#“yeah we both seen birthmark on my dick”

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let them go - part one | j.t.

a/n: so i literally just binged the entirety of titans in like two weeks and surprise surprise i got too emotionally attached to jason todd. sorry for the hiatus, life kind of blew up for a little bit and i lost all motivation to write, but i hope you enjoy this and my future works :D 

It was a mystery as to why you had been born with the powers that you did. All anyone knew is that you came out of the womb with ash colored hair and blue eyes that matched the icy cold nature of your skin. The doctors had brushed it off as an odd birthmark, they had seen worse before. So you were sent home to the perfect little suburb your parents lived in. Your life was normal for the first five years.

But neighbors began to question as to why frost was creeping up their windows in the middle of summer. In order to avoid any conflict, your parents packed up and moved to none other than Gotham City. The place where people like you could slip into the shadows without being noticed at all. 

That was years ago now, though, and that was before the night your parents were murdered in the middle of your apartment. The night that you fled Gotham without a second thought. The night you showed up at Dick Grayson’s doorstep with frost covering the sidewalk behind you. You were one of the few people who knew Dick was Robin, but that was a different story for another day. 

Dick treated you like a little sibling. He always had, and that was the way your life was for a few months. He would go to work at the police department while you sat at home and attended school on the computer. You were hesitant to go to a “normal” school. All you had ever known was the Gotham school system, and everyone knew it was complete shit. It was rare that you would actually learn something there. Often the school day was clogged with fights and... other activities teenagers of Gotham did. 

That was until Rachel Roth showed up. 

The next few days were a blur, but now you were walking into one of Batman’s many safe houses with an alien, a girl who seemed to have a demon inside of her, and a boy who could turn into a fucking tiger at a moment’s notice. Of course it was just another day in the life of the small group you were now a part of. When you first showed up on Dick’s doorstep this was the last place you expected to be. 

You were nearly floored when you saw the unfamiliar face in the living room of the safe house. He had to have been one of the most attractive people you had ever met. 

“Who are your friends?” The mysterious boy asked, a beer in his band. Dick immediately responded,

“Not important.”

“Who is he?” You questioned with a small smile as you approached him. You could feel Dick burning holes into the back of your head with the stare only an older brother could have.

“Not important.” 

The next minute was a blur of your little group going back and forth with the boy, who you now knew as Jason, and what he exactly was doing with Dick. Then Gar pointed out the new briefcase that held the infamous Robin suit in it. That was when it was discovered that Jason Todd was in fact the new Robin. You couldn’t stop the snort from leaving your lips.

“What, does Bruce keep you fuckers in a spare room in the Batcave? Already in spandex and spedos?” There was a bright smile on your lips, but it was clear that Jason was a bit surprised you actually knew Batman’s true identity. It was a well guarded secret. “Um, Dick and I have known each other for years. I haven’t told anyone about Bruce, don’t worry.”

There was a few moments of silence before everyone went their separate ways to do whatever. Dick with Kory, Gar with Rachel. Somehow you found yourself sitting on the couch with Jason and a beer in your hand. 

“So,” Jason broke the silence, “how did you get involved with Dick?” There was a certain tone to his voice that made your cheeks flush with heat, a rare occurrence for your constantly icy skin.

“It’s not like that, you know. Dick is like a brother to me. Besides, I have a thing against dating guys with daddy issues.” A laugh left Jason’s lips in response to your joke. This laugh was accompanied with a flirtatious look from the boy, to which you rolled your eyes with a scoff.

“That includes you, Boy Wonder. You’re Robin so you’re bound to have some shit going on. Isn’t that like Bruce’s whole thing? Taking in tortured young boys and training them to be little soldiers. I mean I will give it to him, he trained Dick to be one hell of a fighter. Did you know that he keeps his throwing knives by his bed? I wouldn’t recommend trying to wake him up with water to the face.” 

