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Ch9 Don't Give Up Now
A/N: Sorry for the lack of post. My writing time is limit.
Anyway this chapter isn't perfect but I hope you enjoy regardless.
After spending one of the best days of his life since his diagnosis with Eda. Serkan had hoped they were at a turning point. 
It surprised him when they returned to work, she had returned to her previous attitude toward him. 
Business and civil, but not familiar. Not connected. 
It hurt, but he was willing to bear her hot and cold attitude, hoping to break all her walls down for good. 
He wanted his last days to be filled with love and Eda. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he was willing to fight for it. 
He let her set the pace and tone of their relationship, hoping that as long as he didn’t push her too hard, things would work out how he wanted them to. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Eda smiled in thanks when Serkan arrived in her office with a coffee for her. “You didn’t have to. I have an assistant that could have gotten me coffee.” 
“I wanted to,” Serkan said. “I found a place similar to our cafe back in Istanbul. It tastes the same. I’m sure you know the one I am talking about.” 
Eda paused as she recalled the cafe he spoke of. It was one of their first places they went together after admitting their true feelings and had quickly become their place. Serkan had gone so far as to permanently reserve a table for them. 
A warm feeling filled her chest, one she wanted to go away. 
Spending the weekend with Serkan had been both wonderful and not good. It was wonderful because she had been happier than she could remember in a long time. She had fun, and she enjoyed his company, but it was also bad because she felt old buried feelings brimming to the surface. 
Eda wasn’t sure she wanted to go there again with Serkan. 
She had her heart broken by him once and it almost destroy her and she wasn’t sure she could survive it a second time. 
And self-preservation was a powerful thing. 
Sher found herself shutting him out, remaining professional and all but putting the brakes on any chance of a reconciliation between them. 
But it was hard, so fucking hard, like right now when he did sweet things that reminded her why she had fallen in love with him the first time around. 
When moments like this she just wanted to grab him by the lapels of his jacket and kiss him for all he was worth. 
Eda lifted the starfoam cup to her lips and sipped at the liquid. 
Serkan was right, it taste the same. She took a larger drink. 
“I have some ideas for your home I want you to take a look at.” Eda pulled a file out from her desk and held it out to Serkan. 
Serkan accepted the file and sat across from her, opening the file and flipping through the detailed designs. 
Eda watched, biting her lip, awaiting his approval. 
Another thing that didn’t change. She cared for his opinion. More than she wanted to admit. 
“You’ve really improved.” Serkan said, closing the file. “We will implement this. We’ll need to hire contractors, buy materials and supplies.”
“That fast?” Eda asked. 
“I don’t intend to stay in a hotel during the duration of my stay. I would love to get a move on things.” Serkan replied and in truth, he had every intention of giving this dream house to Eda once he was gone to do with what she wanted. 
“There’s no rush though.” said Eda. Her heart beat faster in her chest.
She had wanted to figure out why Serkan was here and send him on his way back to Istanbul, ignore old feelings coming to the surface, but now, everything inside her was screaming to keep him here as long as possible. 
It was a conundrum. She wanted him as close as possible, but she also couldn’t help but push him away, putting distance between them.
Working with him despite her vocal protest and objections had become the best part of her day. 
There was a rush. Serkan fought the urge to grab her and kiss her like it would be the last time.
“Maybe not,” he lied, “but I would like to have it done.”
Eda fell silent momentarily, then with a sigh, she produced another file. “Here’s a list of contractors and supplies trades I liked to use. I’m certain you’ll find it up to your standers.”
Serkan took the file, opening it and checking it. 
Eda moved to the window as Serkan worked. 
Serkan watched her, uncertain what to make of things. She was sending him more mix signals than he knew what to do with. 
Slowly he approached her, taking her hand as he led her outside on to the terrace. 
“I don’t plan on going anywhere when my home is done.” Serkan told her. 
Eda turned to look at him but said nothing, but her hand tightened around his. 
God, Serkan had turned her into a mess. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She wanted him gone, and she wanted him close. 
She pulled her hand from his to wrap her arms around him, hugging him to her much to Serkan’s surprise, but he didn’t hesitate to hold her in his arms. 
He had dreamed of moments like this and he was going to saviour it as much as he still could. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Efe opened the door to Eda’s office, frowning when he couldn’t find Eda, but all he had to do was step further into her office and looking out to the terrace. 
His stomach twisted at what he saw. 
Serkan’s arms enveloped Eda’s waist, her head tucked into his shoulder, and she looked like there was nowhere else she wanted to be. 
Stepping back out of the room, he silently returned to his office. Taking a seat in his office chair, he picked up his cell, scrolling through his phone until he found the contact he was searching for. 
It ranged several times before it was answered. 
“Sehima, we have a bigger problem than I first thought.” Efe said at once. 
“If this is about Serkan Bolat, I thought I told you to take care of it.” 
“I’ve been trying. I’ve made it clear to Serkan he’s not welcome here. I reminded Eda of her past history with Serkan not ending well. I urged her to keep her relationship with Serkan professional, but you don’t see them together.” Efe tried to explain. 
Serkan and Eda were like two magnetic forces being pulled together. 
“I don’t want to see them together. Haven’t I made that clear?” her voice was hard. “Do whatever you have to do to keep them apart. I don’t care if you have to pursue Eda yourself to do it. I want Serkan Bolat out of my granddaughter’s life. Do you understand?” 
“Sehima, Eda is-”
“Do you understand?” her tone was like ice. 
Efe swallowed. “I understand.” 
“Be sure that you do. I would hate to have to make you pay back all that I have done for you.” 
Efe didn’t have time to respond before he heard the click of the call ending. 
He lowered his phone slowly. He knew Sehima had a fondness for him, but it seemed that fondness only went so far. 
And she was one person he did not want to be on the wrong side of. 
He would do as she ask to the best of his ability for his own sake. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
The next week, Eda and Serkan worked together, getting everything together. Supplies, contractor, workers. All that they would need to begin working on the project. 
To celebrate Serkan’s team, Eda, all went out to dinner, even Aydan and Seyfi joined them. 
They went out to Eda’s favorite restaurant; it was held on an outside patio, the stars in the sky shining brightly, reflecting off the river with a trail walk. Soft music was being played by a local band. 
Dinner was filled with jokes, grins and laughter. 
Aydan watched her son. Happiness shined from him anytime he was near Eda and it was a sight to see. One she would cherish. 
At first, she hadn’t understood why being near Eda when he was so sick was so important. He should’ve been trying to fight, to live but seeing him with Eda now she got it.
He was living. Eda breathed life in him the way nothing else did. 
Her boy wanted to spend the remainder of his time living. 
Tears gathered in her eyes, tears that broke her heart because her boy was dying. His time on this earth was limited, and she wasn’t ready for that clock to run out. Her smile, however, was happy. Seeing Serkan happy brought joy to her heart and not much these days after learning of his illness did.
She watched as Eda leaned into Serkan, whispering something to him. Serkan turned to look at her, his eyes shining with mirth, a laugh on his lips. 
Eda grinned, leaning closer, her bangs brushing against her cheek. 
Serkan reached out, brushing the strands of her hair back, his knuckles skimming across her skin. 
Aydan could clearly see where everyone fell away for them, their world narrowing down to the two of them. 
It was a familiar sight and a welcome one, feeling like she was witnessing something intimate, she focused her attention back on everyone else. Engin had begun regaling the table with one of his many stories. 
Eda felt a shiver coursed through her as Serkan lifted her hand and pressed her knuckles to his lips in a brief kiss, turning his focus back on Engin to interject with his side of the story, since he was telling a story from their school days. 
Eda couldn’t make heads of tails of what was going on between them. One minute she was pushing him away, the next she refused to let him go, and Serkan was no better than her. He was so soft and sweet with her. Acting just the way he did when they were together and he made no efforts to disguise his attentions for being here and it went past their current business relationship for him. 
He wanted more. He wanted to reconcile. He wanted her. 
She turned her head just in time to catch Aydan stealing a glance at them, but she quickly looked away, but not fast enough. 
There was a strange sadness mixed with acceptant when she looked at them or more precisely when she looked at Serkan. 
Eda looked between the two, and she couldn’t for the life of her understand why. 
What didn’t she know? Did it have something to do with why Serkan was here? Why Aydan showed up suddenly? Why all of Art-Life best employees were there? Why even Engin, Peril and Layla would look at Serkan with this look of hopelessness? 
It all had to mean something, and she needed to know. 
She felt like something was wrong, but she couldn’t explain it. She had no reason to feel this way, but she did, and every bone in her body was screaming that this feeling was tied to Serkan. 
Seeing Serkan order dishes that were filled with spices and desserts that had a ton of sugar. It was so unlike him. Serkan who was a health nut and was careful about what he put in his body. 
He was a hypochondriac for christ’ sake. 
Further more as she thought about it, the other night, when he had the headache and the nosebleed, the Serkan she knew would have been calling the doctor immediately, scared he was deathly ill. 
Eda turned slowly to watch Serkan. There was something he wasn’t telling her. She knew it; she felt it and she wasn’t going to be able to let it go until she knew what it was Serkan was keeping from her. 
Serkan keeping secrets is what killed them the first time around. Hadn’t he learned anything from that? 
But what he was keeping from her now couldn’t be as bad as the secret he kept from her about her parents’ death. Could it? 
No, it was impossible. 
“Hey,” 
Eda felt Serkan’s hand slip in hers, the warmth of his skin seeping into her own. 
“You ok?” 
His eyes were so filled with genuine concern and care, it made her worries fall away. 
“Yeah.” she curled her fingers around his. “I’m good.”
Without thinking, Serkan smiled and lifted her hand to his mouth, his lips brushing her knuckles. 
Eda’s heart pounded in her chest. Dear God, what was he doing to her?
