#*hit in the face with a basketball for the HSM reference*

[kagiura-akira]

Kagiura Akira, when I get my hands on you...

[generalwildcat]

I was gonna attempt a follow-up to my last writing i attempted, but this idea came to me first. It's not much; just a classic Disney Channel fashion of tying up the conflict with a nice little bow in a short amount of time. And since my HSM fanfics had always been focused around Chaylor, i'm sticking to that comfort zone using them and their kids.

I used names for the kids that i almost always had in mind. Their daughter, Skyler, is because they want her to reach for the sky and not let anything hold her back. Lincoln, meanwhile, is a nod to Taylor originally wanting to be president and his nickname, Link, ties in perfectly to his playing video games. The name drop of Chad's family member that'll be mentioned, Karina, is in reference to Corbin's time on Dancing with the Stars and his dance partner.

Hope you enjoy this little one-shot!

“We need to talk.”

“Go.”

“Ugh, what’d I do this time?”

It was a sentence Chad was very familiar with. In fact, it was a statement he expected from Taylor on a bi-weekly basis. ‘We need to talk’ could range from anything such as ‘you forgot to clean your hair out of the shower drain again’ to ‘you didn’t move the laundry’ to ‘it was your turn to do the dishes’ to ‘you were supposed to restock the emergency supply of m&m’s’.

Ok, so it was almost always something Chad did.

Or didn’t do.

Or forgot to do.

Again.

But he’d come to accept it.

The same had yet to hold true for their daughter.

“Nothing.”

Taylor folded her arms and raised an eyebrow knowingly at the teenager.

“Yet.”

Accurate.

“Quit while you’re still ahead,” Chad muttered. He nudged the basketball out of her grip, bending over to snatch it before Skyler could. “Hit the showers, kiddo.”

“Does that mean we can still talk about that tattoo…?” she inquired almost too innocently.

Taylor, per usual, did not let anything get past her.

“Shower. Now.”

Rolling her eyes, Skyler held up her arms in defense before heading down the hall.

Chad returned his attention to his wife. “Ok, so what did I do this time?”

“Not you.”

Pause.

“For once.”

Well, that was better.

“Your son.”

Or not.

Chad shook his head. “Ok, how come whenever either of them do something bad it’s ‘your kids’?”

Taylor folded her arms and narrowed her gaze. “Want to try that one again?”

He walked right into that one; the answer should have been obvious.

“Follow up question,” he covered, “since when do you call Lincoln ‘your son’?”

He naturally expected it with Skyler. She was a younger female version of Chad in almost every sense of the word – though he swore the stubbornness came from both of them. The closest comparison she got to Taylor was having Chad’s hair on Taylor’s face.

Lincoln, however, couldn’t have been more like Taylor if he tried. Fantastic grades, enjoyed math, analytical, verging on know-it-all…. Aside from the hair – duh – the only things he could have possibly inherited from Chad were competitiveness and playing video games.

“Since he pushed this outside of his room and told me to get rid of it,” she answered. Taylor bent her finger, signaling for Chad to follow her into the kitchen. He obliged, removing his sweat jacket and throwing it on the couch along with the basketball. He followed her around the island where a box was kept, nearly overflowing with primarily shades of blue and purple.

“What the hell??”

“I know.”

Chad immediately reached down and pulled out a plushie from each end of the box. “You can’t separate Elsa and Honeymaren like this!”

There was her signature glare.

Chad paused.

“Pffft, I mean, not that she needs a relationship. Obviously. That would throw a loop for her whole character arc, right? She’s a strong, powerful, independent woman. She doesn’t need a romantic relationship.”

Taylor remained unamused.

“Smooth.”

Her sarcasm was poignant.

Clearly this was not the time.

“Would you look in the box?”

Sighing in defeat, Chad reluctantly set the plushies on the island top before digging through Lincoln’s disregarded possessions. Light up wand…. Blonde wig…. A couple of Funko’s…. That salamander he could never remember the name of…. Wait a minute….

Chad’s brows furrowed in concern. “This is all of his Frozen stuff.”

“More like half,” Taylor corrected. “He wants another box for the rest tomorrow.”

Chad’s eyes darted up to his wife. “Even his Elsa costume? He was supposed to wear that for Comic Con this year!”

Pause.

“Wait, does that mean I’m off the hook?”

