EMINE YALAZ.

23 Years old. Turkish TURKISH GANG OF HARINGEY ; RUTHERFORDS. ''The problem with fairy tales is they tell you that there's a happy ever after--- you never actually see one.''

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eleanor--shipley​:

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Why did London always pick the days she forgot her umbrella to absolutely down pour? 

Eleanor stood in the doorway of the studio, glancing between the time on her phone and the rain outside. Her original plan had been to just walk to her next appointment, but there was no way in hell that was happening now. It didn’t take long to pull up Uber and request a ride…..that wasn’t getting there for 20 minutes and would only pick her up down the street. She breathed in and out, pulled her coat over her head, and took off running down the street, only stopping when she reached the relative shelter of an overhang. Breathing deeply once more, Eleanor offered a smile to the other poor soul seeking refuge.

“Don’t you just absolutely love the weather here?”

-

The city was doused in thick rain, falling harshly and unforgivingly. She had only meant to linger in the city for a short while. Time was of the essence. Kerem had things he needed doing and th constant buzzing of her phone only told her he’d become annoyed, eventually. She’d always been bad at keeping time, waltzing into things when she felt like it and, more often than not receiving a lecture about the importance of being places when she said she would.

She still didn’t listen, often picking her nails and sneering. 

The voice caused her head to turn; her face a picture of pure boredom. Had she thought she was there to chit chat about things such as the weather? Emine practically scoffed, unable to stop the roll of her eyes. She’d never been the most friendly person, it just wasn’t in her DNA. Her phone buzzed again, only a second passed before it signalled another message. 

She groaned. 

‘‘I love being a drowned rat.’‘ She said with no amusement, flatly. ‘‘It’s my favorite thing to do and then have to speak to strangers about it makes my life all the more interesting.’‘ Each word was like a knife. The smile she offered was anything but pleasant. 

‘‘You?’‘ Although the question wasn’t really asked to be answered. 

[emineyalaz]

texting - leyla.

Emine: [ inserts photo ]

Emine: I'm feeling on top of the worlddddd.

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varden-lefebvre​:

It was rare she got to spend time with her father given the nature of his job, and even rarer that he wasn’t so paranoid about her safety it didn’t suck the fun out of things. But tonight, he was chilled out, she was drinking wine without judgement, and this little shrimp bitch wasn’t going to ruin his mood. Sylvie stopped them both in their tracks.

Oh, you’re damn right she’d cut him off before he could respond himself. 

“Huh. So do I have a sister now, or are you just a creepy fucking weirdo?”

-

Emine couldn’t even stop herself, eyes dragging down the frame of the other one in obvious distaste, before landed upon her gaze, lifts shifting into a bittersweet smile that never reached her eyes. She’d never been good at keeping the emotions off her face, always an open book when it came to how she felt about someone or the situation she was in. Most of the time it got her into a lot of trouble, but there were other times, such as this one, where she loved it. 

‘‘Don’t worry, I’m one hundred percent not your sister.’‘ She sniggered under her breath, licking at her lips with a cockiness she’d been born with. She turned her gaze to Varden, offering him a smirk that told him nothing, but so much all at the same time. 

‘‘It’d be pretty fucking sick if I was, especially with the thoughts I had about your father last night...’‘ her voice trailed off, cocking her head to the side, her grin now feline. 

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ayda-demir​:

First Berat, now Emine. Looking back at the woman before her, Ayda hoped that her eyes were no longer red-rimmed from crying in the bathroom at a party like an idiot over her ex-boyfriend who she had broken up with… who happened to be related to this woman. Nobody was going to care about Ayda’s reasons for crying, not when they didn’t even care about why she might have ended her relationship to begin with, and she certainly didn’t need to unload that on Emine.

Despite that, a small and genuine smile formed on her face in response. She couldn’t help it. “I would say that it’s a surprise seeing you here, but I’m beginning to think everyone is here.

“I need a drink.” Or ten. “So, yes, let’s get drinks and catch up.”

Ayda stepped forward, linking her arm through Emine’s and guiding her towards the bar.