Before the two of you got the chance to finish the conversation, or the beer, Dick came asking for Jason’s help with something. And so you were alone on the couch with a lukewarm beer and a new kind of warmth in your chest that had never been there before. You hadn’t noticed Kory leaning against the doorway that lead into the living room, a shit eating grin on her lips. 

“So, a thing against guys with daddy issues?” You rolled your eyes and quickly stood up from the couch.

“You’re the one fucking the bird, not me.” It was in reference to Kory and Dick’s night at the motel. The walls were paper thin. You had your own shit-eating grin on your face as you walked past the woman. 

After a few hours of watching whatever was on the tv with Rachel and Gar, the two Robins returned with minor injuries. It was a sort of ritual between you and Dick for you do help clean whatever wounds he had at the end of a particularly rough night at the police department. It was therapeutic for the both of you. So, you two were sat on the sterile tile floors of the bathroom and you were cleaning the busted lip he had in silence.

“So, how old is Jason? He can’t be as old as you or Kory, right?” 

“No, you’re not going to do anything with him.” Dick said simply between dabs at his bloodied lip. Another eye roll came from you, as well as a laugh and a gentle punch to his shoulder.

“I’m not going to, asshole. I was just curious. I know Bruce likes to take in young boys who need help, so I’m assuming that he can’t be more than, what, 19?”

Dick sighed and shifted away from you. He leaned against the cabinet in silence for a minute before he spoke. “He’s your age, he was picked up by Bruce about a year ago after he tried to take the Batmobile’s hubcaps.” You simply nodded in reply before standing up from the floor, first aid kit in hand.

“I’m going to make sure Jason’s alright. Hearing stories from you, I doubt he’s ever had anyone to clean his wounds beside Alfred. Much less someone his own age.” Dick gave you a curt nod of approval, not that you needed it, and with that you were leaving the bathroom and beginning to search through the condo for Jason.

You never were able to find him that night, but the next morning he was sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal and a black eye. You took the seat next to him once you had gotten your coffee. “Do you need ice or something? That looks pretty rough.”

“No, it’ll be fine. But I’m sure a kiss would make it feel better.” He looked at you with a grin and a wink. A snort left your lips as you rolled your eyes for what felt like the tenth time that weekend.

“Yeah, nice try. You’re not getting in my pants that easily.” You patted his shoulder gently.

And that was the last you had spoken to him until you left the safe house in search of Rachel’s mother. Jason was going back to Gotham, and you assumed that you would never see him again. The group had gone over the plan to get into the asylum that her mother was being held in, and it was supposed to be an easy mission. In and out. So with the tactile suit you had in the go bag you had brought with you on your body and your nerves at an all time high, you leaned against the doorway between the exit hallway and the living room.

“So, I suppose this is goodbye, Boy Wonder.” Your voice was much softer than it normally was, but Jason Todd put a warmth in your chest that made you softer than normal. 

“I suppose it is, but you never know. Stranger things have happened.” There was the same flirtatious grin that had been there the other night. 

“Stranger things have. But, I doubt I’ll be going back to Gotham any time soon. I left that place behind and I swore never to go back. And I’m sure if Bruce finds you anywhere but Gotham he’ll have your head on a spike.” You pushed yourself off of the door frame and walked over to him. “I may have a rule against dating guys with daddy issues, but if you keep trying I won’t stop you.”

With that you slipped a piece of paper into his hand, your phone number written on it. 

“Until we meet again, Boy Wonder.” 

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Ziam writers in this fandom need a lot of love, just like our larry writers, so here is our first Ziam fic rec! The theme of this fic rec is Friends to Lovers!

Please show these authors some extra love and leave a kudos, and even a comment if you have the time. It’s important we also give the newer, unknown authors a chance so they keep having motivation to write more amazing stories for us all to read <3

Fools, and Worthless Liars. by aliceninetyfive I 115K I Haunted hotel, winter

Louis and Liam decide to go work a winter season in a snow resort in the Alps during their gap year. They get placed in Austria, where they meet a bunch of familiar faces including Zayn, Harry, Niall and various others you're bound to recognise doing the same thing!