Her classic stare returned.

“I’m just saying, we’d still be sticking with the Disney theme if I went as Mr. Incredible. Or Captain America. Anyone without red hair, really. We both know I can’t pull that off.”

Taylor tilted her head, “More like strawberry blond.”

Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

“But that’s not the point…. He wants it all gone.”

Chad blinked. “Like…gone gone?”

To that, she nodded.

“But why? He loves Frozen.” He started pulling out different items, one by one. “This was one of the first novels he read. This is supposed to be his night light. This…ok, it’s an old calendar he probably doesn’t need anymore, but he still likes it. This is the soundtrack my mom gave him for his birthday. And you know how religious she is about her Broadway soundtracks.”

He shuddered thinking about how many times he heard her play Phantom of the Opera while she made dinner.

“I don’t know,” Taylor sighed. “He won’t talk to me.”

Chad stood up, still holding the soundtrack in his hand. “So what do we do?”

Taylor took a pause and clicked her tongue before responding reluctantly. “I think you need to talk to him.”

Chad blinked. “Me? The guy who lives in denial and used to concoct elaborate schemes to get his way?”

“As opposed to me, who ignores her feelings and buries herself in her work to avoid them?”

“Well, obviously it isn’t cause he needs a man to tell them this stuff is ok and he’s just like most kids who doesn’t wanna talk to their mom about anything.”

“How long have you been holding onto that one for?”

“Since Skyler started talking and never shut up.”

“Well played.”

Chad filled with the soundtrack cover. “You really think I can get through to him?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I do know what he needs to hear right now isn’t logistics. He needs heart. That’s your department.”

Chad tapped his fingers against the case. Taylor had a point; she always had a point. But to admit that she was wrong or wasn’t the right person to do something spoke volumes. Both of them could be as supportive and open as they possibly could; at the end of the day, they also covered different territories as parents. They learned to accept that their jobs, as well as their kids’ wants and needs, were completely different. Taylor was the one who told it like it was. She offered the facts. Statistics. The different possible options. The creator of pro and con lists. She was the brains behind every operation. Chad, in every sense of the word, was the fun parent. He may have had his strict side when necessary, but by all accounts he was the one to go to for laughs. For games. For comfort.

“He’s my kid,” he breathed as if it were the most obvious statement in the world, “all this is him. As long as he’s a good person, nothing else matters.”

“Do you think he needs to hear that?” she wondered.

That depended; could someone tell Chad what the right answer was?

---

Chad poked his head through the cracked open door of Lincoln’s room. At first glance nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He was laying on his bed, holding up his Nintendo and staring intently at the screen. The floor was surprisingly clean for a ten-year-old, but that could have been in part because of the memorabilia he was trying to get rid of. Taking a breath, Chad creaked the door open and stepped inside.

“Whatchya doing?”

“Pokémon.”

“Which one?”

“Violet nuzlocke.”

“Uh-huh…. What’s that mean?���

“Makes it harder.”

“And homework?”

“Reading packet.”

Chad wasn’t expecting such short answers until Lincoln was a teenager.

Though, to be fair, when he was heavily invested in his game it could be difficult to get detailed answers.

But he didn’t seem as eager playing his game as he usually did. He almost stared it like…it was a homework assignment.

Crap, he really was a mini-Taylor, wasn’t he?

He’d better just jump in.

“So what’s this about all your Frozen stuff?”

Lincoln’s eyes darted to his father ever so quickly before returning to the game. “Go away.”

Chad tapped his fingers against the door. “Them go away, or me go away?”

“Them.”

Pause.

“But you can, too.”

At least he was polite about it…?

Chad shook his head.

“Ok, we gotta talk, Link.”

He approached the middle of the room.

“Look, I know how your mom gets about spring cleaning, but don’t you think you’re going a little overboard? C’mon, I’ll help you dig through stuff. There’s gotta be something you wanna keep.”

That earned his attention. “You? Clean?”

Chad pointed at him, “Don’t push it. One time offer.”

He walked to the closet and pulled out Lincoln’s Elsa costume. “See, look at this. We can’t get rid of this. What about Comic Con? Cousin Karina got you it so you could match.”

“She can wear it.”

Sure, a twenty-something could fit into a child’s costume.

