when the party's over

There is no god left in his skin. There’s just the ash. Just the ash.

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

Ade: some of the girls

Ade: don’t worry the only thing I wish is you being here

Rami: A regular girls night out then. Sounds like a blast, go paint the town or whatever

Rami: Is that because your other friends aren’t as fun? Not everyone can be blessed with great looks AND charisma you know

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

Ade: some club

Ade: I looove tequila I’m glad I could come out

Rami: What club?? With who??

Rami: Just don’t overdo it and strain something, you’re all out of PTO

Rami: Kidding about the last part 

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

Ade: I went out soo tequila

Rami: Out where? Rami: Tequila is a bold choice

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

Ade: What time is it oop

Rami: Time for you to get a watch Rami: What’s on your mind at 11:20 on a Saturday night

[ramiozdemir]

Adelina: you up?

Rami: Uh yeah it's barely 11pm Ade

Rami: What do you think I am? A monk?

[ramiozdemir]

emirsahin​:

syndicate compound  closed for: @ramiozdemir​​

“I’m not doing that.” The words were out before Rami could have another chance to speak. How was it possible to regret asking someone for advice just mere moments after the question’s left one’s lips? Though it doesn’t surprise Emir much that it’s come to this. Leave it to Rami to suggest ideas just as outlandish as he was, why he thought this conversation would go any different, Emir will never know. He did, however, have enough faith in the other that they would be able to come up with another, more subtle suggestion since Rami always did have the air of someone who knew more about dating than he ever would and if anyone was going to help him with this Sofia situation it ( unfortunately ) was going to be this Disney Prince sitting across from him. “Don’t make me regret this. I know you have better ideas.”

+

“When did you become absolutely no fun at all?” Granted his suggestion had only been half-serious, there was something to be said about never shooting for the stars and allowing life to merely pass you by. Which Emir appeared content with so long as he didn’t have to extend beyond his own comfort zone and Rami wouldn’t stand for that sort of reluctance. What sort of best friend would he be then? “You could always take the juvenile approach and ask her close friends if she like likes you.” He smirks before tilting his head to the side slightly, considering the other man with a more honest expression. “Remind me again why you won’t just ask her out for drinks? It’s a date, not a proposal.”

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

…

“All I’m doing is sitting at a computer.” Adelina muttered as she slowly sat down in the chair, leaning back as her dark hues focused on the male in front of her. “What’s the computer going to do? Shoot me?” She tilted her head to the side as she turned in her chair to follow him as he walked over to the chair, brushing her tongue along her lower lip. “Hmm,” she hummed, putting her index finger against her chin. “I don’t know which one I would like more.” She stretched her legs out, crossing one over the other as she turned her head to look over at him, dropping her hand down to the arm of the chair. “Give me an equation. Or tell me how the books are looking. We still…” In trouble?

“Some might consider that strenuous.” Himself included, although that word could apply to just about anything work-related for Rami. “At least type from the chaise so you’re semi-horizontal.” He doesn’t even attempt to hide the snort which emanates at the mention of her being in another perilous situation yet again. “At this rate? Maybe. I’m not taking any chances.” With their luck, she would hit a key stroke on the desk computer and blow them all to bits. “Nothing’s changed,” he shrugged, meandering his way over to lean against a bookshelf. “We had some unaccounted for inventory when I balanced January, but Kaminski said he’s taking care of it. Really boring stuff, Ade. Not sure why you bothered coming in.”

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Alp Navruz : Be My Sunshine

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

…

Crossing the threshold, Adelina flashes a smile in his direction. Lurking around her apartment the last month has been a restless and antsy time. All she thinks about how much she would rather be in this room, sitting in front of her computer and bantering all day with the man in front of her. “How long do I have to be on bedrest?” She slight pouts in a teasing manner. “I got shot a month ago. Isn’t it about time I start easing into things again?” She lets him help her with her coat, letting her eyes rest on him for a second. “Do you know how many games of Wordle I’ve played?” She asks. “I took a month vacation, I feel refreshed.” She muses as she walks over towards one of the spreadsheets on the desk, turning around to face him. “If I’m not allowed to work, will you at least talk numbers to me?” She smirks.

