#waking up at 2am to yearn for a bit and now i going back to sleep

[napping-sapphic]

tbh we need to buy matching stuffed animals to send each other pictures of whenever we are apart

[stingslikeabee]

He sits close, eyes on her - hands surprisingly kept to himself. Though they've spent so many nights together now, they'd not yet been intimate. Perhaps they one day would or shit, maybe never. Maybe their closeness only exists in the nights he'd gone home alone.

Tension swells regardless; the agent so near her, she'd surely feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks. The booth suddenly so hot now that it's only them, a bottle of a fine wine and solemn words to go. ❝ people come to me, but in the end they always leave. ❞ he speaks truth but he doesn't speak the part he truly wishes to whisper - a beg and a plead that she'd not be one of them.

((It's 2am I wake up to send this then go back sleep 😴))

Murakami prompts . accepting

For a place so lively during regular business hours, it was always a jarring experience to remain behind after doors were closed to the general public and experience the surprising silence of a room generally filled with laughter, clinking silverware and the sound of champagne flutes making toasts. Melissa did not formally own the place - she shouldn’t be there, but then again, neither should Chris.

The fact that these one-on-one meetings without any additional witnesses were not infrequent was a sign pointing towards something out of the ordinary. Chris Redfield was no customer of hers - no girl was ever taken on a date or to a private room, and yet he happened to be a familiar face around the place that served as a front for her network. But people did not know the reason he kept returning - Dario and the other employees just assumed it was a bad crush on the surrogate mother of all the younger ones; what they failed to understand was why Melissa tolerated it.

Her policy had always been to direct the clientele to her own ‘flowers’ - otherwise there would be no business; she didn’t get paid to listen to him and make his life a little bit less miserable. But it was too late now - the modern-day madame had been roped into whatever secret agenda he had. Melissa had been meaning to follow him, track Chris and find out what he did for a living when he wasn’t looking so upset, full of regret and incredibly kissable.

But if he hadn’t yet worked up the courage to return any of her touches - then she hadn’t yet decided to see for herself what he was about. Just as Chris was afraid of some illusion shattering, the same was true for the brunette. She had never been the kind to have lasting, genuine bonds - how could she, when she kept her own name hidden, her living address undisclosed and put such a fabricated persona forth every night?

(Then why did it feel like Chris saw through it all - and still did not feel repulsed or tempted to go away?)

His words were shared by Melissa - the former escort could have said it all herself. Honestly, as much as she had enjoyed her time on active duty (and still thought her current self-employment a necessity to society as a whole), she had never been much more than a glorified honey trap. She seduced, enticed and played with men (and the very rare, occasional women) until she pushed them away and back into their lives - she was never to be a permanent fixture for anyone; just a regular comfort for a period of time.

“It feels like a perverse cycle, doesn’t it?” she countered - and there was no artificial smile, no mischievous twinkle in her eye; all the masks were off for a little while, and even if Chris had no idea, he was speaking to the woman behind the act - the original flower instead of the gardener. “To so desperately yearn for connection and yet push anyone else who gets too close away. I hate that,” she finally said it, words burning on her tongue as if they were poisonous - but they were just, really, the bitter truth.

There were no further words - but only because the brunette couldn’t trust herself to speak anymore; these realizations were heavy, and the burden on her shoulders felt oppressive. There was a way out of it all, of course - to demolish the walls; to admit to certain feelings. But it required a courage that, perhaps for the one fueled by the wine, she didn’t yet possess.

So instead Melissa did something different - a hand reached out to the agent, covering his with hers and letting the warmth of their skin mingle. At some point he turned his palm skywards, and the digits interlocked more firmly - all the while silence reigned around them, but their eyes could speak volumes in how their gazes seemed unable to drift apart from one another.

His silent plea hadn’t gone unnoticed - she didn’t want to go away; she had, in fact, been doing everything in her power to ignore the red flags and to believe there was no need to pull back and severe that tie. Melissa was clinging to Chris as if he was a rock and she had been drowning - she wasn’t ready to give up and fully sink to the bottom of the lonely pit she had been living in.

She couldn’t bear it - not the notion of Chris leaving.

[carpsurprise]

OKAY NOT TRYING TO MAKE THE FAVORITISM OBVIOUS BUT 😫😫😫 EXPAND ON THAT CUDDLE IMAGINE WITH SAM PLEASE!!!!

GOD THIS WAS SENT IN MINUTES AFTER I POSTED THAT I FELT THE URGENCY MYSELF... I CANNOT BLAME U... but did i write this at 2am?? yes?? is this v self indulgent?? it’s... hard to say.... i’m Yearning but thank u for the sam request i was running laps in my head wanting to write for him

Sam’s nose scrunched, his eyes slowly blinking themselves awake to adjust to the low light in the room. His cheap curtains had let a little sun peak through. It wasn’t too bright out yet, though, maybe it was around the time the sun rises. It didn’t matter to Sam what time it was, the feeling of weight pressed to his ribs and back had pulled him from his initial morning thoughts. What time he needed to be at work was pushed to the back of his head.

His fingers lightly rubbed at the nape of the farmer’s neck. Their hair was soft, despite all the grit of farmwork. They breathed peacefully, rhythmically, against his chest. Every couple seconds he’d feel a small puff of air push against him, timed with the feeling of their chest rising and falling in his arms. Even with the farmer’s relaxed state of sleep, their grip around Sam’s torso was like iron, resistant and unbreakable. Their farm work was paying off, undoubtedly.

Like the farmer, his arms are also wrapped around them, their legs snaked together lazily in a desperate attempt to just be near one another. His strength is nowhere surmountable to the farmer’s, he had even suspected he might be putting on a little weight from the relationship— healthy relationship gain, from what Emily had told him at the saloon—  but even so, he had tried his damndest to keep the farmer pressed up to him all night.

Was he running the risk of waking the farmer up by pressing them to him even closer than before? He wasn’t sure. Sam shimmied himself down a tad, moving his arm to hook around the farmer’s shoulder to press their head closer to his body. His legs began to move, little movements and nothing sudden, staying conscious of not wanting to wake the farmer. Even if his attempt to get the farmer closer was destined to fail, there was no use in not trying. The warmth the two shared under the blankets was too comforting not to. 

It sounded like his mother was up and walking around. His hand had cradled the back of the farmer’s head, pressing the farmer’s forehead to his chest in an attempt to shield the farmer from the outside world. Sam was far past the point of falling back asleep, too focused on keeping the farmer sheltered from anything of the waking world. He pressed a kiss to the top of the farmer’s head. 

After listening to the cycle of their breathing, how it had timed itself perfectly, he began to hum lightly. His fingers moved up and down the farmer’s back, careful of not hitting a spot he knew was ticklish, but just barely tracing ghosts of shapes and words of adoration into the farmer’s skin. His eyes had started to go out of focus, losing all worldly self and beginning to space out while lazily running his fingers up and down the farmer’s side. His humming had persisted, unconsciously becoming just a bit louder in his haze.

The farmer stirred, bringing him out of his trance-like state. Just as he had began to think about them, they had moved slightly, gripping the back of his shirt into their fist. He looked back down at them, their furrowed eyebrows and the puff of air they let out of their nose. Sam hushed them lightly, bringing his hands back up to twirl their hair around before mumbling.

“Back to bed, ‘s fine.”

He had suppressed his chuckles at their response: a low grunt, accompanied by another strong sigh of air through their nose. The farmer pressed their body flush to his, straightening out their legs, along with Sam’s by association. Instead of their tangled mess, they had now laid straight against each other, warm skin against warm skin. Sam had kept his arms locked around the farmer, as the farmer had kept their arms locked around him. Upon realizing he had stopped humming after his first words of the morning, Sam resumed his low hums and wandering hands, rubbing slow circles into each muscle the farmer had complained about the night before.

[bbugyu]

good in bed + yoon jeonghan

between your long hours at the law firm and jeonghan's comeback coming up, time alone was hard to come by.

wc.3836 | smut, fluff, canon compliant, filthy language, too much laughing, gender neutral reader (but they do have a vagina), accidental domestication, an insane amount of praising and loving, the most vanilla smut i've ever written

i had every intention of writing a fic for every member before i started repeating and then jeonghan has been really mean to me this era and i was listening to dua lipa and wrote this entire thing in one go at like 2am a couple nights ago and now i have to post it

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as someone who was lucky enough to have exclusive fucking rights to yoon jeonghan, you had learned that spontanaity was an absolute must. you were both extremely busy people, and sometimes making time to see each other was more difficult than you thought it should be. it didn't help that you couldn't meet in public - what with jeonghan's career - so days spent alone together were fewer and farther between, especially with his team gearing up for comeback promotions. recently, the most time you had spent with your boyfriend was the short while you spent video chatting when he got home from practice, usually around when you were waking up to head to work. 

so when you got a kakao message from jeonghan saying he was downstairs, you were quick to buzz him up to your floor, even if he knew the code to let himself in.

you had already settled in for the night, wearing a white tee with printing on the back - one of the many shirts he had abandoned at your home - and a pair of sleep shorts. you grabbed the pint of ice cream you had been snacking on and tossed it in the freezer before you went to the front door where your boyfriend has already punched in your door code.

his smile was immediate, an arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into a quick peck on your cheek. "hi, baby."

you giggled when he pulled away. "hello, darling. to what do i owe the pleasure?"

"got out of practice early" jeonghan said, shuffling off his shoes and stepping into his designated slippers, tossing the duffel bag with his practice clothes to the side. "i convinced younghwan that i can get to the company on my own tomorrow."

"you have practice tomorrow? it's saturday."

jeonghan sighed, a smile dancing on his lips, running his fingers through your hair briefly. "fitting. 2pm. how was work?"

"fine," you said as you led him into your living area, thinking about how long it had been since the two of you had gotten to spend a whole evening and morning together. you meandered into the kitchen as you spoke about the intern you had taken on as a favor to a friend of yours. "have you eaten? do you want something?"

"i ate," he said, reaching an arm out to pull you towards him. he backed himself against a counter, smiling at you as you leaned into his chest. "you look particularly lovely today."

you huffed, batting at his chest. "shut up."

"you do!" he laughed, eyes big as he tried to convince you that his favorite version of you was the one that had already washed your face and was lounging in his clothes. you rolled your eyes and told him he just hadn't seen you much recently, but he countered by saying he looked at pictures of you every day, sighing at his phone, annoying all the members by saying how pretty you were and how much he missed you. you laughed at his tale of yearning, fully ready to call him a lying idiot.

then he kissed you, and you no longer remembered what you had talked about or if it was important, because jeonghan's lips were on yours and they demanded your full attention.

"mm, sweet," he teased, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

you giggled. "strawberry ice cream."

"good choice," he muttered, lips pressing against yours again. and much like the ice cream, you melted against him, heat rising in your chest when his hands worked their way down your hips and squeezed at your ass. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as you nipped at his lower lip, sparking a low groan.

