapter // Masterlist

Hailey knows she should just let it go. Emma may have drawn in Jay right away by being a reminder of his sister, but now it's Hailey who can’t stop thinking about the teenager. After she stayed the night at Hailey’s and they dropped her off at her foster home, Hailey has had an uneasy feeling about the entire situation.

A whole week passes, Jay doesn’t bring up Emma, so Hailey doesn’t either, but she finds herself wondering everyday if they did the right thing. Hailey hopes that she’s safe, hopes that she’s okay. She knows that despite the tough exterior, she is still just a kid, and she needs someone to protect her.

Hailey considered calling her social worker by contacting the group home, but she knows that she made the promise not to. And despite being able to justify it, she doesn’t want to break what little trust Emma might have in them.

“Good morning, Sarge.” Hailey says with a smile, leaning on the front desk.

Trudy eyes her warily, “What is it, Upton?

“You know someone at DCFS, right?”

“Maybe, why?”

“I need to see a file.”

“Is it for a case?” Hailey doesn’t answer, so Platt shakes her head, “You know I can’t do that.”

“Please Sarge, I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important. Remember when I was just a kid sitting behind your desk all night? I needed help, and you inspired me to become a cop. I just need to check on a girl we met at a group home call last month. A girl that might have been me had things gone a little differently.”

Trudy stares at Hailey for a few seconds, her hardened expression never changing. “What’s her name?”

A smile spreads across Hailey’s face. “You’re the best, Sarge. Her name is Emma Drier.”

“I trust your gut, Upton.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Hailey says before pushing away from the desk while Platt just shakes her head at the blonde girl running up the steps toward the bullpen.

Nearly a week later, Platt calls Hailey over to her desk when she arrives at work. “You didn’t get this from me.” Platt tells her as she drops a thick manilla folder on the desk between them. As soon as Hailey sees it, she already knows what it is. She thanks Platt, her heart beating heavily in her chest as she climbs the steps toward the bullpen feeling the weight of the folder in her hands.

As she arrives upstairs, the usual chatter is already in full swing until Voight interrupts and then they’re presenting a case. The folder has to wait, and Hailey doesn’t find time to open it until later that afternoon.

She skims the top few pages, court documents, reports, contact information for Emma’s latest placement, its all there. Everything Hailey could possibly need to know to help her and to find out how she got into this situation and how to help her get out. Hailey skims through the last six years and sees placement after placement. It looks like Emma hasn’t been in the same home for more than six months. Hailey’s heart breaks, just reading reports of what she’s been through. She hasn’t even reached the section explaining the reason for her entrance into foster care at age 10 when Jay’s voice cuts through her thoughts, “Hailey? Hey, Hailey!”

“Yeah, what?” She questions looking up. She was so absorbed in skimming through all of this information that she forgot she was at work for a moment.

“Can I borrow a pen?” He has a smirk on his face, knowing how much it irritates her when he takes her pens.

“Seriously? You never give them back?”

“I don’t have any. I just need to write something down real quick.”

“Yeah its because you never put them back. Thats why you don’t have any.” She mumbles, but she takes a pen, and tosses it across their desks at him.

He catches it easily before looking at her curiously, “What are you reading anyway?”

She takes the top stack of stapled papers she was reading and wordlessly passes the rest of the papers in the manilla folder to him. Even though she didn’t tell him about asking Trudy for the info, she never intended to keep it from him.

He reads the name on the top of the first paper in the folder, and his eyes immediately widen. “Where did you get this?” He whispers.

“Platt.”

“Why?” He can’t help but wonder.

Hailey shrugs, not having a full answer. She just had a gut feeling. “I wanted to make sure she was okay. I wanted to look into her foster family, just in case.”

Jay barely listens to Hailey’s answer to his question He’s already scanning through the pages, flipping without fully reading. Even though he won’t admit it to himself, he knows he is looking for anything between the years of 2003 and 2008. He remembers Emma saying she was put into foster care when she was ten, but he needs to see it for himself. The top pages contain a ton of information from the past few years but it takes some time to for him to flip far enough back.

