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INTRODUCING: RÜYA SEREN

full name: rüya almira seren

nickname(s): none really, though her mother called her kâbus - which means ‘nightmare’ in turkish (her name, rüya means dream)

birthday & age: april 1, 1990 (32)

zodiac sign: aries

place of birth: new york city, ny

gender & pronouns: cis female, she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

religion: atheist / former sunni muslim

occupation: bartender at crane brothers llt & the jagged yard

language(s) spoken: english, and very little turkish (though she doesn’t speak it very well, she understands it perfectly)

neighborhood: downtown

length of time in providence peak: just returned after being away for two months (was here for about a year and a half before then)

#providence.intro #drugs tw #death tw #murder tw #crime tw #cancer tw #illness tw #blood mention tw #blood tw #THE BITCH IS BACK AND CHAOTIC AS EVERRR #sorry i'm excited #sorry x2 for the long af intro #graphic credit in source :)

sagefranklin:

location: the jagged yard, coyote night, new year’s eve. status: closed for @ruyasercn

The blonde couldn’t remember the last time she was able to stop and take a breath. Between Coyote Night and the monthly celebration happening to also fall on New Year’s Eve, the bar was absolutely packed, every local and tourist alike finding entertainment in the drinks the bartenders were slinging and the dancing happening every hour on the bar top. She worked her way down the bar, picking up slack for anyone that needed the extra hand as bodies crowded the stools, clamoring for their order of cheap beers or gin and tonics to be picked next, until she made her way to familiar face that had recently made her way back to the bar after a sudden disappearance months prior. The blonde waited to say anything until she’d taken a man’s order and grabbed the beers he’d asked for from behind her, uncapping them with the bottle opener she kept in the snug back pocket of her pants, sliding the bottles across the bar top before taking another order and finally sparing some attention for the woman next to her. “How are you holding up?” Her voice was raised above the music and volume of the crowd, but the care in her gaze was louder, her blue eyes observing the other, looking for any sign that she wasn’t handling the pressure of the night well.

—

There hadn’t been a lot the blonde missed about Providence Peak when she’d left to take care of her ailing mother, but at the top of the short list was Coyote Night. The atmosphere, the rowdy crowd, the dancing... she loved it all, craved it even, and now that she was back in town and back behind the bar at The Jagged Yard she couldn't be more excited for her first Coyote Night in months.

She’d been behind the bar since the beginning of the evening, not needing a break partially in thanks to the line she’d done prior to her shift and partially because the New York native was truly thriving among the chaos of the crowd. She’d been so focused on taking orders and getting drinks out that she almost didn’t notice Sage approaching, almost. Sage was one person Rüya was certain she’d notice in any crowd- no matter how busy or loud it was. “I’m great.” She said with a grin, leaning in towards the older woman to ensure she could be heard over the noise of the bar while simultaneously avoiding her gaze. Rüya could deal with almost anything, in fact she had dealt with nearly everything thrown her way in her life, but that caring look in Sage’s eyes? It made her immensely uncomfortable and she wasn’t sure why. “You come over here to see how to make Coyote Night your bitch and learn from the best?” She mused with a teasing smirk.

#c: sage #c #drugs tw

WHO: @nathanccrane WHERE: Holiday Market

Hopping out of her Uber before the car had even come to a complete stop, Rüya stumbled a few steps before gaining her footing and moving away quickly from the bewildered looking driver. Refusing to look back, the bartender pulled her vape pen from the pocket of her coat and brought it to her lips, inhaling slowly as she looked around the crowded vendor stands. She’d come with the intention of getting another bag of salted caramel chocolates from The Sugar Shack. Ver had brought some home and the bartender had swiftly finished the bag while watching a movie the night before and was now on a mission to not only replace the ones she’d eaten but to get herself some more. Plus, she’d arranged to meet her dealer- their previous meet up having to be rescheduled due to some excuse or another she’d already forgotten.