"okay, we're going now." you giggled at jeonghan's announcement as he squeezed a palm against your butt once more before grabbing your hand and leading you to your own bedroom. you were still giggling when he put his hands on your hips, standing at the edge of your bed. you placed your arms around his neck, excitedly kissing him again, savoring the taste of his tongue on yours. somehow, he was sweeter than ice cream.

he held you like that longer than he intended, but jeonghan had a habit of getting distracted by you. his hands kneaded at your ass, only covered by the thin fabric of your criminally short house pants, and he quickly shoved his hands under the waistband to grip at you fully. you gasped into his lips, wanting nothing more than to grind against his lap.

with his vantage point, jeonghan slid your shorts and underwear down your thighs easily, letting them pool at your slippers as he returned his attention to your rear end. you shuddered at the feeling of the cool air against your core, biting at his lip. impatient, you fought with his belted jeans and shoved them down his hips when they were loose enough, earning a sly grin. "need something?"

you stared at his cock as it sprung out of its confines, hard and angry. "dunno, do you?"

jeonghan didn't respond outside of sitting back on your bed, kicking off his jeans as you fumbled with your bedside table, finding a condom. it had been too long. you both needed something. and neither of you were in much of a position to tease the other.

you crawled over to where he had backed up, sitting with his dick on high alert, and straddled his lap. he took only a second to whip off his shirt, then ran his hands up under yours to run a thumb over your hardened nipple. you whimpered, rutting your bare pussy against his shaft, which pulled a groan from his chest. you were wet and hot against the underside of jeonghan's velvety cock, and his hips bucked involuntarily into yours at the feeling. his fingers gripped your hips, dragging your pussy across his length. you moaned when the head of his cock brushed up against your clit, making your thighs shake already.

"fuck, baby, i need you now."

you bit your lip and nodded, wishing you didn't have to remove yourself from him just so he could slide on a rubber. he bunched up the hem of your shirt, gripping it against your waist to watch as his cock disappeared into your warmth.

your head fell to his shoulder as you lowered, whining at the way your walls stretched around him. he exhaled slowly, putting one hand on the back of your neck, the touch relaxing some tension in your shoulders. "you opened right up, sweetheart. have you been touching yourself?"

you threw your head back, still feeling slightly visually impaired from how full he made you, and twisted your hips slightly, earning a muffled grunt from your overly confident partner. "what i do in my spare time is no business of yours."

"mmmm," jeonghan pulled your shirt up more, capturing a nipple between his lips and sucking. "but imagining you fucking yourself while i'm not around is incredibly hot."

you moaned, rolling your hips into his and wrapping your arms around his neck. "fuck, jeonghan-"

"do you use that vibrator i got you?" he asked, hands on your hips, guiding you up off his cock and pulling you down harshly. you yelped, clutching at the hair at his nape as your mouth fell open. he captured you in a messy kiss at the opportunity, a string of saliva connecting your tongues when you pulled away to continue bouncing on him. "do you stretch yourself out with it and wish it was me? you're so easy to fuck right now."

his cock slid in and out of you too smoothly for how little foreplay had occurred, and your cheeks burned at the realization that jeonghan had perhaps too strong of an effect on you. you tried not to think about how good the vibrator had felt when you tweaked your nipples the way jeonghan did, when you imagined his voice egging you on towards an orgasm, when you pretended it was his hand pumping the device into you instead of your own. 

his grip on your waist tightened as he felt your walls clench around him. "god, you feel fucking incredible. you feel like heaven. you feel like a dream."

"you go from so filthy to so cheesy" you whined, feeling him hit spots in you that made your vision blur momentarily. "make up your mind."

you barely registered the dreamy grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest while he rolled his hips up into yours. "you're the most beautiful person i've ever met."

"no, you."

"i'm serious," he said, finding your eyes. "i'm so lucky to have you."

you blinked as you tried to think of a worthy response, only to have your thoughts interrupted by jeonghan rutting up into you again.

"i love that you pretend to be asleep when i wake up so that i can keep cuddling you," he said, catching your lips between words and thrusts. "i love the way you drink beer like it's the most satisfying thing in the world."

"j-jeongh-"

"shh," he said, smiling against your lips, continuing his steady hip rolling, pushing himself into all the spots that made you whine. you moaned, and he ate it up, his tongue gliding across your lips. "i'm not done."

your vision was starting to get fuzzy around the edges as you felt the tension coil in your gut. "i'm about to be," you said, dropping your face into his neck. "you're hitting me too deep."

"yeah, baby? you're gonna cum?" he leaned back against a hand and let you take the control you desperately wanted, rolling your hips against him in a way that hit your g-spot and stimulated your clit, and you gasped when he pinched at your nipple. "you look so good like this. fucking yourself on me."

your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned out his name, riding out your orgasm on his lap. jeonghan watched you intently, like you were his favorite movie. the movie he could put on no matter what mood he was in. the movie he had memorized but never wanted to stop watching. he kissed you as you came down, rubbing your back under the oversized shirt. your hips stuttered on his, and he bit back a groan. his cock felt so hard in you he thought it might shatter if it went on like this for much longer.

you were still trying to catch your breath when you felt him twitch in you. you pressed your forehead against his. "mm, go ahead, baby."

"are you sure?" he asked, looking at you. "you're ready?'

you nodded, a hand on the back of his neck. he kissed you quickly and helped his shirt off your frame before falling back and bringing you with him, pulling a giggle from your lips as he rolled you over onto your back and hiked your thighs up around his hips. despite the fact that he never fully pulled out, you still sighed when he pushed back into you, overstimulated stretch morphing into continued pleasure far too quickly. 

jeonghan stayed like that a moment, parked with his hips between your thighs, hilt deep in your pussy, his elbows hooked under your knees, one hand on your waist and the other keeping him from putting all his weight on you. he loved the way you stared up at him, eyebrows ruffled slightly at your full cunt. he pushed into you a few more times like that before unhooking your legs, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other hand finding your jaw. your arms went to his neck again, pulling him into a kiss as he pumped himself into you.

"fuck," he groaned, biting at your lip. "god, your pussy is out of this world."

he kept burying himself in you completely, and even then tried to push his hips further into yours. he bit at your shoulder, hair sticking to the sweat accumulating on his forehead.

"you fit me so perfectly," jeonghan said, lifting his head to look at you. his thumb drifted across your jawline to your lips, and you instinctively parted them let your tongue roll out and wet the pad of his thumb. he groaned again, one eye squinting slightly as he focused on your tongue, remembering the way it felt along his cock. "we were made for each other, i think."

"you're so-" you started, but your post orgasm haze made it hard to form coherent sentences, especially when you were still getting fucked. "you're being so-"

"sweet?" jeonghan asked, kissing against your jawline. "romantic?"

"annoying," you said facetiously, earning a laugh against your neck. "i miss the days when you would call me a slut and leave while i was sleeping."

the kisses trailed back up your neck, and you whined as he began to pick up his pace. "sorry, i'm just so full of love these days."

"well," you interrupted yourself with a moan as your body began reacting more to his movement. "i'm full of dick."

jeonghan smiled again, but this one is covered almost completely by your lips on his, desperate and needy. an elbow kept him from laying completely on top of you, the same hand caressing your jaw gently as his lips worked against yours. you couldn't help the quiet squeak that escaped every time he bottomed out into you, and he wished he could have the image of you absolutely fucked out of your mind beneath him etched into his memory forever.

luckily, he saw it enough that it might as well be.

"i love it when you wear my clothes," he said. "i love the way you walk when you know i'm watching."

you gasped when his teeth dragged across your pulse. "not the neck, baby. i'm working on a really important case."

"mmm, so focused on your career." he smiled as he kissed further down and settled to leave a hickey on your collarbone, running a hand down your body. "god, everything about you is so sexy."

your back arched into his touch. "your dirty talk keeps getting weirder the longer we're together."

"what can i say? you turned me into someone that's horny for stability." that pulled a giggle from you, which quickly turned to a moan when he pushed his needy member into you again. "your body is so perfect against mine. i love every centimetre."

you couldn't help but think about all the times he had proven just that, fingers tracing over your sensitive skin while he lapped at your dripping folds. squeezing your thighs as he pushed his tongue into you. or when he had you on your stomach, caging you in with your tight cunt full of cock, a hand lifting your hip off the bed to get a better angle as he bit your shoulder. 

as your brain whirred with filthy thoughts of past fun, jeonghan groaned and sucked a nipple between his lips. you gripped his hair, knowing he felt every squeeze of your walls in reaction to his touch.

"you know what i love?" he said, releasing his mouth from your chest and kissing your lips instead. "i love when you greet me at the door. you know i'll get in just fine but you still come to the door."

you thought he was timing his thrusts to stop you from responding when your mouth opened just to let out a moan. "i missed you."

"i missed you, too, baby." your ankles hooked around each other behind his back. "i missed your perfect body and your smart mouth."

"jeonghan," you gasped slightly. "p-please don't stop."

he moaned, pulling you as closely against him as he could. "i love you when you laugh," he whispered, eyes screwing shut. "you're like an angel. so beautiful and sweet. but god, i love it when you're mean, too."

you wanted to say something about his words sounding familiar, but the thoughts disappeared before they could reach your mouth.

"remember when i visited your office," he said, recalling the saturday eons ago, one of the first times you had met up without the intention of blowing off some steam sexually. even with a mask and a bucket hat on, your assistant had recognized him immediately, making you threaten her with your law degree to make sure she didn't spread any rumors about the idol. "there was barely anyone around but you were still wearing slacks and a button up. i think i fell in love with you just by watching you work that day."

"oh, god, jeonghan," you whimpered. "fuck, i'm going to cum again."

"yeah you are, baby." jeonghan snaked a hand between you to press against your clit, the movement of his hips crashing into yours forcing his thumb to rub against the sensitive nub. you gripped his hair, nails digging into the back of his neck. "cum for me, sweetheart."

your want to please him won easily against your tired body, especially with how worked up he had managed to get you, and you practically rattled against him as he fucked into you. you grabbed the sides of his face and moaned into the kiss, and it only took seconds of your walls pulsing around his cock before he was stuttering his hips and unloading into the condom.

when his lips pulled away from yours, you were both breathing heavily with a light sheen of sweat making you sparkle in the dim lighting of your bedroom. he buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist completely and settling into you. "ok goodnight."

you laughed, your hand running through jeonghan's hair as you cuddled. "goodnight," you said, knowing he would roll off you too soon to discard the condom and find some water. you twisted a bit of his hair around your fingers, sighing happily, enjoying the feeling of him in you while you could. 

"baby," he said, voice muffled from being pressed into the crook of your neck. "do you wanna order takeout?"

you laughed. "i thought you said you ate?"

jeonghan pulled away to grin at you. "i've been known to tell a white lie every once in a while." you laughed, letting out a small noise when he pulled out of you to discard the condom in your bathroom. "especially when i have really good motive."

you laid on your side, watching him flick the light on and off to find the garbage can. "i love you."