“Until said doctor clears you,” Rami volleys back without missing a beat. “And last I checked, you don’t have an MD to make that call.” Granted neither did he, but keeping her alive twice now felt like completing at least half of medical school. Probably best to not mention that out loud in front of anyone who actually had done their time. Maybe he would try it on Lucia and see just how well it went over with an already grouchy audience. “At least one per day. Isn’t that how it works?” A singular brow quirks in the woman’s direction as he takes a moment to hang her coat on the rack, ignoring both how his fingers momentarily brushed along her arms and how positively domestic that gesture felt. “Tsk tsk. That sounds a whole lot like work to me... But I can indulge. Word problem or equation?” He’s toying with her even whilst sliding into a nearby chair and propping both feet on top of the desk, languidly crossing them at the ankles.

[ramiozdemir]

yukselkaminski​:

x

It’s the strangest thing, having your own name bubble up anger in your chest. For a second, Kara’s fingers itched. She could draw her weapon, pull the trigger and have the Syndicate pay up: a son for a son. The retribution that she always wanted, that kept her up at night, would be settled…  A bullet was too quick. No, Zephyr had a plan and she wouldn’t let hotheadedness get in the way of calculated vengeance. The Bratva would burn the Syndicate down in the brightest spectacle the windy city had seen. That kind of ending was what they deserved. “Rami…” Hazel eyes looked him over slowly, trying to find the outline of a gun or holster. Her gaze met his briefly before she leaned back. Ten years… here was the prodigal son while Kerem rotted away in the ground. “Uzun zaman oldu.” 

She’d been just a kid when her world flipped on its head. Losing her father and brother, going into hiding to stay alive. The Chicago that she knew was ripped from her grasp all within a day…  Fifteen and scared, Kara found herself face to face with the Vronsky while her mother begged for their lives. “İşleri medeni tutabileceğimize inanıyorum? Dilan aşkına.”  With a small movement, she pushed one of full rakı glasses towards him. “Pek değişmemişsin hatırladığım kadarıyla.”

+

The way that her eyes linger in search of a weapon that doesn’t exist, despite his sisters’ protests, elicits a slow half-smirk before two palms clasp the back of an adjoining chair. Rami doesn’t carry anymore, not since abdicating his role as former heir to the Syndicate’s throne after his father’s death. Perhaps he might have in a former life, or an alternate timeline, one where he’d lost the gumption to stand for his own desires and instead succumbed to another’s, acquiring both mantle and responsibility. Internally, he shudders at the thought. “Too long.” His family’s doing of course, but semantics weighed less beneath the understanding that she had also lost Kerem in the assassination that day–– more than a brother, even. Safety, hope, her entire livelihood. Too high a price for one girl to pay.

“Who said I wasn’t keeping things civil? I like to think I’m very friendly.” Dark hues flicker to the offered drink, not outright accepting it and instead taking up residence in the seat across from his deceased friend’s sister. “Though contrary to what some may believe,” he manages with an amused smile, pushing the glass a few inches back towards Kara. “I’m also not a fool.” Not that Rami held out a belief that she would poison him outright, that flavor of paranoia was typically reserved for ex-lovers, but in the interest of safety and all... “That makes one of us. Look at you, all grown up.” Your brother would be proud, a sentiment which rests in silence on his tongue. Speaking Kerem’s name equates to throwing salt in both of their wounds and he never enjoyed the act of needlessly suffering. “I thought I was the only one who still visited Dilan.”

[ramiozdemir]

Tagged: @adelinamunoz​

Location: Syndicate compound

“––Not sure why I expected anything else.” His initial quip falls with an involuntary smile at the sight of her entering their shared office for the first time in weeks. Granted the space was more Adelina’s than his own when work existed as the furthest priority in the eldest Özdemir’s mind, regardless of any title as treasurer. He hadn’t lied in his admission to Jesse, becoming financially literate had been for personal gain more than a desire to involve himself in the Syndicate. “You know bedrest was the doctor’s orders, not guidelines, right?” Perhaps there still exists a gentlemanly bone within him as he assists with sliding off her coat so that she doesn’t have to twist. “Being a workaholic is how you end up with grey hairs before thirty, Ade.”

[kingofthepitt]

Can you at least pretend to care?