He reaches the section detailing her being removed from her family in 2013. He skims it, wanting to spare himself the details. He keeps skimming and keeps skipping until something catches his eye and he stops scanning and reads the sentence three times before the information really sinks in.

Patrick Halstead parental rights terminated March 7, 2008.

He drops the papers onto his desk, and he’s out of his seat and halfway to the locker room before he even realizes it. He can’t breathe. He can’t think. He paces back and forth in the locker room until Hailey appears, wondering why he stormed out.

“Jay! What is it? What’s going on?”

Jay forces himself to take a few deep breaths and sit down before finally responding, “Emma’s my sister.”

“What? Are you sure?” Hailey responds in disbelief. She remembers the night Jay told her he had a sister, remembers that he had mentioned she would have been around Emma’s age and that Emma reminded him a lot of his mom. But Hailey also remembers Emma herself said she entered the foster system at ten, much older than Jay said his sister was adopted. Emma also mentioned having a little brother, and that her name was Emma, not Madeleine. The more that Hailey turns these facts around in her mind, the more she can see them being explained.

“Go look at the papers, it's all there. My dad’s name, losing parental rights…” Jay is pointing back toward the bullpen. She can tell he’s breathing hard just from the shock of it all, his eyes are wide and frantic.

Hailey starts walking back toward the bullpen, and Jay calls after her, “Wait where are you going?” As though he didn’t just tell her to go look at the papers he left in there.

“To get the file and to tell Voight you’re puking your guts out and I’m taking you home.” She responds, leaving no room for argument, although Jay doesn’t have the energy to argue anyway.

He drops his head into his hands. He feels like he might actually be sick. Hailey returns, what feels like only seconds later, but Jay knows it must have been at least a few minutes. She gently holds his arm, leading him out to the parking garage and he follows.

“I have to call Will.” Are the only words that fall from his mouth the entire drive. Hailey just says okay, but Jay doesn’t make a move to call his brother.

By the time they reach Jay’s apartment, he’s thought of everything, every moment, the two times he’s seen Emma with no idea that she was his sister, “I have to get her. Let’s go pick her up right now. That asshole left her out in the cold.” All of the anger he had felt for Emma that night comes rushing back a hundred fold. Everything suddenly makes sense, yet nothing makes sense at the same time.

“Not so fast,” Hailey responds, “We already broke so many rules. We have to do this the right way if we want it to work out.”

Jay doesn’t miss the use of we, and he’s grateful to know that he has Hailey to depend on. They balance each other out and call each other out. When one of them isn’t thinking straight, they can always trust their partner will have their back.

“What do we do?” Jay asks, needing something concrete.

“We’ll read the file and call the social worker.” Hailey says, immediately switching into planning mode, calm under pressure, it’s what makes her a good detective.

Jay takes a seat on the couch and Hailey sits next to him. He opens the manilla folder and finds the paper he had read last. He holds it up to Hailey so she can read the words with her own eyes. She takes that paper from him and he grabs the next one in the stack.

These papers are dating way back to 2007, when DCFS first got involved. Jay tries, he really tries to read it, but he can’t. He’s only five sentences in, but he can’t do it. Threat of physical abuse and neglect by father Patrick Halstead toward minor child Madeleine Halstead confirmed. Physical abuse and neglect by father Patrick Halstead toward minor child confirmed.

Jay drops the papers on the coffee table, leaning back and closing his eyes tightly as if he could unlearn these pieces of information. Jay always knew something had happened. He knew kids don’t just get taken away and put up for adoption over nothing, but he never knew what exactly happened, and it’s a little late to admit now that maybe he didn’t really want to know.

His dad never wanted to talk about what happened, and it made Jay feel so angry at his father whenever the topic of the adoption came up, so he stopped talking to his dad about her altogether. Jay’s relationship was never really good with his dad, but he knows Maddy being put up for adoption was really the end of any relationship they could have had. Pat died a year ago, so even though Jay has so many more questions now, he’s not around to answer them anymore.

