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simba-gano​.

WHERE: Starlight Sit-In WITH: @enderbaptista, @elliotfms, @nfldunn, @obscuredeliights, @simba-gano, @alevfm, @womanshoods, @gabrielrevilla, @aydinavci

Simba would say he was very good under pressure, he was very calm when there was a lot of chaos around him. However, in this situation, it helped that he was the only available doctor. All the while being worried about his family. “Alright, what do you have? I have the First Aid box here, and the six years of doctor school.” - as Marvel liked to call it. 

Alev’s head gently rests against the wall as he surveys through the pockets of his jeans, humming slowly. “I’ve got my wallet, keys and switchblade—only the essentials. And a phone with no reception whatsoever.” He had already tried to call Sparrow a few times, just to make sure they were safe, and hadn’t been successful. “But we’re stuck in a supermarket in the middle of a storm. Anythin’ around here is up for takings as far as I’m concerned.”

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obscuredeliights​.

with: any of the starlight squad @enderbaptista @elliotfms @nfldunn @simba-gano​ @alevfm​ @womanshoods​ @gabrielrevilla​ where: the aisles of their prison

Having acquired a handful of those rubber bouncy balls from one of the quarter dispensers in the entry of the store, Taka bounces them one at a time as he paces. Really, it looks more like stalking, what with his intense expression and the way his long legs move. He isn’t anxious, no—merely bored. “I don’t mind payin’ for property damage if it comes down to, like, breakin’ somethin’, yeah?” he finally speaks after an extended silence. “But there’s gotta be a better way before we resort to that.”

He runs a hand through his face, a small huff passing his lips as he shakes his head. It’s not as if Alev desperately needed a way out of the supermarket, and he was positive the two people he actually gave a shit about in town where somewhere safe for the time being, but he couldn’t help the frustration. “Yeah, yeah, but how ‘bout we cut the bullshit and jump straight to tryin’ to break our way out of here? I ain’t spendin’ the whole damn day sittin’ around, waitin’ for somethin’ to happen.” The accent he had picked up from the many years of living in Texas starting to really come out.

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these turkish delights have turkish ends….

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freddieonfirexx​.

Another stressful work day, Freddie changed into his street clothes before leaving work and decided to go by the bar for a few drinks. He didn’t like going to the bar in his uniform, he always felt like if something bad happened, he didn’t want the cops or the patrons to know he was a firefighter. That just wouldn’t look good for him. He was already two drinks in before stepping outside to get some fresh air, the bar seeming to be crowding and it was not a good scene for him. “Yeah, go for it.” He told the other and offered the man his phone. He seemed to really need to talk to someone, but he also hoped that the other didn’t steal his damn phone either. That would be awkward.

air leaves his nostrils in a small chuckle, trying to balance himself out while stepping closer to reach for the phone. the trust the other is putting in a drunk person is beyond him but he isn’t about to complain—he still needs to make the damn phone call and his own device was nowhere to be found. “thanks, man. think i lost mine somewhere inside. don’t really know. but it’ll just be a second.” he gives the other a quick nod of his head. the man doesn’t ask for an explanation and alev isn’t particularly eager to share things about himself with strangers, and even most people he considered as friends, so he doesn’t say anything else, pressing the phone to his cheek instead.

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sparrowmoore​.

they were so used to sirens that the ones blaring in either of their heads at that moment were drowned by the pounding of hearts . if they waited for the ‘ right ‘ time they would be waiting forever ; there was nothing right about their relationship and their never had been , but maybe things didn’t need to be right to be true , to be genuine , to be pure — for despite the laws they had broken in each other’s company all anything boiled down to was the love of two people . they were two people that had needed and found each other in their darkest moments and then , when the shroud threatened to veil their lives once more , they had crashed like car bumpers into one another again , tumbling into old habits that they could’ve sworn they’d shaken . “ closer ?? “ they mirrored , shifting onto the position upon alev’s lap that they had claimed as their own the moment their eyes had met the first time around . they had kissed under worse circumstances , when the two of them were nursing more severe wounds than the purpled bruises beneath his shirt , and so although they were tender not to brush against any injuries the grunts of discomfort were nothing new . there wasn’t anything they hadn’t been through together , which was why it was so impossible for any other relationship gurus to give them advice or to understand the carnal , mainlined need for one another , even when they had pulverised each other’s hearts , left the organs in the dust . rough stubble pressed against their chin like sandpaper . the iron taste of blood seeped into their mouth . those hands , the only hands they had ever allowed touch their body , clutched sparrow’s arm like they would fly away if he let go even for a second. ,but alev knew that he had his little bird caged and tethered for eternity to his post , even if the door was left open on it’s hinges . they may have left before , abandoned their partner in his time of need , but no amount of bullets or cop cars could splinter their love . not now . parting their lips for a moment for breath , they mumbled : “ i’m not hurting you , am i ?? “ 