However, the blonde’s plans were thrown for a bit of a loop with the ride she’d just gotten and at the sight of a familiar face. Speeding up her steps as she exhaled the drag she’d taken off her pen, the blonde caught up with her boss and gently grabbed him by the sleeve of his coat. “So my Uber driver puked at a red light on the way over here and I might have been exposed to the plague.” She began, foregoing a hello as she steered him towards the stand she’d originally come for and took another hit from her pen. She knew smoking weed in public was illegal, but she couldn’t quite be bothered enough to care. “I think that constitutes a day off, you know. Just to make sure I’m not spreading it around to everyone at the bar, don’t you think?”

#c: nathan #c #event: holiday market week #drugs tw #hope this is okay!!#idk what i'm doing but ruya is out here being a menace to nate as usual #i'd apologize but....

WHO: @allenraza WHERE: Skyline Shopping Center, Gift Wrapping Station

This time of year, outside of the weather, had never been Rüya’s favorite. Growing up in an Islamic household, the Seren’s didn’t celebrate Christmas, so December had always been rather uneventful for the bartender. Of course, as she got older and began spending time with different friends and in various relationships, Christmas began a bigger part of her life... and yet, the main principals had always seemingly evaded her. The joy of the season, the comradery, the time to spend with family and loved ones. She had none of it, at least none that stuck. Not since her father’s death. Except for Verda. The woman was not only her best friend, but the only family Rüya now had and that mattered to her.

So she made her way to the mall in hopes to find a decent gift she could give her roommate Christmas morning. She hated the crowds, the overpriced trinkets, and the smell of the food court so she’d popped a few Xanax before coming into the shopping center, which helped take the edge of the florescent lights and loud crowds to the point she was able to find not just one or two, but a handful of gifts to give the most important person in her life. However, there was no way she was wrapping them herself or missing a chance to see and flirt with the chief of police, so she’d made a pitstop at the toy store before heading to the gift wrapping station and falling into the rather long line.

She’d set her bags down to go rooting through her purse for the flask she knew was in there when a hauntingly familiar scent had her pausing. It couldn’t be. But when she looked up she realized that standing in front of her was someone she’d left behind years ago. “Allen?” The name left her lips in disbelief before she’d been able to stop it. Providence Peak really was the city that kept on giving, wasn’t it?

#c: allen #c #event: holiday market week #pls don't feel like you need to match length #i got way too carried away setting the secne~#drugs tw

WHO: @beauxjackson WHERE: Holiday Market Ice Skating Rink

Maybe if Verda had been there, the blonde’s best friend could have gotten her out on the ice. However, the bartender had ventured out to the holiday market alone to meet with her dealer, a person who had yet to show up. So after a quick stop to get some hot chocolate, she stood by the side of the rink, adding a small airplane bottle of peppermint vodka to her drink as she watched the various levels of skaters on the ice.

“Oof.” She muttered, flinching as she watched someone fall, leaning against the railing to get a better look. “How many skating amputations do you think happen ever year?” Turning to the man standing next to her, she awaited an answer with raised brows. “I mean, the skates are super sharp, right? And people are constantly falling. Someone’s had to of lost a finger or two at some point.”

#c: beaux #c #event: holiday market week #hope this is okay!

WHO: @dallaswaylonedwards WHERE: Spruce Mountain Ski Lodge and Resort

Never having been one to care to follow the rules or align herself with societal norms, Rüya had sat right at the hearth of the fireplace in the resort’s lobby, boots off so she could warm the feet by the fire as she finished one of the specialty drinks the bartender had talked her in to. It wasn’t bad, but the overpriced sugar bomb just wasn’t her drink of choice and she’d planned to go and get herself some tequila when a familiar face caught her eye. “Hey, cowboy!” She called out, rising from her spot on the floor, leaving her shoes, jacket and empty glass in her spot as she walked over to him with a playful smirk on her features. “Don’t tell me, you were out there taking a dip in the hot springs. You totally seem like the type of guy who enjoys a spa day over outdoor sports.” She mused, sarcasm dripping off her tone since the little she knew of the man she could tell the opposite was true.

