#so fingers crossed I can cancel it easily enough lol

[ladyofthelake]

So I emailed channel 5 about the Killing Kind:

Hi I was just wondering why the rest of the episodes of 'The Killing Kind' starring Colin Morgan aren't airing? Channel 5 showed the first episode on Monday 11th September and I was looking forward to the rest of the show. However I couldn't see it listed and its not on your on demand site either.

Are you planning to show the rest of the episodes at a later date?

And I got this response:

Dear Vicki

Thank you for your e – mail regarding Paramount+ Presents: The Killing Kind.

Channel 5 appreciates all viewer feedback, and you can enjoy the full The Killing Kind series exclusively on Paramount+ and the special episode transmitted on Channel 5 will not appear on My5. At present there are no plans for Channel 5 to show any more episodes.

Thank you for your comments and you can see all episodes right now for free – just start a 7-day free trial by going to https://www.paramountplus.com/

So they were never gonna show all the episodes on Channel 5 (which is a bit sucky imo) but at least Paramount + is a free trial but I don't always wanna watch an entire series in a week but hey I'll take binging Colin on my TV over anything xD I'm just glad to know now because I felt crazy not seeing it in the listings.

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take her to the moon - ty emberson

this all came from another random idea that @puckyess​ and I had that we ran with lol. if you like it let me know!! reblogs, lines you liked, even a simple ‘good job’ are all super appreciated :)

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You look around the room at the boys you were familiar with, but not comfortable around. You know them all well enough. In fact, you’d known them since your freshman year. But they weren’t your favorite boys. No, these were more like your obligation due to your boyfriend. 

You check your phone and find yet another ridiculous Snapchat from your actual favorite boys, Ty specifically, and your heart sinks a bit. You’d much rather be with them, where they’re apparently making Brock take shots even though he can’t handle them, than being stuck with your boyfriend and the rest of his team - the basketball team. 

The hockey boys were your actual friends. The ones you’d celebrated big wins with, had breakdowns in front of, and the ones who knew you the best. You look up and see some girl put her hand on your boyfriend’s arm, but he doesn’t shake it off. Of course he doesn’t, but you don’t even want to address it right that second.

You open your messages and respond to the video Ty had just sent, knowing he’d respond quickly.

‘Ugh looks way more fun than here :(‘

‘You know you’re always welcome. I can come pick you up if you want’

You smile, tucking your phone in your back pocket and deciding it was time to go. You’re sick of this little get together so you make your way over to your boyfriend and tap his arm. He turns away from the girl he still won’t turn down and his smile drops. 

“Danny, I think I’m headed home. I have to be up early tomorrow,” you lie, but you know he won’t question it. It was only his lies that ever got questioned. 

He nods and surprisingly takes your hand, “I’ll come with. Make sure you get back safe and everything.”

You smile and take the action at face value rather than trying to read into it like you sometimes did. Danny says his goodbyes as you follow him out the door. He drops your hand though as soon as you both exit and you can’t help but frown. 

He’d been acting odd again and the feeling that something all too familiar was coming was impossible to shake. You try and make the best of things though and smile up at him. 

“Are you excited to not have a game this weekend?” You ask, referring to their first weekend off all season. 

He shrugs and jams his finger into the button for the elevator without glancing at you, “yeah it should be nice. Are we hanging out?”

“Uh, well,” you stutter, forgetting to have told him you wouldn’t be available, “I kind of already had some plans.”

“So cancel them,” he says, like it’s no big deal. Like your plans can’t matter more than one of the few weekends he had off in a season. 

You grit your teeth a little, “I can’t just cancel them. I’m going to Ty’s game since you don’t have one.”

Danny lets out a short humorless laugh then as the elevator arrives, “oh, of course you are. You know you don’t owe him shit, right?”

“Fuck off, Dan. We aren’t doing this again. He’s my best friend and you know that,” you sigh, crossing your arms as you lean back against the wall of the elevator. 

Danny keeps his mouth shut the rest of the elevator ride and the ten minute walk back over to your apartment building, which you welcome after the attitude he copped immediately at the mention of Ty. You knew your roommate was out for the night and so you let Danny in behind you with no hesitation. She wasn’t exactly his biggest fan. 

“Will you flip the lock right away?” You ask as you kick your shoes off and head for the kitchen. 

“Uh,” Danny starts, his tone causing you to stop in your tracks, “are we gonna have sex?”

“Seriously? That’s the only thing you’re concerned with right now?” You ask, jaw dropping in shock. Danny could be brash but this was a new level from him. 

He shrugs like the question was normal and you scoff as you tell him, “maybe you should just leave. I don’t know what your issue is tonight but don’t take it out on me.”

“Cool, see you next week since Emberson is more important,” he scoffs and heads out the door. 

You think you’re quick enough to follow after him, grabbing for the door handle, but it slams just before you can grab the cool metal. Instead you lean your forehead onto the door and sigh. Things had never been quite this bad with Danny. 

With a sigh you lock the door yourself and trudge back to the kitchen. You fill your tea kettle and turn it on before going to slip into some pajamas. Heading back to the kitchen you go to reach for a mug, but your phone starts to buzz incessantly on the counter. 

You frown but pick it up, seeing Ty’s face flashing across the screen. It was late but that was no surprise with him. He called whenever he wanted and you’d always pick up, but he did the same for you with no questions asked. 

“Yes, Ty?” You answer, a little smile spreading across your face immediately. 

He laughs on the other end, the background noise starting to fade, “well hello to you, too. Are you home already?”

Your eyes slip closed as you lean back against your counter, “yeah, I am.”

Ty can immediately hear the tone change in your voice and he sighs, “what did he do?”

You bite your lip for a couple seconds and then release it all. You tell Ty everything. All your worries and the ways you thought Danny had been acting weird lately, as well as the sinking feeling you couldn’t seem to shake. Ty doesn’t interrupt once and he’s so quiet that you have to check a few times that he’s still there and listening. 

Every time you ask you get the same answer, “of course, I’m always here for you.”

You talk to him until you can barely keep your eyes open and he can hear the exhaustion in your voice. He tells you it’s okay if you need to go to bed because he knows you have an early class the next day and he’d feel awful if he contributed to any sort of sleep deprivation. You finally cave and tell him good night, but you make one last mistake before going to bed. 

You get settled in under your covers and open up your Snapchat map. You don’t usually check it for anything, but something that night tells you to look. You see most of your friends in their normal places, but one name makes your blood run cold. 

Danny’s location shows him somewhere that he had no business being at considering how late at night it was - the Gamma Phi house. You zoom in and out a few times, trying to make sure it was the right place. You finally understand why you’d been having that bad gut feeling lately and why Danny was being so weird. 

You don’t know what to do first, and even though your first instinct is to call Ty and break down to him, you decide you should send Danny a text. You type a message just to delete and retry it a few more times. Eventually you decide on something simple. 

‘I know we’ve been fighting a lot lately, but I still care about you. I love you. You know that right?’

To your surprise the little conversation dots pop up after less than a minute. You hold your breath, hoping the map location had been an odd technical mistake. Once the message finally comes in you feel your world crumble a little. 

‘Yep’

You stare at the message and try to process it. That was all he had to say? You’d been together for the better part of two year, admittedly with some time apart, but this certainly wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. You knew then that he was checked out, and as much as your heart hurts to ask him the next question, you needed to know. You deserved to know. 

‘You’re leaving me again aren’t you?’

This time your question goes unanswered, but he reads it. He’d had his read receipts on since the beginning of the relationship and you were pretty sure he didn’t even remember by then that they were still a thing. Knowing that he read the message but refused to say anything only made matters worse. 

You try and take a couple deep breaths but it’s not working, no matter how hard you try. So you do what you always do when you’re scared or Danny does something that hurts you. You call Ty again. 

“Hello?” He asks, his voice scratchy now compared to when you’d just spoke with him less than an hour ago. 

“Oh shit, are you sleeping?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose to try and keep your voice calm. 

He sighs and you can hear him shifting, most likely sitting up, “I kind of was, yeah. What’s wrong?”

“Ty, I…” you begin to say but your voice cracks before you can even get through his name, “I think he’s cheating on me.”

Ty doesn’t have to ask what you mean and you easily hear the frustrated grunt he lets out. He never really liked Danny so you aren’t surprised by his reaction. What you are surprised by is his next question considering what time of night it was. 

“Do you want me to come over?”

Your bottom lip wobbles a little over the question, “yeah, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

Ty gently says goodbye and tells you he’ll be over in a couple minutes. You thank your lucky stars then that your apartments were only a couple blocks from each other because you couldn’t hold it together much longer. 

A knock on the front door has you bolting off of the couch you’d moved yourself to shortly after the phone call ended. You open the door and find a very tired looking Ty, but he still manages a little smile for you. 

“Come here,” he mumbles and takes a step inside. 