it’s true that the original intent of his trip to roswell wasn’t to end up with his ex right back onto his arms but perhaps that’s exactly where they needed to be, because it was where they belonged. their relationship was fucked up in all the ways a relationship shouldn’t be, they had seen the worst in each other, but they weren’t right for anyone else. he knew that now as his lips molded perfectly against theirs, making him feel some type of euphoria no one else had ever been able to provide. he missed them, and he loved them so much it was damn near psychopathic—but that had always been the beauty of it, right? he allows himself to breath as their lips part, watching as they climb onto his lap and he marvels at the sight of having them there after all his time. it was sickening for him to think of not ever having them like this and with that, he ignores any other thought in his head that didn’t involve touching and kissing them. his fingers travel up their thighs and land on their hips, pulling them closer, as if it was any possible, before they continue going upwards and disappear under their shirt. “no.” the word is followed by a small groan and a flare of his nostrils, showing that alev is lying, but it was bearable, he had been in much worse states before and he’d still push right through whatever physical pain he was feeling in order to keep sparrow right where they currently were. his lips capture theirs again as his digits press into their warm flesh, small moan leaving his mouth at the feel of their soft skin against his rougher hands. his arms wrap around their torso, not really caring about his injuries as he moves to lay sparrow onto the couch and presses their body down with his own. he lowers his face, brushing their lips together. “is this okay?” alev asks as lust filled dark eyes meet theirs.

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roswellwinter​.

she’d noticed him. of course she had - they always seemed to run into each other at the wild pony, - but she’d chosen to keep her distance, if only because she’d gone on another little self destructive spiral, and she didn’t want him calling her out on it. though, it seemed, he was on his own little spiral. but when she’d decided to leave - resigning herself to a night alone because she just wasn’t feeling attracted to anyone at the bar tonight - he’d called out. caught her attention. her gaze flicked over alev briefly, her head cocking to the side just a touch before she was stepping forward. “forget the phone,” she muttered when she was close enough for him to hear. “you’re wasted - come on… i’ll take you home.” she couldn’t leave him like this, because despite most of their interactions taking place horizontally, she liked to think they were at least sort of friends - and she didn’t just let her friends make calls and leave them on their own when they were drunk. “alright?”

it had become such a routine for the two that it was odd for alev to go to the bar and not run into winter. or perhaps it was because he wasn’t actively searching for her in the crowd anymore. since he’d caved and drowned himself into his ex for the first time since they’d broken his heart, his desire was reserved for them and them only. that didn’t mean he didn’t want to know if the blonde was doing alright but he just wasn’t looking for her with the same intentions as he did when they first had met. and so the sight of her outside takes him by surprise, her offer even more surprising. “now that’s a dangerous game you’re playin’ there, blondie.” he teases, smirk gracing his lips as his head cocks to the side. but it’s a joke, and his expression softens when she’s closer. he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t growing attached to her, almost as if she was starting to take up a spot in the very small soft part of his heart that wasn’t corrupted by all the ugly things he’d done. the part that makes him care about people, makes him want to protect them. but he wouldn’t admit to it out loud. “you sure? i mean... don’t wanna impose.”

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bastianvelazco​.

Even from down the street, Bastian could see Alev was in a bad way.  He had no idea how the other man was even standing.  At the question, he hesitates, but slowly approaches Alev anyway.  “Yeah, sure - I have a phone.  Is everything okay?  I’d be more than happy to give you a ride, if you need it.”  He gestured towards the bike.  “I don’t think anyone is going to try to take that, you can come get it tomorrow morning.”

          he had higher tolerance for alcohol than most people he knew but sometimes he just liked to push his own limits. it was starting to become a normal occurrence as of late—that and the fights. all because he was still torn up about something he thought would be resolved by now. alev nods his head at the other. “yeah, i’m fine. just one of those nights, ya know?” he looks back at the bike and it’s not as if he was worried about it being stolen—it was a piece of garbage, after all. but he didn’t like to accept favors from strangers. just traits of a deeply mistrusting man. “nah, man, don’t worry ‘bout me. i just need to make a call. my friend can pick me up, ‘s all good.”