"yeah?" after discarding a tissue he used to quickly clean himself up a bit, he hurried himself back to your side, sliding into your bed next to you. "how much?"

you sat up, looking for where he had discarded the shirt you were wearing. "just enough to get you dinner. what do you want?"

"hmm," he traced your spine with his fingertips. "black bean noodles."

you rolled your eyes, crawling over him to get out of bed and grabbed the shirt he came in. "you always want black bean noodles," you said, pulling it over your head, tugging at the black fabric and showing it off to him.

jeonghan smiled as he watched you. "that one place you always order from. they don't deliver to the new dorms."

"ah," you said, finding your underwear and tossing jeonghan's towards him. "you're using me for my address."

he laughed and sat up to pull on the undergarment. "that and the mindblowing sex."

you laughed, brushing your fingers through your hair as you left the bedroom to retrieve your phone and place the order. "you're lucky you're pretty."

when you returned with your phone and leaned against the doorframe, jeonghan was pulling on a pair of his shorts that he had gotten from your closet. he grabbed the shirt you had been wearing from the bed, shoving his feet into his slippers and shuffling towards you. you smiled at him as you waited for the restaurants in your area to load in app, searching for the place he had talked about.

"do you want anything else?" you asked, letting him snake an arm around your waist and plant a kiss on your lips.

"mmmmmm, no, i don't think so. you're everything i need."

you squinted at him. "extra radish? soondae?"

he squinted back. "okay, just prove me wrong, then."

you giggled, poking at his bare chest before pulling away to continue the dinner order. "i wanted soondae."

"hey, i thought you were buying me dinner."

you tossed your phone on the couch after the order sent, jeonghan's arms around your hips encumbering you as you laughed and tried to walk away from him, the shirt he had intended to put on getting abandoned on the floor. "yeah, and i'm also letting you sleep in my bed tonight. and feeding you in the morning. and driving you to work tomorrow. start thanking me."

"thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-"

you practically snorted, pushing on his chest as he made kissy faces at you. "god, you're so annoying!"

jeonghan laughed, pulling at your waist until he could secure his arms under your butt, lifting you off the floor. "i love you thank you i love you!"

"where's this energy coming from?" you split your knees to wrap around jeonghan's waist. he turned to sit on the couch with you on his lap, making you frantically grab your phone as he sat half on it. "haven't you been practicing all day?"

he smiled, hands running up and down your thighs and over your ass. "i was getting so burnt out without you around. i feel alive again."

you pouted. "you can't say stuff like that."

"why?" he kept smiling at you. "it's true. you are my energy."

something in your chest fluttered, making you blush. you thought about all the long days of work and all the long nights you had spent without him. how tired you always felt. how much your mood increased just by seeing the message from him earlier. "shut up. you're mine, too."

he grinned even wider. "do you wanna visit the new dorms? i'm almost done decorating my room."

"does it look exactly like your old room?"

he kept facing you, but his eyes darted to the left. "no."

you giggled, your hands finding his neck and placing a quick kiss on his lips. "i'd love to. when will you be home?"

"next weekend?" it would be the last free sunday he'd have for a while. "i can hide you. you could stay over."

you sighed. "your managers are gonna be so sick of us."

"it's fun though, right?" he laughed. "sneaking around like teenagers."

"at least we don't have to fuck in cars," you teased, checking the delivery time on your phone. "fifteen minutes."

"mmm, however shall we fill the time?"

you rolled your eyes, but smiled against his lips nonetheless.

[evakfanficsrecs]

Hello, babes!

Another month has passed (how the hell did that even happen?!) and I’m finally here with a new, pretty darn long masterpost with recs of all the Evak fics I’ve recently enjoyed! As you can imagine, I’ve read quite a few of them in the span of one month, so when I say this is a long one... it really is a long one. That being said, I hope you guys enjoy! 

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics. My personal favorites are tagged with a “★”. Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “✓”.

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ONESHOTS:

The Balloon Intervention by lovelycarcass ★ Summary: uni!au; “Dropping hints,” Elias repeats incredulously. “This guy is about as subtle as a bull in a china shop. His crush was just painfully oblivious.” “Can you believe he’d emptied the fucking tissue dispenser just to get his attention?” Mutta snorts. Or, Even wants to get Isak's attention and the Balloon Squad decide to take matters into their own hands.

give it to the person you love by Joana789 Summary: Sometimes Isak thinks Even’s laugh is brighter than the sun.

Someday You Will Find Me Caught Beneath a Landslide by Alliesana Summary: neighbors!au; Isak's neighbor plays his guitar every night. Isak falls asleep to it every night until he doesn't.

I’m Not That Innocent by quickwitlips & walkthetalk ★ Summary: There’s a Halloween party coming up. Eva’s convinced Isak to do a matching costume with her, because no one else will. It’s Britney, bitch.

du og jeg for alltid by Sabiduria Summary: "Are you seriously going to make me sleep on the couch because I beat you in FIFA?!" Isak doesn't like to lose.

yearn to live my love by mauede Summary: “Hi,” Isak repeats, and his warm breath fans out over Even’s cheek. “Hi, baby.” Isak’s cheeks flush, and he glances down at Even’s lips, chasing the sound. Baby. * In which Isak really likes kissing Even and Even likes it quite a lot, too.

Join Me? by bashfulisak Summary: Eskild drags Isak out to a club for his 18th birthday and despite Isak's negative thoughts about how the night is going to go, it doesn't go too bad. Especially when he meets a good looking guy in the restroom.

he might give you a look by dobriks Summary: It's for him, those raviolis, it's calling him (or maybe it's just his hunger that's making him imagine things, but whatever) and Isak's stomach is grumbling in anticipation as he extends his hand to grab it– But meets something human shaped instead of feeling the plastic material beneath his fingertips. First of all, what the fuck.

In Vino Veritas by Sabeley ★ Summary: After seven years apart, Isak wakes up to find Even in his bed and a wedding ring on his finger. 

Ring On It by TotallyTinkerbell Summary: roommates!au; Isak's room is the biggest mystery of the kollektiv, and only the guys that Isak hooks up with from time to time, get to see it. Needless to say, Even is jealous.

The Notebook by TotallyTinkerbell ★ Summary: Even notices Isak at the library and gets terribly distracted from the studying that he is meant to do. His notebook slowly fills itself with drawings of the boy rather than with his history notes. Even knows he should just go up to his crush, it’s a crush there is no point denying that, and say hi. 

let me whisper in your ear by grinsekaetzchen (Part 2 of the ‘our favorite parts are what we’ll keep’ series) ★ Summary: In which some of the cast of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ go to Stockholm Comic Con, the fans are loud and Isak manages to find a bit of quiet in-between all that.

You Think You Can Be Quiet, Baby? by Victory4 Summary: Isak think's he'll win a little sexual competition between him and Even, and discovers how truly wrong he is.

Inbox: (1) New Email by eiqhties Summary: A story about falling back in love, one tweet, instagram post and email at a time. 

and when it comes to eating peaches by Misscaitlin_g Summary: Isak moves from his seat, straddles Even’s lap, and whispers in his ear, “I want to lie back on those pillows and for you to lick me all night long.” Or, Isak is spoiled and Even gives him whatever he wants.

let's get physical by cosetties (Part 2 of you better work, bitch series) ★ Summary: Even can't handle yoga at all, but mostly, he can't handle Isak doing yoga in those godforsaken leggings. Maybe his plan to take things slow enough to romance Isak properly didn't take into account Isak himself.

love comes knocking by tarjeiandhenrik Summary: There's a really cute boy living a floor above Isak's flat and throwing up is usually not Isak's ideal first meet but well.

The Same Morning by GayaIsANerd Summary: Morning softness. * The same morning, through both eyes.

You call the shots, babe. by kaleidxscope Summary: uniau; Who the fuck plays an Arctic Monkeys' song at a party? Or: Isak and Even meet on a party and the soundtrack is just on top.

that's what friends are for by dobriks Summary: Even is desperate, Isak likes him, and Jonas listens to both of them rant about each other to him.

Everytime I look into your eyes I feel it by candysky Summary: Isak wasn’t even trying to hide the lust swimming in his eyes at the sight of his boyfriend looking almost criminally hot in his James Dean biker avatar. (Or, A one shot of an eventful day in the lives of Isak and Even where Even surprises Isak by riding up on a Harley, prompting a spontaneous road trip that takes them to interesting places.)

checking (you) out by everythingislove (narrylife) Summary: After being dumped via text, Isak goes on a late night run to the grocery store for some breakup comfort foods. Even is the cute clerk who happens to be working the checkout line.

when it's good by mikaeloboukhal Summary: Life with Even is good. Until it's not.

i was busy thinkin' bout boys (not like i had a choice) by Behindthecities Summary: In which Isak realizes he likes boys, falls for boys, and then ultimately loves a boy (and the boy loves him back). * A character study inspired by "Boys" by Charli XCX.

Tattoo by 6xqb9u004n Summary: Even gets a tattoo.

Blah Blah Blah by 6xqb9u004n Summary: Eskild finds Isak blackout drunk at a gay bar at 2am.

4 times the promises made to isak were broken + 1 time it wasn't by mellowgay Summary: Or, Isak gets in an accident and Even is his doctor.

Right in Front of My Salad by cuteandtwisted ★ Summary: "Let me guess. You're the type of guy who eats salad," said Isak. "Among other things," Even winked. * Or Isak doesn't believe in love until he meets the new cashier at the supermarket who makes him realize that vegetables aren't actually that bad.

feelings that i adore by thekardemomme ★ Summary: neighbors!au; Isak loves Even’s dog, and Even loves Isak. Turns out it’s more mutual than they think.

Peep Show by riyku Summary: This might be the kinkiest thing Isak's ever done, the only kinky thing he's ever done, but he's committed to it by now, and screw it, he's gonna give this guy something worth watching.

the privilege of being yours by toboldlyfly ★ Summary: “You said my nose was cute and squishy!” Isak replies, pouting. “You’re right, I lied. Your nose is the squishiest, and it’s gorgeous. It’s my most favourite thing about you.” Even touches the tip of Isak’s nose, pushing it left and right. He laughs at the face of annoyance Isak is probably making. He always did say that grumpy and pouty Isak was the one he enjoyed the most. * Or, Isak and Even spend a morning in bed together laughing, kissing and falling in love all over again (but what's new about that).

Car fears by sanameskini Summary: What starts with Even trying to calm Isak down after freaking out in the car, ends with Even confessing his own fears.

baby take your teeth out by yellowcurtainss Summary: Isak gets his wisdom teeth removed. Cuddles, cursing, and chaos ensue.

The Brotherhood of the Traveling Crucifixion Shirt by 6xqb9u004n Summary: Eskild had no idea who the hottie in the bathroom was, but he was pretty sure the guy was wearing his shirt. - Eskild meets Even during 3x05.

kjærlighet by thekardemomme ★ Summary: Love letters or suicide notes. (Alternatively: Even finds a love letter Isak wrote to him.)

i feel your energy rushing through me by babygayisak Summary: Isak and Even are soft in a bed on a Sunday afternoon.