Featuring our old favourites angst, pining, self discovery, ot5, and a side helping of a haunted hotel & gorgeous alpine scenery.

Compartment 451 by ziamhaze I 88K I Harry Potter universe

Zayn’s a muggleborn wizard whose parents leave him to fend for himself once he’s made aware of his magical abilities. The Payne’s are an open minded wizarding family, who take him in and provide the boy with a loving home before he and their overly excited son Liam, go off to Hogwarts for the first time. Liam introduces Zayn to the wonderful world of magic, while Zayn teaches the pureblood about a way of life he’s never known. Somewhere between laser tag tutorials and petting Hebridean Black dragons, Zayn falls for the newly appointed Head Boy, but his three other nonconforming friends aren’t about to let the Ravenclaw go through his last year of school without letting Liam in on his feelings once and for all.

Money Moves by mmaree I 74K I Fake Relationship I Boss/Employee

“I’ll cut straight to the chase,” Liam announces. He leans forward, and Zayn is met with steely eyes and steepled fingers. “I’m willing to offer you fifty grand if you’ll enter into a small…partnership with me. This would be in addition to your salary at Payne Innovations, of course. Think of it as a bonus.”

Zayn narrows his eyes. “What kind of partnership?”

“A fake engagement.”

“Oh,” Zayn says, relieved it’s nothing illegal. “Wait—what?”

“A fake engagement,” his boss repeats slowly, as if he’s convinced Zayn’s comprehension skills are significantly lacking. “For six months. Maybe less if I can pull it off sooner but don’t worry—you’ll be paid the full sum regardless of how long it takes.”

Zayn’s suspicious, and he doesn’t even know why. There’s nothing to be suspicious of because, clearly, Liam’s lost the plot. Zayn’s having a conversation with a complete nutter. There’s no other reasonable explanation.

He clears his throat, searches Liam’s eyes for a sign he's taking the piss. “How long what takes?”

A smile plays at Liam’s lips. “For me to be hired as the CTO at Titan Technologies.”

Half A Heart by ginger_with_a_black_cat I 68K I Friends with Benefits

Zayn is an English student who doesn't want to fall in love because his biggest fear is to get hurt again. Liam is a resident bad boy and everyone's wet dream on the outside, but in the inside he's a secret even to himself. Harry's Liam's best friend with a secret of his own. Louis likes to party hard, get drunk and get everyone in trouble but everybody loves him nonetheless. And then, there's Niall, who's the youngest of them all, but still has the most brains and keeps them all in order all while being in love with an impossible girl.

Or where Zayn gets hit in the head by his own actions, Liam finds himself falling for an idiot, Harry gets dragged out of the closet by the love of his life, Louis wants Harry and only Harry and Niall just wants all of them to get their shit together, so he can get his own life back.

and you take me the way i am by orphan_account I 54K I Fake Relationship

It’s incredibly relaxing, even in this small space, the way they’ve always been. Such a distraction that he doesn’t think, not for once, about agreeing to lie to his family and Zayn pretending to be his date and how easy all of this might be.

(Liam needs a date to a wedding. His family loves to match him up with blind dates. He doesn't want that. He needs a date... and, well, why not Zayn. Pretending to be boyfriends for a weekend isn't the worst idea he supposes. Liam is horribly wrong.)

some moments are rare by orphan_account I 46K I Uni au

The city blinks awake outside but Zayn falls asleep with his nose pressed to Liam’s coffee-stain of a birthmark.

(or, alternatively: Zayn is spending a summer studying aboard; thirty days across Europe, with his best mate by his side. It's always been like this ― Zayn and Liam. And he's always been a bit daft about love, or the fact that Liam's always been in love with him. It's all a bit of a mess, actually.)