She wasn’t sure she had the strength to keep them apart for much longer, not when every nerve in her body screamed to be close to him, when her body yearned for his touch, not when she herself wanted all he could give and more. 
She leaned forward instinctively, kissing the edge of his jaw. 
Serkan’s eyes flitted to her in surprise, but she didn’t look away. 
A charge moment between them passing, only broken by Engin calling for Serkan’s recollection of the time he drunkenly fell into a water fountain when they were in school. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The following days, Eda couldn’t explain it, but she felt closer to Serkan as they continued to work together. 
It was almost as if they had never broken up, as if they had never spent a day apart, and this was exactly where they were meant to be. 
Eda could pretend that he never broke her heart, that there was no bad history between them, and that they were better together in all the ways that mattered. 
Eda walked back into her office with a takeout bag. “So, I got us coffee and croiss-”
Eda's brow furrowed. Serkan was hunched over a chair, spilled papers scattered about him. He had one hand pressed tightly to the side of his skull and the other wiping beneath his nose. 
“Serkan? Are you alright?” Eda inquired, concerned.
Serkan immediately turned his back to her. 
“Serkan?” She set her bag down and their drinks and touched his arm, turning him back to face her. “Are you not well?” 
His skin was pale, there was a slight sheen of perspiration on his skin, his eyes looked pain, and she wasn’t for certain but his nostril were almost coated red along the edges as if his nose had been bleeding. 
He looked worse for wear, and it was alarming when Serkan was normally the image of perfection. 
“I’m fine. Just allergies.” Serkan said, brushing off her concern. “I want to see how everything is progressing. Engin and Piril have assured me everything is moving along smoothly, but I would like to see it for myself.”
“Serkan, if you’re not feeling well, maybe you should go home, rest.” Eda suggested. “You shouldn’t run yourself ragged. The team can handle it.” 
“It’s just a cold.” Serkan forced a smile, grabbing one of the coffee’s she brought and taking a generous sip and then biting into one of the croissants. “See I’m fine.” he said, after swallowing his bite of food. “C’mon, let’s go. I need to see how things are going myself.”
“Fine.” Eda relented, hoping he would not over do it. “But I’m driving.” 
“Not your Uncle.” Serkan protested. 
Despite her worry, Eda found herself smiling. “Don’t talk bad about Uncle. He’s my constant.”
Serkan shook his head and with one hand carrying his coffee, and the other hand on her lower back usher her out of the room. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Serkan’s head pounded. There was a sharp pain behind his eyes that made him want to double over, but he clenched his jaw against it, willing his body to ignore and endure the pain. 
He saw the look of worry in Eda’s eyes from earlier, and he hated it. He didn’t want to worry her and he certainly didn’t want that worry to turn into pity.
It would be the end of them, 
Throughout the day, she would ask him if he was okay and every time he told her, he was fine. 
He could see she didn’t believe him and was becoming frustrated with him, but there was nothing he could do. 
He could not let her know he was sick. He didn’t want his illness to fluence any of her decisions where he was concerned. 
Serkan rolled the passenger side window down, hoping the fresh air would ease the nausea brought on by his headache. 
With Eda’s eyes on the road, he faced out the window and discretely rubbed his temple. It was a few moments before the pain eased and he didn’t feel like his head was going to explode or like he was going to hurl. 
“We’re here.” Eda pulled up outside his property they were working on. 
There were several construction trucks and workers moving around the property. 
There were a couple of gardeners tending to the garden. 
He could see that Engin and Piril were set up on the wrap-around porch, overseeing and giving instructions when needed. 
Serkan didn’t answer and stepped out of the car. He felt a little dizzy, so he moved slowly. 
Eda watched him carefully. She had been doing so since they left the office, but did her best not to be obvious. 
He was under the weather, she was certain of it. She just didn’t understand why he was pretending he wasn’t. 
The Serkan she knew would have called the doctor at the first sign of a cold. He had a hypochondriac personality. When did that change? 
Eda moved to his side, standing close enough in case he needed help, though she knew he would never ask for it. 
They made it up the steps to where Engin and Piril were. 
“What’s the progress?” Serkan asked. 
Engin and Piril went into what had already been done and what was currently being worked on. 
Engin and Piril both ushered Serkan inside so he could see the work for himself. 
Work on the upstairs floor was well underway and once it was done, they would work on the bottom floor. 
Eda had people already working on the garden. She excused herself to go check on them, telling herself that Serkan would be fine. He was with others and if he was fine as he claimed to be. She had nothing to worry about. 
Eda walked outside to the garden and smiled at the progress.
The garden was going to be beautiful when it was done. Eda noticed faintly it would be in the image of her perfect garden. 
Rather, that was intentional on Serkan’s part, she didn’t know, but as she walked back into the house and up the stairs, seeing the progress, she noticed the house was in the image of what she wanted. 
What was he playing at?
He was confusing her more than ever. His reasons for being here, the renovations he wanted, hiring her to help with this when Art Life was more than equipped for this project, his cold that was ailing him and him not seeking immediate medical attention. It was all leaving her confounded.
She hated the feeling that she was missing something. Something important. Something that would make everything make sense. 
Her worry for Serkan grew as she walked in to see Serkan leaning against the wall, his palm pressed against his temple, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. 
He looked in pain. 
Piril and Engin stood with him, concerned energy coming off them. It wasn’t surprising to see Engin, looking concerned. It didn’t take much to get the man upset or worried, but Piril was different. 
In a lot of ways, the red-haired woman was a lot like Serkan. Work-a-holic, short-tempered, low tolerance, no nonsense attitude and didn’t like to discuss personal matters or feelings unnecessarily. 
Yet, she stood beside Serkan with a worried frown, her hand hovering in the air as if she wanted to reach out to Serkan. 
“Is everything okay?” Eda asked, walking further into the room. 
Engin and Piril straightened and smiled over at her. 
“Everything is fine.” Piril answered. “We were just going over some material details with Serkan.”
“Why would anything be wrong?” Engin gave a laugh. “Everything’s perfect as can be.” 
Eda saw through their fake smiles, as Serkan’s hand dropped from his head and he pushed away from the wall, straightening. 
Eda’s eyes narrowed. “Could you two give Serkan and I a moment, please?” 
Engin and Piril shared a look and then looked to Serkan, waiting for his answer.
Serkan nodded at them. “We’ll be along shortly.” 
Eda waited until they were alone. “What is going on with you?” 
“Nothing?” Serkan answered. “I’m just feeling a little under the weather.” 
Eda’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t feel under the weather and when you do, you're the first to believe you are dying. The Serkan I knew would have gone to a doctor by now.” 
“But I’m not the Serkan you once knew.” Serkan argued. “I’m not the same man you left behind. I changed. This is one of those changes. I don’t obsess over my health likes I once did.” 
“People change. Yes, but not like this.” Eda insisted. She knew in her bones something was different. Wrong even. 
“Eda, I am telling you nothing is going on. Nothing is wrong.” Serkan said, firmly, his jaw clenching. “I have a cold and I’m stressed. Nothing more.” 
Eda shook her head and took a step forward, her front brushing against him. “I know there’s something you are not telling me, Serkan.”
Serkan stared down at her. She was so beautiful, so insistent. So frustrating. 
He knew she was pressing because she cared, but he couldn’t let her find out the truth. 
“There’s noth-”
“There is. I can feel it-”
Eda’s eyes widened as he grabbed her by the back of the neck, closing the remaining distance between them, his mouth on hers. 
It was so reminiscent of the kiss when he told her he was madly in love with her. 
It took Eda’s breath away and everything fell away. 
Nothing mattered but the feel of his lips on hers. 
It was like coming home, and she welcomed the feeling. 
Her hands reached up to grip his shoulders, her mouth moving with his in a familiar dance. 
Serkan deepened the kiss at her reactive response. His entire being focused solely on kissing Eda like his life depended on it. 
And for him, in a way, it did. 
Being with her was the purpose for his life and it was the only thing that mattered to him. 
She was everything. 
A/N: I want to take a moment and thank anyone whos is still reading this.
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Serkan's Fairy Girl, Eda's Robot - Give In To Love
Summary: This is just my take on what happened in between Edser officially getting back together.
A/N: Warning for Smut and emotions.
This is roughly edited because I had to take my mom to her doctor's appointment.
“I need to see the tattoo.”
Serkan’s words echoed in her head, her heart pounded against her chest. 
If she showed him the tattoo that was it. There was no turning back? 
Was she ready for that? Was she ready to forget the pain, the anger, the regret? Was she ready to leave it all behind and embrace the love in her heart? Was she ready to let her fear go and trust him not to break her? 
Yes, she was. 
Keeping her eyes locked with his she held her hand out to him. 
Serkan slid his hand into hers, and allowed her to pull him inside, he shut the door behind him. His hand tightened around hers, lacing their fingers together as they started up the stairs. 
Eda led him into her room and shut the door behind her. Serkan released her hand to draw her into the circle of his arms. 
One arm circled her waist while the other cup her cheek, his rubbing across her smooth cheek. 
God, she was even more beautiful than the day he first saw her, and her eyes, those beautiful eyes captivated his soul. She had his heart, mind, body, and soul to do whatever she wanted with. 
Eda cupped his face, her nails scratching through his beard. 
Serkan closed his eyes at the feeling, letting himself just be taken over by her closeness and her touch. 
Serkan pulled her more against him, arms wrapping her in a warm embrace. Eda wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him. 
Serkan tucked his face in her neck and breathed her intoxicating scent in. 
“I know we have a lot to talk about,” Serkan said, pulling back, his fingers trailing through her soft hair. “And we can’t just sweep everything under the rug but can we just have tonight? Can we keep it simple and just be two people in love spending the night in each other’s arms?” 