You’re quick to wrap your arms around his waist and press your face into him. He hugs you just as tight, but reaches behind him to flip the lock on your door. 

It’s a motion you don’t miss because it’s something you always had to remind Danny to do but it’s something that Ty does naturally because he knows it makes you feel safer. 

Slowly, Ty wobbles you backwards to your room and holds up the covers so you can climb in. He lets them drop and grabs the throw blanket you keep at the end of your bed to cover himself up with. He settles in next to you while you press your forehead against his arm. 

“Why am I never good enough, Ty? Why can’t I date someone and not have them cheat for once?” You mumble, voice muffled by the sleeve of his shirt. 

Ty sighs, pressing a kiss to your head, “you’re more than good enough. I don’t get why he does what he does, but don’t think it’s because somethings wrong with you. You deserve the whole world and the moon.”

You smile a little finally and it makes Ty’s heart a little lighter. If he could break Danny’s jaw he absolutely would, but he knows you wouldn’t be happy about it so he’s never done it. He hates seeing you cry and question yourself when he knows how good you could be treated. 

He keeps most of it to himself though. He waits until he knows you’re fully asleep before he lets himself look down at you. He can’t help but smile when he sees you still pressed against him, red cheeks almost matching his Wisconsin shirt. 

He really means it when he tells you that you deserve the whole world and the moon. 

—

You don’t hear from Danny by the next day and Ty is gone by the time you wake up. Your head is pounding and you consider whether skipping class is worth missing out on the lecture. Eventually you drag yourself out of bed but opt for comfier clothes. 

You pull a hoodie from your closet and slip it on, not realizing what one it was until you saw the ‘21’ embroidered on the red sleeve. You shrug and smirk a little. If Danny wanted to let you go then you’d have more time to hang out with Ty and his friends. 

Class drags by and you pick up a coffee on your way home. The boys had a game that night but your homework was piling up so that took precedence. You’d just have to put the game on in the background. You’re quick to bury yourself in your work, but not before sending Ty your traditional ‘good luck’ text. 

You put your phone down after sending it and get lost in your report, not even realizing the game was well underway, or that you’d missed a few calls and even more texts from Danny. 

A sharp knock on your front door and your roommate's annoyed voice when she opens it lets you know your boyfriend, if he even was that anymore, was there to see you. You roll your eyes and keep working, not bothering to go see what he wanted. 

“Hello to you too,” he grumbles, walking in and sitting on your bed next to you. He looks at your tv and notices the hockey game, but instead of insulting it, his next comment shocks you, “I’m gonna go to Ty’s game with you tomorrow.”

Your eyes almost pop out of your head and you choke on air. He had never called him Ty, always Emberson, and his tone was oddly nice. You eye him carefully, waiting for the joke to be over. 

“You don’t have to,” you remind him, hoping he’ll change his mind. What kind of prank was this? What was he trying to prove?

He smiles and shakes his head, “no it’s fine. I’ll go with you.”

“Are we going to talk about that message I sent you last night?” you ask, glancing over at him.

“Babe,” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don’t want to fight with you. I just had to pick up some notes for a class I missed because of a team meeting.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, knowing you couldn’t prove him wrong, “whatever. I wait after the games for Ty though. I’m not changing that just because you’re coming for once. Got it?”

Danny rolls his eyes but doesn’t say another word. You realize he’s staring at the white ‘21’ stitched in the arm of your sweatshirt and you give him a warning look. He knows better than to argue about it. Ty was in your life long before he was, and would be around long after at this rate.

—

The air in the arena is cold, just like you were used to, and you can’t help but smile as you take your seat. This was your happy place and Danny seemed to be quietly taking things in, not having been too big of a pain in the ass for once. He’d made a small comment about the crowd size when you got there but you chose to just ignore him. The only thing that had you nervous was the fact Ty didn’t know Danny was coming that night. You had decided it might be better not to say anything.

The boys take the ice for warmups and as you’re trying to find Ty you do. Except he’s found you first and you can see how tight his jaw is set. He isn’t looking at you. He’s looking at Danny sitting next to you. You try to shoot him a smile but he ignores it, focusing back on the warmups he needed to lead as you feel your shoulders slump when you let out a sigh.

“So Emberson’s like… good then? He’s captain?” Danny asks, motioning vaguely at the ice.

You smile and nod, looking down near the net where he was passing pucks, “yeah he was super excited when they gave it to him. He deserves it though.”

Danny scoffs a little, “yeah, sure he does.”

You force yourself to take a steadying breath, already knowing this would be the longest game of your life. You were wondering if waiting for Ty after was really the best idea, but you weren’t about to break tradition now. 

Danny sits through the whole game with what you would consider minor complaints from him. He makes a couple comments about some shitty plays Ty’s involved in and you yell at him every time for it. Ty got a lot more playing time than Danny and you were quick to remind him of that fact. That got him quiet in a hurry.

You head for the lobby once the arena clears a little and see some of the girlfriends and ‘just friends’ that were around after most of the games, saying hi to the ones you knew. A couple of them eye Danny, not familiar with him being around ever before. It only takes five minutes before Danny starts to complain and embarrass you in front of people.

“Seriously, how long does this dude take? He doesn’t even skate that fast to need to take that long of a shower,” he whines, tugging on your hand as he takes a step towards the door.

You pull your hand back and hiss at him, “that’s enough. I told you I wait for him and I’m not leaving early. Stop.”

“This is stupid,” he says loudly, making you duck your head, “he’s not even your boyfriend. I am. Why are you wasting your time sitting here and waiting for him?”

“Yeah well your girlfriend wasn’t at the Gamma Phi house last night either but you still went there,” you snap, finally sick of him always picking on Ty for no reason.

Danny’s eye twitches a little and he finally lowers his voice, “I told you what I was doing there. I had to get notes from class.”

“You’re a liar and we both know it. What’s her name, Danny? How long have you been fucking her?” you ask through gritted teeth, staring him down despite the height difference between you two.

“Two months. Are you happy now?” he asks, his temper quickly running out, “did you want me to tell you I’m sleeping around? Huh?”

You feel the tears well in your eyes, but not because you’re sad. You’re about to cry because you’re embarrassed and frustrated. You’re ready to pull back and slap him when someone clears their throat behind Danny. He turns around, giving you both a view of Ty standing there with his hands clenched at his sides.

“I’ll give you two minutes to walk out of this arena before I knock you out,” Ty says, his voice so calm it scares you.

You look up at Danny when he glances your way, “we’re over. Don’t call me or text me. Get out of here.”

Danny’s lip snarls and he glares at Ty on his way out, “have fun with her. She’s a psycho and she’ll ruin your life.”

You don’t even listen to his immature little outburst but as soon as he steps out of the arena you try to reach for Ty, wanting a hug more than anything. He steps to the side and heads for the door, leaving you confused.

“Let’s go,” he mumbles, eyes locked on the ground and not checking to see if you’re following as he walks outside.

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“Ty, I’m sorry. Will you please just talk to me?” You ask, practically begging at this point. 

You’d been trying to get Ty to talk to you for the last eight blocks as you head back towards your apartments. He refused to say a word, but he stayed close to your side as the two of you made the agonizingly long walk back. You weren’t sure what his issue was so you figured you’d just keep apologizing until he gave you some indication of his issue.

“Just stop,” he finally says, “wait until we’re back at your place and then we can talk about this.”

You blush and look down at your shoes, feeling like a little kid who had just been reprimanded. Ty rarely took such a serious tone with you and it had you scared. You weren’t about to lose your boyfriend and best friend in one night, were you? You didn’t think you could handle that.

But you listen to his request and forgo the questions for the time being. You both fall into a silence that’s usually comfortable, but feels completely opposite this time around. Your thoughts are running rapidly through your head and your overthinking makes you worry. You could lose Danny. It sucked, but he’d hurt you enough times that it was okay to not have him anymore. Ty though? You couldn’t lose him. You’d be so lost without him and you’d hate yourself for it for the rest of your life.

You open up your apartment and find it empty, hanging your keys up on the little hook where they belonged. You aren’t sure where to go so you wander into your kitchen, refolding a towel that was already folded on the countertop. Ty leans on the other end of the little peninsula and watches you, reaching up and loosening his tie. 

“What the fuck was that tonight?” he finally asks, watching you fidget with the cloth in your hands.

Your eyebrows pinch as you look over at him, “what do you mean? Danny finally admitting he’s cheating on me or what?”

“Why was he even fucking there? I don’t go to his games so why was he at mine? That’s kind of fucked up, don’t you think?” he asks, his voice raising little by little.

“I don’t know, Ty,” you shrug, setting the towel down again and crossing your arms, “he said he wanted to go and I wasn’t about to miss your game when I finally was able to go to it.”

“You better not fucking go back to him. If you do, I’m done. I’m not watching you get your heart broke again when you know that’s what he’ll do.”