Just As Fast, Twice As Dangerous by lightswoodmagic I 45K I Superpowers

When he realised it was only him and Liam in the hallway, he felt safe enough to drop his shield. Oh. Lovely. Liam was emanating affection and fondness, his primary emotions filled with warmth and love. Zayn let himself bask in it, how it would feel to be loved by Liam. He knew Liam loved him, but he wasn’t in love with him; Zayn had felt that emotion too many times to count, and this just wasn’t it. He dug slightly deeper, could feel that Liam was excited and nervous, and when he hit a wall Liam had built himself, he dropped back. He wasn’t supposed to know everything.

Or, Zayn's a normal student by day, and a superhero by night. When a mysterious man seems to target him at the same time a natural disaster strikes, Zayn has to figure out a way to save the day, protect his heart, and convince the boys he's not a vigilante all at the same time.

down the vista of years by ohthathurt I 30K I Time Travel

Zayn whispered, “So where do we go from here?”

Liam shrugged, seemingly lost in thought. Then he smiled down at his boyfriend, “Forward?”

Zayn smiled serenely, eyes twinkling like gold in the sun seeping through the open windows.

He nodded, “Forward.”

Just the two of us and a cute little cup of cyanide by orphan_account I 17K I Accidental Marriage

“I definitely need something alcoholic if I’m going to watch my two best mates divorce,” Niall says, yanking a top over his head.

“We’re not actually married,” Liam says, with slightly more force than intended. “It was an accident. Obviously I wouldn’t ever get married to Zayn if I was sober, that’s fucking ridiculous.”

The bathroom door opens suddenly and Zayn stands there in nothing but a towel, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Liam opens his mouth to say something but Zayn holds up his hand, shaking his head. “You don’t need to be a dick about it, Liam. This isn’t exactly how I envisioned my first marriage going either.”

Or an I-accidentally-married-my-best-mate-in-Vegas fic, where Liam's completely oblivious, Zayn's completely in love, Harry's had enough, Louis plays mediator and Niall just wants his best friends to be with each other.

i'm watching you run from the sidelines by thebeehive I 17K I 

“One week,” Zayn cajoled. “C’mon Leeyum. After one week if you hate it that much, you can go. But just stay one week.”

“In Pennsylvania. On your farm. In the middle of nowhere.”

Liam looked at his phone, but it held no answers. Zayn couldn’t be serious. Liam hadn’t stopped traveling the world after the band went on hiatus. He never stopped. Dubai one week, London the next, and then L.A. It didn’t really matter where, as long as he kept moving. But he missed Zayn, missed his former band mate. His former friend. He hadn’t seen him in person in years. And it couldn’t be that bad, on a farm, could it?

Liam sighed. “Fine. A week. But your wifi better be fucking spectacular, mate.”

{Or, Zayn invites Liam to his farm for a week to help him relax. Things don’t go as planned.}

fooled around and fell in love by tachycardia I 15K I Fake Relationship

“I have a proposal - a proposition,” Liam corrects quickly. “For you.”

Liam and Zayn pretend to be engaged.

a river flows so surely to the sea by kettering I 14K I Uni au

It’s August, not a cloud in the sky, and two boys who’ve been smitten with each other for going on a decade are tying the knot.

get a little bit nervous by louistomlinsons I 14K I 

Liam goes to say something, probably something dumb, but he chokes on his spit, coughing loudly. The man in front of him is one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen in his life; he’s got thick eyelashes that fan out and frame his dark eyes and tanned unblemished skin. Liam forgets all of his previous thoughts.

“You okay, mate?” he asks, concern filtering into his voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” Liam says, still choking and coughing. “Sorry.”

“We all reacted the same way we saw Zayn for the first time,” Niall says from next to him, laughter evident in his tone. “He’s a god, isn’t he?”

or, ziam farmer's market au where liam, louis, and niall work at the produce stand, harry and zayn work at the bakery stand, and nobody's straight

Tell me tomorrow (I'll wait by the window for you) by orphan_account I 13K

“You’re, like, beautiful,” Liam says, and it’s said so earnestly and with such conviction that Zayn can hardly believe that they don’t know each other in real life. “God, I’m cacking it now.”