The Parking Lot from Hell by dear_ida Summary: Isak loses both his boyfriend and their car in the mall parking lot. Even thinks it's funny. Isak thinks he can suck his own dick.

Baby's First Pride by 6xqb9u004n Summary: “So does this mean you’re ‘gay-gay’ now?” - Eskild helps Isak get ready for his first Pride Parade.

A Glimmer Of Hope Like An Exhale Of Smoke by CupcakeCait Summary: What happened after Isak and Even were caught kissing in the pool.

To Burn With Desire by photographer_of_thoughts ★ Summary: childhood friends!au & neighbors!au; “Um, Even?” “Yeah?” “Do friends kiss other friends?” Isak asked. Even looked amused again. “Sometimes." Or, the AU in which Isak and Even are neighbours and Isak's father has a secret job that unintentionally helps Isak realize he's in love with his best friend.

Can I? by AifaSkam ★ Summary: “Why did you want to get a live portrait?” “Actually, my friends kind of dared me to do it.” says Isak."if you don't want it, can I keep it?"

I call'em as I see'em...But Sometimes I Don't See So Well by HazyCosmicJive Summary: uni!au, Hate to Love!au & roommates!au; Isak just wants to study, he doesn't want a new roommate who walks around naked all the time and constantly tests his patience.

Take Me As I Am by givemesumaurgravy ★ Summary: “I’ve seen you watching me, you know,” Isak breathes as he pauses to bite Even’s shoulder, earning a small gasp from Even. Even groans, low and throaty as Isak runs his tongue over the broken skin. “I’ve seen you staring at me as I coach your daughter. And then today, I noticed you not being able to take your eyes off me while we played on the field,” Isak teases, his tongue lapping up stray droplets that pool on Even’s clavicle. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” “You’re just… so pretty,” Even says through a hitch in his breath as Isak’s fingers brush over his nipples. * Or, the one in which Isak is the coach of Even’s daughter’s football team and Even likes Isak’s bum. One day there’s a parent football game and Isak, just maybe, starts hitting on Even and, just maybe, Even gives in.

i don’t believe in yoga by rose02 Summary: Even Bech Næsheim runs and teaches at Under Vann yoga studio, and Isak Valtersen lost a bet to which the punishment was to go to a yoga class in hot pink yoga pants. Needless to say, this will be an interesting class. Featuring a flustered Isak, and a slightly bitter Even.

Oh baby, let me kiss you by Loveevak Summary: Isak has a crush on Even and gets a chance to sit next to him as an audience at a singing competition in their school.

New Year's Minute by killercatchy Summary: soulmates!au; Alternate universe where you have a timestamp of when you’ll meet your soulmate. The first minute of every year, you spend in your soulmates body. * When Isak is invited to a new years party with the rest of the boys, he hesitates at first. With a timestamp like his, staying home is always the safer option.

And you use it only for me by Skamisako ★ Summary: “Just wait ‘till I tell you how wrong you were about this, Isak!” Even sing-songs making Isak blink a couple of times and then smile bashfully, looking down at his phone again.Even grins to no one in particular as he pushes through the door and decides that making Isak blush will definitely be his favorite hobby from now on. OR: Isak works at a bookstore and Even can't stop buying ridiculous books to make him blush.

i'm not a twink i'm a TWUNK by lovedisak Summary: “What?” Isak interrupts. “Mh?” “I’m a what?” “Oh, a twink is like a young little gay-“ “Yes, I know what a twink is,” Isak rolls his eyes. “Oh,” Eskild goes back to his gingerbread cookie. “Then why did you ask?”

makin' me a mess by itjustkindahappened Summary: fake dating!au; The boy gives him a look of alarm, making a weak attempt at drawing his hand back, but Isak keeps holding it convulsively as he looks pleadingly into the stranger’s eyes. “Listen, this is super humiliating for me but I’m currently getting stood up on a date and my ex is a waiter here and he’s already been walking past my table too many times and looked far too satisfied for it to be casual so can you please just—pretend to be my date or something? I’ll pay for dinner and everything, I’m really sorry about this, I just—please?”

Ready For Those Flashing Lights by ultimatelawrence ★ Summary: It was meant to be harmless: taking a sneak photo of a hot stranger to send to Eva. Expect it's not so harmless when the flash is on.

last night by bbyfruit ★ Summary: fake dating!au; Alright, so Isak is pretty used to waking up hungover in the middle of the afternoon, especially at this point in his seventeen years of living. He’s also pretty used to waking up in Jonas’s bed, usually with Jonas curled up beside him, light that comes in through Jonas’s window and hits Isak right in the face. What he’s not used to is Jonas’s arm slung over his hip and no memory of what the fuck got them to this point.

Hopeless by waitineedaname Summary: fake dating!au; There was no way in hell Isak would be able to talk to Even. He was tall and cool and handsome, and Isak was pretty sure talking to him would make him spontaneously combust. He was hopeless.

first dates by princevaltersen Summary: fake dating!au; Isak asks Even to be his fake date to an engagement party.

might become my lover, for real by evamohns Summary: fake dating!au; It’s Even who finally does it, hooks his finger around Isak’s before turning his hand over and nudging at Isak’s palm with his until they’re holding hands, Isak flexes his fingers in the grasp – still looking at the floor.

Shower Me With... Beer? by EvensDramaticShenanigans Summary: “Um, what… what are you doing?” Isak finally managed to splutter out, his eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched up in confusion.Tall Handsome Stranger paused, his hands stilled around the bunched-up fabric by Isak’s armpits, his stomach now on full display. “Taking your shirt off,” the boy responded as if it were the simplest, most casual sentence that ever left his lips, as if those four words spoken in that smooth, low voice didn’t stir up a whole swarm of butterflies in Isak’s stomach and send a rush of blood south. “It’s drenched- which is my fault, really sorry, I definitely wasn’t looking where I was going- but I’m pretty sure if it’s not already completely uncomfortable, it will be soon if you keep wearing it.”

time isn’t wasted (if you’re getting wasted) by thekardemomme Summary: Isak is the best at holding his liquor, and the best at flirting with hot guys at parties.

respect my existence, if not expect my resistance by kosektivet Summary: A lot changes in a year, for example: Eva finally came out, Eskild got a boyfriend and Isak takes pride in himself now. * Or, a Pride Parade little au thingy.

Even. by bashfulisak Summary: Jonas drags Isak to a party and he meets a good looking third-year named Even.

Bigsby the Matchmaking Cat by smilexdarling Summary: Even owes his future love life with a grumpy kitten-man to a grumpy actual-cat.

Of Missed Classes and Campus Cafes by HazyCosmicJive ★ Summary: uni!au; Isak started the day knowing it was just going to worse. He looked like shit and he felt like shit and then he goes and crashes, no literally crashes, into the most attractive boy he's ever seen, yet the boy doesn't seem so upset about the event .Isak is a hot mess, and Even is just hot.

Imagine Redux by fandomlimb Summary: Even usually has no problem singing in public. He enjoys it, enjoys how karaoke can bring a whole crowded room together, allow strangers to let their guards down and shout at the top of their lungs in off-key unison. But when from the periphery of his vision he sees the door to the bar swing open—letting a beam of sunlight into the room, illuminating the figures of his five ex-best friends—his normally steady voice fails him.

it all works out in time by Valariia Summary: Based on a Humans Of New York story. Isak meets a pretty boy in a club under some unusual circumstances.

Privileged Information by champagneleftie Summary: Valtersen, Isak Valtersen, has been assigned to stake out Even Bech Næsheim. It doesn't quite go according to plan.

love doctor by princevaltersen Summary: co-workers!au; “Looking through Tinder and rating guys in the paediatric unit is definitely something that you shouldn’t be doing at work.”

The Powerhouse of the Cell by colazitron Summary: It's odd, being at Sana's when she and Isak aren't quite friends, but Isak may have found a reason to repeat the experience in Sana's brother's gorgeous friend.

i'm yours by princevaltersen Summary: “I love you, Even. You are the best thing in my life.”

No Flirting in the Science Lab by smilexdarling Summary: co-workers!au; Isak and Even fall in love at school, but this time, they're the teachers.

hurra for deg by colazitron Summary: Isak is a bit off when he and Even join their friends in the park. Sana notices. Or: an episode tag of sorts to Isak and Sana's talk on the bench, and Even and Isak's encounter with a bigot on Isak's birthday.

Why can't forever start today? by skambition ★ Summary: “Since when are you wearing rings?” Jonas pointed to Isak’s left ring finger. “Um,” Isak looked down at his hand, moving his thumb over the simple white gold ring, and couldn’t help but smile, “I actually have something to tell you guys.” “What, did you get married or something?” Magnus blurted out, bursting into laughter with the rest of the guys.

Let's Fall in Love Tonight by smilexdarling Summary: Jonas and Eva aren't the only ones with that loving feeling at their wedding. Who knew donuts and dancing could be so potent?

do you like or like, like me? by cosetties ★ Summary: Isak is totally down for supporting Jonas through the whole liking boys thing, but it's a little hard when that boy is Even.

just a little bit out of my limit by theyellowcurtains Summary: co-workers!au; Isak is pissed about where he got placed for work experience, that is until he meets his fine ass supervisor.

you make my face red and my heart beat by empty_venom Summary: childhood friends!au; Alternatively: 4 Times Isak Asks Even About Hickeys (+1 Time They Get Their Shit Together).

dear, don't you be nervous by chasingflower Summary: fake dating!au; Sometimes, Isak wishes he could just keep his mouth shut. It would solve a lot of his problems. (Or, Isak tells Eskild that he's dating Even, the boy he likes, but hasn't said any more than ten words to. It's not the best situation.)

thoughts of unruly curls and plush lips by reasoniwantyoutostay Summary: Isak and Even get consumed by thoughts of each other before meeting up for the Halloween pre-game. AKA What happened before 21:21.

Can't We Be Sweethearts? by HazyCosmicJive Summary: co-workers!au; In which Isak and Even work at a summer carnival together.

i could not want you more than i did right then by chasingflower ★ Summary: “Isak?” Even calls, sounding faintly amused. Isak groans again in response, and he hears muffled snickering by the door frame. “Any particular reason that you’re on my bed?” Isak groans again. "I’m not moving.” Even moves and sits at the end of his bed, gaze fixed on Isak’s face. “But, as I’ve said, it’s my bed.” “My day was fucked, Even,” Isak whines, and rolls over to give Even a pout. “I’m tired and I don’t want to move. It’s my bed now.”

what a glorious feeling by colazitron Summary: Supposedly kissing in the rain is only good in movies. Isak thinks that's more to do with your partner than the rain.

Oral Fixation by sensualstalker Summary: "He let his fingers wander over Even's cheek bones. He was watching out the window trying to remember what type of clouds he was seeing when he felt a warm sensation on his fingertip. He glanced down and found Even's lips wrapped around it, eyes still closed. When Isak stopped breathing, Even's eyes rolled open and turned to stare up at Isak. He opened, letting Isak take his finger back and now both jaws were gaping." * Or Isak wants to try something new and Even is totally down for it.

