#i hope tuesday has been kind to you lovie!!

[inkykeiji]

Do u think Touya is the kind of guy who would watch a horror movie, and upon realizing he's not sure whether the methods shown would work in real life, would go and try it out?

Like, I imagine him all cuddled up with baby sis when he abruptly has to leave, coming back hours later with a few suspicious stains and a metallic-y smell. And reader is just like.. oh! That happened! Everything is fine.

oh ONE HUNDRED PERCENT anon, one hundred million billion percent he is. sometimes he’ll even claim he’s watching these films to ‘get ideas’, but that’s really just him being a fuckhead. 90% of the time he can tell you, in excruciating detail, whether or not something in a horror movie would be possible in real life—but that other 10% of the time where he’s not entirely sure??? you can bet your ass he’s out there testing the method, just to see if it works. likes to call them his ‘experiments’, a word which makes his entire team groan with exasperation and disgust any time it’s uttered, because they know they’re in for a looong night of helping touya perform ‘experimental torture’ on whatever poor soul is their victim. as long as we get the information we need, who fucking cares about the technique? is what touya says, any time any one of them tries to voice their distaste. any further complaints earn them a bullet in the foot :)

[blueberrylemontea-fanfic]

Coming out

Okay so I read this super cute fic and I really liked the concept of Steve’s sister coming out to him so I wrote this. I rewrote Robin’s gorgeous Tammy Thompson story to fit this perspective, hope you like it!

Summary: Reader is Steve’s sister and she’s scared of telling him she’s into girls. 

Word count: 1842

It had been years of incessant teasing.

Every time Steve had paraded a new girl around, he'd ask when he'd finally have to fend of a guy you were trying to sneak in.

And didn't you have a boyfriend yet?

And wasn't there at least one guy you kind of had a crush on?

And you know he'd kick every guy's ass that treated you poorly, right?

You knew it was only partially teasing anymore.

Partially, it was actual curiosity because you were eighteen now, and you were cute, and you were a Harrington so you were at least somewhat popular and still there hadn't been as much as one boyfriend.

Not even something casual or a crush or anything.

There had been one date back in 9th grade, which had not been a success and which had never been repeated.

It wasn't so much the teasing that bugged you.

Sure, it was annoying as all hell, but you're brother was always annoying as all hell.

It was the gnawing feeling you got at the pit of your stomach every time he teased you about guys.

Because you knew you were never going to get him to stop. You were never going to meet those expectations, were always going to let him down.

Because you knew you were never going to bring home a guy.

You hadn't told anyone yet, not even Steve.

You wanted to tell him, really, but nothing would ever be the same again. You didn't know if he would be okay with it.

You'd heard him say some awful things so casually...

You knew he'd changed since he left school, but what if he still couldn't accept this?

You couldn't bare to lose him too, he was basically all you had. Your parents had never been around much and Steve was the one person who had always been there for you.

You didn't know if you could take another person you loved thinking of you as a disappointment.

Just because you hadn't told anyone yet, didn't mean no one knew though.

You still didn't know how he'd figured it out, but he had. And he was the absolute last person you'd ever thought would not give you shit about it.

But as it turns out, Billy Hargrove's gaydar was on point.

He'd just sauntered up to you one day and you were sure he was going to sling some cheesy line your way to try and get in your pants but you could not have been more wrong.

"You know she's a lot more into your brother than you, right?"

He said it as casually you'd think he'd commented on the weather, but you felt the floor fall away under your feet.

You couldn't breath.

You felt like you were drowning, the pressure in your chest impossibly tight.

You had been so careful and now Billy fucking Hargrove knew your deepest, darkest secret.

You knew you were gawking at him like a fish out of water but you couldn't seem to stop. "W-what the hell are you talking about?"

Your heart was pounding too fast.

"Thompson"

You were going to throw up.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Pathetic. You didn't even buy that yourself. And by the look on Billy's face, neither did he.