-

Emine just stared at her for an assessing moment, wondering if her time with Berat had a harsh effect on her; if it’d opened wounds that were still not yet fully healed, --- she had her own but nothing in comparison. She didn’t understand the decision that Ayda had made, but she respected it. Because she respected her, one of the few and far between, but even Emine found a softness within herself when she spoke to Ayda. Mere moments passed before she smiled again, letting it reach her eyes. She couldn’t imagine it’d been pleasant for either. She’d seen Berat not too long before, and here she stood, talking to Ayda. As if nothing had changed. 

‘‘It’s not that surprising these days.’‘ She cocked her head toward her partner, Kerem, who stood with ease speaking with a large group of males. ‘’He likes me here. I guess it’s a step up from being made to stay at home and miss all the fun.’’ She states happily, side eyeing the woman. They were linked arm in arm, heading in the direction of the bar. Berat no doubt somewhere close by, she just hoped that he wasn’t watching. 

‘‘Then ten drinks we shall have.’‘ She whispered under her breath, like gossiping girls who hadn’t managed to catch up in a long time. ‘‘I think the more surprising part is that you’re here, Ayda.’‘ Emine finally added in, approaching the bar top, kinking her brow as she jutted her hip. 

‘‘I didn’t think this was your kind of scene...’‘ 

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@varden-lefebvre​

The party had her in a different mood than anything she’d felt like in months. Laughter was effortless while stood in the company of Kerem, finding his eyes across the room when they weren’t together, a smouldering picture of tension that even she couldn’t deny, and to have the  others that she equally loved; her small, selected family; it was more fun that she’d originally anticipated. And way more than she could have hoped for.

But then again, no matter the situation, the real Emine lay just under the surface. Like a prowling monster just waiting to be let out of her cage. Her eyes found him almost instantly, her classic taunting smirk already had her feet moving. There was no way she could miss a chance to play the games that filled her with so much joy. Such sweet, torturous joy. 

She took no time to step into his path. 

‘‘Good evening, daddy.’‘ She bite, giving him a once over. 

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berat-yalaz​:

“If I’d known your jokes were always going to be so shit, I’d have had mum send you back to Turkey, second class.” Berat paused a moment, flicking her lightly right between the bloody eyebrows. “Nah, scrap that: Hermes.”

As she moved into the space beside him, he hung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a half hug. At least if she was in his grip, she wasn’t out there trying to start a fight with anyone, or everyone, who happened to look in her direction. 

“Thanks for the warning, short-ass, but you’re a bit late. I already endured that awkward run in. Feel free to warn lover boy he’s going to be carrying drunk me home later, and not drunk you. I promise I won’t make the first move.”

-

‘‘Really?’’ Emine asked with amusement etched onto her features. ‘’And you think you'd have been the one that got me to leave?’‘ She paused, arching one of her brows with a smirk tugging at the corner of her crimson painted lips. There was more behind her words, though. An edge that could have been undetactable, but she knew better than to think she could get anything past Berat; the only family she’d ever fully trusted. And she did trust him. 

‘‘I’m better than god damn Hermes, Berat.’‘ She snapped playfully. ‘‘But then again, I am never on time so I guess it’s somewhat fitting.’‘ musing, gaze once again going back to her newly manicured fingers. It was how she directed her thoughts, to appear disinterested. 

There was only one person who could have ever got her to follow that rule; and that was Kerem. She now, dumbly, deep down if he’d have begged, for some reason--- any reason, she’d have gone just to keep him happy. But she was selfish, she knew that it was in the depth of her core. She’d have lasted day before she somehow found a way back.

A way back to this life, to Berat and him. It was in her blood, had been since the moment she first found a way to yield that rage that ate at the depth of her stomach, gnawing away like it was the first meal in years. This life allowed her to harness that. 

But the words about being late urged a look of surprise, gaze finally going back to his. 

‘‘I may be short, but that’s better for hiding when required; you’re so lanky, you might as well have a big sign on your head that screams; I’m right here, come and get me.’‘ She darted a response back as quickly as she could, giggling under her breath. There was an ease being around one of the only people she felt like she could be herself.

One of the few times she wasn’t shrouded in a thin layer of ice. 

