#verdadurmaz

[cjwelford-archive]

○ location: holy spirits ○ status: closed for @verdadurmaz

The chanting for shots had reached a crescendo overtaking the music, and CJ was definitely one of the loudest, clapping his hands and cheering as he watched the group surrounding them down the drinks. He didn't really know them, just sort of came across them by happenstance, but they accepted CJ as one of their own, which to him was the more important thing. He was about to take his own shot when he noticed Verda, holding the glass up in the air as offering it to her.

"Hey! Free Treat Lady!" He called, as if he didn't know her name, "Come take a shot! Apparently I'm your wife's long-lost brother which makes me your long-lost brother-in-law, and I'm hella big on family time!"

[hcnayun]

— characters: hana & verda — setting: lmao at verda's place ig — partner: @verdadurmaz

Boundaries may still be something of an issue for the native New Yorker, especially for one that never had much privacy in her formative years. So, excited with news, Hana casually let herself into her friend's place and looked around for her until she found her still asleep in bed. Not wanting to startle the woman, she took care in getting onto the open side of the bed and crawled over to the side Verda was curled up on her side and was all grin as she leaned over the baker's shoulder. "Hey, there's some news I forgot to share with you," she informed in a somewhat quieter voice.

[freddiefkncrane]

closed starter; @verdadurmaz

location: Freddie Crane's Estate

Freddie had adamantly refused to slow down in spite of doctor's orders following his release from the hospital. He had a cigar lounge in development and more motivation than ever to get it up and running by the end of the summer. Sooner, if he had his way. While he gave his word to Carla to cut back on his amusements, he refused to stay off his feet or put off business. He'd had a brilliant idea over night and reached out to pitch an offer, the likes of which he presumed couldn't be refused.

"Ms. Durmaz.. so pleased you could make it." He greeted once the woman stepped into his private study, escorted by his housekeeper who quickly made herself scarce. "Can I get you a drink?"

[malloryhuitson]

○ location: blooming dale’s ○ status: closed for @verdadurmaz

Deciding her home needed more of a festive undertone, despite the large tree in the living room and the tasteful twinkling lights that outlined her porch, Mallory decided that perhaps a wreath for the front door would do the trick. Something fit for the season, but not garish, let the neighborhood watch have a fit. She had found herself at the flower shop, shivering at how it seemed to be cool all year long, as she examined the different themed wreaths. “So, I read it can last until the New Year if I hang it up around mid-December? If so, how would it fair with the Colorado climate?” She glanced up, expecting to be talking to the florist, not realizing they had moved away to help out elsewhere and she had just directed her question at another customer. “Apologies…please ignore me. Unless, you happen to know the answer?”

[ingridlczano]

location: lunch box

character: @verdadurmaz​​ & ingrid.

"I thought we could have lunch and chat here, so whatever you choose is on me today," Ingrid announced, her gaze moving to the menu on the wall. She contemplated the various options and beverages, debating whether to stick with her usual or venture into a new combination. "And considering you're a married woman now, I guess tequila time is off the table... for the moment," casting a teasing glance in Ver's direction, the brunette cracked a smile. "What do you think? We can go somewhere else if you want."

[alesolcno]

— characters: ale & verda — setting: down the block from the sweet spot — partner: @verdadurmaz

When the brunette glanced up from her phone to be sure that she wasn't about to walk into someone, a pole, or off the curb and into the street she saw a familiar face headed toward her.

It had been years and clearly plenty had changed in their lives as she had, more than a month ago, photographed this piece of nostalgia as she married another woman.

A battled raged on in her head, same as it had on Verda's special day, if she should say something or let the past be where it had been left. It had been unexpected to be reacquainted with the baker's countenance in Providence Peak of all places, which had done a number on the photographer's head in wondering if this was the universe trying to speak to her.

Wasn't there a saying along the lines of 'everything happens for a reason'?

Boot covered feet stopped and a tentative smile formed on her lips as Verda came within earshot. "Hey," Ale gently called out to her then cleared her throat and spoke a little louder, "hey, Verda..."

As though she couldn't stop the spill from parted lips, she went on— "I keep seeing you around and each time I talk myself out of saying 'hello' but this time a different voice in my head won the battle. You look really fucking great." So good that Ale pined for a few pulls on her vape. "Your wedding was amazing."

[ingridlczano]

When Ingrid woke up that morning, she never anticipated having a conversation like this - not even in her wildest dreams. She couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I honestly don't know what to say... or if it's even socially acceptable to give you a bear hug without people assuming I'm launching an attack," the brunette half-joked, her smile infectious. Ingrid cherished her position and all the perks it brought, from Verda's comforting presence to the confidence it instilled in her, even though she couldn't fully savor all the pastries at The Sweet Spot. The café and Verda had become some of the most positive aspects of her life, and Ingrid couldn't be happier. "Alright, waiting until tomorrow it is," she affirmed, knowing her answer wouldn't change.