"I'm talking about the fact that Tammy Thompson has no interest in you because she's too busy staring at your brother's dumbass hair"

"Holy shit"

You could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate

"Holy shit. Holy fucking shit"

"Hey, moron, chill out"

The insult helped, it was distracting.

"M' not gonna tell anyone. Just thought I'd let you know she's not interested so maybe stop staring at her with those big googly before someone else catches on"

You felt like someone had lifted a crushing weight off of your chest. You didn't think you had ever felt that relieved in your life.

"Why?"

Billy just shrugged and sauntered off "Later, moron"

Billy and you had kind of become friends after that. Turns out, he was such a shithead all of the times because his dad was a total piece of shit.

A very homophobic piece of shit.

A very homophobic piece of shit who happened to have a very gay son.

Yeah, who would've thought.

Steve had grilled you about Hargrove about a dozen times now, because why the fuck were you hanging out with him anyway when he was a total piece of shit and didn't you know he had beat the crap out of him?

And he knew he'd pestered you about guys before but when he said go get a boyfriend he certainly hadn't meant Hargrove and didn't you know he was only ever trying to get into girls' pants anyways?

If only he knew.

If only Steve knew that Billy had a massive crush on him, not her...

It was Billy who had told you Steve would be fine with it, that he knew what unaccepting looked like and Steve wasn't it, because it was clear as day that Steve loved you, and that wasn't going to go away.

It gave you hope. You really did want to tell him.

So here you were now, waiting for Steve to come home from work, dinner already waiting for him.

You heard the car pull up and felt that sinking feeling in your gut again.

Come on, Y/n, toughen up. You can do this.

He burst through the door and threw himself down on the couch. "I am spent" He shot back up almost immediately though, looking back at you.

Steve Harrington, ladies and gentlemen, the guy couldn't sit still if his life depended on it.

"Oh my god, you made dinner? You are so awesome" He hopped over the couch and put the giant plate of food you'd set out for him in the microwave.

"So what'd you do today, other than cook of course"

He gave you a quick hug, but you pulled him back a little longer.

Steve had always been a big hugger.

Your parents never showed either of you any affection, so Steve had made sure to give you plenty of it so you wouldn't feel like you were missing out.

You wondered if he still would after you told him.

He got his food out of the microwave and the two of you settled on the couch. Steve eating at the coffee table like your parents specifically told you not to, but which you did nearly every day anyway.

"Y'know, just hung out with Billy"

Steve rolled his eyes, he still didn't get it. "I'm telling you, Hargrove is just trying to get in your pants"

Not this again.

"Why else would he be hanging out with you?"

Auwtch.

"I don't know Steve, maybe because I'm a nice person?"

He paused, his fork still halfway between his plate and his mouth. "I didn't mean it like that. Of course you're a nice person, Y/n. You're the best person. I just don't trust him, okay? But hey, I'll give him credit if he's really caught on to how awesome you are"

He tucked back into his food, a sly grin spreading on his face. "So..."

You knew that so

"if you're not seeing Hargrove..."

You hated that so

"seeing some other cute guy then?"

You felt like crying.

"No."

You were crying.

Fuck.

Steve dropped his fork immediately and wiped away some of the tears on your cheek "Hey hey hey, what's wrong? What happened?"

You let out a long, shaky breath. "I've got to tell you something, and it's important and I'm scared"

You couldn't look him in the eye.

"You can tell me anything, Y/n. Just tell me, you're freaking me out a little, is everything okay?"

"Do you remember click's class?"

"What?"

"Click's class, you know, the history teacher with her clickity heals? First period on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Remember, I was always so pissed off at you after those classes and you thought it was because you always made us late and she blamed it on me, which makes no sense because I didn't even have my license yet so obviously you drove us there, but she thought you were brilliant even though you asked stupid questions and got bagel crumbs all over the floor?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it wasn't because of that"

"Okay?"

"It was because she wouldn't stop looking at you"

"Mrs. Click?"

"Tammy Thompson.

I wanted her to look at me.