Your heart starts to beat faster as your voice drops, “stop, I’m not going back to him. Don’t even say you’re done. That’s not fair.”

“That’s not fair? Are you kidding me?” he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief, “you can bring your cheating piece of shit boyfriend to my games and expect me to clean up the messes he makes, but I can’t tell you that I’m done being your safety net? Please tell me how that’s not fair.”

“Ty, please. I need you in my life. I don’t need him and I’m not going back to him. Why are you so mad about this?” you ask, because honestly you don’t think you’d ever seen Ty this worked up before. Especially not towards you and it makes a lump form in your throat.

“When is it my turn?” He asks, his voice strained and his breathing heavy, “when do I get to show you how you should be treated? When do I get to show you what it’s like to actually be cared about?”

“Ty, don’t,” you whisper, tears starting to spill over. 

“Don’t what? Don’t admit that I’m in love with you? I can’t keep lying. I know you let him lie all the time, but I just can’t do it anymore.”

And there it was. The truth you’d been ignoring for three years. For three whole years while Ty stood by you through everything without saying one sour word. Every long night, every heartbreak episode, every time that Danny cheated. He was finally breaking his silence and it took your breath away. 

“All I ever wanted was to see you in my jersey. At my games. But I never got that and all you got was your heart broken while I cleaned up the damage,” he clears his throat, looking up at the ceiling and swallowing hard. 

You’d never seen Ty act like this. Not in the entire time you’d known him. He was always the calm one, the collected one. Everywhere but on the ice and you’d missed far too many of his games for this friendship to be fair. Enough was enough on both of your ends and it wasn’t fair to keep treating him like you had been. You walk over to him and hesitantly reach for his hands, taking them in your smaller ones. He lets you, but you see his bottom lip wobble a little.

“Ty, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, pulling him down for a hug.

You hold onto him so tight you half expect him to push you away so he can breathe, but he wraps you in his arms just as tight. He rests his forehead in the crook of your neck as you play with the little hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m sorry, bub. I’m so sorry I did this to you for so long,” you apologize again, feeling like all the words in the world weren’t enough. You’d ignored your feelings for him for all these years and they were finally bubbling to the surface. You weren’t reading this wrong hopefully.

He pulls back, standing up straight, and moves his hands to cup your cheeks, “I hate seeing you upset. I hate seeing you cry. I hate knowing I can’t fix things because I’m not even the one who broke them. I don’t think we’d be perfect but I know for a damn fact I could be so much better to you than he ever was.”

You nod quickly, knowing he was right, “you’ve always been better to me than him. I don’t know why I stuck around him. I guess I figured maybe you didn’t feel that way about me.”

“Are you kidding?” he asks, a little laugh slipping past his lips, “was getting you ice cream and wine on your birthday and sitting next to you while you soaked in the tub because you failed a test not enough proof?”

“Okay, hold on,” you laugh, putting your hand over his mouth.

“No,” he says, muffled at first but then he playfully bites your palm to get you to move your hand, “or how about the time I stayed on facetime with you my entire road trip back from Minnesota because you decided you needed to watch a scary movie and couldn’t fall asleep until I got back and would come sleep over?”

“I get it! I’m sorry!” you interject, but his hands slip down to your sides, starting to tickle you so suddenly you let out a little scream.

He wraps his arms around you then, laughing as well, “don’t scream! Someone’s gonna think I’m hurting you in here!”

You know he’s trying to be serious but you’re both laughing like mad and leaning into each other so much that you aren’t sure who’s holding who up. It takes a few minutes for you both to calm down, but you finally catch your breath. You look up at him again, but this time you glance down at his lips. You’d be a liar if you said you never wondered what kissing him was like.

He seems to catch your drift and leans down slowly, kissing you like he’s scared you’ll run away. Instead you lean into him, feeling giddy and happy and content all at once. Kissing him is better than any other guy you’ve ever kissed in your life, that much you’re sure of. You press a little further, slipping your tongue along his bottom lip until he lets you in.

You’re breathless and blushing when you finally pull back and Ty’s lips are so red you can’t help but brush your thumb along the bottom one. He tips his head quickly and kisses your thumb, a smile already on his face.

“You know when I said you deserve the whole world and the moon the other night?” he asks quietly.

You smile, still remembering that phrase clearly, “yeah, what about it?”

“I’m the one whose going to give you the whole world and the moon. I promise,” he swears, leaning his forehead against yours. You know he’s telling the truth, too, and you can’t wait to see what that promise holds.  

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SCK/Edser asks

Anonymous said: Thank you for the translation and the gif set of the ‘how did I fall in love with you’ scene! That made a lot of difference, the first translation I saw confused me, and I thought Serkan was just being mean, but this one makes Serkan more curious than mean, and is actually romantic. 

You’re welcome for the gif set (this one,) but I can’t take credit for the translation. I saw multiple conversations on twitter about that scene and how bad the English subs were, so I cribbed the more correct translation from there. 

It makes all the difference in the world, doesn’t it? It also made the scene make sense, since it did not the first time I saw it, lmao.  I think the original subs I saw had her saying “You have to remember for yourself” and him responding “I remember.” UM... YOU REMEMBER BUPKIS, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT, SIR!   Instead the, “You can’t be told everything, you have to discover for yourself.” “I’m discovering.” It makes much more sense and, as you said, is a lot more shippy and romantic, as he is basically admitting that he’s figuring out exactly how he came to fall in love with her the first time.  I know the subs are always kind of off and beggars can’t be choosers, but that one really changed the meaning and tenor of the scene. Yikes.  

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Anonymous said: So based on the summary, the kiss is real! My money is on Serkan in an effort to downplay how it makes him feels says something pretty crappy to Eda. She rightfully gets pissed and then the scenes ends because they both get called to the police station for Ayfer & Aydan. Maybe Selin shows up at the police station leading to Eda witnessing what appears to be a sweet moment between them or Selin chews Serkan out for being with Eda that leads to him saying something negative about Eda. This all could create a new low for Eda which is my Ayfer & Melo are comforting her in a scene from the fragman. She somehow convinces herself to keep going with the game and buys strawberries to keep Serkan away. But of course he really enjoyed the kiss so inspite of his earlier comments he is all about getting closer to Eda now but tells himself it is just to expose her game. I mean who knows what will happen but it is fun to speculate sometimes. Fingers crossed for a well written episode that is full of Edser scenes.

This makes as much sense as anything else I’ve seen trying to put together the pieces of this episode.  Let’s hope what ever crappy thing he says to Eda, isn’t TOO CRAPPY. I don’t know how many more times I can watch him unleash the asshole on her. And especially this time, because she was just sitting there, minding her own business (at his machination) not expecting him when he came up and kissed her.  

Maybe once she realizes he doesn’t remember, and she starts to question him, his excuse is he wanted to see if he felt anything, and he’ll lie and say that he didn’t?  That would be crappy, and a lie, but at least would probably be a lie because he’s freaking out and said in service of protecting himself, and not designed to insult her.

As my friend @echoapothecary pointed out to me, if, after kissing her, he’s going to spend all episode trying to get her to admit she’s not really engaged to Deniz and doesn’t love him, there has to be some sort of payoff for that. And that payoff can’t be Eda admitting her feelings so that leaves... him admitting to her how he’s feeling. If they don’t do something of that nature, then once again I don’t know what the point of this is. 

I’ll cross my fingers for lots of Edser scenes. As long as we get lots of them I can probably deal with very little forward progress. 

Anonymous said: I feel like the people over at production should be doing more positive promotion than they are, especially after last week. I'd be fine with them spoiling the climax of the episode (if one exists?) - Serkan telling Eda he's in love with her, Serkan confronting Selin, ANYTHING. Do it like ep 11 and just give the viewers something that indicates the plot is finally going somewhere. And I'm glad the spoilers have been wrong lately bc now they're saying this'll go to ep 26 and I can't lol

The promotion for this episode is by far the most lackluster I can remember. I don’t recall two fragman’s being so... tepid. I kinda feel like they know they’re not moving the story along fast enough and so they’re all like, “Oh, hey, we’ll throw in this gratuitous boxing scene and this out-of-nowhere tandem catwalk fashion scene and that will keep them happy!”  

And, you know, that probably would have worked if they hadn’t gone with the Selin/Deniz fake engagement nonsense, but since they did, fans are not so easily distracted and a lot less patient.

As for that spoiler, every “spoiler” coming out right now sounds like speculation and nonsense. Some will turn out to be almost, sort of true just because a broken clock is right twice a day, but none of them are worth fretting over.

Anonymous said: Everyone keeps saying how turkish tv channels are cutthroat and shows get canceled without a lot of warning - why are they so comfortable writing so many filler episodes in a row? It does not compute in my head. Shouldn't every episode be taken seriously if the industry is like this? They don't even have the excuse of "there wasn't enough time in the episode" since there are over 2 hrs each time but Edser scenes are cut down in favor of trivial side plot scenes. I don't want to see Enpir again.