Chad quickly hung the costume back up. “What about this?” He grabbed a book off the dresser. “Frozen crossword puzzles. With Frozen-themed crayons. You wouldn’t get rid of a good puzzle book, would you?”

“It’s done. And I don’t need crayons.”

Those were sentences most ten-year-olds probably wouldn’t say.

“Ok, the book makes sense,” Chad conceded, “but what about this?” He switched the book for a card game. “Uno. C’mon, when was the last time we had a family game night?”

That only earned him a glare.

But he made his point.

Game nights did not end well in the Danforth house.

There was a reason they were banned from playing Mario Kart.

Troy was never going to let him live that one down.

“Ok, Link, I’m gonna level with you,” he sighed in defeat, “what are you doing getting rid of all your Frozen stuff?”

“Don’t need it.”

“Yeah, no kid needs this much stuff. But don’t you want it?”

Pause.

“No.”

“Link, you gotta help me out. I’m old here.”

He saw right through him.

“Kay, fine, I’m not old. Yet.”

He shook his head.

“At least explain it to me like I’m two.”

“You’re not that dumb.”

Thank you…?

“Humor me anyway.”

Sigh.

“Fine.”

He briefly set his game down and stared Chad in the eyes.

“I’m a big boy. Big boys don’t play with girl toys.”

A long pause followed.

It was the first time Chad ever heard Lincoln talk like that.

How was this any different from what Chad put Troy through back in sophomore year?

When the team cornered Troy in the locker room, and he had to vehemently deny any interest in the school musical…or Gabriella.

Obviously it had to be a ruse, right? Troy couldn’t do theater; he was the basketball guy for a reason.

Chad didn’t understand it back then. Hell, he barely even understood it until they were well into college.

He could have attributed his attitude towards his discomfort towards change. And while that may have been valid to a point, it was also a bs excuse.

Chad’s feelings weren’t the ones that mattered – Troy’s were.

And Troy just happened to enjoy singing.

Now he got to share that with a new generation at East High.

With him as the drama teacher and Chad as the gym teacher and basketball coach, it was a winning tradition like no other.

Chad had been nothing but a selfish lunkhead to ever try to stop that from happening.

Troy was a hoops dude; but he also happened to be a musical singer person.

So if Lincoln wanted to be an accountant and part time-time video game designer who happened to love Frozen….

Although Chad still had no idea how that would work….

Then he’d grow up to be an accountant and part-time video game designer who happened to love Frozen.

He wasn’t going to make the same mistake with Lincoln that he made with Troy.

He couldn’t.

“You know how Grandma keeps that pic of Michael Crawford in her refrigerator? I used to think that was pretty dumb. So when Troy auditioned for the school musical I thought, ‘dude, you’re gonna end up in my mom’s refrigerator. Stick to hoops.’ But he turned out to be pretty damn good at it. And he ended up dragging me into multiple musical shenanigans. I kept telling him, ‘bro, you don’t do musicals’. But he was smart. He didn’t listen to me.”

Lincoln scrunched his nose. “So I should stop listening to you?”

“That’s not…” Chad hit his forehead. “What I’m trying to say is, kids say stupid stuff. Don’t listen to them.”

Lincoln rolled onto his side, facing away from Chad.

Why wasn’t that sitting right?

“Link….”

No answer.

“It was kids saying stupid stuff…. Right?”

The silence said it all.

This wasn’t what he expected to walk into.

And he did not want to be in the room when Taylor let this person have it.

But that wasn’t something Lincoln needed to know about right now.

What he needed was just what Taylor said – heart.

Taking a breath, Chad sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna tell you a secret. But you gotta promise not to tell anyone. Ok?”

He gave Lincoln a moment to respond in some way, though nothing came.

“When I was little, my parents and I would take trips to New York City. Grandma would catch a Broadway show while Grandpa and I went to a basketball game. Her friend was supposed to come one year, but she bailed and left Grandma with an extra ticket. So I went with her.”

Lincoln turned his head slightly.

“It wasn’t Phantom of the Opera,” he covered quickly.

That was one musical Chad never wanted to hear from or about again.

“But it was pretty good. Ended up seeing a few other shows with her. We saw a touring show of Beauty and the Beast once…dude, that was classic.”

He took a pause.

“It made Grandma really happy, too. It gave us something to do together. And I could see why she liked it so much. Well…some of them. There were a few that were….” He shuddered.