But she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair.

She was in love with you, and I didn't understand because she didn't even know you and you treated her like a douchebag and you didn't even like her.

But every class, there she was staring at you like you'd hung the moon and I wanted her to look at me that way, just once. But she never did.

And every day I would go home and I would just scream into my pillow and you thought maybe it was because I was in love with Billy, but it wasn't"

"But Tammy Thompson's a girl"

You were looking at those eyebrows knitted closely together, the confusion etched in every line on his face. You were fighting back your tears, because Steve didn't get it, but he would soon and this could all be it.

This could be the last moment your brother loved you.

"Steve..."

You saw it.

You saw it dawn on his face when he finally realized what you were saying.

Saw his brows unfurrow and his mouth fall open into a perfectly round 'o'.

"Oh"

"Oh."

"Holy shit"

"Yeah. Holy shit."

Steve leant back into the couch, his face completely unreadable.

You bit down on your teeth, blinking the tears away rapidly. You were going to be sick.

"You could do better"

What?

"I mean, yeah, Tammy Thompson, you know, she's cute and all, but, I mean, she's a total dud"

"What?"

"I'm serious, she wants to be like, a singer? The girl sounds like a Muppet giving birth, for Christ's sake"

You choked out a chuckle. How was this what he was thinking about?

"Well, I know she's a dud now, that was not my point"

"Good, cause if you two were dating and I'd have to listen to her all the time I would lose my fucking mind"

"Steve!"

You were still holding back tears, but you were smiling too. A confused, completely exasperated smile, because your brother was a goddamn weirdo, but he was such a wonderful weirdo, and he drove you insane, and you loved him so much.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing the top of your head "I love you"

And you cried.

You cried and you laughed and you hugged Steve so tight he couldn't breathe.

And Steve didn't get why you were crying, because how could you think he was even capable of not loving you?

And you didn't answer because it didn't matter, because Steve was right here, and you were happy.

[nnegan13]

hello my good dudes I am here to offer a one shot for y’all 

prompt: “one of them a bit tipsy and the other one just loving and enjoying it and teasing, basically fluff”

it got away from me so fast tho haha 

bit of an AU, they met in college and are friends and not enemies and Eva is still Edo’s cousin bc I can’t help myself 

if this had a title it’d be called: edo rambles about how much he loves ele 

enjoy lovies! read on ao3 here

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“Ele,” Edo mumbles, thumbing at the top of his bottle and Fede looks over at him, brows raised. He has to tell Ele something, he knows this and not much else. Fede would know where to find her, right? Right? “Ele, Fede where’s Ele?” 

“What the fuck are you on right now?” Fede asks, shrugging Edo’s hand off his shoulder. “She’s not here, said she wasn’t coming, remember?” 

“Ah, really?” He asks, frowning. Surprised that he doesn’t remember something Ele told him, Edo thinks back over the past few days. Monday, he hadn’t seen her, which was the worst, but Tuesday she came to their study group and sat next to him and leaned over to write something on his notebook and he couldn’t think of anything but the way her hair smelled for the rest of the session. Wednesday, again, he failed to see her, but she did text him for over an hour that night. Thursday, Eva made him take them to lunch, Ele pressed her foot into the side of his leg, and he could barely concentrate on the conversation. Friday, he’d seen her with Stephan, her friend from that study program in England she’d done in high school and that, that was when she told him she wouldn’t be coming tonight. Plans with Stephan while he was still in town, or something. Who was he kidding? There wasn’t an or something, he remembers practically every word that she’s ever spoken in his presence, at least when he’s sober enough. “Fuck, I don’t—God, I forgot.” 

“Maybe you should stop drinking every time you see her, man.” Fede tips his own bottle to his mouth. “Or, every time you see her and she’s with another guy.” 

Edo shoves him. “I hate you sometimes.” 