With unwavering confidence, Ingrid clapped her hands together and declared, "This is going to be one of the best times of our lives, and I aim for nothing less."

@verdadurmaz

She attempted her best look of not being surprised, but she felt her eyes widen and smile do the same as she looked back at the other. "Really? I've been thinking about it because you've been here from the start. You know how things work and you're one of the only people I trust enough to make that offer to." Sure, her other employees had proven themselves as being quite incredible, but Ingrid? She'd gone a step above and beyond more times than once and if there was ever a person she trusted enough to help her run the place, it was the brunette in all her gorgeous glory. "For the sake of giving you a moment... think on it? We can meet back here tomorrow and we can talk about details and any demands you'd want." There would be a pay raise with other benefits tacked on, but she wanted to know what Ingrid wanted.

All fears aside, she was in good hands and she knew it. "I expect nothing but the most fun to come from it. You've got my trust. If you have any trouble reaching my other friends, just let me know? I'll yell at them to get it together."

[tysingh]

closed starter for @verdadurmaz at the sweet spot

When Tyler stumbled upon one of Emmy's bank cards that had fallen into her couch, the absolutely petty side of her had been tempted to throw it away as a small fuck you just for herself to enjoy. As much as she wanted to, however, she wasn't going to stoop that low with Emmy. She was not, however, interested in delivering it back to her best friend. When she got into her truck to go drop the card off at Amelie's, Ty found herself instead swerving away from it, not wanting to run into Emmy there. Instead, in a decision she was regretting from the moment she made it, she swung into a parking spot near Ver's bakery. Stomping inside with an attitude from the get go, Tyler marched over to the counter, cutting past the line to slap the card down. "This was taking up space in my couch," she said simply, pushing it over.

[sarayoon]

— SETTING: end of summer bonfire bash ; — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for VERDA DURMAZ | ( @verdadurmaz )

They had been roasting smores for a while now and luckily, Sara wasn't going to be the one to have to deal with this sugar rush, since Bin would be going home soon with his nanny—as selfish as that thought might have been. She shook her head when her son offered her yet another s'more, and Gosh if she had to eat more marshmallows, she'd die. He then turned to the nearest person and offered her the s'more he'd just made. God, that little kid was already a charmer... she feared for her own sanity when his teenage years rolled around.

"You don't have to take it." Sara chuckled as she looked at the brunette. "I just can't handle any more, and I feel like I might start questioning my life decisions if I let him eat one more."

[emelinecormier]

— verda durmaz ver's home, claret park.

She brushed at her shirt one last time, as though that would be enough to get rid of the scent the last cigarette she'd had after closing up the restaurant that night, completely sober. It was a fresh habit, one that she'd fallen into during her late night walks with Lainey, seeking a reprieve from the stress of a new marriage and a lost head chef. It didn't usually help, but Emmy found herself trying it again and again, just in case it started to the more she sought it out. It was better than alcohol, she justified, though she doubted it was anything more than that. A justification to find another unhealthy way to cope with life. Whether it did or not was a question for another day and Emmy finally gave up on getting the lingering scent off of her, hoping that Verda just wouldn't notice. Grabbing the grocery bags from the back of her car, she set them down only momentarily to lock it, before picking them back up again and making her way to the front door that she'd grown familiar with. Pressing a free pinky to the doorbell, she stepped back and waiting for the other to answer the door, and when she did, Emmy was quick to explain the amount of bags weighing down each arm. "I thought I could contribute a little. It's not like I buy groceries for my apartment." A shrug lifted her shoulders before she added, "Oh, and there's a toy in there for Zepp. I really wasn't what he'd like, but the cashier at the pet store said it's like, indestructible and stuff."

@verdadurmaz

[carlavillanueva]

Characters: Carla Villanueva & Verda Durmaz (@verdadurmaz) Location: Freddie's Cigar Lounge Closed Starter

Having left the distillery to run some errands in town for Nathan, Carla figured that she could take a small detour and check up on Freddie at the future cigar lounge. She knew he was going to be there today and she figured a small surprise wouldn't hurt. That surprise definitely included his lunch which she grabbed for him after stopping at the dry cleaners. She made her way inside the place which was shaping up nicely, nodding at some of the workers and smiling at the boys Freddie had stationed at his lounge. She knew where Freddie's workspace was so she headed straight there, only to see someone she definitely did not expect walking out. "Verda. What are you doing here?"