‘‘Mhm--- don’t worry, I bet Kerem will be delighted to carry you for once and not me.’‘ She snorted, the smile now present as she beckoned a laugh. ‘‘It means I’ll have to be on my best behaviour.’‘ Her eyes sparkled; something beneath thtem that she kept to herself. She was glad she didn’t have to run into her exes, but old frends, that was just as bad. 

She’d never been good at behaving. And tonight was not the night for it. Sorry Kerem. 

‘‘Shall we start the shots now, or wait until you’re heart has stopped running out your chest?’‘

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ayda-demir​:

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Networking, maybe meeting new people and establishing relationships, well… friendships, was on the agenda for the night. Nerves were getting the better of her tonight, which seemed ridiculous considering how many people she encountered on a daily basis at her own bar. She deserved a night off to try and enjoy herself. But first… make friends. At that thought, Ayda let out a gush of breath and muttered, “A drink. I need a drink.” As she did so, she spun around with the intention of solving that issue, stopping herself short of bumping into another person. “Ah, hi, lovely evening isn’t it?”

-

The music managed to edge itself under her skin; a near constant beat that reverberated through her blood, and hidden beneath the extensive flow of her chiffon turqouise bluew gown, a foot tapped against the wood of the floor. Emine had been in her usual position, eyeing those that sauntered past and caught her attention; a stare of nothing but pure intended malice. The kind that managed to hold a near permenant residence upon her cold features. She clicked her tounge at a pair walking past, gaze going from head to toe, and then back up again. Everyone whom knew her, knew clearly that she was who she was and there was no changing it. Somehow, somewhere along the line, Kerem had managed to see that part of her as attractive. For that, she was ever grateful. 

But yet, tonight, the feature was more for show. She was glad to be here with some of her people; those that she considered family. Kerem lingered close by, indulged by a conversation with old friends, and Berat was probably avoiding this very area; because, before her, lay the one person she knew who could make him feel that way.

Ayda Demir. 

‘‘Hello!’‘ Emine stated, voice laced with her own surprise, but her usual exterior melted away with the words, flashing her face into a picture of a smile, a real one. ‘‘It is just exquisted’‘ She gushed instantly, taking a moment for another scan of the room, decor oozed with elegance. 

‘‘Shall we get that drink and catch up?’‘ Emine asked. 

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@berat-yalaz​

‘‘You scrub up well, for a barbarian’‘ Emine joked, voice slick with sarcasm sliding into the space beside him as she nursed the drink in her hand. The night was crammed with every person from each organization, and even as others laughed, she could feel the tension that was undoubtedly going to rise as the night proceeded. Tonight, Emine had promised to be on her best behaviour to Kerem just before they entered..

Was it a lie? Most likely. She’d plastered the most innocent of smiles, watching her partner's shoulders relax as she’d done so. But she’d always known how to play that game. She had no intention of doung such a thing; she liked her games, so they’d remain.

‘‘Ayda is here.’‘ She mused, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lip.

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erdogan-nevra​:

The assassin clamped her hand over Rifaat’s mouth a moment too late. Friends since childhood, she’d asked him to come with her if for nothing else but moral support. She honestly hadn’t thought any of the Turkish members would show up tonight seeing that it was basically Ruthafest 2022. Clearly she’d been mistaken and seeing as he had no qualms with Emine, he’d eagerly called out to the familiar face. 

“Now you’ve just started a fight. Thanks Rif.” He shrugged, only slightly apologetic. Nevra glared at him for a second longer before turning her gaze to the younger girl. “Emine. Nice seeing you again.” It definitely was not but Nevra was not here to fight, even with her. 

-

Rifaat’s voice was the first thing she heard, but her eyes did not settle upon him first. Instantly, she felt like the caged beast within side her wanted to cackle, like a witch from a medieval story. It seemed every time she found herself without Kerem by her side, Nevra would be skulking around, up to got knows what. 

Probably betraying people who were good to her. It was her forte after all, wasn’t it?

Emine’s entire body went rigid, chin held high, while shoulders remained squared and center. She’d heard the whispers, however, when eyes of deepened brown fell upon his companion, she almost bared her teeth. 