Great questions, I honestly have no idea why they would ever think an episode with only 20ish minutes of Edser was even worth the money to produce. And I’m positive a show with Engin/Piril would not be worth the cost of the hard drive to store the footage. 

As far as the filler nature of the last ep, they may have an episode order that we know nothing about, or other reasons to think they need to make this storyline stretch and last. (which I would be fine with if they got rid of Selin and Deniz, they could slow play as all they want, and I would be sated with boxing and fashion show scenes.) 

Anonymous said: what would you think if in episode 35, they revealed that this been eda's nightmare the whole time after she passed out while watching the news of his plane crash, she wakes up in the hospital back on her wedding night, serkan is fine, and the last 6 episodes never happened?

I’d be fully onboard. There is not one thing that has happened since 29 that I would lament the reversal of by this kind of twist. 

[anonbebe97me]

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂! (MX Reactions || Maknae Line)

“A/N: Long reactions ahead. No smut, but is suggestive! || Hyung Line found here ||

It’s Valentine’s Day, and he’s had a long day at work- he walks into your shared apartment, throwing his duffle bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes. He looks around for you, but you’re not there. Quietly, he makes his way to the bedroom to see if you might’ve fallen asleep waiting for him, but when he opens the door, he sees you sitting on black, silk sheets, in that teeny tiny lingerie set that, when your sister had gifted it to you, you swore you’d never wear…

1.) 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷

He tiptoes to the door, definitely feeling terrible that he had to cancel the date you’d been planning for weeks- he doesn’t need you getting anymore upset than you probably already are. 

That’s the last thing he wants…right?

But when he opens the door, he’s surprised to find a dim light filling the room, and when he sees you on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest, he instantly smiles.

You’re so lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice he’s standing there until he says,

“Jagiya- you’re awake.”

You look up and smile, “Hyungwon.”

When he walks over and stands next to the bed, you’re expecting for him to acknowledge the obvious; you’ve changed the sheets to black silk, lit candles, and you’re clad in skimpy lingerie, akin to floss.

But he leans over and kisses your forehead, caressing your chin before turning around to take off his jacket. He’s calm. 

You went way too far out of your way putting all of this together for him to be fucking calm.

You play it cool, stretching your legs out in front of you, going as far as pointing your toes to make your already shaven, sun-kissed legs somehow even more appealing.

He doesn’t bite. Not one bit.

After about five minutes of him completely avoiding looking at you, you find yourself huffing and hopping off of the bed, making your way over to him as he stands in front of his dresser, about to change into whatever sleepwear.

“Hyungwon.” Your tone is stern and slightly irritated.

He looks at you snd swallows, careful to keep his eyes on your face, and not at the way your thong sits right at the top of your hips, accentuating your delectable curves.

He clears his throat, “Yeah?”

“What the fuck?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest,  unconsciously causing your breasts to push up.

“What?” He’s not an idiot- he knows exactly why you’re upset,

“What do you mean ‘what’? I’ve been sitting around for like a fucking hour, freezing my ass off, might I add. All so we could make up for the lost reservation, which I made six weeks ago! But you have barely even looked at me since you walked in!” Your chest is heaving slightly, though you’re closer to biting his head off than you are to crying.

Your blood is boiling at this point, and his silence is driving you crazy at this point.

and then-

“Are you done?” A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips, catching you by surprise.

“Am I done?” You feel the anger rising again, but as you open your mouth to cuss him the fuck out, his arm snakes around your waist to yank you against his body,

“I said-” The way he’s looking down at you makes your knees weak, in the most delicious way possible,

“Are. You. Done.”

It’s not a question.

The grip on your waist is relentless, but his free hand is so tender as he bringsit up to your cheek- thumb circling softly on your cheek as he tilts your head up to look at him,

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.”

2.) 𝓙𝓸𝓸𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓷

This morning, you said you had a surprise waiting for him for when he gets home- he assumed you’d meant some kind of dinner or a date or something, but when dance rehearsal went over, he was sure you’d scratch the plan and save it for another day. When he’d walked into the house, his thoughts seemed confirmed by your absence in any of the common areas of the apartment.

He gently opens the door and steps in, trying to make as little noise as possible.

That’s when he sees you, legs crossed, leaning back so that you’re propped up on your hands behind you. Your smile is unmistakable as you take in the expression on his face- in fact, that expression makes having waited around for an hour, worth it.

“Y/N…” His mouth is still hung open, cherry lips jutting out in delightful shock.

If this were any other moment, you’d have felt insecure with him ogling you as you sit there, practically naked.

But seeing him so dumbfounded makes you feel a sort of…power.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” You ask, a smirk making its way across your face.

He swallows, “Sorry!” He jumps into action and quickly walks over to be with you, though he stops at the end of the bed.

You look up at him, an arch in your brow.

Slowly, he reaches up to undo the buttons on his jersey- each undone button revealing a new sliver of his bare chest. Your mouth waters at the idea of running your tongue across his smooth skin.

He catches you staring, and a smirk of his own flashes on his face. 

“You wanna touch me?” He’s getting smug.

We can’t have that, can we?

He lets the black shirt fall to the ground, and then goes for the button on his jeans, though you quickly stop him, “Leave those on. I’ll do that myself.”

You’re not always one for dominance,

but boy does it feel good.

3.) 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓷

 He and the guys had to stay late to meet with a singer that they’ll be collaborating with, and while they were writing together, they were throwing back a few beers.

Though he usually prides himself in being able to hold his alcohol, admittedly, he’s a *teensy* bit tipsy- definitely not enough to black out, though. He’s just drunk enough to where he has no qualms about stumbling through the bedroom door, completely disregarding the fact that you might just be asleep.

When he opens the door and sees you laying across the bed, flipping through a magazine, he leans back agains the door frame, clutching dramatically at his chest, 

“How did I get so lucky to be able to come home every single day, to a fine ass honey like you?”

You scrunch your nose, repulsed at his use of the word fine, and ass, and honey.

“You’re drunk.”

“Not yet,” He smiles, cutting the goofy act a bit before walking over, crawling onto the bed just enough for his lips to touch the skin of your smooth calf.

He trails kisses up your leg until he reaches your hip, pulling away to admire the roundness of your ass, “Is all this for me?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes, causing him to frown, “Don’t be mad at me…” he pouts.

“Changkyun. How could I not be? I’ve been waiting here for you, and you walk in here like it’s all a joke.”

This time, he stops and sits up, taking your expression to heart, “You’re- you’re right. I’m sorry. I can see that you were counting on me being home and being attentive to you, and I see how I fucked up…” He says, biting his lip. 

You stare up at him, slightly caught off guard by how easily he acknowledges his mistake. Usually, it takes him like, at least an hour before he fesses up.

“Yeah, you did fuck it up…” You decide to drag it out anyway- if only because you were initially planning on torturing him with your silence and he’d bypassed an entire twenty minutes.

He reaches over take your hand in his, and you stare at him as he brings your fingers to his lips, kissing each individual one, 

“Forgive me, beautiful… I can’t stand when you’re angry with me.” 

You smirk at how soft he’s being- a behavior he doesn’t exhibit often, and you decide you’ll use it to you advantage a bit.

“Lay down.”

You’re forceful in your tone, and he doesn’t hesitate to do as you ask. He crawls up higher onto the bed and lays on his back, waiting for your next move. In one swift motion, you’re positioned on top of him, bringing your lips to his ear, 

“You don’t get to touch me tonight…” You growl.

He furrows his brows, just about ready to throw a tantrum, but as he’s about to open his mouth in protest, your lips travel to his neck, and instinctively, he throws his head back against the pillows, the simple sensation already driving him crazy.

You come back up to look at him, but his eyes remain closed.

Slowly, you let your hand travel down to the button his jeans, 

“Will you be my Valentine?” He asks, voice slightly strained as you finally get the button undone,

“I don’t know…I’m still mad,” You say, acting coy,

“but by the end of the night, you’ll definitely be mine.”

_____________________________________ Alright, I know this technically came out the day AFTER Valentine’s, but it be like that some times lol 

[watchmegetobsessed]

Chemistry - Shawn Mendes

im pretty productive, bringing something new almost every day lol  thanks for the request on this one for the anon! hope this lives up to your expectations!

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A warning knock makes you jump, snapping your head towards the door.

“Yeah?” you call out holding the robe tighter on your body as an assistant pops her head inside with a warm smile on her round face.

“Can we start in ten?” she kindly asks, but there is some mild instancy in her tone and you can’t blame her. You’ve been really taking your time getting ready, but you still don’t feel like you are able to walk out. It’s unknown why you even agreed to do this in the first place and now you are chickening out.

“Um…” You rush to the door hitting a more confidential tone as you continue. “Ca-Can you please get Shawn for me?”