“I thought you hated musicals,” Lincoln commented.

“I did,” Chad admitted. “I still hate some of them. But not as much as I used to. I just don’t like telling people. I don’t wanna hear ‘I told you so’ from anyone but your mother.”

The truth was, Chad did get dragged into multiple musical things against his will. And he was adamantly against it every single time. But Ryan teaching him those moves…Battle of the Bands…the senior year show…. Everyone commented how good Chad was and how much fun he was having. Maybe he was. But to say it out loud…. Nah. He was Chad ‘I Don’t Dance’ Danforth. He did those things for his friends, not because he wanted to.

But he’d by lying if he said he didn’t look forward to Troy saying he needed help with a production.

“It doesn’t make me less of a baller. Or a different person. I just learned that sometimes, there’s things I wanna share with certain people. It was my thing with Grandma. It became my thing with Karina. And now it’s my thing with you.”

He turned to face Chad fully. “What do you mean?”

“One year, when Frozen was still on Broadway, Grandma got tickets so her and Karina could see it. Grandma got sick, so I took her. We saw it on May 4th. Ever since then we did something Frozen related on May 4th. We called it, ‘May the Froze Be With You’.”

Blink.

“See, cause, it’s usually ‘May the Fourth Be With You’…”

Blink.

Chad shook his head.

“When you were two, Karina came over. You were supposed to go down for your nap while we watched Frozen but you did not want her to let you go. So you watched it with us. And we’ve been watching ever since…. And now she’s the only person in our family you don’t hate.”

“I don’t,” he giggled.

“You mean you don’t hate me yet?” Chad teased.

He rubbed Lincoln’s head. “Listen up, kiddo. There’s gonna be a lot of people who think they know stuff. And they’re gonna try to tell you you’re wrong.”

“So I should stop listening to authority?” he asked.

Chad was not opening that can of worms.

“My point is, don’t give up something you love cause of what one person said. No matter who they are. You can be whoever and whatever you want. If a girl like Skyler can play with the boys and whip their butts, a boy like you can play Frozen just as much as you play Pokémon. Anyone who thinks otherwise, that’s their problem.”

“So I don’t have to give up my stuff?” he asked.

Chad paused.

“Maybe the Uno cards.”

Lincoln sat up. “And I can really wear my costume?”

Chad scoffed. “How else are you gonna be Elsa, Pikachu and a Power Ranger in one year?”

Lincoln’s eyes lit up. “And you can also be Anna for Comic Con?”

God dammit.

He was hoping Lincoln would forget that part.

But at least he didn’t seem as distant or sad anymore.

Talking to him seemed to be exactly what he needed.

Maybe there was something to this heart to heart.

As long as he still had his kid, that was all that mattered.

There was just one minor condition Chad was not willing to let go.

“If we go next year, I’m picking my costumes.”

[woobly]

HEY BATTER, SWING . . . 최산 !

PAIRING. baseball player!san x school newspaper staffer!reader, gn!reader GENRE. high school au, fluff WARNINGS. mild cursing (not at anyone anyway), mentions of stalking, pls lmk if i missed anything! WORD COUNT. 1.1k

𓂋˚˖ A/N. helloo! this is actually my very first work, so any and every feedback is appreciated :) also definitely no hsm references haha (looks at title and runs away). for reference, wildcats refers to east high (san's & reader's school) and knights refers to west high (rival school)

“‘WILDCATS CONQUER KNIGHTS, 7-5’ or .. whatever score they get. how's that sound?”

“a bit too vague. could sound like a basketball article. or just any sport. try baseball-related words,” you huff out as you go back to the stands where your friend is seated. you reach for your bag beside them and take out the longer lens you brought. “you’re the sports writer here. you should know this by now,”

carefully, you remove the lens connected to your camera and put the new one in. “yeah, well, i just started a month ago. you’re the one who's been doing this for years now, no?”

“fine, point taken,” you say as you put the old lens back in your bag. you look over at your school’s baseball team and notice how the atmosphere seems a bit cold and tense. “must be really pressuring for the players. i’d probably be jumping around just to relieve my nerves. how come it's only now that they made a team for baseball anyway?”