Hailey reads through the papers even though Jay has stopped. She’s trying to understand how all of this happened, how Emma was adopted and then put back into the system. Jay’s not looking at the papers anymore. He pulls out his phone, calling Will.

“Hey Jay, sorry I can’t really talk, Kass has a work event so I have to get the kids to bed on my own.”

“Will, I found our sister.” Jay says, disregarding Will’s original statement that he was unable to talk. Jay’s met by silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, he hears a muffled, “Jackson, please put your pajamas on.” Then more silence and shuffling on the other end before Will finally speaks, “What do you mean? Did she contact you? Where does she live?”

“Not exactly.” Jay takes a deep breath, condensing the story as much as possible. “I met her at a call to a group home, and then she called me to pick her up from her foster home a month later, but I didn’t know she was Maddy until today because Hailey got her DCFS records pulled and thats how we found out. Her names Emma now.”

“Is she okay?” Will questions, clearly struggling to take in this new information.

How does he answer that question. Jay feels Hailey shift on the couch next to him and realizes she’s moving closer. She can only hear his side of the conversation, but she can tell he needs support. The truth is, her being here with him is probably the only thing keeping him from collapsing in tears or shouting in anger or running out and doing something he might regret later. His emotions are everywhere and she is somehow grounding him.

“She’s not in a great situation.” Jay tells the truth.

“She’s not adopted? I thought she was adopted when she was taken away from dad.”

“She was adopted, I think.” Jay looks at Hailey who’s staring back at him.

He gives a questioning look, and Hailey speaks up, “She was adopted when she was five, but she was put back in foster care at ten, and she wasn’t adopted again. She’s been in foster care ever since.”

“Who’s there with you?” Will questions.

“It’s Hailey, my partner.” Jay clarifies, “Did you hear her.”

“Yeah, she got put back into foster care. How come we weren’t notified. We could have done something.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ve got to talk to Kass, but maybe we can work something out. I don’t know how it would work going across state lines and all that.” Will says, probably thinking aloud.

“I’m going to take her, I want her to live with me.” Jay says without really thinking.

“You really think they’ll let you take her? You’re a single dude, who doesn’t have anything but beer in his fridge,” He knows Will doesn’t say this to hurt him, but it stings a little, even though Jay knows it’s true.

He can’t help but look toward Hailey when he hears Will say this. “Well at least I’m in Chicago. And I don’t think they’re allowed to discriminate based on relationship status anymore.”

“Well if it doesn’t work out, I can probably take her, but I have to talk to Kass. I don’t know Jay, I know she’s our sister and all but if she’s back in the foster system and no one adopted her, maybe there’s a reason for that.”

“What are you trying to say, Will?” Jay says, feeling anger bubbling beneath the surface at the way Will is speaking about his sister.

“Nothing,” He says, quickly back peddling, “With work and the kids I’m not sure I’ll be able to come down right away.”

“Don’t worry.” Jay catches the hardness in his voice, but he can’t help it. “I just thought you’d want to know I found our sister.”

“I did. I’m glad, Jay, I am. But I really do have to go now. They turn into monsters after eight pm.” He says, referring to his kids.

“Tell them I say hi.”

“I will, bye Jay.”

“Bye.” He ends the call, and takes a deep breath before turning his attention to Hailey, who is still sitting mere inches away from him. This realization causes his breath to catch for a moment before he reminds himself to breath again. Hailey puts her hand on Jay’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

“You’re doing the right thing, Jay. And I think you’ll be really good with her.” She says, an encouraging smile on her face.

“Thanks.” He responds, but he doesn’t even try to fake a smile.

Next chapter

I think a lot of you already saw this coming, but yes Emma is Jay’s little sister. I’ve been really excited to post this chapter. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

#Jay Halstead #Hailey Upton #Upstead #jay halstead fanfic #jay halstead fanfiction #hailey upton fanfic #upstead fanfiction #upstead fanfic #unsteady

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. “Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

—

tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 25: Girls' Trip Fairytale Ending--Jen's Tale

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