Notes by bashfulisak Summary: Even writes Isak little notes for him to see every morning while he has work-and sometimes, roles change.

i guess we should get a room by highpraises ★ Summary: “Jesus, what’s gotten into you?” Even mumbles against Isak’s lips. “Hopefully you will.” * Isak and Even are horrible hosts and friends.

sweet taste of love by toboldlyfly ★ Summary: They're both meme-lords, but this turns Isak on a little. Even likes to make inappropriate noises in public; Isak is chill about this on most days. There is neglect of ice cream, boys in love and sweet sugary kisses.

Nourishing Courage by colazitron Summary: childhood friends!au; Isak somehow finds himself part of the revue and Even helps him practice.

In the Eye of the Beholder by HazyCosmicJive ★ Summary: fake dating!au; After weeks of Even using him as a 'muse' and refusing to let him see it Isak is attending Even's first art exhibit. And to make it all worse he's going as his fake boyfriend, which wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't hopelessly in love with him.

Woo Me With Your Words by obscurial Summary: coffee shop!au; It’s not very often that Isak finds the confidence within himself to approach a handsome guy in a café. (A coffee shop au in which Even is Isak's favourite author.)

this room and everything in it by thekardemomme Summary: Even’s loved Isak for about as long as they’ve been together. It hasn’t been that long, but it’s everything, and Even needs to say it.

Morning Activities by bashfulisak ★ Summary: Even wants his coffee - Isak is sorta in his way - but Isak makes an offer.

The Kitchen Cupboards by dear_ida Summary: Even has a thing about leaving cupboard doors open. Isak thinks it's cute. They dance a bit.

fundamentals of being a wannabe creative media and communication person by greitnok Summary: A glimpse of pretentious film student Even and his supportive (questionable at times) but grumpy boyfriend Isak's daily lives.

it's kind of a funny story by dobriks Summary: "This is so weird" the guy said in an apologetic tone, "But– I, hm, can I use your bathroom?" "What?"

Boys In Photographs by stories_and_dreams ★ Summary: Isak and Even are mesmerized by the beautiful boy they see in Eva's photographs.

For next day will a stranger bring by lovelycarcass Summary: coffee shop!au; On Tuesdays, without fail, Isak's first customer orders a drink at the café, gives a name and leaves. He never uses the same name twice.

His, forever by TeaHouseMoon Summary: "What are you hungry for, then?" Even stares back. "You. I'm hungry for you."

Come and paint the world with me tonight by LostInAdmiration ★ Summary: fake dating!au; "If he had been smart and sober enough to say no, he wouldn’t be stood in a church he definitely shouldn’t be in, wearing a suit that was far too tight and a rainbow coloured bow-tie."

the time it took by Joana789 ★ Summary: Isak kept looking at him, kept seeing what it was like to be proud. What it was like to be yourself. Or Five people who taught Isak how to love.

CHAPTERED:

latching onto you by Behindthecities ★ Summary: fake dating!au; In which model!Isak and director!Even get caught drunkenly making out with each other by the paparazzi at the club and the only solution to it is to pretend to be each other’s boyfriends.

Date? by frenc Summary: Even has a date on Sunday. And he asks his best friend Isak for help.

All We Do by milk_o_vich Summary: The boy – who Isak had never seen before – was beautiful. Isak had often seen boys and thought that they looked hot; thought about kissing them or hooking up with them; had seen his fair share of porn to know that he liked looking at boys and liked fantasising about them. But he’d never seen a boy and thought he looked beautiful before. A.k.a. an au where Even is a penetrator and Isak meets him in his first year at Nissen.

Cut and Rewind by allyasavedtheday ★ ✓ Summary: “Now. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?” Even swallows around the bitter tang in his throat and settles for the shortest version of his medical history that he can possibly pin down. “I’m bipolar. I was diagnosed with depression first when I was seventeen since the symptoms were more noticeable. But in February of last year I got my proper diagnosis after I had a major manic episode. One of the biggest triggers was my struggle with my sexuality. I slipped into a severe depressive episode afterwards and missed so much school that I ended up dropping out.” He recites it like lines from a script, like if he’s detached enough the words won’t really be about him. It doesn’t make them any easier to push out though. * Season 4 from Even’s point of view.

and it falls just where it needs to be by mmxii Summary: summer camp!au & co-workers!au; He’s only been back for seven minutes, but Isak is already so done. Or an au where Isak works at a campsite and there’s suddenly a new guy joining their team. Featuring a completely chill Isak, a suspiciously quiet cat, and a three-year-old asking way too many difficult questions.

Not Everything Is About You by HazyCosmicJive Summary: Hate to Love!au & roommates/neighbors!au; Isak hates his neighbor. He's loud, he's inconsiderate, and he's loud. When he finally gets a well deserved break from his obnoxious neighbor, somehow the asshole ends up flooding his entire apartment. He doesn't want to do it, but with nowhere else to go he ends up taking the guy's offer up and staying with him until his apartment is useable again.

Viva Las Vegas by ahana Summary: They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Of course, with Isak’s luck, what happens in Vegas kicks his ass and follows him back to Oslo.

If You Don't Love Me, Don't Tell Me by quickwitlips Summary: uni!au & Hate to Love!au; Even's two sided personality is what drives Isak's hatred towards him. An asshole frat boy at night while he parties, then a top student by day who charms everyone with his bright smile. Except, Isak doesn't believe that Even has any good intentions.

You're a different kind of new by LostInAdmiration ★ ✓ Summary: "But that still didn’t explain why Even was currently standing in a crowded house with the boy of his dreams pressed up against his side and a girl stood in front of them, looking bewildered as Isak told the girl excitedly how he and Even had met." (Even has had a hopeless crush on Isak for months now, but has never been brave enough to talk to him. Luckily, Isak decides to make the first move by rescuing Even from unwanted attention at a party.)

Not A Chance by bashfulisak Summary: Isak and Even don't know much about each other - but while in the cafeteria, they can't keep their eyes off each other and eventually they can't keep their hands off, either.

relax, i've got you by thekalk ★ Summary: childhood friends!au; "Isak’s too proud to admit it out loud but his ankle is actually in pain ‒ it's nothing too bad but it definitely is hurting. Fortunately, Even plays along and pretends that he didn’t see Isak’s pained expression for Isak’s ‒ or more likely his pride’s ‒ sake and instead he leans down and presses a light kiss on the exposed skin on his ankle. Isak freezes at the touch of Even’s lips on his skin. This is definitely something new in their friendship." Or: a childhood best friends AU where Isak is oblivious and Even has a catchphrase.

helium hearts (we're on fire) by itjustkindahappened Summary: 10 Things I Hate About You!AU. Eva enrolls at Hartvig Nissens VGS in Oslo and falls headfirst for the popular and pretty Vilde Lien. Vilde, however, is not allowed to date until Isak—her sarcastic, misantropic introvert of a step brother—does. Together with her new group of friends, Eva comes up with a plan to set Isak up with the school's rumor-ridden bad boy Even Bech Næsheim so she can take her crush out. Featuring stargazing, parties, and endless pining.

Kiss Me Through the Phone by babenaesheim Summary: wrong number!au; He's been having a rough day, okay? His teacher yelled at him for 20 minutes straight in front of the entire class, his friends cancelled yet again, he got another detention, and he's so fucking horny. He hasn't gotten laid in a good few weeks and that's considered a dry spell for Isak.So yeah, it may be pathetic of him, but when he pulled up the guy he hooked up withs number from a month ago, he has no shame sending him a little text after ghosting him. Attached was quite a raunchy photo, you could say. * Wrong number AU where Isak is bored and hits up an old hook up. Turns out it's not who he was thinking.

Lights, Camera, Action by Sabeley ★ ✓ Summary: Isak is a porn star. Even is the sexually frustrated director that has to film him.

Snapback Glam by AltEr1212 Summary: Eskild is a postgraduate media and communications student at UIO. Even is a third year media and communications student at UIO. Even is friends with Eskild and has a class with him. Isak is Eskild's flat mate and first year bio chem major at UIO. Eskild convinces Isak to be his makeup model for his new beauty guru youtube channel. This leads Isak on a journey of being his true self and discovering his great love, Even.

Therefore I Am by smokeshop ★ Summary: uni!au; The one thing Isak wants is to move on from his high school mistakes. Even spends his time pining after a boy who will never like him back. The last thing either of them expect is to wind up in bed together, but that's exactly what happens.

To Share in Castle Walls by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug Summary: royalty!au; Isak is still the heir to the throne of one of the most powerful nations in the world, only now it looks like he might actually live to see his reign. It’s still overwhelming, but now his boyfriend (Even, the one that makes him smile) helps keep him afloat. The problem(s)? Isak is more of a mess than he thought. And so is his country. * Sequel to Headed Straight for the Castle. 

Rentboy by carmenG Summary: Isak met Even through rentboy.com. He quickly learned that Even wasn't really a rentboy. Little did he know that his perfect boyfriend is also the future owner of Nasheim Corp., which is about to buy the Valtersens, his family business. A story about love and hate, misunderstandings and communications.

You Were My Sweetest Downfall by givemesumaurgravy Summary: Every morning, Isak reads through the twenty or so pages of medical reports and articles about him and the ‘accident’, and then he’ll get to that final page that reads: “Don’t forget him, please, please don’t forget him.” And below these words scribbled hastily in his own writing, is a picture of a young, lanky, blonde boy with piercing eyes and dimples smiling at him like he’s the best thing in the world. Under the picture are seven words that never cease to break Isak’s heart every morning all over again. “This is Even, and you love him.”

is it gravity, or are we falling in love? by mellux Summary: coffee shop!au & co-workers!au; Isak works at a coffee shop. There's two things he loves about the morning shift: 1, how beautiful the city is when it's sleeping and 2, avoiding the hot guy who he happens to have a crush on. Until one faithful day, he has no choice but to work with his crush.

Strangers by mehsarah Summary: Even creates a temporary home in a motel room for a stranger. Isak is lost and broken and doesn't know what to think of the stranger who is his new roommate.

lost lullabies by ourlovelybones Summary: Isak meets Even in the laundry room of his best friend’s apartment, yelling at the dryer with barely a kroner to his name, at 2 in the morning. He finally returns back to his apartment, it’s 11:59 and he’s in love. Or the how-to guide for "how to stop my heart from breaking over someone who was never mine".

Baby Got Back(Stroke) by koolranchkidz Summary: swimming!au; AU Where Even's the top swimmer on his last season, and Isak's the dark horse who's just been bumped up an age group and is ready to give Even a run for his money.

Blood vs. Water by bri_ness Summary: Survivor!au; In which Snakesak plays Survivor.

Wish You Were Mine by cuteandtwisted ★ Summary: “You’re after my heart, aren’t you?” said Even, leaning against the bar counter. “I thought we had already established that,” Isak smiled. Or Even is Isak's favorite bartender and there's some mutual pining involved.