“Is something wrong?” she asks, genuine concern in her green eyes as she holds her clipboard to her chest.

“No!” you reply in an instant probably sounding crazy. “No, I just… I have to talk to him. Can you please tell him to come here? We can start after I talked to him.” You force a smile to your lips that most likely looks frightening at the moment, but she nods her head before backing out of your dressing room closing the door behind her.

You lean your back against the door as you cross your arms on your chest. It’s not even that cold in there but you have chills and your fingers are so cold you know Shawn will complain about them so you dig them under your arms to warm them up a bit. You start chewing on your lower lip when you realize you shouldn’t make it swollen before the shoot so you quickly stop yourself.

Another knock is heard on the door behind you and you immediately open it, revealing your concerned boyfriend who is wearing a robe matching yours.

“What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” he bombs you with his questions, but you just grab onto him and pull him into the room shutting the door closed.

“I-I don’t think I can do this,” you jabber, a wave of anxiety washing over you and making you sweat.

“What? Why? What happened?” Shawn is out of his mind, not bearing to see you like this. He hasn’t seen this side of you too often, you like to appear as collected and focused as possible, being the supportive person, but right now you are just losing it.

When Shawn first presented you the idea of you and him having a joined shoot for Calvin Klein for their new campaign you were unsure about it, but he easily talked you into it. You knew it would be iconic and that you would be pretty much the first “non-celebrity” face for the brand, posing with your insanely hot boyfriend in nothing else but your underwear. It seemed like a pretty good idea, but right now you want nothing else than to run out of the building, don’t stop until you get home and hide under the safety of your covers. Under the robe you only have your CK panties on and nothing else. You somehow agreed to not wearing anything on the top, covering yourself with props, your arm or Shawn himself. In your mind it looked cool, but in reality going out and pose only in your panties in front of the camera and about twenty people working on the set is just scaring the shit out of you.

“I’m uh… I just don’t feel comfortable. I don’t think I should be doing this.” You shake your head, feeling your throat closing up. Shawn steps closer and cups your face in his warm hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Baby, calm down. Everything is fine, just breathe.” You sync your breathing with his as you keep eye-contact with him, feeling your body loosening up a bit. “Good, you are doing amazing. Now tell me, what made you panic?”

His thumbs run across your cheeks before his hands drop and take yours, lacing your fingers together.

“I just don’t feel like I’m the best person to appear in such a huge thing. I mean, I’m nobody compared to the people who has worked with this brand.”

“First of all that’s bullshit,” he declares immediately. “No one is more than anyone. Second, you are the best person because they wanted a couple and if you haven’t known already, you are my girlfriend so I wouldn’t be able to do it with anyone else.”

You can’t help the urge to roll your eyes at him. He is twisting your words out.

“But I’m not a celebrity, why would people want to look at me on the posters and stuff?”

“Baby, have you seen your killer body? Anyone would love to look at it all day long, especially me,” he scoffs making you smile and blush.

“You don’t need a photoshoot and a national ad campaign to see it,” you mumble under your breath.

“I know, but this is an amazing way to show everyone what they are missing,” he jokes kissing your cheek shortly. “But seriously. They chose us because they want the pictures to be real and they love the chemistry we have on photos.”

You can’t argue with that. Since your first appearance together out at a restaurant a year ago you managed to have quite a lot cute paparazzi photos taken of you. It’s not like you’ve been trying hard to look so in love and happy, it’s the way life has been with Shawn and they just captured those little moments. If you were responsible for finding a couple that would give real emotions away in a shoot you’d choose you and Shawn too.

“If you don’t want to do it we can still cancel. But I think you can do it, let’s just go out, be ourselves and let them capture whatever they want. Just try to imagine that I’m the only one there, okay?”

“If we’d be alone that would turn into something else,” you comment with a knowing look, earning an amused laugh from him.

“Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself for a few hours, okay?” Leaning down he kisses your lips shortly before looking into your eyes once again. “So, are we okay? Can you do it?”

“I guess,” you answer unsurely, but a lot more calmly now.

The set is pretty minimalistic, a king sized bed with crispy white sheets and a white backdrop that has a slight grey tone to it setting a nice difference between the sheets and itself. Shawn doesn’t let go of your hand as you walk out and adjust to the setting. The photographer, Glen introduces himself kindly and you feel relieved he is all about making you as comfortable as possible.

“I know this is pretty new and strange for you, I want to make it as pleasant for you as possible,” he tells you in a confidential voice. “If you don’t feel comfortable with anything please just let us know.”

“Thank you,” you breathe out thankfully.

You have a short session on the bed, just Glen showing around what he had in mind, showing the angles and settings he imagined and what makes you feel secure is that he actually wants input from you and Shawn. You do a couple of shots with the robe on to figure out the best ways to cover your nudity in different poses and it assures you it won’t turn into something too erotic.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let the world see what I see in the bedroom,” Shawn murmurs into your ear as he takes his robe off leaving him in a pair of white boxers.

“Shut up,” you chuckle as you untie yours and with the help of an assistant you take it off while covering yourself at the same time. You won’t just go around and be totally topless with a bunch of strangers around you, that’s just not happening.

“Okay, let’s start with what we talked about, but honestly, do whatever feels right and I’ll work with it.” Glen shuffles to the left and right a bit while you make yourself comfortable on the bed holding the sheets to your chest. Your fingers hold onto the fabric a bit too tight and Shawn notices as he shifts behind you, putting an arm around your waist.

“It’s okay, baby. You look incredibly hot.” His breath is tickling your neck and when he presses a soft kiss behind your ear you can’t help but giggle at the feeling.

“That’s perfect!” Glen beams and you realize he has already started shooting without you even noticing.

“See, we are doing just fine,” Shawn smiles at you and you finally give in and do what was told. Just be you.

It doesn’t take too long before you completely forget about your surrounding and put all your focus on Shawn. It’s really not too different from a typical morning when you are lazily messing around in the bed, you just have your hair and makeup perfectly done and a guy shooting pics of you relentlessly. Basically all possible poses appear on the photos. Shawn hugging you from behind, his arms covering your chest, then you pressing yourself against him, looking over your shoulder, his hands on your bare back. The same pose just the two of you kissing passionately. Right after this Shawn throws himself down pulling you with him, making you laugh as his arms curl around your body. Glen is running around the bed, snapping photos from different angles as you rest your head on his chest, curled up by his side.

It goes like this for about an entire hour. The number of kisses is uncountable, while the number of photos taken is probably around a million. Luckily you and Shawn managed to move in sync and keep yourself covered enough the whole time, but you can tell some pictures are still quite steamy, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Amazing, you guys did such a great job!” Glen cheers as you finally put your robe on. “I knew it would turn out wonderful, your chemistry really is the best.”

“It’s easy if you have the right woman with you,” Shawn grins down at you making your blush immediately as you hug his waist with one arm.

You check out the raw photos together and you totally see why Glenn is so happy about the outcome. They look amazing, he managed to capture so many intimate moment that are just so real and honest, it’s quite the aesthetic.

“So, are you ready to see these back on billboards?” Shawn teases you as Glen shows you his personal favorites from the shoot that will most likely be featured in the final campaign photos. One is from when he was hugging you behind, you are the only one looking at the camera as Shawn’s eyes are glued to your face, his strong arms covering your chest while your hands are on his arms. Another one is one of the steamier ones, you are lying on top of him and it was captured right before your lips met for a kiss, eyes already closed, lust all over your faces. You love them. All of them.

Turning to Shawn you gift him with a wide smile.

“I’m more than ready,” you happily state making him smile down at you proudly.

“That’s my girl.”

[dyaz-stories]

Writing prompt: 180 InuKag

Oooh, that’s a nice one. So, Secret Relationship AU. Because I can.

180. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

IT’S NSFW BY THE WAY. I can’t tag it as such because if I do it won’t show up in the tags, so I’m letting you all know that I tag that stuff with “lemon”, in case you don’t want to see that content from me and want to block that, but yeah, warning for smut for the following one-shot!

@keichanz I don’t know if I feel bad for tagging you mostly in smut or if I’d feel worse for not tagging you in it lol

Inuyashawas sure that bitch had done it on purpose. Because he had cancelledtheir date the previous night last minute, she was making him paytoday. On some level, he could understand why Kagome was pissed. Ifshe’d done the same thing to him, andto work with, say, Koga, he would probably have lost it. So he reallyshouldn’t be surprised when appearances seemed to say he hadditched her for Kikyo.

Butit wasn’t like he had wantedto do it. Sure, Kagome was the newspaper’s rising star, but him andKikyo were still the most established journalists there. He had allsorts of contacts with thugs; she knew everyone in the force, andthey had been a team for years — and, well, morethanthat for a few months, until this messed up story about Naraku hadhit them like a ton of bricks. Since then, they did their best tosteer clear of each other.