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ali-malek​.

“Yes, perfect. I’ll be there, looking forward to working with you.” Ali said into the phone before he hung up. It was late and knew better to talk about work at that hour but he needed this gig especially with rent coming up. And what’s one phone call? He had his fair share of drinks to enjoy the night and one quick call wasn’t going to end the night so soon. Once he hung up the phone, he was about to slip it into his pocket before he heard someone shouting from a distance. He looked over at the obviously not so sober male and walked over to him. “Uh yeah, here.” he said holding out his cell. “Lost your phone or battery dead?” he asked.

          as the other makes his way over, alev’s expression is of pure surprise. in all honesty, given how late it was and how drunk he looked, he doubted anyone that didn’t know him would actually want to help him out. or maybe it’s the fact that if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t as much as spare a glance in the person’s direction. “huh, this was easy.” he notes, the other’s phone in his hands. “you people of roswell trust way too fuckin’ easily, man.” he starts in a mumble, clicking his tongue. “i ain’t lookin’ to swipe your phone but you gotta be careful.” he shakes his head one last time. “yeah yeah, lost mine somewhere but i’m way too tired to actually give a shit ‘bout that. i think i passed even my own limits tonight with the drinkin’, ya know?”

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victoriaadsuar​.

The cigarette is lit before she’s fully out the door, the deep pull swirling around her lungs, tightening and tightening until she’s forced to exhale through her teeth, her body going pliant against the cool brick wall. “Fuck,” she grumbles, roughly scrubbing her face with her hand and trailing smudged liner down sallow cheeks. It’s late, but not late enough to be this tired. Closing is still hours out and her eye lids feel like dead fucking weight. She’s tempted to slide down to the pavement, give in to the pull of a power nap, rest her eyes for a few minutes but that’d just make it worse. Her free hand fishes around her pocket for her phone, squinting against the blinding light as she takes another drag, scrolling for the number she needs. She hears Alev’s voice right away, knows it’s directed at her—there’s no one else around—but his ‘oi, you’ is a guaranteed ignore. Her eyes lift from her phone screen to the bike then to pin him with a flat, hooded stare. “No, sorry.” 

          it takes him more than a glance in her direction to fully recognize her but considering the amount of times he’d been in the bar she works at since arriving in town, it’s safe to assume he knows her. and sure, he’s aware of the fact knowing a bartender by the first name is a huge red flag but, isn’t that just who alev was at this point in his life? a fucking walking red flag. victoria’s response has him cocking his head to the side, blank expression in his face as his eyes travels from her face to her phone and then back up. it’s too late for this shit, he tells himself. but the walk to the trailer park wasn’t a short one and all he wanted was to crash. his legs wouldn’t last all the way there. “c’mon, you want me to pay for it or somethin’?” he tries, little smirk crawling up towards his lips. “i’m so tired i’m not past beggin’ for this shit, if that’s what ya want.” he jokes. “it will just take a second, victoria. just need’a make one call and i’ll be outta your hair for the night.”

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juliandawson​.

Julian took the card back from the bartender and nodded a thank you after finishing his last drink. He was sober enough to drive home without any issues. He only had two drinks, enough to satisfy himself for the night. Work has been long and tiring as he had little to no sleep the night before. As he slipped his wallet into his back pocket, he stepped out of the bar and heard a noise, glancing over to see the other call out. He glanced around to see if Alev was talking to anyone else but it was directed to Julian. He raised a brow and walked over to him, holding out his cell. “Everything alright man?” he asked, seeing that he wasn’t sober.  Julian really hoped this guy was calling for someone to pick him up and not driving home on his own. 

          eyes squint as he tries to make out a face in the dark as the other person approaches, happy he isn’t being simply ignored as just another drunk—which is exactly what he is currently but still. he doesn’t know a name but he certainly recognizes the face, someone he’d seen plenty in the same bar he liked to drown his sorrows at. “i’m fine.” alev quickly says, slowly shaking his head before he accepts the phone. he could take care of himself, didn’t need anyone worrying about him. “my bike broke down. just need the phone to make a quick call to my buddy—that alright with you?” he questions, shifting the weight from one feet to the other, an attempt to look like he isn’t as intoxicated as he actually is. “i won’t take long.”

