Hello everyone! We are two girls HUGE fans of the series Icerde so we decided to write some one-shots, imagines and mini-shots to keep us entertained while waiting for the next episode. For those who don't know Icerde is a turkish adaptation on the movie Departed. English is not our first language, so please excuse us if there are any mistakes. We are open to any kind of criticism, good or bad, and we are also open to any short-story suggestions. Expect a lot of brotherly moments and fluff. Have an enjoyable read! Any reviews are welcome :)

What it looks like when the Yilmaz brothers argue:

Sarp: We are going to do this my way.

Mert: Your way? Do you know how stupid your plan actually sounds?

Sarp: We are doing this my way! Be a good little brother and listen to your older brother, Umut.

Mert: Are you serious? You are already pulling the older brother card? Ohoo, anything can happen these days.

Imagine if the Yilmaz brothers work together as cops. Sarp has been captured and is in big trouble. Mert comes to the rescue:

Mert (comes inside): PARTYYY! (shakes his head in a silly but funny way)

Sarp: Where were you?

Mert: You told me to come in from the back entrance.

Sarp: Doesn't matter… (somebody is holding a gun against his head) What are you still waiting for?

Mert: I don't know. I kind of find it hilarious seeing you like this.

Sarp: UMUT!

Mert: Okay, okay. Pff… what would you do without me, hm?

Sarp sends him with a death glare.

If the writers of the show don't give us a happy ending here is an alternative one:

2 years later:

All were gathered in the garden of Füsün's new house. The loud chatting of everyone sitting around a big wooden table was echoing across the whole street. Only one of them was standing a few meters aside of the laughing people and was currently grilling what he knew was his little brother's favorite dish. It was a very hot summer day and everybody was enjoying themselves.

On the far end of the table Melek was sitting. Her light clothes were revealing her small pregnant bump, which she was unconsciously softly stroking while listening to the story the man she considered her brother was telling. Every now and then she joined in the laughing. She briefly exchanged looks with the woman who sat next to her. It was her mother-in-law who she loved more than words could describe.

The man she used to know as Mert but now referred to only as Umut was sitting across from her. One of his hands was loosely wrapped around his girlfriend's shoulders, her dark hair falling down on his arm, and with his free other one he made hand gestures while telling yet another story, which made it even more engaging and funny. Only the man on the grill was just shaking his head while listening to his little brother but still wore a small amused smile on his face.

As Umut finished talking, Füsün's loud laugh floated through the air like a melody. Her whole face became red and even tears from joy fell down her cheeks. After the laughing died down a little bit the light haired brother turned to the man standing a couple meters behind him and smiled provokingly with a tingle of mischief in his eyes.

"Sarp, you hear that. That laugh was more than a proof that I am mum's favorite." He said smugly.

The older once again just shook his head but within a second had his laughing brother in a head-lock.

"Ah, is that so? You are mum's favorite? Just wait"

He immidiately started ruffling his hair. The younger man somehow managed to free himself from his brother's arms and playfully began wrestling with him.

The three women sitting on the table were all looking at them with smiles on their faces. Soon the two brothers were rolling on the ground both trying to get on top of each other. But then Sarp managed to get the upper hand. He mercilessly started tickling his brother. Umut's laugher echoed through the garden.

"Abi*, sto-op" he pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. He was laughing so hard that it took his breath away making talking normally impossible, "a-abi-i" but the tickling continued. So the younger one tried a new strategy:

"M-um, tell Sa-arp to stop."

The mother of the two didn't even try to hide the happiness the sight in front of her gave her even tough her younger son was restlessly trying to free himself. Then she started talking, the sound of her voice, bright and cheerful, stopping her oldest for a moment.

"Sarp, son, let go of your brother." Sarp eventually stopped tickling the man he had pinned on the ground and let him take a breath. Tears from joy were rolling down Umut's newly pinked cheeks. The moment Sarp loosend his grip, the younger one managed to free himself.

Umut ran away laughing laudly like a little kid.

"Hey, come here!" yelled Sarp and began chasing after him.

"Look at them! One of them is going to be a dad in a few months, the other one - an uncle, yet they still act like little kids" said Melek smiling. All women on the table chuckled warmly.

"No matter how much time goes by, some things never change. They always did that as children, remember aunt Füsün?" asked Eylem, shaking her head with a bright smile on her face, taking her aunt's hand in hers. Füsün watched her sons lovingly and sighed:

"They are still children," she then pointed to her heart "here inside."

Mert and Sarp during a crazy mission

Sarp: Take the next one right!

Mert: Left is shorter (turns left)

Sarp's eyes widen at the sight of an unending traffic jam. Looks at Mert extremelely annoyed.

Sarp: You call that shorter? Because of you we are going to lose those men!

Mert: Sarp, why do you have to be so pessimistic? Mr Mert can always find a solution even in dead-end situations.

Sharply swerves the car to the left side of the street where the cars are driving in the opposite direction.

Mert: WUHUUU!

Sarp clings to his seat and tries to calm his boiling blood.

Sarp: Lan**, are you completely crazy? Drive slower!

Mert (fakes being sad): Oh, come on, abii. It doesn't matter what I do, you always complain.

Watches Sarp with wide puppy dog's eyes

Sarp (thinking): This cute little bastard!

(says to Mert): Okay, okay. But if you cause an accident I will hit you.

*abi - big brother in Turkish

**lan - man, dude in Turkish