Crystal Dust by Liolny Summary: soulmates!au & uni!au; “Right. Some advice for the future -” His eyes were glinting with something that could almost be described as playfulness but nonetheless screamed mystery. “Since I’m assuming you’re not some kind of MARVEL character” he paused “- looking through my head to see that clock,” he continued, pointing a thump over his shoulder, “is probably not gonna happen. I’m also sure your MacBook is more than capable of informing you about the time.” Isak was startled to say the least. He also just so happened to be the last person to be mocked by anybody, no less some arrogant prick, who thought he could just be smug in Isak’s face without consequences. Or: Even Bech Næsheim is a mystery and apparently there is no way in hell that he could be Isak's soulmate.

Strip My Fears Away by wtfidekgtfo Summary: Even has finally found a job after desperate searches. He has accepted the offer to be a bartender at a strip club. He's only new there, but apparently he isn't the only one...

i fall to pieces when im with you by Valariia Summary: In which Mikael insists on getting a third roommate, Even has a crush, and Isak is a beautiful nerd.

your hand in mine by ourheartsintertwined Summary: Isak's nothing but a rich kid with one too many maids, a bitchy attitude, and a spoiled way of living. Even is a drug dealer who's been raised in the hood his whole life, has one too many tattoos and owns a motorcycle. One day, they cross paths. And the rest, well, that's something.

Let‘s Pretend by wematch Summary: fake dating!au; Isak has been trying to get rid of Emma for weeks, luckily for him Even has a plan.

Heaven In Hiding by intothewind ★ Summary: Isak is the preacher's son and Even comes to town looking like every one of the seven sins. Or: the small town, football, preacher's son au.

Honest, Can You See My Soul? by poetichomo Summary: “Yousef has a friend who’s a cuddler.” And if Isak was confused before, he’s beyond confused now. “What does that even mean?” “He’s a professional cuddler. It helps him make a little money on top of his coffee shop job. I could give him your number?” Yousef looks so sincere, but the sleep deprivation combined with the ridiculous proposal have Isak speechless. “He’s serious, Isak. And Even’s nice, you’d probably like him.” Isak thinks he sees a small smirk on her face, but isn’t sure. “If this is some elaborate plan to fuck with me while I’m emotionally compromised, just know that I don’t appreciate it.” Sana laughs. “Nei, Isabel. We’re not messing with you. Just wait, this is going to be better than anything Jonas and Eva could have come up with, I promise.” “Fine, sure. I’ll try it.” * OR a Professional Cuddler AU.

Thin Walls by night_in_hell ★ Summary: neighbors!au; 'It wasn't as though Even was really accustomed to the telltale signs of crying, but- yeah he was accustomed to the telltale signs of crying. He played with the idea that it was just a movie playing too loudly next door, or perhaps he yearned for it to be, hoped it wouldn't be someone suffering in the dead of night, but the scene would've been so long, and there was no actor that talented, no one that could wholly fake those sobs.' Or Even and Isak are neighbors and some thin walls bring the two together in ways neither really could've expected.

Boy with a Basket of Fruit by Fxckxxp ★ ✓ Summary: Isak is a third-year architecture student studying abroad in Rome, Italy when he meets Even—a triple major and a triple threat. He’s handsome. He’s smart. And he’s charming as hell with the right amount of weird mixed in. Isak’s intrigued, but he doesn’t want to like him—he actually came to Rome to quite literally run away from his relationship problems back home. But the heart wants what the heart wants, even if Isak attempts to ignore it. He tries to listen to the universe. It’s throwing all the signs to just stay away right in his face, but for some reason, it’s also throwing him right into Even’s arms at every turn. So he tortures himself. He doesn’t make a move. They can be just friends, after all. Until they can’t.

I'll Wait For You by photographer_of_thoughts ✓ Summary: "I'll wait until you're ready," Even said, but Isak didn't know if he would ever be ready. The AU in which Isak and Even didn't get a chance to save each other at Nissen. But time is a funny thing.

If only. by GH1999 Summary: co-workers!au; Isak fucked up. Totally, completely, royally screwed up. His application for an internship should have been sent two days ago. The university of Oslo had sent him an email, asking whether he had already applied, and if not, that he could not continue at UiO. Or: Isak starts teaching at the Hartvig Nissen School and finds that he has a very handsome co-worker.

Blanket Fort Gospel by Sabeley ★ ✓ Summary: childhood friends!au;  Isak Valtersen met the love of his life when he was eleven years old. It was a truth he had long tried to deny, but it was the truth nevertheless.

Solo by iceandfire Summary: uni!au & secret admirer!au; Isak and Even meet in slightly different circumstances, but a lot of things stay exactly the same.

Don't Hold Your Breath by bechvaltersen Summary: Isak hates how he feels about Even, knows it could possibly ruin his friendship forever if he was to ever find out. But he doesn't ever wonder, what if Even feels the same?

the price of starting over by smalltownmotel Summary: neighbors!au & co-workers!au; Even lives above Isak. Isak hates loud noises. Even loves throwing loud parties.

It's getting hot in here by suckmyboardbxtch ✓ Summary: AU in which Isak is drooling over a hot Even, who is working out at the gym with the Balloon-Squad. 

snapshots of a scattered heart by chevythunder Summary: roommates!au; Isak knows he's being thought of as nothing other than roommate, friend and listener. He's fine with it. He is.

We Found the Stars by Sabeley ★ ✓ Summary: Each year, Isak's father, a world renowned screenwriter, invites one promising young filmmaker to spend the summer in Italy with him and his family. It had never been anything more than a nuisance to Isak—until the arrival of Even Bech Næsheim. Suddenly, Isak finds himself drawn into a whirlwind summer romance that will change his life forever. Or a modern Call Me by Your Name AU.

The boy next door by Zabn Summary: neighors!au; Isak looks at Jonas, hoping the blush has already disappeared from his cheeks, he nervously scratches his neck. Fuck, did Jonas notice that he was staring at his new neighbor? “Are you daydreaming or what? I asked if there's someone new moving in.” Jonas laughs a little and nods towards the neighbor house.

+ All the fics featured in our Skam Fic Rec Week post under my name!

–A

[imaginethisbts]

Through The Phone

Rated: M

Warning: Dirty talk galore, mentions of graphic smut, season 3 Game of Thrones spoilers.

Summary: The sexual frustration is real when Namjoon goes on a month long business trip, halfway across the world. So when the chips are down and the tides get rough, and you can’t actually get to one another... what do you do? You go to the next best thing of course - phone sex. 

Note: where did this come from and why tf did it get fluffy at the end thats not the way pwps are supposed to end i hate myself. btw the pacing is probably a little rushed because i wrote this between the hours of 2am and 5am :))

Words: 3.1k

You rolled over onto your back in bed, sighing dramatically as you pushed the covers off of your upper body, suddenly feeling too hot for them. The coldness of the bedroom was a contrast to your warm exposed skin, immediately arousing your nipples from the chilly sensation and giving you goosebumps all over. You turned your head to the side to look at the alarm clock that sat on your nightstand.

2:06 A.M.

This had been happening to you a lot lately, waking up in the middle of the night because of the intense dreams you’ve been having. Even in your sleep, you couldn’t escape the extreme desires you had that seemed to be getting harder to deal with more and more each and every day that passed without your fiance.

You shamefully pressed your thighs together, trying anything that would help ease the intense yearning sensation you felt between them.

The dream you had just experienced that involved your fiance had gotten you so worked up, that you could feel the evidence of your arousal leak out of your folds and drip down one of your ass cheeks onto the sheets beneath you. You felt your face heat up at the fact a simple dream about Namjoon had provoked your body so severely. But it was silly actually, because you were the only one in the room. The only one in the entire huge apartment, to be exact.

You were utterly alone, so why must you be so shy by the way your body was reacting?

With a sigh escaping your lips, you reached across for your phone that was on the complete opposite side of the bed at the very edge - a result of your restless sleeping, no doubt. And without a second thought, your fingers flew across the screen and soon your phone was calling your fiance.

It didn’t take long until a familiar deep husky voice picked up on the other end. “Mm. Hi baby.”

Just from the mere sound of his deep sexy voice, your thighs were clamping together even harder. You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself so you could properly respond to him.

“Hi...” Your voice was surprisingly breathless.

“Are you alright, baby? It’s late in Seoul.”

Oh God, you couldn’t help but to imagine him calling you baby as he thrust himself in and out of your hungry core at the thrilling pace he always fucked you in. You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan just from the thought.

“Y-Yeah.. I’m alright. I just wanted to talk to you is all. I can’t sleep.” You used your free hand that wasn’t holding the phone to your ear and squeezed one of your breasts with it. Your hard nipple poked you in the palm and you bit your lip, imaging that your hand was not yours, but your lovers. It was actually quite hard to pretend because Namjoon's hands were so much bigger than your own. His could swallow your whole breast easily, whereas yours could barely even fit around it.

“Ah. So you called me to put you to sleep, hmm? How sweet of you.” There was a slight humor in his tone to let you know he was joking around, but when a moan escaped your lips by accident as you tugged on your hard nipple, there was a long pause on his end, until you heard him clear his throat. “You okay there baby?” However he didn't sound concerned, but more so intrigued, like he knew exactly where it had come from.

At this point, you were so strung out, you couldn’t even bother yourself to care how desperate you were about to sound. “Baby,” your voice was whiny and needy. “I’m imagining that your hands are on my breasts, and your fingers are playing with my nipples and -- oh, God,” you moaned shamelessly this time, switching from pinching and tugging on the erect bud to rolling it between your fingertips.

“I miss you so badly Namjoon, I need you here with me.”

Usually, you never said those things to him because you knew it only made him feel bad that he couldn’t actually be there with you since he was away on work, but right now, you were so worked up, you didn’t even care. You needed him in some way - you needed to release some of this pint up lust your body has been accumulating since he left you almost a month ago.

“Oh yeah? Just my fingers, hmm?” His voice sounded darker, and the fact that he was so easily partaking in your imaginations, made a lazy grin come to your face. But you could feel a jolt of electricity shoot down your body, straight to your wet center at what he was implying. “How about my mouth? My tongue licking slow circles around your nipple until I take it into my mouth and suck on it. How does that sound?”

The visual alone had you pulsing below with desire. Picturing Namjoon work his mouth on your breasts, the tip of his tongue flicking the nub back and forth, and then taking it between his teeth... God, you would give anything to have that man above you right now, ravishing every inch of your body like he always did, and how you absolutely loved.

“Yes.. God, yes. I want your tongue on me too.”

“Just on your breasts, baby?”

“No!” You weren’t even aware of that answer until you said it. Again, you sounded so desperate, but you couldn’t allow yourself to care. Not right now anyways. Plus, this was Namjoon we’re talking about here... The man who knew your deepest secrets and darkest fantasies, the man who literally knew everything about you. There was no reason to be embarrassed. Especially not when he sounded so intrigued himself.

“Where else do you want my tongue? Tell me.”