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on the steps of sparrow’s trailer, alev leaves a bouquet of dark red roses for valentine’s day with a note written “sonsuza kadar senin” that means forever yours in turkish. 

( w. @sparrowmoore )

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castelfm​.

closed starter for @alevfm​ location: neptune ave

           ❝ wanna quit standing there looking pretty and hand me that mallet ?? ❞ castel urges , head nodding toward the toolbox on the ground as his hands balanced a fence picket from toppling over . when one of his elderly clients spoke about needing her fence fixed , the least he could do was oblige and enlist in some help . it would be easy money if they managed to get the job done .

          it had been months since they moved to roswell and alev was still jumping between jobs, afraid that his stay would be permanent if he had decided to accept an actual position somewhere. but as the time passed, he only doubted more and more that he’d actually end up leaving the goddamned town. head snaps in castel’s direction when his voice breaks the silence, a cigarette dangling between his lips as he grins. “sorry, boss.” he teases but does as he’s told. “how’s that comin’ along?”

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roswellwinter​.

“yeah, i know sparrow. i just didn’t know that they knew you,” winter huffed lightly, though she kept her lips shut tight on the friendship she’d had with the other. after sparrow’s attack, winter had no interest in preserving the relationship - and she might have told the other that she wouldn’t have slept with alev if she’d known, she knew, deep down, that it was a lie. she was too mad about how hypocritical they’d seemed, that if she’d known about the situation, and alev had approached her, she probably still would have been willing. but she knew she couldn’t say that, because it’d make her a terrible person. and she didn’t want him to think she was terrible. “i’ve dealt with my share of pissed partners, alev. but none of them have attacked me before. they just bitch at me.” she licked her lips quickly, before giving a small shake of her head. “i’ve lived in roswell my entire life, i know basically everyone. but i don’t blame you - i just don’t want it to happen again. if i never see them again, it’ll be too soon.”

          “and i didn’t know they knew you. if you were buddies with them and not aware of me at all, it’s pretty obvious that we’re not exactly close anymore.” he defends himself but neither of them could be blamed for it. it’s not as if they had shared much about their personal lives in between their escapades together, as they were only after one thing when with each other. and even if alev’s original plan was to hurt sparrow by being with someone else, he wasn’t as evil as wanting to break up their friendships or get someone caught up in their mess. “listen, blondie, i didn’t know but, yeah, they can be brutal sometimes so i’m sorry you got caught up in the middle of it.” part of him wants to boast about it, ego being fed by the thought of his ex attacking people because of him, but he still feels bad for what happened to winter. “good. ‘cause i didn’t have anythin’ to do with it. for what it’s worth, sparrow was the one who left me so they really didn’t have any right to attack you like that.” he moves in closer. “c’mon, let me buy you that drink. i’ll feel bad if i don’t.”

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sparrowmoore​.

sparrow had never been the best at first aid . they knew how to position a bandaid over a grazed knee , or how to nurse a dead arm that was dealt by their older brother , but their roster was bleak outside of minor bumps and scrapes ; it was no wonder they had buckled to such an extent seeing alev at death’s door , unfolded against tarmac all that time ago . now , though , they were attempting redemption . it would take a lot more than gentle strokes of blood with a clean rag , but it was a start . “ i think i’ve got everything . it’s not too bad now that the blood’s gone , “ they were drawn by the stoke of his hand like a moth to a flickering lightbulb , shifting forward as close as their positioning would allow . that face . it was a face that haunted their dreams and , since the kiss on halloween , had bled into every thought that entered their brain . alev was nestled beside the grocery lists , the tracklists when they broadcast over the roswell airways . he had found a place right between their hypothalamus and corpus callosum ; between lust , thirst and speech . it was like they were possessed , a finger stroking against the scrape that curled around alev’s orbital bone , caressing the purples and yellows brought out by a vengeful fist . how dare anybody lay their fingers on their alev . sparrow had already shown the extent of their jealousy , barking like an unchained hound at winter when they learned alev had been using other bodies other than theirs . as if their lips were possessed the bow rested between his brows , lightning flickering , skin to skin . “ i don’t mind , “ was whispered to the sweet flesh that they remembered tasting like angst and motor oil . would he still taste the same ?? would their lips fit just as they always had done , crudely cut puzzle pieces that shouldn’t slot together but always did . 