Eda leaned up, pressing her lips against his, she pulled back a moment later, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Let it just be us tonight, following our hearts.” 
Serkan's lips met hers in a slow kiss, her hands traced his arms while his smooth over her back down to her hip and back up, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt. 
Eda had almost forgotten the way his hand could nearly expand her entire back, the heat from his hand was sinking into her skin. Her lips parted on a sigh and Serkan took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping inside and plundering her mouth. 
Sher gripped him tighter, arching into him. She felt like she couldn’t get close enough, breaking the kiss she held his face in her hands, her forehead pressed to his. “Do you still want to see it?”
“See it?” Serkan’s mind was muddled and all he could think about was Eda’s warm skin beneath the palm of his hand, and the taste of her lips, her soft body pressing into his. 
“Our tattoo.” Eda's smile widened as his clear confusion. 
Serkan nodded abruptly. 
Eda reached for the hem of her shirt and lift it slowly, pulling it over her head. Her breasts were encased in a black bra and just beneath her left breast was their tattoo. 
Serkan reached out his thumb brushing against the mark, he scooped her in his arms without warning. 
“Serkan,” Eda exclaimed, her arms going around his neck, 
He gently laid her on the bed and climbed over her, his lips immediately finding the tattoo. 
Eda ran her hands over his shoulders, arching into his mouth as his tongue traced the curved of the tattoo. 
Serkan’s lips slowly moved over the top of her breast, her collarbone, her neck, beneath her jawbone before finally finding her lips again, his body settling perfectly against hers. 
Eda’s fingers found the buttons of his shirt as the kiss deepened. 
Neither broke the kiss when she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, Serkan quickly discarded the shirt and was back to pulling her against him, the skin-to-skin contact like a balm for his lonely soul. 
Eda pushed at his chest and he leaned up on his knees, she followed, reaching for his buckle. 
Serkan watched as she pulled his belt free then reached behind her unfastening her bra and sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside. 
His hands found her breast as she unfastens his jeans, pushing at the material. 
With a groan he moved his hand away from her body and stood, kicking off his shoes and yanking his boxers and pants down. 
He moved toward her and leaned down pressing a kiss to her navel before unfastening her pants, removing her heels, and pulling the fabric down her legs, leaving her in a pair of black lace panties. 
Serkan fought back a groaned. 
Serkan circled her ankles and slid his hands slowly, up her legs, squeezing her calves and thighs, and moving higher until he reaches the thin fabric of her panties resting on her hips. His thumb hooked in the sides and he dragged the small scrap of lace down her legs, tossing it over his shoulder. 
Eda moved further up the bed, holding her arms out to him. 
Serkan follows kissing up her body, starting with her hipbone and working his way up, sucking and nipping at her skin as he went. 
Eda’s breath was labored by the time he reached her, heart-pounding and Eda couldn’t take it anymore, she grasps his face in her hands and pulled back to her mouth. 
Her kiss was needy, a whine leaving the back of her throat. 
Serkan deepened the kiss his mouth plundering hers as his hands mapped out every inch of her skin. 
Eda clenched her thighs as her sex clamped on emptiness. She needed him. Needed to feel him being one with her. Needed to express their love in the most physically intimate way possible. “Please,” 
It was one word but it matched the need and want clawing to the surface inside him. 
His hands gripped the back of her thighs and moved them higher on his hips, he reached between them, sliding the length of his cock between her folds, coating himself in her arousal. 
Eda gasped, her need increasing. "Serkan." 
Serkan positioned the head of his cock at her entrance but didn't push inside of her. His right hand slid back up her body, stopping on her breast to palm it and roll her nipple between his thumbs. 
Eda lifted her hips and the head of his cock slip inside her.
Serkan groaned, his hand on her breast slid higher, gripping her hand he laced their fingers and pinned it to the bed, his other hand held tightly to her hip. "I love you,"
A warmth spread through her, cooling down her desperation. She cupped his cheek. "I love you, too." 
Serkan’s heart felt lighter than it had in years hearing her say the words he longed to hear, the words he dreamed of her saying to him again. 
He kissed her softly before pulling back to lock their gazes and he sunk into her. She wrapped around him tightly, squeezing, he pushed further inside her until he was unsure where she began and he ended. 
Eda’s mouth parted, her chest rising and falling. She felt full and complete with him buried inside her, their fingers laced, his weight over her, his scent surrounding her. 
Serkan kept still, not ready to move, giving her time to adjust and just relishing the feel of being one with her again. 
He leaned forward, placing kisses against her jaw down her neck and over every inch of skin he could reach, his tongue darting out to taste her. 
Eda gasped as his teeth nipped at her collarbone. She buried her hands in his hair and tugged him back to her mouth, kissing him deeply. 
Serkan groaned as she used the back of heels to dig into his ass, trying to push him in deeper. 
He ripped his mouth from her skin and withdrew slowly, before pushing back inside her just as slow. 
Eda gasped, she could feel every inch of him pushing back inside, every thrust, every push, the grind of hips against hers. He built her up slowly, tenderly, and seeing the pleasure on his face, the love in his eyes, God, she couldn’t remember it ever being this intense. 
It was unbelievable and amazing, soon, she was writhing beneath him, saying his name again and again. The coil of heat inside of her pulling tighter and tighter. 
She was so close, but she needed more. Somehow, he wasn’t close enough. How was that possible when he was buried so deep inside her? 
“Serkan, please, Serkan,” She pleaded. 
“Eda,” Serkan groaned, he released his grip on her and arm, bracing himself on his elbows, he gathered her in his arms and Eda shifted her legs higher, her thighs squeezing around him, hands clinging tightly to his back. 
Much to Eda’s dismay, Serkan kept up the slow thrust, but it was somehow worse as her chest was pressed so tightly against his, she could feel the beat of his heart against her breast, his body hard against her soft one. 
When Serkan’s mouth found her neck as he kept up with his thrust she lost it, she writhed beneath him, needy whimpers pulled from the back of her throat. “Please.” She clamped down on him, trying to pull him in deeper. 
“Fuck,” It was Serkan’s undoing, he pulled back and snapped his hips back against hers driving into her hard and fast. 
Eda threw her head back in pleasure, she met him thrust for thrust as he drove into her deeper and deeper. 
Her eyes slid shut, losing sight of everything else as the pleasure consumed her. When his teeth grazed across her skin, he grounded his hips against her, his cock pushing against a spot inside her that had her seeing stars behind her closed eyelids, she came without warning, his name pulled from her chest.
Serkan groaned as she came around him, her walls sucking him in deeper, squeezing his dick, he felt a tingle in his balls. His cock pulsing, losing his rhythm he came a few thrusts later as she squeezed him for every drop he had, his face buried in her neck as he groaned her name over and over.
Serkan kept his weight, braced on his arms as Eda’s hand smooth through his hair and slid down his back, her touch loving. He pressed his lips to her neck, just breathing her in.  
Eda pressed a kiss to his shoulder and whimpered when he eased out of her.
Eda turned over onto her side and reached behind her for him, Serkan came willingly wrapping himself around her, his arm curling around her waist and holding her against him. 
Eda grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and holding it to her chest. 
“I missed you.” Serkan pressed his lips against her neck. 
Eda, tired, lifted his hand to her lips and kiss each knuckle before burrowing back against him, struggling to keep her eyes open. 
Serkan tightened his arm around her dragging her back against him and tuck his face into her neck, letting his own body finally rest. 
When morning came Serkan felt like he was living a dream, Eda was in his arms, her naked skin pressed against his, and somehow how she was even more beautiful in the morning than the night before. 
A/N: Thanks for reading.
Carefully abstracting himself from around her, he went to the bathroom, relieved himself, washed his hands, and pulled on his boxers. 
He returned minutes later with a rose in hand, he placed it on the nightstand, removed his boxers, liting the bed cover he slid back under and gently pulled Eda back into his arms, relaxing as she curled into him, her breast pressed into his side, her head on his chest and her hand resting over his heart. He grabbed the rose and held it, waiting for her to open those beautiful brown eyes, hoping it will be the start of their lives together. 
A/N: Thanks for reading!
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Eda did not know what she was doing, or why she was doing it. This was the first time in 25 years of her life that she had felt defeated and helpless. Caught in a series of unfortunate circumstances, and life’s treacherous ploughs, she was once again left alone. Her parent's untimely death had left scars on her soul, she could not escape the demons of her past. When Serkan entered her life, she believed that life would be easier. She will finally have someone, who will help her to breathe in the confines of a dark, closed room.
Little did she know, life does not work according to our beliefs. Destiny had plans for her, thrilling yet gruesome. She had imagined getting graduated, with a degree in landscape architect with hope and happiness in eyes. She did graduate, but there was nothing instead of anguish, and loneliness in her eyes.
Not even in her wildest dreams she had imagined to lose Serkan, her first true love. She was so used to be pampered by his love and affection that for once not being on the receiving end broke her into pieces.
It had been eight months since that fateful day. They heard that his plane went missing, they were supposed to get married. Once she had waited for her parents to come and take her away, but they never came back. This time she waited for Serkan to come and make her his lawful wife but he never.
If this trauma wasn’t enough already, she was met by another volcano that hit her so hard that she couldn’t believe she had managed to survive that pain.
He forgot her.
He didn’t have any memories of her.
He hated her.
Serkan Bolat was no longer her Robot Bolat.
After his arrival to Art Life, Eda had imagined it would be difficult to revive those memories he had forgotten but she hadn’t imagined that it would be nearly impossible to win back his love. It was as if he had returned with a stone instead of heart.
Her numerous attempts, pleadings, actions, could not move him. She wondered what was missing that he could not see her as his soulmate anymore.
She tried and tried and one fine day, Eda gave up, for his sake. It took a great deal of courage for her to accept the fact that he was not in love with her, and he won’t fall for her again. It was useless to torment him with her forceful behavior.