“Only when I’m right.” Fede gestures to the crowd of people filling up their apartment, dancing to the music pounding through the room, or drinking, or talking in dark corners. His eyes catch Eva pulling Gio by his tie down the hallway toward the bedrooms that’s strictly off limits during parties and takes a long swallow from his bottle. His cousin is likely going to go do it on his bed. God, sometimes his life is fucked. “Go find a girl and get your mind off her.” 

“Fede, I don’t think you understand,” Edo says, mind whirring. His cousin is going to go fuck one of his friends, the girl he thinks might be the love of his life is currently on a date with a man she only sees once a year, and he’s drinking the shittiest beer he thinks Chicco has ever brought to him. Nothing makes sense, but the buzz is nice and he takes another swig. 

What is he saying? Something, something about Ele, Eleonora, the most beautiful woman in the entire world. “She’s so—so—”

Behind him, a soft voice he would know anywhere interrupts, “So what?” 

Ele stands at his shoulder, eyebrows raised, and watches him make a fool of himself turning around. Good, she’s here; he can tell her what he needs to tell her, now, once he remembers what it is. “Ele!” 

“Hi,” She chuckles and his eyes catch on her smile. “You look like you’re having fun.” 

“Only ‘cause you’re here.” That’s close to what he wants to say, right? Almost, almost, that damn smile is too distracting. The blue lights hung in the windows cast a glow across her face and she looks like a fucking angel. 

There. That’s closer. 

She shakes her head at him and peeks over at Fede, watching them with thinly veiled amusement. “How much have you let him drink?” 

“He was very distraught earlier when he remembered that you said you weren’t coming,” Fede reports and Edo frowns, but catches the flicker of Ele’s eyes back to his face. His lips part, he doesn’t want Ele knowing he forgot something she told him. Or Fede answering any questions about him, the fucking liar. “Chicco was with him first.” 

He lists to the side a little and Ele’s hand catches his chest. His mouth is very, very dry. “You let him start off with Chicco? Fede!” 

“It’s probably for the best,” Edo interjects, drawing her eyes back to his. They’re wide, green, and shining in the blue light around them, and he momentarily forgets how to speak, as per fucking usual around her. “Hopefully I drank enough to forget that Eva took Gio back to fuck in my bed.” 

And the filter, that’s broken, too. 

Ele, though, smiles and shakes her head again before slipping the bottle from his hand and setting it on the counter behind him. She nods into the kitchen. “C’mon, let’s get something else to drink.” 

The fucking, the fucking Sanpellegrino, he has to tell her about the Sanpellegrino. He follows after her, stumbling only on the first step. She looks over her shoulder at him, placing a hand on his arm. He might combust. “Careful.” 

In the kitchen, he spots Marti standing with Nico next to the fridge and calls across the room, Ele fisting her hand in his shirt. “Marti, hey, in the fridge, two of the Sanpellegrino.” 

Marti manages to open the fridge amidst the mass of bodies crowded in the kitchen and ducks to look inside. “Ah, orange or pomegranate?” 

Edo looks over at Ele, raising an eyebrow, and she smiles a little smile at him. Again, he almost forgets how to speak. “Which would you like?” 

“Pomegranate, Marti, please,” she says, turning to address him and grab the cans he slides across the island counter, and Edo bites his lip when she looks back at him. So damn beautiful. She holds a can out to him, eyebrows raising. “Sanpellegrino?” 

He shrugs and leans his hip into the counter, opening the can in his hands before trading her. “Last time you came you didn’t drink anything and I wanted to make sure there was something if you decided to come again.” 

There’s that fucking smile again. “Then how’d you know my favorites?” 

“Ah,” he ducks his head. “Eva told me.” 

“Of course she did.” She doesn’t sound mad, she sounds pleased, actually, and he dares to look up. Her eyes are turned away and she sips at her drink, gaze darting around the party, and he registers a few things: her hand is still gripping his shirt and he succeeded in telling her about the Sanpellegrino. Only one thing to go, if he can fucking remember what it is. 

“What made you change your mind?” 