Kagomeknewthat. She knewhe wouldn’t stay around Kikyo on purpose, and she knewhe’d been looking for this night just as much as she had. She knewhe missed her like crazy and she knewthat it killed him that they both worked so much because of howlittle time they got to spend together outside of work, where theyhad decided not to make their relationship known.

Right?

Still,right now, when she walked past Miroku’s desk, her high heels andshort, but still very professional, skirt giving him a great view onher legs, Inuyasha thought, once more, that she had done it onpurpose. As she leaned over Sango’s shoulder, letting the skirt gojust a little higher, not quite enough to actually see anything, butcertainly enough for Miroku to tilt his head, just in case, he had torepress the growl that was forming in his throat.

Consideringwhere they worked — with the worst gossips of the journalisticworld — and their status — him as a renowned journalist, her as anew asset to the newspaper —, they definitely didn’t want theirrelationship known, at least for now. But fuck,was she making it hard on him…

Shedidn’t stop by him when she walked back, and that was when he knewshe was truly mad. She liked his work, which she called“unconventional but interesting”, and she valued his opinion onher papers, particularly since, as a trained ex-priestess, she did alot of work around demons.

Inuyashadidn’t miss the glance Miroku and Sango exchanged when she walkedpast him without even deigning to glance at him. Yeah, they weretrying to keep their relationship on the down low, but it was easiersaid than done, considering they worked with the best journalists inthe whole fucking country. Still, going after her now would have madeit all way too obvious, though part of him, probably his instincts,did want to follow her around like a lost puppy until she forgavehim.

Hecleared his throat discreetly, focusing back on his computer. Tryingnot to think about that tight skirt that he would be able to oh soeasily lift back on her hips, or that white shirt that he could ripopen like nothing, or how those long legs would look around hiswaist, or what those bright red lips could—

Heclosed his laptop with what was practically a snarl and stormed outof the room, slamming the door behind him.

Everyonebut Miroku missed Kagome’s brief, but satisfied, smile.

Inuyashamanaged to grab her alone in a hallway when she was walked to get hercoffee at 11 a.m., as she always did.

Inthis case, he walked in front of her, blocking her path until shelooked up at him. She finally did so, shifting her weight on one footand crossing her arms in front of her, tapping her finger against herarm in an annoyed gesture.

“Weneed to talk,” he growled, fighting off the urge to whine.

“Oh,do we now?” she almost hissed, and his ears immediately pinnedthemselves against his skull. Shit. She wasangry. The whole silence game was one thing, but now he could feelhis stomach drop, and he somehow hated the feeling even more. The wayshe was dressed certainly didn’t help. Focusingwas pretty fucking hard right now. He wanted to touch her, now.

“Kagome—”

“Becausetalkingdidn’t seem to be on your mind last night,” she kept going, eyesnarrowing at him. “No, last night a quick text to cancel plans we’dhad for threeweekswas all you needed, hm?”

“Youknow that’s not—”

“It’sthe thirdtime, Inuyasha!” she protested, her voice coming out a little morethan she intended to and making him wince.

Heclosed his eyes, briefly. It was true, of course, but— But forfuck’s sake, she knew—

“Youknow I—”

Footsteps.There were definitely footsteps approaching. Fucking hell, he wasn’tfinished! There were so many things he wanted to say right now. Somany things that were going on in his head, so many things he wanted,neededher to know. He needed to think fast. He needed to—

“Kagome?”Hojo’s cheery voice called as he was approaching. “I thought I’djoin you for— Kagome?”

Butthe room was already empty when he stepped in.

Amuffled protest came from under Inuyasha’s hand, and when he didn’tmove it, Kagome had to very seriously fight that sudden urge to bitehim. It probably wouldn’t have hurt him, not with his thick skin,and it certainly wouldn’t have made any lasting damage, but maybeit would have made her feel better.

“Whatwere you thinking?”she hissed when he finally removed it, careful to keep her voice lowbecause she did notwant to have to explain to Hojo what her and Inuyasha were doinginside a broom cupboard.

Butalready, his mouth was on hers, warm and somewhat desperate, and shejust didn’t find it in herself to resist him, because God, she hadwanted this. From his warmth to the pressure of his body against herswhen he shifted himself between her legs, clearly hungry for more,for her.When he ran his hand on her thighs and started pushing up her skirtthough, she swatted them away and pulled back as much as she could inthe confined space, ignoring the nice shiver it sent down her spine.

“Ithought you wanted to talk,”she reminded him, ignoring his frustrated growl.

Heleaned over her, letting his elbow rest on the door, over her head.This was a show of dominance if she knew one, but she was notimpressed.

“Shit,Kagome, you knowI didn’t want that, right? You know I’d have much rather stayedwith you. Fuck, you have noideawhat you do to me.”

Well,he was wrong there. No only did she know, but right now it would havebeen pretty complicated for her to ignore it, considering how hard hewas against her. Mercilessly, she arched herself into him, enjoyinghis discreet groan at the contact.

“Maybeyou could show me, then,” she offered, her voice sounding sweet andinnocent — as if.

Herose an eyebrow. She’d changed pretty fucking fast, huh? In othercircumstances, maybe he’d have argued with that, hell, maybe he’dhave given her a taste of her own medicine and left her behind justlike that. Now though, he was feeling incredibly pent up, and she wasdriving him crazy, so he didn’t hesitate.

Hedove for her neck, sucking the skin and biting it softly, whileKagome pressed him closer, her hand coming down between them to touchhim through his jeans. Before she could do much of anything though,he continued lowering himself until he was kneeling between her legs,hands on both of her thighs. He saw the glimmer of excitation in hereyes when she understood what he was doing, and she let him slide herpanties down her legs while she pulled up her skirt.

Then,with that stupid grin he always had when he knew just how much shewas in his power, he moved forward, and holyshit,she had almost forgotten how good he was with his tongue. His clawsdug into her skin, though not hard enough to break the skin, butprobably enough to leave her mark, but she couldn’t think aboutthat. She couldn’t think about the way her legs were trembling withpleasure and how he was the only thing holding her together rightnow, she barely even thought about putting her hand against her mouthto stop the sounds from escaping when he found her clit and startedteasing it lightly and oh,the marvels his fangs could do when he was justthere…

“Inuyasha,”she breathed out when he gave her a few seconds of respite, “I needyou.”

Hedidn’t listen immediately, enjoying the way a small moan escapedher despite her best efforts when he leaned in again, this time tokiss the top of her inner thigh, knowing just how sensitive her skinwas there.

“Inuyasha,”she called out again, pulling on his shoulder, and this time, hefollowed, because he was fucking going to lose it if he waited anylonger.

Thesecond he was standing in front of her, she unbuttoned his pants andpushed his boxers down, wrapping her hand around his throbbingerection. He hissed out her name at the contact — shit, if she didthat, or just anythingright now, he was going to come right here and now in her hand. Sheseemed to realize that though, and she let go of him, interruptingherself to reach for a condom which he kept in his jeans pocket andthen deftly take it out of its wrapper.

Sheunrolled it on him, though her hands were practically trembling withimpatience, and then got herself back up. She leaned against thedoor, offering him a nice view of her while she opened the firstbuttons of her shirt.

“Isthatwhat I do to you?” she teased, running her fingers on her own skinwhile his eyes darkened with lust at the show she was giving him.

Hishands grabbed her hips, and she bit back a laugh when he pulled heragainst him, grabbing her ass to lift her easily. Immediately, shewrapped her legs around him, losing her shoes in the process. Theyboth froze at the sound it made, something that could definitely beconsidered an accomplishment considering the state they were in, butno one outside seemed to notice, allowing them to resume to theiractivities.

Kagomebit her lip harshly when he pushed himself inside her, but even thenshe couldn’t silence the groan of pleasure coming out of herthroat.

“I’vebeen thinking about that ever since I saw you in that skirt,”Inuyasha growled, his voice hoarse and his breathing quick.

“Whyd’you think I put it on?” she replied, and then one of her handswent to his ears while her lips found his neck, and this was when,finally, Inuyasha lost it. His ears, particularly in times ofintimate relationships, were one of the most sensitive parts of hisbody, something Kagome had noticed — and exploited — since veryearly in their relationship.

Hecould barely think as he thrusted into her, his own skin muffling herreactions while his low groans disappeared in her neck.

“OhGod,”she panted, hooking her heel in his back, trying to find anysort of leverage to meet his thrusts, “oh, please.”

“Thatconvincin’ enough for ya?” he mumbled, slowing his pace just alittle to make the torture last.

Shetweaked his ear between her fingers, and his knees buckled under him,almost sending them both on the floor. “Hurry,” she whispered,“and if you’re good,I’ll make it up to you later at my place.”

Whatsort of men was he to resist that?He picked up the pace yet again and this time she let herself gocompletely, abandoning herself to him, both of her hands resting onhis shoulders to hold herself steady while she shifted to get as muchpleasure from the friction as she could, back arched, head thrownback.