He wanted the holding. Of course
It was exactly why he had borne her existence around him for six months otherwise, he would have kicked her out of his life the moment he back to Art Life that day.
Yes, she was giving up on love. Not because she was a coward but because she was selfless, and she chose his happiness over hers. His happiness lied with his work and Selin.
Selin was his logical decision. She was the one, who fitted his lifestyle.
After the failure of her attempts, Eda decided to accept the job proposal from a renowned architect company in Paris, Alcmea.
She had been disregarding it for his sake but eventually Eda decided that it was meant for her. She was longer meant for Serkan or Istanbul. She had to leave for his peace and her sanity. There was no point of living in Istanbul after selling her shares to Serkan, there was no point of breathing the same air after losing him to Selin.
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One last time
She breathed nervously, wearing her silver earrings gifted by Aydan Bolat herself as a graduation present. Ferit and Ceren had thrown her a part before her farewell party, there was no excuse to avoid for otherwise they all would have thought that she is leaving with a sad heart.
Not that they were believing her otherwise.
She had to wear the mask of a jubilated Eda, who finally got the chance to work abroad, and make her dreams come true. She had a long way to go and Eda had decided that she won’t allow her failed love story to come in the way of her career. That’s something she was assertive of.
Clad in a long black evening gown, she looked breathtaking like always.
Yet he won’t notice. Neither her dress nor the charm bracelet she was wearing tonight. Not as a hope but as a way to get rid of some memories.
If she had decided to move on, and leave everything behind, she had to let go.
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Eda arrived late at the party; it was her way to avoid him. She wanted to meet everyone one last time for few minutes and leave as soon as possible.
He was looking for someone, her heart did not skip a beat because it wasn’t her. His eyes immediately caught Selin’s and she could tell his eyes only searched her.
Ferit announced everyone to get on the floor with their respective partners for a dance. Well, she didn’t have one so he offered her his hand immediately. Probably to save her from the embarrassment.
“You don’t have to, I’m fine.” She muttered shyly.
“Oh, come on! By the way, I wasn’t going to invite Selin, Ceren insisted because then it would’ve been odd.”
“That wouldn’t have changed anything! There’s no way he’s coming back even if Selin isn’t around.”
“He’s brainwashed by her Eda-”
Eda cut him off immediately, “Don’t- Ferit please Don’t. Have you brought the ring? Ceren is anticipating the proposal, if you’re late this time she will probably fly to Paris with me.” She joked, hiding the pain behind her eyes.
“All’s set. It will be soon, and you’ll be the first person to hear about it.” He winked and twirled her.
He caught her.
She was in his arms just like old times.
Breathe Eda. Not Anymore.
She held her head high in defiance, acting unaffected by his touch. She didn’t blame him for anything. It did hurt her though that he didn’t keep his promise of falling in love with her hundred times.
He had said that if he was born a hundred times, he will fall for her. He couldn’t live up to his words in the same life. Yet, she had no complaints, she accepted this as destiny’s decision and decided to remain determine in her stance.
She was acting good enough, not even for a second he could feel her nervousness or accelerated heartbeat.
She remained silent, closely following their twirling feet, and entwined hands. Acting as if perfecting this dance was the only thing she was interested.
He broke the silence by clearing his throat. “When is your flight?”
“Tonight” Her reply was simple, devoid of any emotions.
“have a safe flight Eda Yildiz.”
“Sao” She passed an awfully professional smile, avoiding to look at him in the eye. Though she could feel his gaze on her. His eyes hadn’t left her face for a second.
Why does he want now?
He placed his hands on her waist, his masculine hands perfectly fitted her petite waist like always.
Her arms were entwined around his neck securely. One last time, she wished to touch him. There were boundaries by inhaling his wood scent was more than enough.
Gladly, he pulled her closer by himself. She didn’t have to struggle. There was nothing intimate about that gesture. He was just dancing.
‘You look beautiful.’ He uttered silently. Eda knew him enough to tell that his compliment escaped his lips without taking permission from his mind.
It doesn’t matter.
“You too.”
“Beautiful? Me?” He raised his eyebrow in curiosity.
“Pardon if you don’t appreciate to be referred with a feminine adjective.” He was trying to be funny but Eda was beyond exhausted to indulge in a friendly conversation. She was not going to surrender.
‘I- I didn’t mean that.” He attempted to explain himself. “Where would you be staying in Paris?”
Eda wanted to tell him that she had chosen the apartment that he had bought for them few days before their wedding. She wanted to tell him that their apartment in Paris was waiting for them but she decided against it.
“Deniz arranged a place.” Something inside her pushed her to say that.
“His place?” He asked incredulously, tightening his grip around her waist.
“You need not to know.” She denied him simply. A part of her knew that he wasn’t affected by these childish jealousy stunts but yet her impulsive self couldn’t from being so open about it.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my place to ask you about it.”
He waited for her to say anything but she remained awfully quiet. He was not used to this. He was not used to her ignoring him.
Eda began to feel suffocated, the tips of his fingers were drumming against her bare back, synching with the music of piano. She had to let go or she would faint in his arms or breakdown into tears immediately.
“Excuse me.”
She distanced herself from his embrace, they hadn’t realized in the darkness of the room that they had been barely inches away from each other.
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This place was special, they had their contract right at this spot, fought, expressed love, he broke up wit her here, and the last beautiful memory was, when he gifted her that charm bracelet.
She was wearing it tonight.. Of course, he hadn’t noticed that too.
Eda was staring at the stars, this was her last night in Istanbul. She didn’t plan to come back ever.
“It must be hard for you eda hanim” Her thought process was disrupted by Erdem. Their bond had strengthened over the course of eight months.
“You know very well that I have seen experienced something even harder than this Erdem.” She replied in misery but both knew that Eda was talking about something. Something that was known by him but not anyone else in that office.
“Don’t you think he should know?” Erdem said, scared of her reaction
“There is nothing he should know, as if what he knows already had made any difference”
“I always wonder if I had told fifi about my feelings in a much serious manner, she might had stayed.” Erdem sighed. This side of Erdem was only known to Eda, even she was amazed that this one existed.
“We can't stop the ones who want to leave”
“But he deserves to know- at least- about the baby” Erdem hesitated, he did not want to bring this up but considering this as her last night in Istanbul he wished she’d listen to him.
“Erdem git.” Eda looked at him surprised. Her eyes brimmed with tears and pain. She wasn’t mad at him but surprised that he chose to remind her of that night.
“I’m stupid, an absolute fool but I do know one thing that no father deserves-” He wasn’t stopping, he mustered the courage to finish his sentence.
“I’ve already burdened him with the forgotten memories of our love. I can’t make him think about a baby who died before coming to this world.” Hiding her pain behind her mask, she took a sip from her wine. Showing as if talking about this wasn’t shattering her soul into a million pieces.
“Erdem, You and leyla are the only ones who know about my miscarriage. You have kept your word till now, I expect that both of you will keep your word and continue to hide this truth from everyone.”
“Till my last breath, Eda hanim.” Erdem’s voice broke, he hugged Eda instantly. She led out a chuckle and hugged him back.
Erdem was indeed annoying but he had been there for her at a very crucial stage of her life. His support helped her through the most difficult phase of her life.
She had kept her pregnancy as a secret. She was not in the condition to come to terms with the fact herself.
It was only leyla and erdem, who knew. They were there, that night when it happened.
“I have to go.” She sniffed.
Erdem bid her goodbye and turned his back to find a stumped figure of none other than Serkan Bolat himself.
They froze.
What do you know about pain?
It never ends
What do you about healing?
It takes time
What do you know about realizations?
They arrive when it’s too late
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Well, I wanted to write a fix-it fic of sorts, an alternative morning after for episode 26. And I will, pinky promise. But after the fragmans for episode 27 and our babies in all their engaged glory, I was also attacked by this idea to start a collection of short one-shots centred around married Edser.
So here we go. The first short piece.
I don't own any of the characters or the show. They all belong to Sen Çal Kapımı writers, the production company and FOX channel. This is only fanfiction.
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Married Shenanigans. Part 1.
Eda's feet were barely touching the ground. She still couldn't believe all of it was actually real. Her and Serkan got married today. They were now officially husband and wife. And she... She was no longer Eda Yıldız. From now on she was Eda Bolat. Even the thought alone made her grin like a lunatic as she was zipping her suitcase. She brought it downstairs and placed it by the door the exact moment the doorbell rang. She swung the door open. What Eda saw was truly sight to behold - her new husband, grinning from ear to ear and bouncing on his feet. Serkan Bolat was bouncing. Eda let out a giggle at that.
"Ne?" Serkan asked, a little bashfully.
"Nothing," Eda responded with a smile and a shake of her head.
"So, are you packed and ready?"
"Yeah," Eda nodded at her suitcase by the door.
Serkan eyed it sceptically, then looked at Eda.
"Are you serious? Another suitcase with flipflops inside?"
"What? No! I have everything I need there".
"What about the rest of your stuff? Because I was going to hire a movers truck to bring it all to our place so you can, you know, move in".
"I, well, I... I haven't packed anything yet," Eda stuttered, a bit lost.
"What? Why? Eda!"
"I didn't really have time! Everything happened so quickly! Our engagement, then henna night and all the craziness after it. And then the wedding. I have barely had enough time to breathe, let alone pack my whole life".
"Fine, we'll do this together next week".
"Next week?"
"Yes, we're taking a week off".
"Why?" Eda asked confused.
"Because we're newlyweds, it's our honeymoon. You know, it usually follows the wedding," Serkan explained, as if talking to a child.
"A honeymoon. We're going to have a week-long honeymoon?"
"Yes, Eda!"
"Who are you?" Eda teased him with a smile.