[ramiozdemir]

jesscmarino​:

…

It’s hard to believe but at Rami’s words, an expression that’s hard to read comes over his features because Diana and him don’t discuss business whenever they are around each other. Truthfully, only recently had the two of them done any talking at all. He’s not sure what to say the comments so instead tilts his head down to look at the spot on the floor between his shoes as he closes his eyes at the memory of what it was like to find Ezra abandoned for the world to see and it feels impossible to think Diana is the one behind that but he isn’t stupid enough to think she’s not. He breathes in deeply as he shakes his head at the male’s words. “I’m not okay with any of it,” he tells him although he’s not sure if it makes a different. He lifts his eyes up towards the male in front of him as he shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know,” it’s the truth. He can’t be sure what drove him to this point or what he was looking for after the confession. He brushes his tongue along his lower lip as he taps his foot against the ground. “Dumbass is an understatement.” He clears his throat. “I don’t know what to do,” it’s the truth. He has considered options the last few weeks but many of the come with downfalls. Maybe this is his way of not feeling like he has to constantly look over his shoulder or feel like he’s drowning. 

+

“So then why do it? Pretty sure my sister has rules against fraternizing with the enemy.” As did anyone where their head of security was concerned; that seemed a simple guideline to implement. It wouldn’t take much for a Vronsky to rifle through Jesse’s home while he slept to find whatever information was needed to sabotage the Syndicate’s efforts. Even less to coax it out during a moment of weakness. “How can you be confident that she isn’t manipulating you to keep them one step ahead? Maybe it’s a long con. Women are smarter than us, they’re good at that kind of stuff.” Dumbass is an understatement. “Yeah, I’ll say.” Though the room feels significantly less tense, even if Rami waffles between attempting to understand and completely laying Jesse out on some verbal coals. The entire affair is a death wish simply because it’s ongoing and from what he ascertains by studying the other man, there are no intentions thus far of ending it. Which leaves him with limited options and none of them feel simple enough to execute. “What do you want to do, Jesse? Come clean? Get out? Because those are the only two avenues available right now.”

[ramiozdemir]

yukselkaminski​:

who: @ramiozdemir​ where: yağmur bistro when: early january, thursday evening

Yağmur Bistro had always been a Yüksel family favorite, her parents finding the tiny hole in the wall when they immigrated in the 80s. One dinner turned into neighbours into fast friends, with every important event being celebrated in the Dining Room if it wasn’t catered by Dilan, the owner. Winter in Chicago always bubbled up emotions of grief and nostalgia- was it now the 10th anniversary of her father and Kerem’s death? Hazel eyes flickered to the restaurant walls, adorned with old photos. It didn’t take long to find a fading image of the Yüksels and Özdemirs… 

The server brought over another glass of rakı to her table, garnering a quick “Teşekkürler kardeşim-” from the brunette as she took a sip. What would the trajectory of her life look like if they never met Kaan Özdemir? Would she have no blood on her hands? Who would still be alive? Kara frowned, forcing herself to push down the thoughts. What ifs were always a waste of time. Instead, her focus fell to the sound of the door opening, a merhaba filling the small space. No more than a few feet from her stood the son of the very man that ruined her life. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d even spoken to Rami, let alone breathed the same air beyond citywide events. Even then, she stuck to her side of the world- far away. 

+

The vast majority of Rami’s preferred locales to patron involve a bit more debauchery than some miniature bistro in the heart of Chicago, one easily overlooked if passerby didn’t pause long enough to consider the sign. Written in Turkish obviously, so perhaps the intention was purposeful in keeping those without taste or appreciation out to begin with. Still, it holds a plethora of his most treasured memories; long before his father attempted to fold the eldest Özdemir into his perfectly constructed plans for taking over Chicago, long before one of his closest friends was lost to the terror of that ambition. Kerem’s assassination had been a turning point, a pivotal barrier between what Rami could reasonably stomach as the impending heir and what he truly desired: freedom. 

And now he stands on the threshold of this teetering establishment a decade later to the day, attempting to honor the loss which brought him to this point. He greets Dilan with a wide smile, the two boisterously embracing and drawing a moment’s attention from the few additional patrons. Most consider them and then press on with their meal, but one face stands out against the crowd and his usual confidence wavers the slightest as her features register. “Kara?” He breathes, offering another wave to the owner as they disappear into the back and shifting to face her. “Kara Yüksel?”

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

…

It takes everything in Adelina not to growl at him as his comment fills the air. She knows he’s pushing her to banter with him because it means she’s staying conscious and if these are her last few moments she knows at least she’ll die in the arms of someone she loves. “Expect a dead leg later,” she mutters out as she lets out a soft groan when he shifts her upwards into a sitting position. Her hands lift up to to grab the sleeve of his shirt as she tries not to focus on the numbing sensation flooding through her as she digs her fingernails into the material. An agonizing scream leaves her as he pushes the pocket square into her wound, her vision blackening in the moment. Gasping, the dark-hair woman can barely hear him over the thumping of her heart in the depths of his chest. “Rami,” she breathlessly whispers as she tries to fight the way her vision is fading to black. “You take care of her,” she speaks against his chest. “Please,” her grip on his sleeve loosening.