“other schools have one,” your friend looks in the direction you just were and shrugs. “east high probably wanted to join competitions,”

“strike!”

you look back at the field and see the batter wiping off sweat and adjusting their grip on the bat. the other team’s pitcher seems pretty relaxed even when the scores seem pretty tight. “i should go back. can’t afford to miss anything,”

“be careful, y/n. don't get hit,”

you walk back down the stands with your camera and try to find a good angle of the batter. once you find one near where the players are seated, you sit on the dirt. thank god you wore dark clothes today, you think.

as the other team is getting ready to pitch and you are about to take a series of photos, unfortunately for you, someone walks up beside you.

“you're being really obvious for a stalker,”

“what? where did that idea come from?”

the cheers and whistles from the crowd behind make you tear your eyes off the boy who’s now got a smirk plastered on his face and on the batter who’s now standing on the first base.

“shit,”

“jung, you’re up!”

one of the guys from your school stands up and approaches the one now sitting beside you. both of them do a little handshake, so you thought they seem close. “go get ‘em,”

you don’t really talk to anyone you don’t know except when you really have to, so right now, your brain is scrambling to process the fact you missed what could’ve been a few good shots and .. whatever else is going on. “you’re distracting me. if you’re not gonna be helpful, please go back to your seat,”

“distracting you? if anything, my team should thank me later,” the boy snickers.

“for having low-quality photos on the front page of Times? sure,” you slightly mumble as you look through your viewfinder and try to take pictures of the current batter.

“strike!” you look down at your camera’s screen display and go through the photos you just took. when you notice the silence from him, you look over and see him trying to take a peek at your pictures as well.

“that’s really good, actually. i see why you’d be part of the paper,”

“but i am?”

“then why do you never go to other school events with a camera?”

“oh, i’m not really part of the photojourn section. well i used to, but our adviser made me managing editor. i’m just filling in for today because no one else is available,” you blankly watch the fielders near you while your mind ponders this conversation you are having. “wait, but does that mean you look for me in other events?”

“well- i mean- um no, i don’t. i just- i just look at the people roaming around venues with a camera sometimes, and i don’t recognize you to be one of them, so i thought-,”

"and you thought i was a stalker," despite your comment, you give him the benefit of the doubt and laugh a little at the idea of him 'just so happened' to be seeing you every time.

“okay, i’m sorry for calling you a stalker. i also just thought you guys wouldn’t show up,”

“why not? it’s our very first baseball game in, ever. i think that’s important to write about,”

“well, i’m glad you think so,” he looks at you with a small smile that doesn’t really reflect what he just said, but you don’t question it. you also don’t notice that you’re starting to study some of his features when the loud cheers burst the little bubble you two have made.

“dammit, i missed it again,”

“choi!”

the boy beside you suddenly stands up, almost losing his balance. he catches the bat thrown to him by one of his teammates and turns around to point the bat at you with a grin that makes his eyes look like crescent moons. “make sure i look good,”

you chuckle as you watch him walk away and towards the home plate. as he takes his stance, you look through the viewfinder once again. after trying to relax, he suddenly takes a look at you, forgetting to swing and unfortunately missing the pitch.

“strike!”

“last inning, cmon!” you look to where the voice came from and see the coach pacing around.

the pitcher throws the ball, and he finally swings.

“oh my god.” “it’s outta here!”

unable to catch up with the roaring cheers and the running happening in front of you, your camera ends up following the boy you were just talking to as he and the other players go around all three bases and back to the home plate.

your school’s team has jumped up from their seats and now running up to the batter who made the entire game.

“that was amazing! did you see that, y/n?” your friend who was taking notes of the game suddenly comes up to you with their notebook in hand. “i’ll take that as a yes and no. i gotta go interview some of the players, be right back."

you look at the team one last time with nothing but pride erupting in your chest and walk back to where you and your friend’s things are. you have finally decided on a few pictures you think you should submit when a shadow casts beside you. “don’t forget to ask for their names, did you get them?”

“if you wanted my name, you could’ve just asked. it’s san by the way, and i think that one’s a good photo for front page, dear editor.”

© woobly, 2022. all rights reserved.

[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Evak Fics - Sports

Any kind of sports or physical activity. Swimming. Skiing/Snowboarding. Football. Hockey. Others. I have a separate list for dance aus.

***** SWIMMING *****

Summer nights by Alwaysevak2121 (1k words) - Summer night, heat and swimming.