“Hm?” Ele peeks over at him, red, red lips curving, and he stares at them for only a moment before fixing his eyes back on hers. 

“About coming to the party.” 

“Oh.” She looks back into the crowd and the blush that spreads on her cheeks is promising. He tells his hopes to stay firmly where they are and bites his lip, leaning a little closer to hear her better, and catches a whiff of her hair, just as distracting as before. “Ah, Stephan’s flight left earlier than I thought it would, and I figured I could stop by.” 

“Very nice of you.” 

She smiles, wry, and, fuck, she’s so gorgeous. “Thank you.” 

That’s it, that’s what he needs to tell her, if she doesn’t already know. God, how embarrassing would it be if she already knows he thinks she’s beautiful? Edo swallows and prays he isn’t invading her space too much. “Ele, I need to tell you something.” 

“Okay.” Her mouth forms the word carefully, and he has to force himself to look back at her eyes. Her big, amazing eyes. Hopefully, she doesn’t notice when his breath catches in his chest. “Tell me.” 

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I think,” he says and tries not to let his eyes widen too much as her hand pulls at his shirt a little more and her lips part and just the center of her brow raises, face opening. Fuck. Fuck, he’s so gone. “So fucking beautiful.” 

“Edo—” Not Edoardo, Edo. He can’t stop the smile forming on his face. 

“Hey, man.” Chicco claps him on the shoulder, startling him and Ele, and he tries not to get too annoyed. “Dina’s outside, complaining, and you know she likes you best.” 

“Chicco, really?” 

Chicco rolls his eyes. “Dude, she’s gonna call the cops if you don’t go charm her.” 

Edo really doesn’t want to, he’d much rather stay put and listen to whatever Ele was going to say, but Chicco starts pulling him out of the kitchen and he doesn’t have the best control of his body, at the moment, and winds up standing in the open doorway. Dina, their tiny little landlady, stands with her arms folded across her chest and he hopes with his whole soul that she’s feeling kind tonight. “Dina.” 

“Edo.” She’s frowning. This is not a good start. “What have I told you boys about the music?” 

The music that’s still currently playing just inside the apartment. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but Dina’s furious gaze slides from his face to something next to him and turns immediately into something more pleasant. A small hand touches his back. “Now, who’s this?” 

He looks over his shoulder. Ele. Fuck. “Did you get a girlfriend and not tell me about her, Edoardo?” 

He panics for a moment, but Ele, amazing, fantastic, wonderful Ele, pulls his arm up around her shoulders and slides her arm around his waist. Forget combusting because she touched his chest, he might actually implode, now. Her body is so, so warm against his, even in the heat of the party, and she gives him a practiced smile before looking at Dina. “Yeah, we’ve only been dating for a little while, though. I’m Eleonora.” 

“Ondina.” Dina is smiling now, and reaches out to clasp Ele’s cheeks and plant kisses on them. “Ah, a girlfriend, just what Edo needs.” She reaches for his face, now, and he stoops so she can press a kiss there. “Oh, very good, very good.” 

Dina, so happy at the recent turn of events, toddles away with a sweet goodbye, leaving Edo standing in the open doorway, Ele still pressed into his side. “Fuck, thank you.” 

She steps back, leaning against the doorframe, and he mimics her. “Not a problem.” 

“Seriously, you saved my ass.” 

A wide, teasing grin cracks on her face and his heart spasms. God, she’s incredible. “Anything for the guy who thinks I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.” 

His own smile slips onto his mouth and he looks away. “Fuck.” 

“What, did you not mean it?” She asks, still amused, and her tone alone draws his eyes back to her face. “You’re drunk?” 

He bites his lip. “No, no, I mean it.” 

This smile kills him. “Good.” 

[ictvibe]

HOW TO DO TABLE ROWS AGAIN?

June 21 - 25, 2021 (Week 36)

Dobrý den všem! In English, good day everyone! That’s Czech, if you guys asked. Ever since I watched this Chinese movie entitled Somewhere Only We Know, I’ve been wanting to go there or to live there! I don’t know what’s in Czech Republic that captured my attention, but one thing is for sure, I’ll go there once everything is back to normal and I have the money for my expenses!