#c: dallas #c #event: holiday market week #hope this is okay!

WHO: @ashmortensen WHERE: Holy Spirits Sunday Mass

Rüya wasn’t one to be up before noon these days, not that she’d ever been an early riser, but lately her waking hours seemed to begin once the sun went down. Which was why her presence at the bar so early in the morning was out of character, however she hadn’t been to sleep yet and was running off of caffeine and the line she’d done prior to sneaking out of her ex’s apartment. She’d been wandering down the street, half finished cup of espresso in her hand, when she’d noticed the bar was open and nothing sounded better in that moment than alcohol and brunch. So she went inside.

It was the sight of the food that caught her attention first, unable to remember when her last meal was (she had to have eaten yesterday, right?) so she went straight for the bread and cheese, making herself an overloaded plate before heading to the bar and sliding onto a stool next to a familiar face. “You think they’d add some whiskey to my coffee or am I going to have to order shots and do it myself?” She asked as she picked up a croissant and took a bite with a crooked smile.

#c: ash #c #event: holiday market week #drugs tw #idk what this is but it's 1am and here we are lmao

aaliyastine:

“Okay, Ru…you’ve gotta be a triplet, at least.” Liya said after immediately recognizing Ruya’s face in the crowded coffee shop. “Or you’ve invented teleportation, cause there’s no way you were in Austin, and then Baton Rouge, and now here.” She was, of course, teasing–time had separated the two of them since their random run-ins while Liya was attending journalism conferences throughout the country. And very much needing a drink. But her expression resisted giving away any hint of a grin. Failing miserably. “You bartending in Providence Peak too? I would’ve guessed…Seattle, maybe. Or Los Angeles for your next destination. Not here. I grew up here but…it’s not a favorite tourist city, that’s for sure.” @ruyasercn

—

Rüya’s initial move to Providence Peak had been for a fresh start, away from the life in New York that had nearly killed her, from a mother that couldn’t stand the sight of her, and the ghost of a love she still couldn’t bring herself to admit to. And yet, even all the way across the country, years later, with time and distance separating her from everything she’d been running from, it was in Providence Peak it all seemed to catch up to her. But seeing Liya had been the first time a good part of her past had surfaced and she had to admit, it was almost like a breath of fresh air.

“Would you keep your voice down.” She moved closer, cup of hot chocolate in hand as her voice lowered, “If people know I figured out how to teleport then the government is going to want to get in on it and it’ll be a whole thing.” She mused, trying and failing to keep her tone and expression free from humor. “Ah, see, I actually went back to New York before coming here. My best friend moved here a while back and so here I am. Still bartending at two of the bars here in town, actually. What have you been up to? God, it’s been... shit, years.”

#c: aaliyah #c #event: holiday market week #i didn't really mention it well but i figured this worked switching it to the hot cocoa place!#hope that's okay :)

tiredwritcr

#visual.#i made it so i took the caption off thanks 🙃#this a v ruya photoset #long post cw

tysingh:

location; ty’s house tagged; @ruyasercn

Coming home to find her back door open was an immediate concern for Tyler who was…relatively sure that she’d locked it before she left. Probably. While many might have been more cautious, called the police or something, Tyler was not that person. Stomping into the house with a grumble of annoyance, she could hear the TV on in the other room. Brows narrowing, Ty knew for sure that the dogs wouldn’t have done it. She’d just left Emmy’s place, so she knew it wasn’t Emmy. Other than that, the only person that would ever be in her house was…oh. The lightbulb went off just as she pushed open the door to the theatre room to find the dogs all curled up happily with someone that Ty had been happily unbothered by for quite a few months. “Why are you in my house?” she asked with a groan before plopping herself down on the couch with Rüya. “I thought you died or left or something?”