Shecame with a final moan that she only barely managed to hide, and itwas her final clenching around him as she rode the orgasm that senthim over the edge.

Fora few moments, they didn’t say anything, both listening for whatwas going on around them, finally realizing where they were and whatthey’d just done. He let go of her, pulling out slowly, and shequickly rearranged herself, slipping her feet back into her shoes.

“Yousmell anyone out there?��

Thatwas a pretty hard question, considering what had just happened here,which was almost all he could smell, but he ended up shaking hishead. He was almost positive that there was no one in the room, andthat’s what they’d have to go with.

“Okay,I’ll get out, and then you come out in… Let’s say, ten minutes,okay?”

“Actually,I need to go, I’m meeting with a guy for the story I was working onlast night. I’ll be back to the office in a few hours.”

“Alright,”she nodded. “Just take care of yourself, okay?” Then, she grinnedsuggestively. “That way I can takecare of youlater tonight, if that works for you.”

Heswallowed with some difficulty. Fuck yeah. This time, he’d makeitwork.

“Sure.”

Onemove, and then she was gone, leaving behind her the intoxicatingsmell of the relationship they’d just had.

Hedidn’t think she had any idea of what she actuallydid to him. With her, there was so much more than just the sexuallevel, so much more that he saw in her. Hope. Acceptance. A future,if she would let him. One day, he hoped he could make her understandall of that. In the meantime, well, this was as good a way of showingher as anything, and honestly, if this was her getting jealous ofKikyo, he thought he could live with that.

“’mback,” Inuyasha growled when he stepped back into the office aftera long and tedious afternoon of looking after leads that mostly wentnowhere.

Itwas pretty late, and most people had already left the office. He felta weird pang in his chest when he noticed Kagome’s absence. Was hereally missing her that easily now? As for Miroku, Sango and Kikyo,they barely acknowledged him.

Thatwas, until, when he had taken off his coat and already startedworking on his computer again, Miroku let out an impressed whistle.

“WellI didn’t know you had that in you, Inuyasha,” he commented.

“Havewhat?” he scowled, not even bothering to look up at him.

“Ohthat’s really classy, Inuyasha,” Kikyo joined coldly, and hecould swear he heard a hint of… What was that? Bitterness?Resentment?

Thatmade him react. What on earthwere they talking about?

Fortunatelyfor him, Sango had already walked over to him, and she handed him asmall, round mirror, which he took, more than confused.

Atfirst, he didn’t notice anything, but after tilting it, he let outan exclamation of disbelief. There, on his neck, there was a fuckingobvious hickey, that his jacket’s collar had probably hidden upuntil then.

“Sowho are they, Inuyasha?” Miroku asked.

Inuyashaignored him. She had to have done then when— Well, shit.And here he thought dog demons were bad when it came to marking theirterritory.

Onthe one hand, he felt strangely proud. His instincts were claiming tohim that this meant he was hers,and he kinda liked the feeling. It did make him want to reciprocatethough. He doubted she’d ever let him in such an obvious place, butthen he could always try.

Onthe other hand, he sure hoped she’d planned something grandto make it up for him tonight. But something was telling him that hewouldn’t be disappointed…

Ineed to stop making them have sex in semi-public locations. Also, didKagome used her spiritual powers to leave a somewhat lasting hickeyon Inuyasha? Well it looks like it, doesn’t it?

Alsodear @eternalnight8806-3, I saw you weren’t doing well and I hope you enjoyedthis. You’re such a wonderful part of this fandom and it alwaysbrightens my day to see you on my dash, so I truly hope you’ll feel better

[etherealperrie]

Recollection, Longing

- Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor in which reader reminisces on her relationship with Roger and despite what she tries to tell herself, realizes there’s still nothing she wants more than him. Inspired by “All I Want” by Kodaline -

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Italics indicate a flashback sequence. This fic is part of @yourealegendfred (my newest, chillest mutual)’s song fic challenge & I hope y’all like it (sorry in advance for the angst & emotions lol). I also recommend you listen to the song while reading just for added drama. 

“Don’t go,” you whisper, lowering your voice in an attempt to hide the tears you’re choking back.

“I have to.”

“I know, but you don’t have to leave me, too.”

“I’ll see you when the tour’s over,” he says, picking up his duffle and swinging it over his shoulder. He bends down to kiss your forehead, but it’s just for show.

“Not if you walk away.”

Deep down you knew this was the end. A relationship breaking under the stress of Roger’s career, of his inability to keep roots; to keep himself tied down to you and the home you’ve built.

“Don’t do this,” he sighs, rubbing his temple with his free hand.

“Stop pretending Roger, if you want to go then go.”

Watching him leave is gut-wrenching, it feels as though a brick sits on your chest and you’re no longer able to breathe as tears pour down your cheeks. As he reaches for the door handle, he turns back to look at you, his icy blue eyes red with tears. You know it won’t be easy for either of you, but at least he had the band and the fans. What did you have? Yourself and your home, overflowing with memories of a now soured relationship.

You brush your fingers over the photo you’ve taken off the wall, one of you and Roger at Ridge Farm years ago when things were good. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue against the denim blouse he’s wearing. You sigh, remembering the way they used to light up whenever you walked into the room to greet him. The way he’d scrunch them shut tightly with laughter. The sleep that settled in the corners that he’d rub away before cuddling in close to you each morning. Blue eyes you’d never be able to forget. Eyes colored like the spring sky, a stunning pair you wished you could see just one more time.

It’s a color that represented how you’ve felt the past month or so. Blue. Sunken in so deep you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to color yourself something happier.

As you traipse through the apartment tucking photos and knick-knacks of Roger’s out of sight, you come across a note taped to the bedroom wall just above the headboard. You peel it off and hold it close, rereading the words written in Roger’s messy script.

“When I’m away don’t become complacent. I’ll be thinking about you every waking moment and even in my dreams. It’s only two months – I believe that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I’m not sure I could be any more in love with you. See you soon, I love you, don’t forget. R.”  

The note is ages old. You found it sitting on the bathroom counter when you woke the morning he left for tour – the first time he had to leave you. His way with words made it that much easier to fall deeper in love with him. You posted it above the bed and neither of you bothered to move it after, until today. Until it was over. You smile at the note and tuck it into the bedside drawer, chuckling to stop yourself from crying. Love was a word you both tossed around so carelessly. A word you were so sure he meant in the beginning. The way he said it the first time – whispered so softly as he held you – you’d never forget.

“Rog, are you okay?” you ask, cuddling up to him by the fire. You’re lying on the yellow shag carpet of your home, the light from the fireplace casting shadows on his pale skin. He’d been acting weird ever since he got back from the studio – careful and cautious with his words, in complete opposition to his usual off the cusp, boisterous monologues.

“Me? Hm, I’m perfect.” He rolls over onto his side to look at you, reaching out to place a warm rough hand on your cheek.

“Perfect, huh?” you tease, raising an eyebrow. “You just seem quiet.”

Suddenly his arms are wrapped around your middle, pulling you on top of his chest. You laugh as he kisses the top of your head and runs his hands up and down your back, humming lightly as he does so.

“Just like being here with you, is all.” His voice trembles as he speaks but you don’t interrupt him. “You know, everything else in my life is so loud that coming home to you is an escape. I never feel like I have to fill the space with nonsense – I love that I can just be with you.”  

You sigh, smiling to yourself, resting your head against his chest close enough to hear his heartbeat. One of your hands is pressed against his chest and the other is cupping his cheek. You feel his hand envelop yours, pressing your hand harder against his skin. He lets out a shaky breath and as you lay on top of him you can feel his heartbeat pumping faster and faster, booming loudly.

“I love you,” he breathes. He says it so quietly that you’re afraid you might have misheard him. His heart continues to thump against his chest until you prop yourself up, both hands on either side of him. You lock eyes with him, taking in his demeanor. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you can tell he’s fragile; he put it out on the line for you. You’ve wanted to say the same three words for months, but never worked up the courage, yet here he was lying beneath you, so much braver than you.

“I love you too, Rog” you reply, your words mumbled as you press your lips against his enthusiastically. His arms twist around you and pull you closer to him, his soft lips working against yours.

He held you so close to his chest you could feel his heartbeat spike when he muttered the words. Three words. You whispered them back. Then the two of you began to shout them, I love you, every chance you had. To each other and to everyone else.

It’s a word that haunts you now. The last three words he said to you before he left. The word love used to make you think of him, sending the butterflies in your stomach into flight, but it doesn’t anymore. It doesn’t make you angry, though – just wistful. How could he leave so easily if he meant what he said?

Mistake. The thing you made when he showed up at your door three weeks after calling it off. At the time you knew you shouldn’t, but part of you hoped he’d come back to you. That maybe, just maybe, sleeping with him again would remind you both of all the good. He stayed after it was over and cuddled you close, until you ruined it with words.

