#ft. civan guneri

[jiya-santa]

👐 who are 3 people in town you'd have a ONS with?

"I don't really know anyone.. I suppose the cowboy guy that owns that cowboy bar, the guy with blue eyes I saw at the hospital and, well, Cem, I guess. He's pretty.. hot, I suppose."

ft. @wesparkcr, @civanguneri, @cemcerkez

[nate-strauss]

Nate and his bio-less instagram. ft. days at the library, his record player and one of his favourite albums, old date nights with @hollyparkcr (because he doesn't know he can delete posts and he rarely posts on instagram), card nights with @civanguneri, his gay fish and snow fights with his little sister.

[lia-lozano]

Location: Chapman's Grocer Starter for: @civanguneri

It was a strange experience for Lia to run into her or her friend's ex boyfriends. If she ran into hers, she'd probably end up pushing her shopping cart into him and hightailing it out of the next available exit, even if that happened to be an open window. When she had spotted Nathaniel in town the other day, she had glared at him so hard, an elderly lady had stopped to check she was an actual psychopath. There was no way to explain that she was hoping a hole opened up and swallowed a man whole, so she'd just walked away.

But as she rounded the corner of the little grocery store and spotted Civan, she didn't feel any hatred she felt for her or Holly's ex. She still didn't know what had really gone on with him and Mari, but she had always liked Civan. Even if she was a little bit sure he had only just about tolerated her. Raising a hand in a wave as she approached him, she could only smile. "Civvy, it's been a long time." Even if he more than tolerated her, she couldn't say the same for the nickname she had given him once when she was drunk. "It's nice to see you."

[nate-strauss]

"You say it was a coincidence but I really don't think it was, we're just so in tune with each other that we buy the same clothes." Nate couldn't keep the smirk off of his face as he teased Civan. As different as the men were, there were ways they were so unbelievably similar. So similar that they were more than happy to spend an evening in the cardigans and slippers with a pretty silent board game between them.

Rolling his eyes a little, Nate took a sip of his coffee before placing the cup back on the counter. "Oh yeah, it's super interesting when it's non-existent. I mean, I loved her, I left, she hates me, it's no where near as exciting as your mom setting you up on dates against your will." Not that his own mother hadn't tried the exact same thing when he'd been home. With a smile on his face, Nate forced himself not to be an ass for once in his life in response to Civan's comment. "It's good to be back, man. Even with everything, it really is good to be back." Especially with the group of people who didn't hate him. "It was a long time coming."

His frown morphed into a further dead set scowl. Brows sunken into each other, "Maybe if I could be mute." The joke was offered in deadpan, but he'd been pretty close in school and that hadn't helped with girls either. Besides the gaggle of Kaplan/Yilmaz girls, family friends, he'd never exactly been popular. "That was not intentional. Don't you dare spread that around." Funnily enough, as fearful as Nate was of Lia's wrath, she would agree with him on this particular assessment. Potentially Holly too. Still, a miniscule handful compared to the many who saw him at face value. Cold, brusque. The man only seemed to ever fully thaw out around one or two people at best. "No," Civan dismissed and shook his head. "I'm not interested, I just keep getting set up. She's wife hunting." It wasn't that he wasn't dating, as much as he was already spending time with someone and though it was complicated he saw little need to pursue elsewhere. "Let's not try and flip things around on me. Your dating life is interesting enough for the both of us." Civan couldn't help but sneak a little jab in. After a beat, he uncharacteristically softened. His scowl gave way to something more pensive and neutral. "It's good to have you back."

[alarakcplan]

ALARA'S PERSONAL AND ONLY IG FEATURING

a snapshot she grabbed of @selinymaz doing their favorite activity, eating; a fuzzy mirror selfie of her on her bike; documentation of her and her bestie, @civanguneri's special handshake; a snapshot of her practicing kickboxing; @coltonatwater after a night out blowing off steam from a particularly long shift; a pic Colt grabbed of her in her fire suit after getting her ass handed to her; a pic of her and her baby; a forbidded shot of the back of the ambulance rig; and a pic of her doing her favorite activity, eating.

[nate-strauss]

👐 snog, marry, pie: civan, shane, travis

“You can tell this town hates me with how many answers I give that risk me getting punched. I’ll pie Travis, again, it’s just because I know him the least. I’ll snog Shane and marry Civan. We can share cardigans and buy each other matching slippers for our anniversaries.”

ft. @civanguneri, ft. @travmarshall, ft. @shanepcrker

[jiya-santa]

three people you would smooch?