How about you guys, where is that one place or country that you like to visit the most? And what movie or series influenced you most when it comes to picking places that you like to visit someday?

Speaking of places, wanna go to any place but here with me? Why? Oh well, hands-on quiz plus my stupidity happened so I wanna get out of here to avoid the embarrassment hehe. Wanna know what happened? Well of we go lovies!

So for starters, Sir Peralta messaged us around Sunday morning saying that we will be having our hands-on quiz this week and we should prepare for it because it will be about nested for loop. Imagine waking up to a message like that, the horror! Another horror is that, NESTED FOR LOOP?!?! How in the world would I do that? As far as I can remember, our last activity for nested for loop was during our week week 33! Or is it? I don’t know! But one thing is for sure, I had a hard time explaining nested for loop to you guys because it was indeed hard!

Time skip, Tuesday morning during our ESP class, Sir Peralta sent the file to us in our group chat. As always, I’ll download the file and if I’ll open it, it has a password so we can’t peek what’s inside it. It didn’t bother me much though. Wasn’t nervous or what because I’m already expecting the worst so my ego wouldn’t be bruised if I get a low score HAHA!

So for the output, we need to use for loop to create a webpage that will display a right triangle of the symbol “@” in a one column table. The program should prompt for the number of rows followed by a confirm box asking if are you sure you want to enter the number that you have inputted on the prompt box. Only numbers 1-5 are valid so if you input a value lower or greater than those numbers, an alert box will pop up saying “Invalid value” and will make the program loop back from the top, displaying the prompt box again.

After the display of output, the program will ask again using a prompt if you want to continue. If you answered “yes,” it will bring you back to the top of the program. But if you answered differently, the program will end. The number of rows specified and displayed should be equal to the number of @ symbols displayed at the base or bottom row. 

Quite confusing and hard you say, well of course it is! If you didn’t quite get the problem, you can refer to the flowchart beside the paragraph. And if you are wondering if what kind of table will the out be, well then try hovering the lemon eye on the upper part of the flowchart!

Now, time for reflection and learnings (if you can even call this learning) upon coding the said output! This will also include some stupid realizations so beware!

For starters, here is my code and the output iit came out with. Proper disappointing and quite funny, isn’t it? Well, what can I say, I’m not proper good with this kind of stuff HAHA! And take note, the number I input was 5 but ugh look at my output, it only displays 4 rows! Also, those ain’t even rows, they are table data! 

I was actually gonna send Sir Peralta an output that doesn’t show the table but he gave u 10 minutes more to finish our codes so I fixed mine. It wasn’t perfectly fixed but at least a table was showing when I input a number. 

for (var row=0; row < numrow; row++){ for (var col=0; col < row; col++){

for (var row=1; row <=numrow; row++){  for (var col=1; col<=row; col++){

 When I tried fixing my code after our quiz, I played with my codes in hopes of perfectly fixing it this time. But to no avail, that was the only thing I had the chance to fixed. So as you can see, in the code that I sent to Sir Peralta, I set the row and column into 0 but in my semi-fixed code, I set them to 1 as their initial value. Also, notice I changed it to   row <=numrow  and col<=row instead of  row < numrow  and col < row because having this  row < numrow and  col < row as my condition then, the displayed output wouldn’t be the same of the number I inputted in the prompt.

Like, when I input 5, the output will only display 4 because 5<5 is false. So if I used 5<=5 then, the condition was met and will display a complete one! Easy, aye? 

Also, how to do table rows again? Why is my table like that? That is just a table data having a line break! I don’t know the right code for the table structure part and it is frustrating the hell out of me! If you do know how, comment it down below! I would love to learn how!

I am actually waiting for Sir Peralta to send the right code so I would know the proper codes so I could share it to you guys too. Also, I acquired a score of 55 out of 75, not bad, right? But I am still hoping that there would be a take two because maybe, my scores would improve.