Sommernatt by Bewa (5.1k words) - The only thing that kept his mood up today was that it was Friday, and Even had promised him a surprise when he got home from work. Birthday.

cupid by evak1isak (5.2k words) - Isak, a water polo player and uni student, didn't think that he'd bump into his high school crush again. When he does, he wasn't expecting so much drama in his life.

from an earth to its sun by traumatic (18k words) - the entire world goes to bed normally and wakes up with glowing countdowns above their heads. No one's sure what causes the numbers to drop, only that when they hit 0, you hit the ground.

Drowning in your love by depressed_mermaid_53 (62k words) - Even is captain of the swim team. Isak and the boy squad join the team. In this universe a pool is a bigger part of their story.

Panic And Patch Me Up by intothewind (70k words) - (5/6 chapters posted) Swimmer Isak, Boxer Even and Boxer Jonas. Involves Josak. The thing with Jonas is complicated, but the thing with Even isn't making it any easier.

***** SKIING/SNOWBOARDING *****

Sprained Ankles, Netflix and Chill by Bellakitse (1.1k words) - Isak sprains his ankle while on a school ski trip, Even keeps him company in the main cabin.

Hot Chocolate and Snow Angels by GayaIsANerd (1.2k words) - Isak hates skiing. There’s nothing deep or traumatic about it, he just hates skiing.

Suck My Board Bitch by nyicris (1.3k words) - When Isak and Even go on a ski trip to Switzerland with their squad, they meet another LGBT couple. They don’t get competitive. At all. E!Online Poll AU + henrik’s extra ass (wow this brings back a lot of memories!)

From A Safe Distance by MinilocIsland (1.4k words) - Isak hasn't bothered to watch skiing for years. Or, so he claims. Even knows him too well not to sense the truth.

The First Noel by colazitron (1.9k words) - Even's parents have a cabin in Hemsedal where the family traditionally spends Christmas. This year, Isak's coming with.

Just Kids When We Fell In Love by wyoheartsmusic (5k words) - Isak and Even go to university 3000 km away from each other. Luckily, it's Christmas break and they had the brilliant idea to go on a cabin trip together.

Shred by Jules1398 (23k words) (SERIES, 2 FICS) - There were two versions of Isak Valtersen. The first Isak was the one that his friends knew. The second Isak, the real Isak, was trans, gay, and then there was his five year-old son, Adrian. Keeping the two Isaks separate wasn't that difficult. At least, not until he saw Even again.

Cabins, Coziness and Conspiracies by evakuality (24k words) - Isak and Even have to share a bed, their friends are strangely obsessed with their lives and things are not exactly as they might appear. Cabin ski trip.  

My Very Personal Ski Trainer by Crazyheart (28k words) - Sana has invited Even and her other friends to a Holiday cabin trip, and Even needs to get in shape so that he can beat his buddies in Sana’s planned ski race.

Different, but same by Crazyheart (31k words) - Isak and Even had broken up almost a year ago, and Even was devastated. He tried to get over it and went on a ski holiday with Yousef and Elias. He met a guy that looked like Isak, except his dark, buzz cut hair, well trained body and rough, charismatic personality. The fact that he called himself Markus Simensen was even more confusing... Even started to doubt who the guy was but of course... he had to be Isak.

***** FOOTBALL *****

Norway. A Summer's Tale by wyoheartsmusic (7k words) - Isak, as the first openly gay footballer and newly recruited teammate on Norway's National Squad, travels to Russia for the FIFA World Cup 2018

Chapter 3 of take me into your loving arms by diminuendodaydream (955 words) - The Pat is a hug that is all about friendship and camaraderie.

Take Me As I Am by givemesumaurgravy (9.9k words) -  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.

Hail Mary Pass by thekardemomme (20k words) - the term hail mary pass has become generalized to refer to any last-ditch effort with little chance of success. sleeping with isak valtersen until time starts running out is what causes even to realize just how vital these passes can be. American football

i didn't mean to kiss you (you didn't mean to fall in love) by shadesofcool (24k words) - football/cheerleader au with not much football and cheerleading because i(the writer) only know the basics

If You Love Me, If You Hate Me by MacksDramaticShenanigans (44k words) - (9/11 chapters posted) Isak could be chill. He was the chillest. He was a mature, reasonable adult that was perfectly capable of controlling his emotions. Not even Even could ruin that.

we've made it this far, kid by everythingislove (straykid) (60k words) - Isak is just trying to raise his nephew as best he can with the help of his best friends. He doesn't expect to fall for Felix's gorgeous football coach along the way.