"You know, there's this amazing, beautiful, smart, funny woman. Eda Bolat is her name. Well, I am her husband," Serkan retorted, his own grin risking to split his face in two.
He pulled Eda to him and she went willingly. Serkan pecked her lips softly and squeezed Eda's hand.
"Get your flipflops and let's go home," Serkan murmured.
They went hand in hand to Serkan's car. Shortly after they arrived at Serkan's apartment which was now their home. Serkan even went as far as carry a laughing Eda over the threshold. They got Eda's suitcase into the bedroom upstairs and fixed a light late dinner together. Even though they had had a small wedding reception with their loved ones, neither of them had touched any food, too wired to eat. So they were both pretty hungry. After having eaten, they started cleaning up together. Perfect team work with Eda washing the dishes and Serkan drying them.
Eda rinsed the last plate and handed it to Serkan, who was standing to her right, facing the stairs leading to the second level of the apartment. Serkan started drying the plate but his gaze was fixed on the stairs, his brows furrowed, as if he was calculating something.
"What's wrong?" Eda asked him softly.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Just thinking".
"What are you thinking about?"
"It's a good thing you haven't packed your stuff and we haven't moved it here. Because we're gonna need to find a new place," Serkan said, still looking at the stairs, but with a hint of suspicion and weird hostility.
"What? Why? What's wrong with this place?"
"Well, these stairs, for one. Look at them. They're not fit for children. They're dangerous".
Eda's could swear that her brain short circuited.
"Children? What children?"
"Our children," Serkan said without even blinking.
He said it with such calm and confidence that Eda couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, we have some children I don't know about?" she asked teasingly.
Her words made Serkan tear his gaze from the stairs. He got a bit flustered, the tips of his ears turning slightly red.
"Well, I mean... I mean when we have children. When we decide that we're ready. Then. Then we'll have to... You know... Make sure there are no... dangerous stairs".
"Yeah, definitely. We will. But now is not the time. I mean, I need to finish my education first, get my degree. And you have so much work, so many projects".
"Of course. You will get your diploma. And there's your dream to go to Italy. We will go together. And then... well..."
"And then, yes. We will grow our family," Eda agreed with a smile.
Serkan gifted her with a somewhat shy smile of his own.
"You know, I never thought about kids. I never really wanted to be a father. But with you... With you I want it all," he confessed.
"Our feelings are mutual, Serkan Bolat. One day".
"One day," Serkan nodded.
"But before that I think we should practise," Eda said with a wink and pulled on Serkan's hand, leading him to the stairs and to their bedroom.
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cofficionado · 3 years
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When the fandom ask you to write a kiss that didn’t happen...
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Eda
The man was infuriating. She barely noticed it was raining outside, that am as how angry she was. It was like talking to a door. He didn’t get it. ‘Eda, wait. Eda!’ She couldn’t believe she thought he was actually about to apologize to her. What was she thinking? Serkan Bolat apologized to nobody. ‘What? Eda what? What do you still want from me?’ He stopped her and pulled her forward, but he didn’t have to because it happened again. What always happened with them whenever they were this close. His hand cupped her cheek, eyes trained on her lips while he covered them with his own surprisingly soft ones. She always thought that whenever they kissed again for real it was going to be hard and aggressive, but it wasn’t. 
Their kiss was filled with purpose, but he was kissing her so tenderly, she couldn't remember how to breathe. His mouth opened, making hers to do much of the same. Then, as if he was drinking her in, he angled his head to kiss her as deeply as he could and as it happened the first time, she put her hands on both sides of his face. And she felt his also cradling her face.  It was like they were both afraid of what it would happen when their kiss ended, which made her kiss him even harder. He groaned deep in his throat when she did that, sliding one of his hands to the back of her neck, while he put his other arm around her waist and brought her lower body right against his. Every hard muscle of his body was pressed up against hers, and she could feel every one of them while they kissed. She felt she was running out of air and began to bring her head back a little, only to feel his hand tightening a bit at the back of her head. He was mistaken if he thought she wanted to end their kiss,  she just didn’t want to face what was coming afterwards. She was sure he was going to go all cold robot on her. Slowly, he put his forehead against hers, their breaths still mingling, eyes closed, ‘talk to me. Will you come back to the house with me?’ 
‘Eda, lütfen? It’s pouring down here.’ She noticed he had her hand tight in his, looked up at him, nodded her head and followed him inside, wishing they could also postpone that conversation for another whole day... 
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'Olur mu ki ne dersin? Sen de beni sever misin?'
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Capítulo final! O caminho para o coração - Capítulo 21 - O Retorno (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1144723215-o-caminho-para-o-cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o-%F0%9F%A4%8D-cap%C3%ADtulo-21-o-retorno?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Naelle_11&wp_originator=d36IQTSgS2FSeqllLnG4O1JuTSMmYwsplUb6JhxGw1ZTW4c9%2FyNUdBuAu%2BbNJUuNHe5zTA1%2BkIigkm8z%2F6kQe8cWhndfjjh0ZgoiaRDxjAGl8ND9uBHjlglMpAchWgYa Este conto se passa um ano antes dos acontecimentos da Série Original Sen Çal Kapımı. "O caminho para o coração" Atualmente estar em andamento, portanto a história poderá sofrer alterações ao longo do tempo. Espero que gostem! Boa Leitura! ........................ @naelle_11 ..................... .................... Breve Resumo .................... Serkan Bolat é um arquiteto renomeado e dono da empresa ART LIFE, ao qual dedica cada segundo da sua vida. Seguindo agora mais do que nunca a lógica, seu objetivo é tornar cada projeto uma marca no mundo da arquitetura, após o fim do seu relacionamento com sua amiga de infância Selin, escutar seu coração é a última coisa que ele pensa em sentir agora! Em uma vida completamente oposta, Eda Yıldız, vive um vida repleta de luz, colorida, com amigos, flores e amores, Eda faz questão de sentir suas emoções ao extremo. Após a perda de pessoas importantes da sua vida, jurou a se mesma cultivar o amor nos lugares mais inacessíveis das pessoas, determinada e bondosa, sua energia chegará nos corações mais frios. O que o destino reserva para aqueles que encontram o caminho do coração?
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Sen Cal Kapimi / Edser / Turkish Dizi asks
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i love that in sck world, i love you means i love you, but also i hate you/our feelings are mutual means i love you. edser have a unique love declarations thats for sure 😂
YEP! In Edser world “I hate you” means I love you... but ONLY when you use the full name. 
Çok romantik when done properly, I can’t hardly wait to see what Serkan might be remembering when he repeats the line back to Eda! It’s their thing!
Anonymous said: Hi! How you doing? Have you ever watch Şeref Meselesi? Is it good? Do you recommend?
Hello, I’m well! No, I have not watched it. The Kerem fans on twitter seem to really dig it, though. Personally, when I’m THIS invested in shipping, it’s hard for me to see one half my OTP in other roles. Particularly when were in the middle of the show. Maybe I’ll check it out some day. If you do watch, let me know what you think. 
Anonymous said: I will give SCK this, they sure know how to keep us guessing between the next episode photos, summary and the fragman. Not to mention all the spoilers that are floating around Twitter. I have no idea how episode 31 is going to be super romantic for Edser with Selin still hanging around but let’s bring it on. For episode 30, at least Serkan’s interest in Eda has returned based on the fragman because that lacking in the last episode just felt so wrong after everything. He was attracted to her for sure but understandably fought it every step of the way. Eda was trying to reconnect with a brick wall because of the amnesia, trauma and Selin’s influence which was crushing to watch. Going to be interesting to see how Serkan responds to getting a few memories back and his growing interest in Eda combined with his engagement to Selin. Seems unlikely he would within one episode switch from being purely logical about everything to totally in love with Eda & throwing caution to the wind but I could be totally wrong.
 I think he was attracted to her in 29. If he wasn’t the man who has no intention of ever marrying wouldn’t have freaked out and stumbled and bumbled his way through an impromptu proposal to a woman he doesn’t love just to put some distance between him and the crazy, beautiful, “evil” “manipulative” woman who changed him and took half his company!!!! 
Also, remember episode 1, where he tried to pretend he wasn’t attracted to her as a woman. 
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So he always tries to deny her allure at first, and he’s always lying. 
I don’t think we’ll see him go to “totally in love with her” in the next episode. I think we’ll see him, once the immediate threat is neutralized by his little stunt, becoming more and more intrigued by her. And her little stunt is going to bring out his innate, primal jealousy when it comes to her. 
Also, from the fragman, I’m not entirely convinced he’s really engaged to Selin. The way he said, “I want you to wear this (tiny) ring.” Didn’t smack of a real engagement, even a loveless one, it more sounded like what you would say for a fake one. Also he’s not wearing a ring in the pictures. Old Serkan was very adverse to marriage and his relationship with Selin broke up over that fact, so I wouldn’t be shocked if after he made his shocking proposal and he and Selin left he was like, “Thanks for playing along, obviously we’re not really getting married, lets keep up the ruse so Eda stays away from me.”
We’ll see. I could see the story going for matching fake engagements. Though if he doesn’t disclaim his intent to marry her this episode, he will soon. So no worries there. 
Should be fun!
Anonymous said: I'm all for them making Selin completely batshit psycho if she does end up going to jail; it would be entertaining, but you're right, I don't think I've ever seen it in a romance dizi. Some villains have done fucked up things and the protagonists just tell them to go away and that's kinda it. I think with some rumored things like drugging and implying they slept together, that would be treading a very fine line if the writers were to go there and not show proper consequences.
How have they implied they slept together? The show went out of their way to show Serkan on the couch and Selin going home to sleep in Istanbul. They didn’t have to do that, but they were very clear. I’m cool to follow the text and not neutronic fan’s fears. 