          alev didn’t want to be made a fool out of again, to be left in the dust when it mattered because he had made the mistake of trusting the one person that he shouldn’t, but those aren’t the thoughts that cross his mind as his fingers brush against their skin and they come closer, always being automatically drawn towards each other even though they shouldn’t. part of him had always known that they weren’t good for each other, and that was proven by the amount of times they had only brought out the worst in each other, but that’s not something he wanted to think about when their passion burned so bright and he believed there was no one in the world for him besides sparrow moore—something he never ceased to believe, even after they were gone. the pleased sigh he’d been holding finally leaves him as the feel of their lips hits his skin, eyes closed as he selfishly allows himself to enjoy having them so close to him again. his hand blindly travels to their arm, tugging it lightly, pulling them closer. alev wanted—no, he needed them to be closer. he didn’t want to think about the sirens blaring in his mind, telling him he’d regret it later, no, he needed a taste. like a drug he’d gotten so addicted to he was still suffering the effects of withdraws months after they had parted ways. “come closer,” he whispers as he drags his nose against the skin of their jawline, unashamedly breathing in their scent he had missed, growing more intoxicated by the second. a wrong movement and a small wince reminds alev that he’s still hurt as a sharp pain comes from his abdomen, from punches he’d taken earlier in the evening, but he doesn’t care. ignores it, focuses on them, as if sparrow had the cure for his pain. “closer.” he nearly begs, the word barely audible as his lips finally finds theirs. he doesn’t wait for sparrow’s movements this time, noses bumping together as he seals their lips before either of them feels the need to pull back. but he doubts either of them would—at least not this time around.

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ALPEREN DUYMAZ being ridiculously attractive

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location: outside any bar in town ! availability: open, @roswellstarters​

          it’s another night of drowning away his sorrows at the bar for alev, when he really wanted to be drowning himself into a very specific person. sadly, things were still complicated between them and he couldn’t simply go to them whenever he wanted to. that leaves him to drinking until he can barely stand on his own and then attempt to ride the way back to the trailer park without crashing. it’s a horrible idea to take his bike in his state but he’s gotten used to it—and it’s not as if alev hadn’t done more dangerous things before. however, on this particular night, the damn thing decides to not want to cooperate. “don’t you fuckin’ do this to me now, you piece of shit.” he mutters to the bike but his words don’t magically cause it to function again. he huffs, a kick being landed on the wheel of his bike but not strong enough to damage it or cause it to topple over, only to show his frustration. he pats away at his leather jacket and doesn’t find his phone, which causes him to groan. whipping his head around, he calls out to the first person that steps out of the bar. “oi, you!” alev raises a hand in the air, vision blurred. “you got a phone i can borrow?”

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ffsage​.

location: anywhere status: open

“yeah so i told the guy he just can’t possibly think that getting her name tattoo’d across his neck was a sane idea.. like that’s totally unhinged..right?” sage blurts out as they dig out a pack of cigarette’s from their back before slugging it over their shoulder. pulling one out it finds a home between a set of pearly whites, eyes diverting to their pockets as they move to pat around for the one they’d been holding onto. “shit..” they mutter before rolling their eyes, another one bites the dust.. sage pouts a bit before letting out a huff, tugging the cigarette back between long fingers. “hey, got a light?” they ask with a tilt of their head. 

          alev would be lying if he said he was paying attention to whatever they were babbling about, mind miles away as his gaze fixates nowhere in particular, though he can’t help but zoom back into the conversation once they comment about someone’s tattoo idea. “people still do that?” his head leans back to rest against the wall, hooded eyes finding their way to sage’s figure. he knows he couldn’t really judge seeing as he had a tattoo that was no doubt dedicated to his ex on his chest but someone’s name? that was ridiculous to him. “yeah, here.” he passes them the lighter, already inching for a cigarette for himself. “i mean, the dude was stupid, no doubt, but ain’t that bad for business? tellin’ people not to get a tattoo ‘cause it’s a bad idea?”