Your whole body shuddered when you pictured his head between your legs and that beautiful tongue of his that he could rap so skillfully with, going at your clit ceaselessly until you were arching your back off of the bed and coming undone for him. “B-Between my legs, baby.. On my clit.”

There was a deep chuckle in response to your blatant statement. “Touch yourself for me.”

At first, you were almost confused. How did he know you weren’t touching yourself already? But before you knew it, your hand was leaving your self-abused breast to slide down your stomach and under the covers to caress right where you needed it the most.

When you slid a finger through your folds and to your aching clit, your whole body twitched from the sudden sensation, but then it quickly had you arching your back and slowly rolling your hips into your own hand. Your fingers were already dripping wet from your own intense arousal. “I’m so wet, Joonie.” You enlightened him breathlessly and you earned a breathy groan in response from him.

“Is that right? How wet, baby?”

“So wet,” you moaned loudly as your fingers worked your clit in slow circles, trying your hardest to believe they were Namjoons.  

“I want to hear it.”

Your fingers paused at his words, but only for a moment, because you were too worked up to stop the stimulation for too long. “W-What?” You were a bit confused.

“You heard me, baby. Move the phone and let me hear how wet you are.”

It clicked in your mind what he meant and the erotic-ness of his request sent a shudder through your whole body and instantly, you were putting your phone on speaker and bringing it down toward your excessive wetness after you pulled the covers back.

Putting the microphone right near your fingers on your clit, you gave him the perfect example of the sloppy wet sounds being made from your motions. You heard him exhale deeply upon hearing them, and then you heard a strangled ‘fuck’ as well along with some rustling, as if he was moving around wherever he was.

“Mm.. You’re so wet and ready for me baby. Fuck.” In his deep voice, he sounded just as desperate as you did now, and you knew right then, that there was nothing either of you wanted more than to be fucking each other's brains out like you normally would be doing in desperate times like these, if only he weren’t halfway around the world. Stupid work.

The slight filth of his words sent a wave of heat to your stomach and your fingers increased their pace on your clit. “Tell me what you would be doing to me right now if you were here, Namjoon. Please tell me--ungh.” A random gust of pleasure flew through your body and down to your core, making you arch your back even more.

Namjoon wasted no time in indulging the two of you in his dirty words. Clearing his throat, trying to regain his composure, he began explaining to you what he would do.

“Well first off, baby, I would start by putting my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours and drinking you up-”

Oh God, the image in your mind was almost too much. Having his head buried between your thighs as he slurped and lapped up the immoderate juices that continued to leak out of you.

“--and then I would easily slide my fingers straight inside of you. Slide them in so deep and pump in and out until you were sufficiently ready for-” his words were cut off by his own quiet groan, and you knew he had to be touching himself too. All that rustling you heard on the phone before had to be him riding himself of his pants so he could get his hand on his no-doubt hard and throbbing cock. The optical in his head had to be getting to him just like it was getting to you.

“For what?!” You impatiently pressed him to continue, needing his words to help you.

“For my cock.” And this time, it was you who groaned as you sped your fingers up even more, chasing after your high that seemed to be tauntingly right out of your reach.

“More,” you breathed out, his dirty words helping you get closer.

“I would put my hands on your hips, but not before giving that sexy perfect ass a few slaps,” his large manly hands against your skin right now would feel like pure fucking heaven. And not to mention Namjoon spanking you was one of your biggest kinks, it always managed to make you so wet and he knew that. “And then baby girl, I would take my cock,”

At that, you laid your phone on your chest on speaker and then snuck your other hand down towards your center. Taking two fingers, you circled them around your entrance and then slowly pushed them in. You moaned loudly, back arching again. "Your cock is so big baby," you said in a breathless whisper and then whimpered.

"I know baby," he cooed over the phone. "And I would take it and slide the tip into that wet tight little pussy of yours," he breathed out heavily and you suddenly wondered how close he was. With one hand taking care of your clit and the other with fingers inside of you, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Especially with where he was going with his words.

"Shit, I'd take it slow at first. Slowly push in 'cause I know it's alot for you take, isn't it baby?"

You whimpered in response, thinking of the overwhelming feeling when Namjoon first pushes in, splitting you open deliciously on his thick girth.

"Spread you open little by little until I'm balls deep in that perfect heat. Fuck," he spat the last word out, and you heard rustling once again. "I'd give you a minute, get used to my fat cock inside of you because no matter how much we fuck baby, you're still so fucking tight." He almost growled, and you started pumping your fingers in and out of you now, trying so desperately to imagine that it was Namjoon's dick instead but your fingers didn't even compare.

He took a deep breath. "But you know I'd only give you a minute, because even though it's alot to take I know you're good for it. Aren't you?"

You were too far gone to be answering these questions of his, but you whined out a 'yes'.

"Yeah that's right. You take my cock like a fucking champ, baby girl." He breathed unevenly through the phone and you knew he had to be close. You knew Namjoon and all of the noises he made. "Even when I start grinding against that ass, going so fucking deep. Shit, and you just swallow me in," the last part was as if he was speaking to himself, a breathless little comment.

"Namjoon," you whined, adding in a third finger because there was a void that needed to be filled and you knew that was impossible without your fiance here but you had to at least try. "I need you, I want you so fucking bad,"

Why couldn't teleportation be real? Because fuck, that would be a useful power right now to have.

"I know baby, and you'll have me. Just one more week. And when I get back, I'm gonna have you in that bed all day and all night. Fuck what the neighbours think, I'm gonna have you screaming for me, baby."

You were so close thinking about that, you could feel yourself getting dangerously close to the edge, knowing you could fall over any moment.

"I'm so close Joonie, fuck, I'm so close!" You cried out, fingers speeding up on your clit and your others pumping more quickly in and out of your sopping pussy.

He grunted, cursing under his breath. "Me too, baby, me too, let me hear those moans."

Letting loose, you moaned loudly and whimpered unabashedly, knowing Namjoon always loved it when you were loud in bed. He'd get on to you if he found out you were trying to muffle your noises in the pillow, or by biting your lip. He wanted to hear them.

"God, I'm gonna pound that fucking ass when I get back," he growled out.

And that did it. With a gasp, you tossed your head back in the pillows, back arching and body going tense as you felt yourself tip over the edge. "I'm coming, I'm coming," you told Namjoon in a rush as you began plummeting into complete and utter bliss, a high moan escaping your throat and going straight through the phone and into Namjoon's ear.

You heard him groan, and more rustling like before. And then it turned into a constant little wet thud, and you knew instantly what it was. Him fisting his cock and his fist thumping the base on every downstroke. "Shit," he spat out, and then moaned deeply, making you clench around your own fingers.

A warm liquid pleasure flushed through your system until it left you lying there on the bed boneless, unable to move. A pleasantness buzzing throughout your body and a tiredness that you have not felt in what seemed like since Namjoon left for his business trip.

"Did you come baby?" You asked him between your heavy breaths and he instantly hummed in response, sounding like he was still in the process of riding out his high.

For a moment or two, both of you tried to regulate your breathing again, and that's all that was heard through the phones. You slipped your fingers out - hating the emptiness, but it wasn't as hard to deal with when it was just your fingers. Now when Namjoon pulled out, it was like a piece of you went missing all of the sudden - and cleaned them off with a tissue from the nightstand. Then you turned over on your side, pulling the covers up to your neck and grabbing your phone, taking it off of speakerphone and putting it to your ear.

"Joonie?" You spoke quietly.

"Yeah?"

You paused for a moment, biting your lip.

Sure, it's been hard to sleep lately because of how badly you missed your fiance and his hands on your body. The frustrating dreams you've had haven't helped much either, but really... you just missed Namjoon. That probably went without saying, since you haven't seen him in almost an entire month, but honestly life was so unbelievably boring without seeing his dimpled smile every morning when you woke up. Or cooking dinner with him only to end up getting the first aid kit out, or going on adventures in the city and counting how many dogs you could pet before you went home for the day.

You missed your best friend, your partner in crime, the Ryan to your Apeach.

You missed Namjoon.

"...I miss you."

A deep tired chuckle came through the speaker and you gripped your phone, pressing it to your ear and sighing. "I miss you too, so much. Like, you seriously don't even know how much."

Now it was your turn to laugh lightly, wanting so badly to grab Namjoon's face and kiss him on the lips because this was definitely one of those moments where you would.

"One more week, huh?" You said, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Yep. You think we can make it that long?"

The biggest smile spread across your face and you flopped onto your back, looking up at the cieling.

"Hey, we made it through The Red Wedding episode of Game of Thrones, therefore we can make it through anything. Together."

"Shit, we sure can, can we? R.I.P. Robb Stark."

"R.I.P. Robb Stark." You repeated. "Catelyn too."

It was silent for a moment, and then you two just started laughing at yourselves.

"Hey," Namjoon suddenly said, and you stopped laughing to hear what he had to say. "It's late in Seoul baby, I want you to get some rest."

You sighed, rolling over yet again to your other side, balling yourself up under the covers.

"Will do. You're resting good, right?"

Namjoon made an uncertain noise. "Ehh, as well as I can without my bed bug with me."

Grinning to yourself, you hummed in contentment.

"One more week."

"One more week." Namjoon repeated after you.

"I love you Joonie." You closed your eyes, picturing his handsome face and feeling butterflies flop around in your stomach.

"I love you too baby girl. Get some sleep, call me when you wake up."

"Okay, I will." You yawned, balling up a little tighter to combat the cold. "Goodnight my sweet prince."

He chuckled.

"Goodnight my lil princess."

[sadlittlenerdking]

There’s This Idiot

The Magicians, Quentin x Eliot

Word count: 2,476

Summary: I fucking felt bad about that angst af drabble I wrote earlier so here have some crackish fluff where Eliot’s the oblivious idiot. (You may wanna read that before this bc this makes up for that and you won’t be sad if you read in that order. But if you read this then that, you’re gonna be sad)

Quentin doesn’t even remember falling asleep in the nook. But here he is, waking up, curled in on himself, with both of the sliding doors shut almost all the way. For a moment, he’s confused, mouth smacking together with sleep and thirst. He’s not sure what wakes up him up, but there’s a soft hum of voices beyond the doors. For a moment, he’s tempted to push them up and reveal himself, but the familiar sounds of Eliot and Margo’s laughing, followed by Todd’s disgruntled, confused grumbling, stays him for a moment.

He sits up, book three of Fillory and Further falling off him stomach and landing on the cushion behind him with a soft plop. He freezes, thinking it’ll alert them to his presence, but nobody comes forward to rip the doors open and call him out for spying on them. 

“Have you decided what you’re going to do?” Margo asks after a few long minutes of nothing but the sound of Quentin’s guilty breathing, and of ice being jostled around in a glass - presumably Eliot’s cocktail of the hour. 

He can hear Eliot’s long exhale, probably a cigarette. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” He responds, sounding a bit to suave, even for Eliot. Quentin resists a smile, as he scoots a bit closer to the nook doors, carefully to keep himself steady and to not crash against them. The last thing he needs to do is lose his only friends because a fresh round of paranoia and the urge to eavesdrop and make sure they don’t secretly hate him has decided to rear it’s head. 