My biggest trepidation about this storyline is that there will be no satisfactory repercussions for Selin.  It needs to be more than her slinking back across the continent in shame. She needs to face real consequences. 
Anonymous said: you know, if i was serkan (and especially with how even more robot-y he is now) and heard their story from engin i would probably call it "cok sacma" too.. like from the outside looking it, their love story and journey is quite crazy lmao. i've always wanted a fic from a third-person perspective of some regular ass artlife employee from the beginning just observing their boss and the crazy antics that ensue after he quite suddenly gets engaged to a woman he's constantly fighting with lol.
YES PLEASE!!! Someone write this!!!   
It is quite a crazy story... which is why it was enough to sustain 60+ hours of story telling all on its own, lmao. 
I’m sure everything being thrown at Serkan at once, the ways he grew and evolved, what he was able to tolerate and participate in, is quite shocking to him. However, Robot Bolat has never been in love so he just doesn’t understand the transformative nature of love. He’ll learn, and quickly! Also, I’m a big proponent that Serkan didn’t change. It’s just that under the influence of his love for Eda, he healed and he opened up and grew into the man who was always there, deep inside. 
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ppl always want the show to be "cancelled" so they don't have to watch the plot and have the couple be together but if they do it like rn, we're all gonna get a lot of the plot left hanging with a hasty reconciliation and marriage for edser in like the last 20 minutes of the last episode, if that. usually channels give 2-3 episodes for a dizi to wrap up. im just saying, people won't be satisfied no matter what bc they've already set up a fic in their head of how the story should be
I can definitely see that. That’s why the minute there’s any angst or drama, some people immediately pull out the “isn’t this a romantic comedy???” or say that the show is ruined.
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Don't Give Up Now Ch 8
Serkan blinked his eyes open slowly, soft morning light filtering into the room. 
He looked around and he was somewhere unfamiliar on a couch that was more comfortable than he knew a couch was capable of being. 
His head hurt most mornings, and today was no different. It wasn’t as bad as it usually was,but there was still a constant throbbing that made him want to shut his eyes to the pain and the world.
He tried to lift his hand to press to his temple where he could feel the pain most at the moment and couldn’t. 
Frowning, he flexed his hand, feeling smaller fingers gripping his own. He leaned forward, looking over the edge of the couch. 
His heart sped up in his chest, his throat tightening with emotion. 
Eda was asleep directly in front of the couch on the floor, her hair fanned out over a pillow, a throw blanket draped over her and his hand was in hers and she was holding it up to her chest, almost directly over her heart. 
Looking at her so peacefully, holding onto his hand, brought last night’s events rushing back to him. 
He couldn’t believe he let her see him so weak, even if her caring nature touched a part deep inside of him and made him love her more than he already did. 
He shouldn’t have stayed. He slowly tugged his hand out of her grip and slid off the couch and bent down, scooping her into his arms and laid her gently on the couch, pulling the cover that was draped over him over her small body. 
He took a seat in the chair across from her and ran a hair over his face. 
Eda put up these walls to keep him out, but it was moments like this and nights like last night that were stark reminders that Eda was more vulnerable to him than she let on and gave him a power he didn’t want.
The power to hurt her. 
Serkan was a selfish bastard coming back into her life when he was dying. He knew that and yet he couldn’t stay away. He needed to spend his last days with her. 
Seeing her concern for him, her worry was a window into the future if she ever knew the true extent of his health. 
He didn’t ever want her finding out the truth. He didn’t want her to feel something out of misguided pity or sympathy for a dying man. 
He wanted everything between them to be real. 
Yes, he was a selfish bastard indeed. 
He could see the fallout now, playing out in his head. Eda learning the truth only after his death, unable to do anything to change the outcome. 
He knew she would feel betrayed. He knew she would be angry and maybe even blame herself for things that weren’t her fault. 
He could see it all and still he knew with absolute certainty he would not change his course.
Eda deserved better; he knew that, but he didn’t want his last days spent with her to be filled with sorrow and he didn’t want her pity either. 
He wanted things to return to before after he confessed his love for her. He wanted to bask in love, drown in affection, and experience all they could together while he still had time. 
He knew he couldn’t have everything he wanted. 
He would never marry Eda, the woman he loved more than life itself. 
He would never have a family with her. 
He would never grow old with her. 
But he could have her in his life for the remaining time he had left. 
It was selfish of him, but it was what he needed. It was the only thing that kept him going in despite of the ticking clock counting down his breaths until death would take him.
She was the one bright spot in all of this. An angel he was unwilling to give up, no matter how selfish it made him. 
He sat in the chair and he watched her breathe, memorizing the angles of her face, the curve of her lips, the rise and fall of her chest, the soft sounds she made in her sleep. He committed it all to memory. 
He ached to move closer to her, run his fingers through the long tresses of her hair, but feared waking her. 
He wanted to stay right where he was as long as he could because he knew once Eda woke,he would have to leave and he wasn’t ready to leave her presence. 
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 
Eda snuggled deeper into the soft fabric of the couch. She could feel the morning light streaming in through the window, warming her face. 
Slowly, her eyes blinked open. For a moment, she didn’t understand why she was staring up at a ceiling that was not her bedroom and why she was on the couch and not in her comfy bed.  
Then, as she breathed deeply, she caught a scent on the pillow beneath her. A scent she was familiarizing herself with. 
Serkan. 
The thought of him brought the night rushing back to her. Their dinner, their dance, fighting down the impulse to let something happen with him, being pulled to him like a moth drawn to a flame. The drive home, the way they almost crashed and the way he gripped his head as if he was in agony, his nose bleed. Asking him to stay and creating herself a pallet on the floor next to him as he fell asleep on her couch. 
She recalled her worry and not being able to fall asleep until she was clutching his warm hand in hers, holding it to her chest. 
Serkan!
She bolted up, and her breath caught in her throat. 
He was still here, sitting in the chair across from her, watching her with this look that was a mix of sad and peaceful. 
She breathed out in relief. The concern for him from last night, still at the surface, clouding everything else. 
“Serkan, you’re still here.” She breathed, standing. 
Serkan stood reluctantly. “I will go. I just wanted to wait until you woke up. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” 
Eda watched him reach for his suit jacket and she couldn’t explain it, but panic seized her. All she could see was Serkan driving and having another one of his headaches, and what if he lost control of the car again? What if he wasn’t so lucky to walk away this time? 
“No!” she grabbed at his arm. 
Serkan’s eyes shot to her in alarm at her tone. It was desperate and reminded him of when she got claustrophobic. 
“I mean.” Eda cleared her throat, trailing her hand down his arm to lock their fingers together. “Stay for a while. We can have breakfast and take it from there.”
Serkan knew he should say no. He could see she was concerned and knew it was because of the events of last night. He shouldn’t take advantage of her caring nature or the fact that she was clearly worried about him, but she was looking at him with such hope, her beautiful, warm brown eyes shining brightly. And he was helpless to it all, his desire to be near her, her concern, her warmth, her hope. 
He wasn’t strong. He never was when it came to her or else he wouldn’t be here to start with. 
He nodded, squeezing her hand back and allowing his jacket to fall back onto the arm of the chair. “I’d like that.”
Eda smiled, and he felt the warmth of it in his bones. 
And that was how he found himself working effortlessly with Eda in her kitchen, putting a breakfast together for two, working in tandem with her as if they never spent a day apart. 
Eda’s hair was thrown up into a messy bun. She had excused herself long enough to take a shower and had changed into a green take top and a pair of black sweats. She looked relaxed and liked she didn’t have a care in the world. 
Serkan had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms, and tried not to let Eda’s intoxicating scent distract him as they brushed against each other as they made pancakes, eggs and French toast for breakfast. 
Eda had mixed the pancake batter and Serkan put together a bowl of fruit, avoiding strawberries for obvious reasons. 
Eda pulled out a bowl of whip cream as Serkan prepared the French toast. 
Serkan finished up the pancakes while Eda made scrambled eggs. 
Eda set the table as Serkan squeezed them fresh orange juice. 
Removing their aprons, Serkan’s eyes zeroed in on the flower coating Eda’s right cheek. 
He reached out his hand cupping her face, and Eda froze. Her eyes shot to him at the physical contact. 
Eda felt her cheek heat as his thumb brushed her cheek. His touch is warm and sends tingles through her. 
Serkan eyes were locked with hers and the air was charged, his eyes shifting to her lips as they parted on a sigh.
Slowly, his hand fell away from her cheek. “You had some flour.” 
Eda nodded slowly, unable to form words, afraid of what she would say. 
Today had been so much like when they were together. It was messing with her head. She wanted to tell him to never apologize for touching her.
Eda took a seat at the table, and Serkan joined her. 
Eda cleared her throat and in an attempt to offer a reprieve from the charge air, she asked about his mother. 
“She has Seyfi following her all around Italy, buying everything that catches her eye.” Serkan answered. 
It wasn’t a lie. His mom really had been going on more shopping excursions than even he could keep track of, but that was mainly because he’d been avoiding her. 
She came there for him, but he couldn’t do what she wanted. He couldn’t seek treatment and he couldn’t tell Eda the truth. The one thing he could do was spend time with his mother and maybe he should have been doing that, but he needed to spend his time with Eda. 
“She would,” Eda laughed softly. “Your mother has no restraint.” 
“No, she doesn’t,” Serkan agreed, the sound of her laugh making him feel lighter than he had in weeks. 
Eda and Serkan continued to eat their meal, sharing small talk. 
Once their meal was over, Serkan pushed his plate away but stopped when Eda brushed her thumb over his bottom lip to the corner of his mouth. 
He watched entranced as she pulled her thumb back, the jam on the pad and brought it to her mouth, sucking the jam from her skin. 
Serkan swallowed with difficulty, his mouth going dry. He cleared his throat. “I’ll clear the dishes.” 