—

There weren’t a lot of people Rüya wanted to seek out upon her return to town, in truth, outside of Verda there wasn’t anyone in particular she felt she needed to see. But as she’d laid about their shared apartment, bored out of her mind, Rüya knew that only paying a visit to one half of her least favorite duo was simply unfair. Besides, if she had to choose between Tyler and Emmy, she’d have to admit Tyler was her favorite.

Hearing the sound of the theater room door opening, Rüya didn’t even bother to turn her attention towards the owner of the house until Tyler was sat down on the couch next to her. “Mm, nope. Sorry but that spell you did took out my mom and not me. You almost had it, though.” She mused, the joke about her own mother’s death rolling easily off her tongue. “Missed you too, though, Ty.” She snorted out a soft laugh, reaching down to pet one of the large dogs curled up around her. “Where were you at such a late hour, hm? It’s past curfew.”

#c: tyler #c #death tw

verdadurmaz:

When Rüya had mentioned that she was moving back into the city, there was no question on where the other would live. At least, Verda didn’t think that there was. She’d immediately offered up the spare bedroom in her home and to no surprise, Zeppelin was more than thrilled to have not one, but two new friends joining him in the home. “I can’t sit down. We have to get this stuff moved into the room. I love you and I love all of your stuff, but unless you want Mr. Curious going through these boxes when we’re not around, we have to put them away.” The dog’s ears perked up as the two spoke, but when Verda ushered him into the kitchen, he didn’t fight it.

“I’ll order us something, but we have to get back to moving the boxes after. Look, if you want to put on a movie and sit there and be cute, that’s fine. I’ll move the boxes myself, but if there’s anything weird in them, please warn me before I pick it up.” She only paused to pull out her phone long enough to order something she knew that her best friend would inevitably love. “Food will be in half an hour. Think you can make it that long?”

—

Instead of getting up from the couch, the bartender sunk further into the cushions, shifting instead so that she was laying down and her entire body was stretched out onto the cushions. It was humorous, really, because she was mimicking her own cat, as Petri, unbothered by his new surroundings, was stretched out beneath a fading patch of sunlight on one of Ver’s chairs. “There’s nothing in any of those boxes that can hurt him.” She groaned, tone bordering on whiney as her arm came up to dramatically rest across her forehead. She knew Ver was right, she couldn’t let her mess spill out into the common spaces in her best friend’s home- a space the other woman was kindly allowing her to share. “Unless you see a box marked ‘drugs and stuff’ because those are my sex toys.” She mused with a grin, only joking. Those were already tucked away safely in her bedroom.

“Have I ever told you you sound like a nagging wife sometimes?” She asked, humor lacing her words but an air of truth hung about them. If she was being honest with herself, Rüya knew she needed the push Ver wasn’t afraid to give, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to complain about it and try and find a way out of it. “How about we revisit the whole boxes thing after I eat. You know I can’t make decisions about heavy lifting on an empty stomach. I’ll faint.” She grinned, head tilting to look towards her best friend. “I’ll try, but I make no promises. Do you have a Snickers?” She teased. “Come sit down, pick a movie with me.”

#c: verda #c

dilanxbarak:

“You can call bullshit all you want, Rüya,” she shook her head. The brunette, as much as she wanted to be in disbelief about the whole situation, she was not. “I work far too much to get laid and well,” Dilan paused, “I’m just finding myself ready to move on.” She knew the age old saying, to get over someone, she would have to get under someone else, but she was far too emotional for that. Dilan became easily attached to anyone that walked into her life, romantically or platonically. Not having Rüya live with her the last few months had been a change for the brunette as well, though she stayed busy with work, it didn’t mean she didn’t notice how much quieter the house was. “A Disney princess?” She laughed, shaking her head again at Rüya’s words. “I mean, there is,” she twisted her lips, “his name is Dallas. We’ve gone on a few dates here and there, been talking on and off but something always keeps us apart,” she admitted to her, “and then there’s the fact that I think he’s quite the ladies man, which isn’t entirely the best for me.” She paused a moment more, “He has been very sweet lately, bringing me flowers, coffee, but we’ve yet to talk more.”