‘‘Neva, a displeasure, as always.’‘ She mustered the best smile she could, which never reached her eyes. Her features were pulled tight, tugging at the rigidness of it all, while fingers curled and uncurled at her sides repeatedly. She was sure putting all of these people in one room was just a ticking time bomb, and if Emine went off... 

they’d regret the day she was ever born. 

‘‘However, Rifaat, I do miss that face.’‘ She quipped, showing him the only semblance of an actual human being. She could be nice...rarely. Even Emine couldn’t help it as her gaze snagged on the dress Nevra wore, giving her a once over as her perfectly plucked brow rose. 

‘‘Looks expensive.’‘ Her voice deadpanned. Yeah, from the money you took to be rid of us.

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OPEN STARTER - AFTER PARTY.

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Emine was all but perched on the arm of a plush velvet sofa, the foyer a beautiful spilling room of colour and decadence, shifting, and like music, the crinkle of the dress she wore caught her attention once again. The elegance of each person who waltzed in, however, had her internally seething with that rage of jealousy she’d always seemed to possess within her. It was rooted deep within side, like a disease it’d festered slowly.

She wished she could rip each dress off their bodies, keep them for herself. One day she’d have a collection just like it, she mused to herself, eyes glancing down to inspect her nails. Before pushing up to a standing position. She’d left Kerem somewhere, mingling, working. 

However, the sound of her name caused her to turn around. 

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Texting - Aviv

Emine: You should see the dress that Kerem brought me!

Emine: I look fucking outstanding. 

Emine: Are you dragging yourself out of your hole and attending? :-)

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Texting - Aviv.

Emine: Hiyaaaa friend.

Emine: Are you busy?

Emine: I have things to discuss.

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Texting - Vidal

Emine: Hello, Francisco.

Emine: It's Emine Yalaz.

Emine: I was wondering if you were around to talk about that chance for work?

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EMINE’S UN-VALENTINES DAY PARTY OUTFIT.  14.02.2022

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henrygarcia​:

Un-Valentine’s Day party

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It was a throwaway, Henry thought when he gave his rose. He was wise enough to know it wouldn’t lead to a match, yet to be proven correct wasn’t at all satisfying when a small part of him had hoped that maybe he’d be wrong. 

Friends and alcohol had kept him entertained in the evening so far. He could even say he was enjoying his night. Talking to strangers that found themselves in the party was more hit or miss, Henry having encountered those who were here to have a good time, others who were shocked to be there, and those who fell in between.

He had polished his latest drink and headed off to get another. When Henry reached there however, he found himself standing beside a surprising figure. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

-

Emine had spent the night consumed by her thoughts. Before her arrival, she’d been rather looking forward to the adventure of the evening. However, now that seemed more like regret. While questioning eyes often ravished the exterior of the woman, none were privy to the internal battle she now seemed to face. 

Did Kerem not want to celebrate with her for a reason?  

She’d never thought of it like that because, in all honesty, the notion had seemed absurd. Kerem was a busy man who had obligations and took care of her, as he always had. But maybe she was fooling herself to believe it was something else. Because she was too afraid to confront the nagging voices that berated her internally. Others whispered about it, to which she would swiftly move to a different conversation elsewhere in the room. 

He’s just busy, she told herself, over and over. 

Emine had heard it a few too many times already, causing the stiff smile to once again grace her crimson painted lips. No one had expected to see her, and as she’d walked through the room, the prying eyes had been enough to make her head straight for the bar. 

It was the easiest place to hide (and drown her sorrows)

‘‘Honestly, I just thought it would be more fun than watching bad rom coms and eating last night's leftover popcorn.’‘ Emine admitted, raising her hand to order yet another drink. ‘‘What brought you here, Garcia?’‘ she kinked a brow, turning to face him head on. 

‘‘No special lady in your life? Or were you playing games?’‘ Her voice was teasing. 