“Don’t,” Eda stood, gathering their plates and taking them over to the sink. “I can handle it.” 
“I insist.” Serkan moved to help her. 
Eda knew arguing with him would end with the same result. They were both too stubborn for their own good. 
They worked together cleaning up much like they had when they were dating.
When they were almost done with the dishes, Eda accidentally let the glass slipped back into the water, and it splashed up against Serkan’s shirt. 
His face was so priceless. A laugh burst forth from her. 
Serkan really hated that his shirt got wet, his skin had traces of soap, but that paled in comparison to Eda’s laugh. It was the most beautiful sound and so infectious. He started laughing, too. 
Eda grabbed a dish towel and started dabbing at the soap on his arm and the wet spots on his shirt. 
Serkan stopped laughing at her touch and held his breath. 
Eda locked eyes with his, and her breath left her in a rush. The intensity in his eyes was enough to heat the blood in her veins. 
“Spend the day with me?” Serkan’s voice was hoarse. 
“Serkan, we have work.” Eda protested, though her hand had shifted to rest over his heart. 
“We have work every day.” Serkan placed his hand on her waist and stepped closer until there was barely any space between them to the point they were breathing each other’s air. “Take the day to show me your home. Show me everything you love about here.”
“Why?” Eda was trying not to be seduced by his interest or his charming words. 
“I’ve spent little time with you since I arrived in Italy, but I can see the positive effect the city has had on you. You’re thriving here, you’re happy, confident, in control. Successful. You know exactly what you want and won’t be denied. You are stronger than ever. I want to experience everything you love here, everything that’s made you who you are today, if you’ll let me.”
Serkan’s words brought a bright smile to Eda’s face. “Then I would love to,” she smiled softly. “If you let yourself, I’m sure you will come to love Italy as much as I do.” 
Eda walked away to retrieve her phone, Serkan’s hand falling away from her as she walked away. 
Serkan felt hope spread in his chest. Hope he hadn’t had in a very long time. 
Just the thought of spending a day unrelated to work in any way with Eda was something that sent his heart galloping in a good way. 
So far, today had been a good day, and it was shaping up to be his best day in years. 
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You Are To This Day The Only Woman I Have Ever Loved
Summary: Selin tired of Eda's presence in Serkan's life takes matters into her own hands. However, the results were not what she wanted. All she did was push Serkan back into Eda's arms.
A/N: I've been working on this for a while now. It was supposed to be a one-shot but I keep adding to it so now its a multi-chapter story, you can thank @bluedove for convincing me to start posting what I have written. Since before Serkan got his memory on the show, so this is completely different from what happened in canon.
Also, I am no expert on injuries.
It was happening again.
Serkan was falling in love with Eda all over again even though he did not remember her.
And Selin had a front-row seat to it all.
It was supposed to be different this time around. This was her second chance. Her chance to have everything she wanted. Everything she deserved.
Eda was ruining it, just like she ruined everything in Selin’s life.
Something dark and ugly twisted inside her every time, Serkan stepped into a room and immediately look for Eda, the way his eyes would light up at the sight of her, the way he would laugh with Eda, the way he found any excuse to see Eda, to stand close enough to touch her.
It was the small things that tore at her heart, ripping it into shreds.
How he swept Eda’s hair out of her eyes, the way he watched her walk into a room, how he would just gaze at her like she was the most beautiful thing he ever laid eyes on and couldn’t tear his eyes away from her for even a second. The way he would lean into her neck to smell her perfume, how he couldn’t help but touch her in some way, his fingers, skimming through her hair, down her arms, holding her hand, his knuckles brushing the skin of her cheek.
And he did it without hesitation but worse of all. It was the look in his eyes, attraction was one thing but the complete look of devotion in his eyes every single time Eda so much as looked at him that made her realize none of her hard work of molding Serkan into being hers meant anything.
As long as Eda Yildiz was in their lives Serkan would never truly be hers.
His heart recognized Eda even when his mind didn’t and it would be her ruin.
She had to end the connection between Eda and Serkan that threaten to take everything from her.
If she was going to have Serkan, every piece of him, Eda had to be taken out of the picture completely.
Eda needed to be gone from their lines and Selin had to make sure she never came back.
Selin knew in her heart that she was going too far but she couldn’t let Eda win. She had to do this. She needed to push Eda to leave Instanbul and never come back.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
It was late, Eda was trying to finish up and go home. It had been a long day and she just wanted it to end.
Every day it seemed like Serkan was seeking her out more and more but at the same time, he was still with Selin.
It hurt to see them together, like shards of glass shredding at her soul.
Hearing Selin call him love, seeing them embrace and plan their upcoming wedding... It was too painful.
Not too long that was her. She and Serkan were beyond happy and ready to start their lives together.
It had been just a few weeks since she ended her game with Deniz. There was no point to it. Serkan was no closer to remembering her than he was to ending things with Selin.
Eda was not fooled as to why he ask Selin to marry him. He was running scared, terrified by the depth of his own emotions for her. Emotions he didn’t have the memories of their importance or their magnitude.
Eda told herself he needed time for his mind to catch up with his heart and that she could give him that but it left her on the sidelines watching the man she loves be with someone else, someone she couldn't stand. It was the hardest thing to do and the most painful.
She told herself it was all going to be worth it. The more time he spent with her, she could see he was slowly growing used to what he felt for her and letting it in. She had a feeling it was only a matter of time before he opened his heart up to her again and allowed her to touch his soul.
Eda���s phone buzzed with a text from Melo asking when she was going home. She texted her back that she would be home shortly, she pulled on her jacket and grabbed her bag.
Her stomach rumbled and she put her hand to it with a grimace. She had been skipping dinner and her body was rejecting the lack of nutrients.
She thought about texting Serkan asking if he wanted to get dinner but then thought better of it. He was probably having dinner with Selin.
She walked out of the upstairs office and stopped short as she almost crashed into Selin. “What are you still doing here?”
“You’re not the only one who works late,” Selin said. “I was just leaving to meet Serkan for a romantic dinner.”
Eda’s stomach twisted. “Then don’t let me keep you,” she muttered.
She pushed past Selin, moving toward the stairs.
“You should leave.” Eda could hear the sounds of Selin’s heels against the floor as she followed her.
Eda rolled her eyes heavenward. “I am leaving.”
“Instanbul. Leave Instanbul.”
Eda whipped around. “What?”
“You need to leave Instanbul. Tonight.” Selin took another step, glaring daggers. “Your presence isn’t needed. All you are doing is making things worse for Serkan.”
“For Serkan or for you?” Eda challenged.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Selin bristled.
“It means the fake house of cards you built around you is starting to fall. You manipulated Serkan, told him lies, twisted facts around for your own gain are starting to crumble and you’re scared.”
Selin scoffed. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I think I do. Serkan is coming back to me, his heart knows he belongs with me. You may be with him but he was never really yours. You’ve never had his heart. Have never touch his soul. His blood doesn’t sing for you. I am the one he needs and more so who he wants and I always will be. You want me to leave because you can see it and you’re running out of time.” A smirk played on Eda’s lips. “I will never give up on Serkan. Your time with him is ticking down. If you had any decency at all you will come clean before it’s too late but I know you won’t. I look forward to the day it all comes crashing down around you. I’m not going anywhere, Selin. You want me to give up Serkan. It’s not going to happen. As long as I am alive, I would never give up on him because if Serkan was his true self he would not give up on me. What Serkan and I have is stronger than you know.”
With those parting words, Eda turned and Selin’s lips twisted. If Eda would not leave their lives willingly then she would have to take matters into her own hands.
Selin shoved her arms out, the palm of her hands, slamming into Eda’s back with force.
Eda gave a cry of surprise as she was propelled forward, her body lurching as she lost her footing.
Selin watched Eda’s fall and it was like everything happened in slow. She tumbled against the stairs, her limbs getting tangled and the thud of her torso slamming against the stairs, Eda’s cry of pain, the impact of her head smashing against the floor before everything was silent and still.
Selin stared at Eda’s unmoving form, blood was pouring down her temple, her arm was bent at an awkward ankle beneath her back, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
And Selin felt a sense of peace. Finally. The world she knew could go back to how it was before Eda Yildiz had come into it.
Selin walked down the stairs and over Eda’s body. Soon all this would be put behind them and she and Serkan would go on with their lives and Eda would only be an unwelcome memory of the past.
As she walked away, leaving Art Life Selin never saw the dark vibrant color slowly start to bleed through Eda’s white jeans.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Melo slipped her bag over her shoulder as she exited her car and walked up to the front doors of Art Life.
Eda was supposed to meet her but she never showed and she wasn’t answering her phone. When she last talk to her she was still here.
Melo stepped into the building and made her way past the reception desk and stopped short.
Her heart plummeted to her stomach.
“Eda!” Melo’s voice was distraught as she rushed forward.
Her best friend was unconscious on the floor.
Melo's knees hit painfully against the floor as she dropped down beside her. “Eda,” she pushed Eda’s hair back from her face, blood coating her fingers. Her friend’s bangs were soaked in blood as it slid down her temple.
“Dada...Dada, Dada wake up.” Melo’s hand shook as she cupped her friend’s cheek, hoping to rouse her.
Eda didn’t move, didn’t react. She was completely unresponsive.
Melo’s eyes filled with tears as she looked her friend over for other injuries. Her eyes widened when she saw the dark patch of red between her friend’s legs.
Oh God, this could not be happening.
With shaky hands, she reached beneath Eda's pulling her arm out from beneath her and she gave a cry of fear.
Eda’s bone was poking out from the forearm, blood was everywhere.
Tears slid down Melo's face as she reached for her phone. She had to call for help.