[cjwelford-archive]

location: lucky joe’s

status: closed for @verdadurmaz

Whilst it wasn’t the best in town, sometimes when CJ was on a comedown all he needed was a bagel with everything (and more) on it. And paired with a coffee that was more akin to tar than an actual drink, it was exactly the perfect remedy for his booming head. Adorned in sunglasses that had been left around the apartment - pink and a bit too small for his head - he was waiting against the counter for his order to come up when he spotted Verda. “Hey!” He called, voice way too loud for the small establishment. “It was your wedding, right? With the free tattoos? That shit was sick!” He himself didn’t get inked, but it had been fun to see. “Congrats by the way, your wife is hella lucky!”

[hcnayun]

— characters: hana & verda — setting: hot cocoa stop —partner: @verdadurmaz

The mess and confusion of her life lately hadn't been making the upcoming holiday season easy to prepare herself for. Hana had been young when her family had decided to cut ties, and while found family was of great importance to the yogi it was still a difficult time of year for her to make it through.

Add on the stress of Flynn clearly being in town, or at least knowing where she was and going in and out of Providence Peak at his leisure, made it so that the former model was spiraling a little.

"What would you say is chocolate's bestie?" A random thought as she curled chilled fingers around a hot cup of holiday cocoa made for a random question. "Coffee, fruit, toffee, cookies...?"

A small chuckle somehow bubbled up her throat as if defying the troubles currently invading every part of her life.

Life forced her to carry on time and time again and perhaps that was why she was able to laugh, talk nonsense, and spend time with a friend.

"Have you started decorating for Christmas yet? Any plans?"

[freddiefkncrane]

closed for @verdadurmaz & @derekxaranda

"The day's finally come," Freddie grinned, holding the photo studio door open for Verda to step through ahead of him. The date set for the important marketing shoot was upon them and Freddie was nearly vibrating with excitement. While he surely didn't object to the prospect of spending a few hours with a gorgeous woman dressed in lingerie, he was most anticipating the perfect shot for the billboard space he'd just rented. He hoped that the photographer he'd hired for the task wouldn't disappoint. He'd better not. "Are you feeling nervous?" he inquired, following Verda inside, then giving the space a once over, hearing someone rustling behind a backdrop. "Pressure is to be expected with an endeavor as significant as this one."

[sebvora]

LOCATION — The Jagged Yard.

WHO — Sebastian & Verda ( @verdadurmaz ).

VALENTINE'S DAY TASK. LOVE LETTER.

Sebastian had been sitting on a stool near the bar for what felt like an eternity, scribbling little doodles on a napkin’s edge while he tried to muster some form of eloquence from his brain. In actuality, he’d probably been sitting there for no more than fifteen minutes, and trying was a heavy overstatement as he really didn’t do much in the way of transcribing any words on the weak piece of paper. To any stranger, it would have appeared as though he hadn’t been working on anything of substance at all, but to him it was very important. This note, despite the irony of it being put together extremely last minute on a bar napkin, was the best idea he ever had. It was his ticket to getting laid, he was sure. Girls loved love letters, didn’t they? All he had to do was emulate a love letter, and he was golden. “Stupid fuckin’ pen,” he cursed under his breath, annoyed that the pressure he was applying was practically shedding the napkin underneath it. With a grumble, he tossed it mindlessly ahead of him, watching it bounce off the end of the counter and drop to the floor. He turned to the person beside him, having at least half the decency not to reach across them. “Can you hand me that pen over there? That one was like, fuckin’ broken or something.”

[elifalvey]

LOCATION — Peak Seasons Ballroom, Saints & Sinners event.

WHO — Elijah & Verda ( @verdadurmaz ).

Elijah had been told to stay put. His girlfriend had sauntered off somewhere — and where that was, he didn’t exactly know — but he was determined to do as ordered, moving no more than an inch from where he’d been standing. It wasn’t until his eyes could no longer follow her in the crowd that he tore them away from her, looking down to find that he’d been standing next to a large bowl of novelty condoms. A huff of amusement left his lips before he started sorting through them mindlessly. Most of them were pretty normal on the spectrum of flavors, ones like strawberry or vanilla being the most stocked options out of the bunch, but he caught the glimpse of a soda can on one of the individual packages and curiosity got the better of him. “I feel like there’s a line to be drawn somewhere . . .” he murmured quietly, more to himself than to anyone in particular. Although as he felt a pair of eyes on him, he turned his head, laughing a little as he seemingly got caught. “Cola,” he said, the one word being explanation enough as he lifted the flavored condom he’d been referencing towards the other person. “Can’t imagine it’d taste much like soda, all things considered — or y’know, good, for that matter. Definitely one of the more interesting options.”