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leylayilmazx​:

“Why not?” Emine always spoke her mind bluntly, Leyla often thought that this was the reason why she got herself into so much trouble. But as a friend, the surgeon always made sure to be there for her. Knowing the kind of background Emine had, there had to be people she could rely on. So, Leyla, in the best of her ability, tried to be the big sister to Emine. “I didn’t want to stay home on a night like this, and really the whole rose thing - I hope at least i made them happy.” 

She wasn’t sour how it had turned out, perhaps more disappointed that anything, but it wasn’t as if she was going to dwell on it all night. “What about Karem? Is he still working and not focusing on you as he should?” Leyla put her arm over the girl’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, we can just have a good night tonight. Whatever comes, drinks can always save us. Besides, a little company won’t hurt us either.” 

Once the drinks were before them, she pushed the shot glass towards her and smiled. “To a night where your smile never falls?” 

-

Emine was half hoping that no one would ask after Kerem; but even she knew that the following eyes of the Rutherfords and those associated were internally slating her for attending alone. Did they think he’d gone with someone else? That his rose had been for another? The simple truth of the matter was --- he’d just never gave the rose to anyone. 

Emine was the one who’d given the rose to another. 

‘‘It’s half the reason I gave my rose to someone else. Kerem clarified he did not want to take part--- I got the whole ‘it’s a holiday to make money out of us’. So I woke up to nothing, just a normal day.’‘ Her voice grumbled at the end. A simple bunch of hand-picked flowers from the front lawn would have been better than nothing.

Did he get Nevra things? Had they celebrated? She pushed the thought away. 

‘‘Kerem had business to attend to. He said it was far too important to miss.’‘ In all honesty, she wasn’t sure exactly how important the meeting was. Most of their important clients and contacts were here or on dates; it was fucking Valentine's day. 

Now those thoughts spurred on the need for fun, to get out of this funk that she’d been finding herself in as of recent. So, in true Emine style, she pushed her shoulders back and let a small smirk tug at the corner of her lips. 

‘‘Just make sure we keep the shots coming, because I want to make sure this is a night I don’t remember.’‘ She was laughing now, an easier way to be than the wallowing woman. ‘‘How about a bottle of champagne? We can pretend to be classy.’‘ 

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leylayilmazx​:

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“Just get me a whiskey.” She paused for a second as she looked at the bartender, who was obviously questioning her choice. She guessed it was something about girls in pink dresses coming up to the bar and ordering a drink that was often perceived as something of strength. “Fine, do whiskey sours.”

It was the time of the year where Leyla did, in fact, feel most lonely. Not to toot her own horn, but she had always had someone for days like this. She’s had boyfriends, dates, people she did things with most of her life. It had always been her choice when she didn’t. And now to give a rose and not get on back seemed…. Empty. That was the only way she could describe the feeling she was feeling. Embarrassed too for being to sure of herself. 

Nothing a drink cannot fix. “Please, it’s okay. I’m going to get a sip of this and I will be ready.” She smiled at the person next to her. 

---

Emine wasn’t sure if Kerem would even realise, or was even aware, that she’d given her rose to someone else; a friend, not someone she was romantically involved with in any sense of the word. But when she’d readied for the evening, he hadn’t even noticed she was there, buried beneath work that looked like it was taking a toll on him. So here she stood at a single party when her boyfriend stayed at home. --- she felt like he was a stay home boyfriend recently. Even she couldn’t put him being into a category of dismissing her. --- the idea that he could cheat; the fucking man hardly left the house unless it was for work, and if he went out, she was always with him; doing his bidding when required. So as she sauntered in, her complexion changing under the lights as eyes narrowed to the shifting room.

She looked like the bad one right now; she thought. For a second, she considered going back home to the man she loved, but firmly planted her feet on the ground after a moment. She needed a night out, a break from the chaos. And who knows what she could slither back home with? Information was always key, after all. 

When Emine spotted Leyla, it took her only mere seconds to work her way through the crowd and place herself directly next to her, a smile wide on her lips. ‘’Well hello there, Leyla.’’ Emine called, nudging her playfully with her shoulder. ‘’Make that two strong shots, please!’’ She called to the passing bar tender, turning to prop her hip against the counter. 

‘‘I didn’t realise you were coming tonight.’‘