She barely got through the call, the panic and the tears taking over. The moment the call ended, her phone clattered to the floor and she moved, gently lifting Eda’s head in her lap, and sweeping her hair back.
“It’s going to okay, Dada. Just hold on. Please, just hold on.” Melo tears slid off her chin and drip onto Eda’s cheek.
Melo’s hand trembled when she wiped it away. A cry tore from her mouth when she only succeeded in smearing blood across her Dada’s skin.
She gripped tightly to Eda, whispering over and over that she was going to be okay.
Melo prayed that if she said it enough she could will it to be true because right now she wasn’t sure it was.
It seemed like forever before help arrived. Melo refused to leave Eda’s side. She rode with her to the hospital and she watched distraught as nurses and doctors swarmed around Eda, rushing to do everything they could for her. She felt helpless as they disappeared with her Dada through a set of double doors.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Serkan sat at the island his computer in front of him. Eda had kindly given him the password. Again.
He thought about changing it but for some reason, he couldn’t. Yes, he mocked that he had bought her a star and the star’s coordinates were his password but since getting to know Eda a bit more he could understand it more now.
It was so easy to care for Eda. She was beautiful, kind, smart and so strong. And her smile, God, her smile shined brighter than any star in the night sky.
It didn’t take him long to see how he could have fallen in love with her.
He looked up with a hint of guilt for thinking about another woman when Selin was across from him after having gotten home half an hour ago. She had immediately started working on a simple dinner.
Fish. It seemed to be the only thing she could cook but if he was being honest it wasn’t very good.
What was wrong with him? He was supposed to be working and here he was thinking of another woman when his fiance was trying to do something nice for him and fix him a home-cooked meal.
He tried to focus back on his work, doing his best to force Eda from his thoughts
He looked up fifteen minutes later when there was a frantic knocking on the door.
Selin waved him off to get the door, he turned in his seat watching as she pulled it open.
“Aydan, what are you doing here? Serkan and I weren’t expecting you.” Selin greeted his mother.
“Serkan!” Aydan pushed past Selin and moved toward her son. Seyfi on her heels. “Why haven’t you been picking up your phone? I have been calling you for two hours!”
“My phone hasn’t ranged.” Serkan reached for his phone and to his surprise, he had 17 missed calls from his mom, 9 from Seyfi, 6 from Engin, and two from Eda’s friend, Melo who refused to call him anything but her son-in-law.
“If we missed your calls the fault is mine.” Selin moved to stand next to Serkan, looking apologetic. “When I got home from the office, I put both our phones on silent so we wouldn’t disturb for the night.” She reached for Serkan’s hands, lacing their fingers together. “I was hoping to spend alone time together tonight. Without interruptions.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Seyfi said. “Mr. Serkan needs to know about Eda.”
“Eda? Know what about her?” Serkan looked between his mother and Seyfi.
“Serkan,” Aydan’s voice shook and her eyes brimmed over with tears.
“Did something happen?” Serkan stood suddenly. “Is Eda alright?”
“No,” Seyfi shook his head. “You should go to the hospital.”
“Hospital?” Serkan pulled his hand out of Selin’s missing the way her lips twisted into a sneer.
“There’s been an accident. Eda fell down the stairs at Art Life.” Aydan said. “Melo found her unconscious. There was a lot of blood.”
Serkan stumbled back. “No, that can’t happen.”
“It did,” Aydan said. “You should be there.”
“Serkan doesn’t need to be there.” Selin cut in sharply. “Eda is nothing to him.”
Seyfi glared. “She’s his partner and she was to be his wife-”
“She’s his past.” Selin snapped.
Serkan didn’t care about their arguing, he moved away unnoticed by everyone but his mother. He grabbed his keys and walked out, the door slamming shut behind him.
A/N: I will post the second chapter next Friday. Thanks for reading!
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acertainsomeone · 3 years
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Kiraz-Serkan Drabble
K : noldu
She asked him naively. The Serkan Bolat she knew never cried, he only got angry or for a change laughed with her.
S: why haven’t you slept? You mom won’t like it
K: you didn’t answer my question
Kiraz folded her arms around her chest and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. And that’s when he knew there was no way out of this
S: I miss someone
K: kim ?
S: a friend who was my only family. He was my son. Come here I’ll show you
Serkan held the little one in his arms towards the telescope.
S: do you know what it is this ?
K: evet!!!!
She screamed in delight.
S: bak, that star is Sirius.
He guided kiraz who was astonished to see the stars so closely
K: who is Sirius
S: he was my dog, a friend who never left me alone but one day he did. His heart became weak and he died. It’s been five years now
K: I’m sorry
Kiraz wiped his tears and placed a peck on his cheek. She hated to see him like this.
S: tamam tamam, I’m fine. Come on now, you have to sleep. Your mum will be here early in the morning to pick you up
K: first you have to tell me a story
He looked at her but didn’t argue.
S: peki, come on now
Serkan was midway through the little prince and Kiraz interrupted him
K: I like you Serkan bolat
S: Ben de
K: I wish you were my father
S: I wish too
He looked at her lovingly and sighed unaware of the truth. He didn’t know that he had spent an entire day with his daughter and today he was putting her to sleep.
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callmehopeless · 4 years
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Omg wait! So I’ve been so engrossed in your amazing fic I haven’t actually looked at your blog and got to know you as a person. So I’m looking back and someone mentions joints (mine are made of jelly btw) and then you mention a connective tissue disorder... are you an EDSer too?! 😱
Yes! Woah, I’ve hardly ever met anyone else with EDS! That’s so cool!
I’m a CLEDS sufferer myself (Type 2) which is a very fun time :P By fun, I mean that I spend most of my time craving the release of sleep. And baths. Lots of baths
:D
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mrsgreenworld · 3 years
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Because my mind is evil and hates me, after having seen a new fragman, it keeps telling me that it's too good to be true. Obviously, there will be some great progress. Like, c'mon, Serkan is out of denial territory and actually tells Engin (yeah, OUT LOUD, using words) that he's feeling all sorts of feelings around Eda. But Serkan's eyes right before he kisses her keep haunting me. Something is just not right. And paired with the fact that Ceren comes to see him... She will do something, tell him something, I swear. And not just about the fake engagement with Deniz, I'm afraid. She can very well make something up and add it like a cherry on top.
So, as I've already mentioned a couple of times, I'm on one-way Train to Hell, my beautiful SCK people.
This one-shot is gonna be bad. Like I'm coming up with the worst case scenarios in my head. That's just one of them. ‼️Read at your own risk. This is not happy. Heavy Angst ahead‼️
I don't own the show or any of the characters. They belong to the SCK writers, the production company and FOX channel.
This is only fanfiction.
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It's Like A Slow Death
Eda feels hair on her arms and at the back of her neck stand on end. She whips around and sees him, approaching her slowly, with a strange look on his face.
"Serkan? What are you doing here?" she breathes out.
He says nothing and keeps walking towards her instead. He comes close and stops.
Eda looks at him and knows immediately that something is wrong, so terribly wrong. Because his eyes... They take her back to that horrible night at the terrace of Art Life, when he ripped her heart out and stomped on it for good measure. There was the same cold, indifference and emptiness in his orbs. But now... now there's more. He's looking at her with contempt and menace.
Eda doesn't get a chance to even open her mouth and ask what could've possibly happened to make him look at her like this. Serkan pulls her in for a harsh kiss. Never have his kisses felt wrong. But this one does. This one makes Eda's insides twist and she wants to pull away. She puts both of her hands on Serkan's chest to shoves at it, making him stumble back a little and effectively disconnecting their lips.
"What? Isn't it what you wanted?" he asks mockingly.
Eda shakes her head and tries to say something but Serkan beats her to it.
"Don't bother pretending or lying. I know everything. Ceren told me about your schemes, your lies and manipulations. Selin warned me about you. And now I see that everything she told me is true. It speaks volumes what kind of a person you're, if even your closest friend can no longer keep silent".
"Ce... Ceren?" Eda barely whispers in confusion.
She wants to draw breath but cannot and her lungs start burning. Her vision is getting blurry, the lights in the room dimming.
"Is this the great love you've told me about? Lying, manipulating my feelings and other people? Using other people just to get a reaction out of me? I don't need or want to remember such love. I don't want a woman like you to love me".
Each word that he spits in her face is akin to venom.
Eda feels like all blood's left her body and rushed to her ears, pounding madly.
"I was told that all of it started when you kissed me during a press conference. So I decided to end it with a kiss. That's all you're ever going to get from me. I want nothing to do with you. I'm marrying Selin in a week. Because you don't seem to get the hint that I'm serious about this wedding. And moreover, I don't want to see your face in my company so I would like to buy your shares".
Eda just stares into his eyes and feels cold. Ceren did it. Whatever she said to him has turned him into this. And that's what makes all of it feel like this... like death. Because one of the people Eda loves the most in this world just took the love of her life from her.
And she finally feels it. The loss. For the first time since Serkan's accident she feels that he's gone. Or maybe she's just died. But no matter which one of them is dead, one thing is clear: they're no longer in the same dimension.
"So?"
Eda blinks at the question. Looks at him and sees him waiting impatiently. Oh, right... A shrewd businessman wants his shares back.
"There's only one way you're gonna get my shares", Eda manages to say with difficulty, her voice strangely rough, as if she's gone years without uttering a single word.
Serkan just lifts an eyebrow at her, silently asking "And?".
"Over my dead body", Eda grits out and turns to leave.
It feels like she's moving excruciatingly slow. Everything looks foggy and she's practically walking blindly. She barely finds the door leading to the stairs. Eda stumbles into the staircase, suddenly sways but manages to grab at the railing. She squeezes her eyes shut. That's when Eda feels something warm trickling down the inside of her thigh. She moves her hand to the place. When she opens her eyes and lifts her hand, all Eda sees is blood.
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