"God, I hate these questions. I'll go with the same people as the one night stand question, the cowboy guy, the hospital guy and Cem and I am never answering questions honestly again."

ft. @cemcerkez, ft. @wesparkcr, ft. @civanguneri

[alarakcplan]

@civanguneri

[lia-lozano]

👐 snog, marry, pie: nate, civan, shane

“I’d pay good money to pie Nate, so doing it for free will be a gift and I’ll do it as many times as the law allows. I feel like the other two really are interchangeable though, but today I’ll say that I’ll snog Civan and marry Shane, half because he looks damn good on a horse and half because then Holly would be my sister.”

ft. @civanguneri, ft. @shanepcrker, ft. @hollyparkcr

[lia-lozano]

Snog, marry, pie: Lucas, Civan, Nate

"You mean the exes of my three best friends? Gross. I'll pie Nate, hopefully hard enough that he has cream lodged so far up his nose it never comes out. That bit isn't gross, that actually sounds like heaven. I guess, kiss Lucas and marry Civvy? But let's be real, girl code rules all."

ft. @lucasxattean, ft. @civanguneri

[alarakcplan]

If you took someone on a ride with you for one full day at work, who do you think would fair the best, and who do you think would give you the biggest headache?

I think Civan would do the best, obviously! Cause I know we'd work well together, it's just a matter of if he would be able to take orders from me😈And worst? Maybe Sahra, just bc she'd be too busy chatting up the hot patients and getting in the way🤦🏼‍♀️ @civanguneri @sahrademir

[camercnbishop]

Cameron’s grin deepened at Holly’s quip about the Tin Man. “You say that like I don’t still have the costume somewhere in my closet. All I’m saying is—if this turns into a full-on team theme situation, I’m not above breaking it out again. Glitter, silver face paint, the works.”

He leaned a little closer to the table, eyeing the chaos with amused curiosity. “And for the record, I would absolutely follow someone into battle if they led with ‘we’ve got fake grass and a dream.’” 

Turning toward Civan, Cameron nodded seriously. “Hershey kiss flowers? I like it. That’s the kind of functional creativity we need. It’s aesthetically pleasing and yummy. Can’t go wrong.”

He reached for one of the more neutral baskets, holding it up for the others to consider. “Alright, design queens, what do we think of this one? Too basic? Too beige for the TikTok mom crowd? Or just the right amount of understated charm to let the glitter do the talking?” @hollyparkcr

Holly couldn't help but laugh at Civan's reaction, clearly out of his element with a task such as this one. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but I don't know many kids who are into 'modern minimalism.' You sound like that TikTok mom that everyone hated on for repainting her daughter's Fisher-Price Christmas tree in shades of beige.”

The woman turned toward Cameron, shaking his hand as a warm smile spread across her lips. “You bedazzled a shoebox and voluntarily dressed in head-to-toe silver? Oh, you’re gonna fit in just fine. Honestly, that puts you a full mile ahead of this guy. My only complaint is that the Tin Man costume didn't make a re-appearance," she laughed aloud, trying to imagine the sight she had very clearly missed out on.

Surveying the mess on the table like a general preparing for battle, the red head was determined to lock in. “We’ve got fake grass, a bunch of candy that will 100% melt before noon, and enough fake flowers to build a garden. I think we can work with this. Now we just have to pick a basket.”

→ @civanguneri

[alarakcplan]

starter for: @civanguneri location: civan's place

Ramadan had always been Alara's father's favorite time of year. Between it and Yilbasi, the first three months of the year were always a special time in the Kaplan family. This year had been different, painfully so. After sabotaging nearly all of her relationships with her family on New Year's and Yilbasi, Alara had spent most of Ramadan alone, reflecting on her actions recently and the the way she had treated those she loved most.

So, after a month of agonizing over her own guilt, she finally decided to take action. And first on that list was Civan. Heading to his place laden with all their favorite snacks and a six pack of kombucha, she mentally prepared herself to do something that had never come easy for Alara. Apologize.

Ringing his doorbell, she waited at his door, wondering just how much groveling she was going to need to do tonight.

[alarakcplan]

She could tell she’d struck a nerve. And the rational, sensical part of Alara that the alcohol in her system was fighting to drown out, felt a twinge of regret. Civan didn’t deserve to be collateral damage to any part of her self-sabotage tonight. And while she hadn’t intended to make light of his feelings in any way - she was too absorbed in her pain tonight to even think of his own- she could tell that she had. 

In an uncharacteristic show of deference, especially when she was in a mood like this, Alara murmured a quiet, “Üzgünüm.” The sincerity ringing true in her voice, even if she wasn’t making a big production of it. Letting out a big breath, she sighed. She had intended to make a mess of things tonight, but not with her best friend. Looks like she’d have a lot of making up to do in the new year. 

At his declaration that he wouldn’t quit, Alara felt her heart squeeze as  warmth flooded through her. Civan was far too good for her. Especially in moments like this when all she deserved was his ire. Bumping his hip with hers affectionately. “You’re too stubborn for your own good, canım.” she replied, returning the sentiment easily. “Of all the things to be bullheaded about though, you pick me? I should be flattered, but honestly, I’m mostly concerned for your decision-making skills.” Self deprecation for the normally far too assured of herself woman was just about the biggest form of apology one could get from the brunette. 

She shook her head, an affectionate smile finally tugging her lips upwards, finding herself unable to slip beneath he crashing waves of her despair any longer, thanks to Civan. “Alright, you’re on.” She agreed easily, beginning to head in the direction of the bar. “But I promise I’m not holding back on the spice this time!” 