“Why’d you leave me?”

“Because you deserve better,” he replies simply as he strokes your hair.

“Why’d you come back?” you ask, lifting your head from his bare chest to look at him.

“Selfish, I guess. I know you’ll be better off without me but, I-”

“Better off,” you scoff, sitting up and taking the blanket with you to cover your nude chest. “I haven’t been better off since you left.” You’re shouting now. “And I definitely won’t be now! Get out.”

“I love you.”

“Just go.”

It’s a thing you try not to think about anymore, it hurts too much. Thinking too much causes doubt – maybe if you wouldn’t have questioned him he would have stayed. Maybe he’d still be here now. But maybe the whole relationship was a mistake. Still, somehow the highest of highs somehow make up for the lowest of lows.

So now here you are, living a life of uncertainty. Uncertain if you’ll ever be able to move on or if you’ll ever be able to find anything to make you as happy as you were. Life with Roger was never easy, you fought often but so did every other couple you knew. But you loved to intensely and so deeply you never imagined it would end.

You run your fingers through your hair out of frustration as you find yet another photo sitting on your dresser. It wasn’t until things ended that you realized just how much every inch of your home had become a part of Roger as well. You remove the glass and slide the picture out, holding it up to the light streaming in through the bedroom window. It’s a photo of you two in Japan, sitting in a park surrounded by fallen cherry blossoms, you lounging lazily in Roger’s lap. A few nights before the photo was taken, before you left for Tokyo, things blew up.

“Love, I don’t know what you want me to do, we can’t cancel the press tour because my fiancé can’t bloody survive without me!” His tone of voice is rough, his temper getting the best of him. He folds another blouse and sets it in the suitcase but you quickly reach in and take it out, unfolding it.

“I can survive without you Roger, I’ve done it before” you reply hastily, pushing yourself off the bed and crossing your arms. He stops packing and turns to look at you.

“Then what’s the problem, Y/N? Do you want me to quit the fucking band? Leave it all - the boys, the gigs, the money – to be attached at your hip? Without Queen, we wouldn’t have any of this!” He gestures vaguely to the furniture and clothes, all of which he’d upgraded.

“You know I don’t want that.”

“Then what?”

“How come when you have to leave I’m the only one who seems to care? Roger, when you leave it tears me apart even knowing you’re going to come home, even knowing I’ll see you again. But you, you just go – unbothered. Does this mean nothing to you?” You’re shouting to stop yourself from crying.

“Y/N you can’t seriously think this isn’t hard for me?” he huffs, placing a hand under your chin. He lifts your head to look at him, his frown softening. “Leaving you is the hardest thing, even though I know you can survive, even knowing I’m coming home after. I want to be the person to stay with you and have a simple life but that’s not our reality.”

You close the space between you, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“What if,” he mumbles, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “What if you come along? When was the last time you were on the road, hm?”

You shrug your shoulders, pulling away from him. He chuckles to himself as he uses his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“I’m not ready to give up, love,” he sighs into your hair, “so come on let’s pack.”

You look away from the picture, pushing the memory aside. That was the last time he fought for you. After that, you both became complacent neither one willing to sacrifice your work for love. Time, money, and fame got in the way. As you pad across the bedroom and flop down onto the bed, you rip the photo in half, tossing the shreds onto the floor.

There’s not a lot you want now because you’re still so unsure about so much. But one thing you know is that you wish Roger would have done something to keep you this time like he did months ago, in Japan. You’re still blue and although you try to convince yourself that you’re moving forward by shredding photos and putting knick-knacks out of sight, deep down you know that if you could see his face one last time, if he came groveling back, you’d happily oblige. You still want to see him again and not just through the television screen or through the radio. Despite the last time ending with a terrible heartbreak, you still ache to touch him. To gaze into those blue eyes over and over again, not caring if you get lost in them because you’ve got nowhere else to be. 

It’s all you want.

[mashi-sims]

I am never giving up hope on them ending up together! Not until they do or the show is inevitably cancelled lol. My concern with this show is how much meaning they are willing to give to details like these, considering this is a sitcom and most situations and comments are only “jokes”, which wouldn’t be if this were a teen drama or something else. Most subplots and side storylines aren’t given enough continuity and/or are easily replaced with something different, which is why I’m worried for Cooper and Oliver getting together. If this were another kind of TV show, I would be 100% sure that the writers were setting up this relationship, creating a beautiful character development, friends to lovers, slow build kind of thing, which I am all up for (I mean, if the show were to last more seasons with them being just friends, slowly building their relationship with the certainty that they would become boyfriends at some point, I would be okay with that). However, because this is a show that relies on single-use jokes (I would say half the time), I am left to wonder if this is only supposed to be an ongoing joke that’s never going to escalate, or if this is an actual set up for canon Cooliver. Personally, I like to believe they are being set up into a beautiful romantic relationship, but sometimes TV disappoints a bit too much. Still, my fingers are still crossed and my hope never dies!

Let’s just think about everything these boys have been through, okay? They started out as completely superficial, materialistic kids who were probably only acquaintances, and now they’re somewhat superficial, materialistic teens who care for each other deeply and have basically sworn to be in each other’s lives for a long time, if not forever.

(I was thinking about making a post about this but I’ll just add it to your post instead, sorry @ficsnships )

As I’ve re-watched the show (a few times), especially seasons 3 and 4, I’ve found many details that could be hints for future canon Cooliver (if the show’s crew is on board with this... and if they aren’t, why the hell make us pick us this clues??)

When Cooper crashed the Otto’s vacation/family trip and Lisa Vanderpump showed up at their table, Oliver says “My family, your money, it works”, and Cooper responds “Perfectly” with a longing smile. After having their conversation about becoming more sensitive toward what they don’t have and sharing what they do have with the other, they’re inferring that they complement each other in a way that works for both of them.

l already talked about this before, but the “I love you, bro”, “I love you too, man” scene! What was that supposed to be if not an act of true love. Sure, it could’ve meant a friends “I love you”, I’d give you that, but not when it’s inside an episode where they discuss romantic and couples love. Not in an episode where Cooper fricking asks Katie and Greg about their first I love you, and Greg talking about how it doesn’t matter when and where, as long as it’s the right time. Also, when Oliver didn’t want Cooper to say it to Charlotte, he said he couldn’t say it to Brie because he wasn’t “there” yet. In the end of the episode they say I love you to each other as they stare into each other’s eyes, and they said it so naturally it almost means something else to the viewers? OLIVER WAS YES THERE

Cooper wants to go to whatever school/college Oliver goes to. We never really see much (or anything, really) about Cooper’s interests or goals. He doesn’t want to go to a specific place for something HE wants to do. Almost as if Oliver is everything he wants to do (I said what I said). He doesn’t want to be a ballet dancer, but he’d still follow Oliver to a dance academy anyway. He doesn’t want to go to an Ivy League so he can have high credibility in his future career, he even said he’d be donating a library to whatever school Oliver goes to. Man, if Oliver ends up going to community college somehow, Cooper is going there, too. No doubt.

They haven’t had any meaningful romantic relationships with anyone, really. Gina has been by far the one he’s been the most serious about, and Cooper was a bit jealous about it. Things with Brie and Charlotte were kinda too casual, as if it weren’t going to mean much in the end. If you compare Brie and Oliver to Taylor and Trip, and Anna-Kat and Franklin, it’s not a very deep, lasting relationship. And here’s my favorite part: parallels. How many times have they paralleled the canon couples with Cooper and Oliver? It’s a LONG list. Also, Greg said that Gina was simply a girl in a series or failed relationships until he found “The one”. These girls are his failed relationships and Cooper is the one.

5x03 I MEAN, COME ON. there’s an episode called COUPLING, and they are ONE OF THOSE COUPLES. This is also the episode where they had their married couple fight and where they also made up in the most adorable way, and they want to gROW UP TOGETHER. Ugh, this is killing me honestly.

IN CONCLUSION: The only reason why I believe in the possibility that they might never be canon, is because American Housewife is a sitcom. That’s it. Other than that, the proof is in the pudding.

Anyway, thank you for reading some of my thoughts that keep me up at night.

Y’all, that scene on 5x01, where Cooper is having what he thought was his last meal with the Ottos, and Oliver looked beyond sad. After Cooper tells them that he’s grateful for letting him be a part of their family and that he loves all of them. Then Oliver and Cooper looked at each other, and with each “dude” they said, you could see the pain and the longing. There’s no other way to read that scene that two people who are in love saying their goodbyes. Then Cooper let out a big sigh and stared at Oliver with so much love and sadness. Y’all that look in Cooper’s eyes, like Oliver is the most precious thing in the world, just wow. I’m pretty sure all that was intentional, that scene was clearly ment to tell us that what those two are feeling for each other is more than just friendship, and it would be so frustrating if they don’t follow through what they started. (Now is my turn to let out a big sigh 😔).