+

“Yeah, noted.” Not that it bothers him when considering the alternative, which he adamantly refuses to harp on with her still warm and breathing... in his arms. Another strange concept worth pondering over later when he isn’t quite as engrossed by the task of keeping her from bleeding out. The scream she elicits sounds harrowing enough without knowing that its source is Adelina and that somehow tightens his grip, simultaneously loathing the necessity of her pain and that he has to be the one to inflict it. “I know, I know. Sorry, prenses.” And then she’s gasping out a request, the protection of someone whose name hardly requires uttering because duh. The wailing of sirens grows close enough to recognize they have arrived just outside and as voices spill into the hallway in front of them, he flags down the first able bodied individual who stumbles into the corridor. “I will, but right now you come first.” Within minutes, they’re surrounded by a couple of paramedics and as Rami follows her gurney out into the frigid Chicago air, he can’t recall a time when she didn’t.

END.

[traumahospital-blog]

gender: “pretty boy”

[ramiozdemir]

jesscmarino​:

…

Jesse shuts the door behind Rami, a low chuckle leaving him as he raises his hand up to lock up. “As fun as it would be to pimp you out of this apartment that’s not the reason I brought you here,” in fact he started to regret the idea of this the second his eyes found Rami standing outside the front door and a part of him thought about finding another topic to touch. Maybe the sticky situation he currently had with his sisters instead of talking about Diana. He paces towards the couch for a few seconds before he plops himself down onto the couch. “There’s a few things you have to know before I jump into this.” He lifts his eyes up to look at Rami. “Every single Syndicate member is protected, every secret of the Syndicates dies with me and my loyalty is intact.” Believe me. He wants to add to it because the thought of Vasili and his sister makes him want to strangle something. “I met a woman… couple of months ago.” He clears his throat. “Obviously a few rolls around and it turns out not only is she… Bratva but the famous Russian princess.” He knows he doesn’t have to mutter her name as his head tilts down to look down in between his feet. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” eight months later… He clears his throat once again, putting his hands together as he brushes his thumb along the palm of his hand. “I’m not tellin’ you because I’m worried about spilling secrets or switching sides or betraying the Syndicate. I’d rather…” die. He breathes out as he shrugs his shoulders. “Just… It’s fuckin’ eating me alive and you’re the only Ozdemir that would keep my head attached to my body.” For now… the baby has to stay a secret. Maybe he worries they will put an even bigger target on her if they find out she’s with child. “I just… would rather someone know and if death is what you choose… death it is.” He brushes his tongue along his lower lip. 

+

Gracelessly, he drops into one of the adjoining chairs with an obvious combination of curiosity and wariness. The other man appears to be in a confessional of sorts and that brews another sort of discomfort, like being the unwitting receiver of a secret Rami doesn’t wish to hear today, or ever. Which, apparently, is not one of the choices granted to him as Jesse prefaces with a declaration that means very little as far as the eldest Özdemir is concerned. “Loyalty is like your virginity, it’s not my business how intact it is and I don’t care to know.” He’s only partially joking, because the truth remains that his own extends about as far as his bloodline. The actual business itself? The lofty aspirations passed on by his late father? Meaningless. But the admission pouring from Jesse is tantalizing enough to keep him rooted to his seat, waffling between a firm gaze upon the man’s face and a secondary instinct to look for some hidden camera. Though it’s clearly not a prank and when all is said and done, the dramatics offered up for his picking, Rami finally speaks. “O... Kay.” A lot to digest in one sitting, even as he attempts to wade through it with furrowed brows. “You do realize she's second in command of the group that not only blew up my favorite nightclub, but also sewed my baby sister’s eyes shut, right? And you’re okay with that? Because I’d have a lot of reservations, personally speaking.” Violence isn’t a language he speaks often, but where his sisters and their safety are concerned, he actively refuses the pacifism approach. “I’m not involved in Syndicate team pride shit, Jesse. The only reason I handle financials is because I don’t trust anyone else to manage my trust.” Not his circus and definitely not his monkeys. “So what do you want me to do here? Talk Dilara out of the guillotine option? Tell you that you’re a dumbass for doing it? Fine, you’re a dumbass.”