—

Rüya’s face fell, only for a moment, as Dilan mentioned she was just now finding herself ready to move on. There was a clench in her chest as she, too, understood what it was like to be hung up on Khalil, but that wasn’t something she was about to discuss. Besides, she’d made the decision to act as if the man had never been part of her life. To the bartender, he was a stranger, and she was much happier that way. “Well then maybe I’m just disappointed. Because you are a Disney princess.” She grinned, though her expression turned brighter, full of excitement as the kind woman across from her mentioned there was in fact someone in her corner. “Have you guys slept together?” She asked, her curiosity outweighing any sort of decorum she might have had left. “But hey, we all fall for a bad guy every now and then... but if he’s bringing you flowers and coffee it sounds like he’s putting in some work. How many dates have you guys been on? Has he asked you out on any more?”

#c: dilan #c

nathanccrane:

There had been a moment of panic when Nathan noticed the door to his office was ajar. He’d left it shut tight and locked. Carla was nowhere in sight and the surrounding rooms were empty, so it had been instinct that led his hand to his gun… only he hadn’t needed it, obviously.

“I think that’s debatable,” Nathan replied, hand retreating from the weapon and his eyebrow arching at the sight of her. He should’ve known; the boys outside would’ve had a better chance of seeing an assassin entering the building than they would Rüya. Her ability to sneak into places she didn’t belong was at odds with the general tornado that seemed to accompany her every mood, but it could’ve been useful if she had any self control. Knowing all of this had made it easier not to question it when she’d disappeared. It didn’t, however, offer any explanation to the distinctly un-Rüyaish look in her eyes. The remnants of coke were obvious on the desk surface. “Get out of my seat and I’ll unlock the good stuff for you.”

—

The way his hand went to the weapon she knew he kept on his person wasn’t lost on Rüya, but she was too numb to care. In truth, she doubt she’d have flinched had he pulled the weapon and pulled the trigger- then again, it wouldn’t have been the first time she’d be forced to face her mortality down the barrel of a gun. “You’re wrong.” She countered, smirk on her lips but voice flat as she looked at him. “Is this one of those ‘you should see the other guy’ situations or have you joined a fight club you can’t talk about?”

As he told her to get out of his seat, a smug expression overtook Rüya’s features and she leaned back, bringing her legs up so the heels of her boots were propped up on the edge of the desk. “You think this is my first rodeo? Good stuff first then we can talk about you getting your seat back.”

#c: nathan #c #gun tw

#inspo.#musings.#such big rüya energy i can’t #also idk where i got this from i had it screenshotted on my phone to post 😂

caul-serrikane

Yeah, exactly. I don’t know. To be honest, if my dad was still here, I’d probably still be doing this shit.

EUPHORIA | 2.02 “Out of Touch”

#inspo.#big vibes #but also she needs a friend like this pls & thanks #drugs tw #death tw

tiredwritcr

DENIZ IŞIN photographed by cem talu

#visual.#it’s fine I’m fine #SHES PERFECT WTF

WHO: @emelinecormier WHERE: Amelie’s, Downtown

Just setting foot in the restaurant had the bartender’s throat itching, the cajun-creole style food was heavy on the shellfish, something she was deathly allergic to. But that was part of the thrill. That and informing the restaurant’s owner that she was back in town in the most disruptive way possible.

“I said, I want to speak to the owner now!” Her voice grew louder as she demanded, in the sternest way possible, to the wait staff that had, unfortunately, been tasked with serving her for the afternoon. Had she not popped a few Xanax before she left the house that afternoon, she might have felt bad, but this was all a means to an end... one that was walking out of the kitchen now looking less than thrilled. Excellent.

“You know,” She began, crossing one leg over the other with her arms folded across her chest as she looked up at Emmy with a smug grin, “It’s almost like you knew this meal was for me and kept the shrimp in. Who ruined the surprise and spilled the beans, hm?”

#c: emmy #c #surprise bish #drugs tw

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