And at night I dream of golden curls and pink hair bands by Zabn (80k words) - WIP. Last update Oct 2019. Even swore himself to never get involved with a football player ever again, but then he meets Isak...

***** HOCKEY *****

it started with a kiss by pansexuaIeven (1.8k words) - Chris surprises Isak with tickets to a hockey game. Things don't work out as planned, but maybe they still end up okay in the end.

"So, it was you?" by Julieseven (2.4k words) - Isak is an amateur hockey player and Even kind of falls for him from afar

Checking From Behind by DickAnderton (156k words) - Isak is to captain his hockey team this season which means he has to somehow learn to cooperate with the newest addition to their team: Even Bech Næsheim.

Checking From Behind. 2809. by DickAnderton (102k words) - Sequel.  Isak has been drafted to potentially play hockey for the KHL in Helsinki. Even is soon going to face his abusive coach in court. 

***** OTHERS *****

Seriøst? by CiaraSky (716 words) - Isak and Even go ice skating.

Fireworks by multifeelings (1k words) - Just how a baseball game brings two boys together in a different way than you may think.

powerslide by evak1isak (1.6k words) - Summer is boring and Jonas teaches Isak how to skate. And at the park, Isak meets Even.

Brunch Dates and Basketball by waitineedaname (2.5k words) - In which Sana and Yousef host a double date with Isak and Even. Basketball 

Flying High by colazitron (3k words) - Isak Valtersen has announced his retirement from the quidditch pitch and, ahead of his last World Cup, sits down for an interview with Magical Norway's quidditch correspondent Even Bech Næsheim.

Off the Backboard. by Samanthaa23 (3.8k words) - Isak and Even meet for the first time during a basketball game between Bakka and Nissen. They don't meet again until 5 years later at a charity basketball game.

Beer Pongs and Mistletoes by yllawonders (5.2k words) - Then somehow they ended up arm wrestling and this time Even won’t pretend to lose because Isak thinks he is a tough guy when he knows and he will prove it today that he is in fact, a big fat softie.

the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes by ikerestrella (5.9k words) - Set six months after the events of Season 3. They are on a hiking trip, and Isak definitely did not get them lost in the woods. 

Slippery Slope by Laika_the_husband (11k words) - the guys wrestle in sun oil and the Balloon squad shows up.

scarves of red tied 'round their throats by puddingandpie (15k words) - The last time Isak saw Even, he was sweaty and naked underneath him, only to pack up and leave the next morning. Now, they're together at the Winter Olympics, a coincidence which was never going to be a coincidence considering Isak was well aware of the profession that Even was in as well. Figure skating, snowboarding, hockey, skiing...  

Head Over Heels by LostInAdmiration (46k words) - Isak wished for the hundredth time that his stupid friends could just be normal so that he could go home and bundle himself in his duvet and re-watch Breaking Bad again, instead of spending all of his spare time outside in a pathetic excuse for a skate park.

Breaking Free (Outta the Closet) by valtersass (58k words) - (11/12 chapters posted) Isak, the popular captain of the basketball team, and Even, the brainy and beautiful member of the academic club, break all the rules of Hartvig Nissen society when they secretly audition for the leads in the school's musical. HSM au

Next to you, is where I call home by LostInAdmiration (101k words) - “Why don’t you start track too? You’d be a good sprinter, I’m sure you’d do great,” suggested Isak. Isak wasn’t entirely sure why he asked - he mostly liked being alone and he barely knew Even - but there was just something about Even that had drawn Isak to him.

The trip to you by charlyflowers (148k words) - Isak hates Even. He hates him with all his heart. What a pity the art class is also coming to the trip to Germany. Volleyball.

To Proudly Bleed These Colors From My Veins by Evensleftbigtoe_91 (164k words) - WIP. Last updated Aug 2019. Mixed martial artist Isak's dream is to feel the weight of a UFC Title Belt across his waist. But Isak has a long and difficult path in front of him. (I haven't had the chance to read this yet so I'm not sure if Evak is the main or endgame pair. But this fic sounds really cool.)