“About Quentin.” 

Quentin’s heart drops. Because of course. They’re trying to figure out how to let him down easily. For once the depression induced paranoia hit the nail on the head. If he were still going to a therapist, this would be one of those things he’d opt to not mention. Admitting defeat to depression, is not exactly something that would keep him from immediate readmission. 

“Ah, this again?” Eliot murmurs, so soft Quentin almost can’t hear him. “You’ve really got to let this subject go, Bambi.” 

“I can’t when you’re mooning after him like some sad, sick, little lost lamb.” 

Wait - what?

“I am not mooning -,”

“Fine,” Margo amends, “Not mooning . . . pining? Longing? Oh, maybe yearning? No, no . . . you’re right. Achingly watching from a distance is probably more accurate.” 

Eliot huffs. “You’re obsessed.” 

“Only when I’m right.” 

They’re quiet for a few minutes, drinking, smoking, probably cuddling on the couch like they alway do. And Quentin’s about to try and go back to sleep, when Eliot says, “What if you are? He’s straight.” 

She scoffs. “Please. That boy is more bi than a bicycle at a tricycle convention.” 

Quentin nods to himself, she’s not exactly wrong. He’s always been attracted to whoever he’s attracted to - no specifications, no prerequisites, no anything - just whoever makes him feel alive. And, Alice may have been the first person he confessed his interest in, but she’s by far not the only one. Or the main one. He’s just always assumed Eliot would never, in a million years look his way as more than the poor, little sad first year he took under his wing. 

And Quentin does have feelings for Alice, but they had their thing at Brakebills, and everything fizzled out after the scent of the fox wore off and they realized they’re better off as friends. 

But, he has a strong, overwhelming feeling that what he feels for Eliot, as strong and annoyingly profound as it is, isn’t going anywhere. He’s just always assumed it’s this one sided stupid little crush. Because Eliot is, well, Eliot, and Quentin is so resolutely not. 

“What makes -,”

“Honey,” Something gets set down on the coffee table, “He’s bi. Make your move already.” 

“I don’t want to scare him off.” 

Maybe six months ago an advance from Eliot would have sent Quentin running in the opposite direction, desperate to believe that this is some cruel prank, okay, maybe even six minutes ago - but that’s not his fault. He knows Eliot now. Knows what makes him tick. Knows when he’s about to fall apart, and wha to say to keep him from falling over the edge. Knows just where to press into his shoulders to relax him. Knows his drink of choice, and how exactly to prepare it to get that proud grin after a first sip. 

“El -,” 

“I’m going to bed.” 

“It’s only 2am,” Margo argues, but Quentin can hear the rustling of fabric as they both get up, “It’s too early.” 

“It’s been a long day, and I’m tired. You can either join me, or go find someone else to cuddle up with.” 

Margo sighs. “You’re lucky I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Quentin hears one of them kiss the other, and then they’re walking up the stairs, and the lights turn off, leaving Quentin alone in the nook with his books, and his thoughts. 

And, jesus, he has a lot of thoughts.

Though, for once they’re not circling around in this disgusting circle of self hate and paranoia, because he has something else to focus on: 

Telling Eliot just how god damn, magically bi he is. 

* 

Of course it all goes terribly, terribly wrong. 

Because Margo is watching him, and Eliot’s avoiding him, and it’s this whole big stupid game of cat and mouse, where for the first god damn time in his life Quentin is somehow simultaneously the cat and the mouse. He spends half the day trying to track Eliot down, but every time he even gets near, Margo’s pulling him aside for fashion advice, or to look at this new spell she learned, or ‘How should I do my hair for tomorrow’s party? I don’t need you to tell me if I look good, just tell me which one looks better. Be honest, pumpkin. Or I will curse you.’ 

And, look, Quentin’s a relatively calm, collected guy, but fuck if he doesn’t get to kiss Eliot, or something, by the end of the day, he’s going to lose his fucking mind. Because he has been fantasizing about this for months, and after spending all that time thinking it’s nothing more than a fantasy, only to learn, hey we could have been making out this whole time - he’s got some time to make up for. 

A lot of time.

Because if he’s at all honest with himself, he would’ve jumped Eliot that first day if not for the obvious wonder at magic being real, Eliot being so blatantly out of his league, and did Quentin mention magic? 

When Penny appears in the cottage, bored and uninterested, Quentin tries so desperately not to think about it. But apparently focusing on not thinking about it makes him forget to focus on his wards, and suddenly Penny’s tilt his head and turning to him with an evil little smirk, and Eliot’s not even at the cottage, and Quentin wants to fucking die.

“Oh really?” Penny asks, slow and evil because he’s an evil bastard and Quentin hates him. 

Margo looks up from her magazine, waves a hand, “What’s happening here?” She asks, glaring up at Penny. “You two aren’t fucking are you?” Suddenly, she snaps the magazine shut and sits up straight, turning her glare on Quentin. “Are you?” 

Penny scoffs. “Not even in his wildest dreams.”Quentin tilts his head, starts thinking the lyrics to Taylor Swifts Wildest Dreams as loud as he possibly can until Penny growls, sneering at him. “If you know what’s best for you -,”

He stops midlyric, thinks at him, ‘Make her leave me alone long enough to find Eliot, and I’ll spend as long as it takes getting extra tutoring on my wards.’ Penny narrows his eyes, before nodding quick and short. “Actually,” He says turning on his heel and smirking at Margo. “I’m here for you.” 

Margo’s eyebrow perks in interest. “For me.” 

Penny nods. “Eliot’s not around is he?” 

She rolls her eyes, waving a flippant hand, “No. He’s studying like a nerd in the library. No amount nipple clamps can save him from an oral exam.” She shrugs a shoulder, placing her hands on her hips, “Apparently it’s not the fun kind of oral exam either.” 

Pen closes his eyes for a moment, clearly trying to avoid saying something dickish. “That’s . . . great. I guess.” He sighs, “Look. Let’s go out.” 

Quentin takes the moment shock runs across her face in every variation as his opportunity to sneak out of the cottage to go find Eliot. He tosses a soft thanks to the thought void, hoping Penny catches it, and starts running across campus. 

When he finds himself standing in front of Eliot’s table, he’s surprised to find he’s not lost his courage. His breath, from running all the way across campus, absolutely. His general overall decent composure, yeah that’s gone.

But hey, he’s got his courage. And a load of sweat pouring down his neck and back. That’s a great image for Eliot to look up and a see; a red faced, sweaty Quentin, grinning ear to ear like an idiot. A confused, soppy, courageous idiot. 

And the look on Eliot’s face is enough tos ay he thinks the same. His eyes track down Quentin’s body, taking in the mess that he is, before he sets his pencil down, leans one forearm against the top of the table, and looks up at him curiously. “Dare I even ask?” 

And Quentin takes a deep breath, runs a hand through his very wet, sweaty hair and nods. “Yeah. You should ask.” 

Quentin waves the hand that isn’t on the table in a go on motion. “Okay. Consider this me asking. What the fuck?”

Quentin nods, turning to his left and starting to pace as he wrings his hands in front of him. “See it all started last night, this morning, whatever,” He looks at him, “It was while the sun was down and the moon was up, technically night but also considered day. Anyways,” He waves one of his hands, looking ahead of him as he continues pacing, “I found out this guy I like likes me. Which, wow, kind of a big deal, right?” He looks at Eliot, chewing on his lip with a frantic nod to himself, but he doesn’t wait for a response. “Then today, I’m like, I have this whole big plan where I’m going to go all ‘surprise you’re an idiot I’m bi! Tada!’ But of course,” He stops to raise a finger to the sky, making a face, “Of fucking course!

“This guy chooses today of all days to avoid me.” He lets his eyes slide over to Eliot for a moment. He’s sat up straight, arms crossed over his chest, a look of mild curiosity on his face as he watches Quentin pace back and forth. “Which - I can deal with that. I can find a way to fix that. Avoidence is my specialty, I can trick people out of not avoiding me if I have to. But no. This guy, this stupid, amazing guy, he has his best friend try and distract me because he knows,” He stops pacing, turning to glare at Eliot, “He knows! I’ll come looking for him. But whatever. It’s fine. 

“So, I spend all day trying to sneak away from this amazing guys best friend, who is also amazing, by the way. I love her to bits. Beside the point, though. In order to escape the grasp of her dangerously sharp claw nails, I have to strike a deal with the devil!”

“The devil?” Eliot nods to himself, his lips twitching as he tries to fight off a smile. “Steep odds for a guy.”

“I know!” Quentin exclaims, “But the devil agrees to help, and I finally - finally - get away from this guys best friend. And I have to run all the way across campus, under the blazing sun in a fucking sweatshirt and jeans because I didn’t think to change, because all I could focus on was finally getting to kiss this stupid, stupid man. So I get there, I finally get there, and he’s actually studying - like, genuinely reading a book to avoid me. Which is frustrating. But then I realize I’m all sweaty and angry and sexually frustrated amongst other things - just as he looks up at me.” He pauses to breathing, heaving in a big breath as Eliot watches him carefully. “And the only thing this stupid man seems capable of doing is staring at me!” 

Eliot nods, pushing his chair back and standing up so Quentin has to look up at him as he slowly rounds the table. Quentin takes a small step back with every step forward Eliot takes, until his back bumps up against a shelf of books. “So, let me see if I got this right,” Eliot murmurs, swiping his index finger overtop the table as he passes it. “You’re not straight. You’re desperate to get fucked. And you’re in love with some oblivious asshole who just doesn’t appreciate all you’ve been through today? Is that about the jist?” 

He swallows as Eliot stops just a few inches away from him. “ S-Sounds about right.” 

Eliot hums, closing the space between them, his hand coming up to cup the back of Quentin’s neck. He doesn’t even make a face at the dampness there, just smiles down at him. “So, say this apparently attractive idiot were to make it up to you. How would he go about doing that?” 

Quentin shrugs, leaning into Eliot’s touch. “I mean. A good place to start would be a kiss . . . I can’t think of anywhere to end.” 

Smirking, Eliot leans down to whisper in his ear, “Oh, Q, I can think of so many places to end.” And then he moves around and presses his lips against Quentins, and jesus christ it’s so much more than any of the stupid, pointless, never going to ever seem good enough again fantasies. 

And then when Eliot’s tongue sweeps across the seam of Quentin’s lips, he swears he see’s a glimpse of god in the distance giving him a thumbs up. 

“Thank fuck,” He murmurs against Eliot’s mouth.

Eliot pulls away, looks down at him, one of his thumbs coming up to sweep along Quentin’s cheek, along his jaw line, “Oh, Q.” He says, soft, “We’ll get there, just not yet.” He smirks before leaning back in, pulling Quentin’s body taut against his own as they crash into the bookshelf behind them.

Quentin doesn’t even feel the spine of the books jabbing into his spine he’s so fucking happy. Sweaty and happy.