Unfortunately, Civan was not entirely impervious or immune to the other end of Alara's sharp tongue. He could handle many things, but this had a particularly bitter taste to it. Defensiveness flared within the man, and it took a lot of his willpower to clamp down on it — Civan had been a teenager when he lost his father. Teenagers were selfish creatures. Of course, he had regrets and said things to his father that haunted him even now. But he knew that defending his ego and the right to his own pain didn't help the situation. So Civan stared her down, jaw tight for a moment as he swallowed the flash of anger. "Don't." He breathed out in answer only once he'd reigned in some of the bite it might've initially been saturated in. "You're entitled to your pain," and self-pity "but do not presume to know how I feel." Civan straightened to his full height, not allowing himself another second of thought on himself. "Alara, canım..." Despite the emotion of it all, he couldn't contain the hint of a challenging smirk. "I'm not going anywhere." A shrug decorated his bulky shoulders as he squared off with her. "I don't quit. Besides, who else am I going to spend my evening with on a night like this?" He turned an open palm toward the crowd. Loud cheers broke out somewhere, people chattering away loudly in every decked-out corner of the ballroom. "How about... for now... you do me a favor?" Civan turned towards the bar himself this time, "We've got a new Mocktail to invent, hm? Make the bartender squirm?"

[marcoscntos]

Marco was spending as much time as he could at the beach these days. Soaking up the last remaining dregs of warmth that he could. Besides, after being locked in a cell for five years, the freedom a wide open beach offered, was something he had a hard time staying away from. He had spotted the group of people playing volleyball up ahead, but he was still a ways away and didn't pay much attention to who was playing until he was closer. He saw one of the players separate from the group and began heading towards the person who was walking several feet ahead of him. Only as he continued walking, getting closer to the conversation, did he begin to recognize the man who had left the game and hear what he was asking. Civan. Marco winced inwardly at the awkwardness of running into the son of the woman who owned the house Juan had broken into five years ago. He tried to speed up, hoping Civan wouldn't notice him, but as the person Civan was talking to turned down his offer and the younger man's eyes turned towards Marco, he knew there was no avoiding it now. "I'm guessing you don't need another team player that badly?" he offered, glancing over Civan's shoulder at the group of people waiting around the volleyball net.

Who | open ( capping at 3 ) Where | the beach. In the slowly dying out glimpses of summer heat, a deep chest rattling sigh escaped Civan as he was volunteered by his teammates to find a last minute substitute player. Why he of all people had been entrusted with the task he would never understand - but he begrudgingly obliged the others' urging. Bare feet carried him across the warm beach, stopping at the nearest beach goer who looked to be by themselves and of an age wherein they might actually agree to the favor and enjoy themselves. A hand raised to shield his eyes from the sun so he could look them in the eyes, offering what was a bit of an awkward forced smile. "Hey, uh, any chance you're up for a game of volleyball?" He'd gesture to the ball tucked under his left arm, as if that might be necessary. "Me and those guys..." he'd turn to glance back behind him to an equally shirtless crowd of adults around a volleyball net. "We're trying to get in a few season end plays, just for fun, and we had a no show."

[lia-lozano]

"You mean I'm not your best friend?" Gasping dramatically, Lia placed a hand on her chest as if she were heartbroken. "Civvy, I can't believe you'd do this to me." Shaking her head, she used her free hand to fan her face as if she were trying to keep the tears at bay. "We both know your life would be empty without me, but if you're not ready to admit that yet, I'll try and get through the pain."

Dropping both hands back down to the handle of her shopping cart, Lia nodded. "I'm going to ignore the little quip about my cooking, but only because now I really want to snoop around your house and eat your cooking." Looking down at her cart, Lia glanced over the contents. "Perfect, I'll see you at your place then, ice cream cake and chipperness in hand."

THE END.

A light of heart scoff settled in the air, his sharp blues having briefly rolled towards the ceiling. "I don't think Marie is the only contender for the title that'd be upset about being usurped by... me." If his ex-girlfriend wasn't the person in the lead, he felt pretty safe to assume a certain cheerful redhead was the next in line. He imagined he in actuality fell much further down the list in ranking. "—And, from the way I hear it, best friend is normally a role that goes both ways." Civan gave her a pointed look, "You're far too chipper to contend with those I have slotted in." He was far too much of a pain in the ass, Civan presumed, to be the full time responsibility of anyone less hard headed than Alara. With a final glance at the basket of groceries they'd put together, Civan gestured a hand towards the checkout. "I'll have a little more faith knowing your mother made it." Teasing, again, Civan made the quip while one hand moved to claim the basket into his own grasp and start walking towards the checkout counters. Of all the people he could have run into, and after the frustrating fiasco pre-Christmas, this particular trip wasn't too much of a hassle. Even if he'd entirely forgotten what all he had initially come into the store for. "I'll give you my address in Briar Hills then," he tacked on belatedly. Realizing that Lia hadn't been over before. "You can get the cake and I'll start cooking."