I guess that would be all for today, huh? Hope you learned something new today and see you guys next week! Thank you for reading my blog~!

[evakfanficsrecs]

Hellooo!! Any new hurt/comfort one shots or fics? Also, could you maybe link me to cuteandtwisted's ao3, if that's not too much of a trouble. Thank so much lovie ❤️

Hello, lovely!

Okay, just a little heads up… I haven’t done an updated list of my favorite Hurt/Comfort fics for a while so this is most likely going to get pretty long. Hope you don’t mind!

Sweet Boys Shouldn’t Drink Hard Liquor by wordsarelifealwaysSummary: Isak’s mother is spiralling again and the texts are getting to Isak. Unfortunately, Even only finds out when Jonas calls him to tell him that Isak got really drunk and had a meltdown. Even looks after Isak at arguably his lowest point since he moved out of the Valtersen household. 

Things Look Different in the Morning by allyasavedtheday Summary: “So,” he says, drawing the word out. “I told Even he could stay here.”Isak blinks, convinced he’s misheard. “Eskild,” he says flatly. “We don’t have a spare room.” Eskild straightens his back, expression turning sheepish. “That’s the other part…I was thinking he could stay in your room?” * In which Even needs a place to stay, kollektivet gains a new roommate, and Isak just really wants to sleep.

love and healing by evenbakkasSummary: Isak is angry. He’s fucking pissed, and he’s suddenly seeing red, because his ex fucking took his heart and stomped on it until it was left in pieces, and he doesn’t get to do this to Isak after all the shit he’s pulled. So, before the guy can answer, Isak smiles curtly and says, “He’s my boyfriend.” Or: A Fake dating!AU where Isak goes grocery shopping and meets an attractive stranger in a jean jacket who ends up leaving as his fake boyfriend. 

stay a minute by grinsekaetzchenSummary: “The leads of Even Bech Næsheim’s new ‘Romeo and Juliet’ adaption were announced yesterday, with Eva Kviig Mohn taking to Twitter to confirm, ‘Looking forward to playing Julieeeeet’. Her fellow Romeo was announced shortly after to be Isak Valtersen, which his publicist confirmed today. It seems that this will be Norway’s new star-crossed pair of lovers.“In which there is a tumblr fandom that is dying every time new information for said version of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ drops, Even is a beloved director and Isak - well, Isak would just really appreciate it if his mind would stop surprising him with memories at the worst moments possible. 

Spaces Between Us by allyasavedthedaySummary: Isak cuddles into him, nosing at Even’s cheek and leaning their temples together. “I think they miss you.” “Really?” he whispers, hardly daring to hope. Isak nods against him. “They asked if you’d want to see them again.” “What did you say?” “I said it’s up to you.” * A fix-it fic for Even’s storyline in season 4.

Wishing For a Black Hole by wordsarelifealwaysSummary: Isak’s been very stressed and his stimming has left his leg sore and bruised. Even looks after his boy.

I Watched the Lanterns Tilt by KaylajojoSummary: Isak spends too much time crying while sitting on the floor and being upset. Even brings color back into his life and makes him feel less alone. All the while Isak also makes Even feel less alone. Through the change of the seasons they make it work. Isak doesn’t meet Even until University.

torches (life’s too short) by xxLeviBechSummary: A canon divergence AU in which Isak’s childhood is exponentially more severe – where he can’t remember coming to school without bruises, a bottle of hand-sanitizer, and long sleeves. It’s fine, he’s fine. It wasn’t for his friends, though; and that’s how he wound up here, in a fold-up chair every Tuesday and Friday, talking about his experiences with other post-secondary kids diagnosed with some kind of PTSD. It’s also where meets a guy whose name starts with the same letters as everything, because that’s… exactly what he is.

lay it down slow by milk_o_vichSummary: Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even looks so small like this. A.k.a. a little snapshot of Isak taking care of Even during a depressive episode.

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