“Don’t,” Zayn says shyly. “We’re both people, it… it will be what it will.”

“Can’t wait,” Liam says softly. “I’m nervous, yeah, but I really can’t fucking wait.”

“Me neither,” Zayn grins. “Less than seventeen hours to go now, babe.”

Or a Gavin and Stacey AU where Zayn pines, Liam's nervous, Louis's loud, Harry's a little odd and Niall just loves an omelette.

This Is Somethin' Real by lightswoodmagic I 5K I 

Zayn had felt it before, felt the hope and the possibility of something brewing, but where he usually pushed it down, he let it consume him now, let it take over everything until he was swinging his feet and grinning when Niall finally walked through the door.

“Lads!”

“Nialler!” Louis shouted, wrapping him up in a hug.

“How is everyo – woah, why are you so happy?” he asked Zayn, cackling when Zayn kicked out at him.

“He’s going to tell Payno he’s in love with him tonight, that’s why,” Louis explained, and Zayn saw Harry’s nose scrunch as he smiled.

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[thesurielships]

Can you grow your penis

of penis ovens and bodily paints

note: I’m hoping this was a feysand prompt hahahaha. I’m sorry it’s late, but it was a rather tough one. (sorry for all the other unanswered asks, too. I hope I’ll get to them soon)

note 2: this is not nsfw lol

Word count: 1.9k

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“Sir, I hate to rush you but there are customers waiting at the door. If you would please order…”

“I’m sorry for taking up this seat, madam. But as I have already told you, I am waiting for my date.”

She smiled. It was the fakest smile Rhys had ever seen. “Your… date,” he did not miss the meaningful pause, “is more than two hours late.”

His smile was just as forced when he said: “Then I am sure she’ll be here any moment now.”

The waitress sighed, and Rhysand felt a little guilty. She was only doing her job, and he knew how hard it was to deal with customers. However, he would have preferred a night of dealing with rude customers to his current predicament.

His blind date hadn’t shown up.

Rhysand Highlord Night had been stood up.

He stared at the chandelier hanging over his head and chuckled dryly. The most romantic restaurant he’d ever been to, and that’s where he got stood up. It was ironic, really. The only reason he’d even agreed to this cursed date was because it was his family’s not-so-subtle attempt to help him “get some”.

“Dip your wick,” Mor had told him with a wink as he’d left their house earlier.

“Drop your anchor,” Cassian had added with a shit-eating grin, slapping him on the back.

He supposed he only had himself to blame for following their plans. Mor’s friend was probably as gay as her, anyway.

“Rhys? Is that you?”

It took him a few tries to blink away the light stinging his eyes. Then a few more to believe the apparition before him was not just a figment of his desperate, lonely imagination. “Feyre?”

“Thank the Cauldron,” she said with a relieved smile. “I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me.”

“Not recognize the girl who painted my hair blue?”

She rolled her eyes. “I see now that I shouldn’t have worried.”

He laughed, pleased at the unexpected direction his evening had taken. He gestured to the seat across from him. “Feyre of the Fey, would you care to join me?”

She shook her head in amusement. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“On what?”

“I overheard you with the waitress. Aren’t you on a date?”

He averted his gaze towards the orchestra on the other side of the room. “I’m here alone.”

He could see her frown from the corner of his eye.

“Rhysand of the Night Court,” she enunciated slowly. “Are you telling me you just got stood up?”

He finally met her eyes. “She didn’t want to date a High Lord. Too demanding, she said.”

“Ah,” Feyre said, smile growing as she sat. “Can’t say I blame her.”

“But I blame you for this title.”

She raised her hands in defense. “It wasn’t my fault. The universe had spoken. I was merely the vessel.”

They stared at each other, lips twitching, before collapsing into laughter.

“How do you come up with this stuff?”

“Honestly? No idea. Something about you just… sets my imagination on fire.”

His smile turned suggestive and she rolled her eyes, though he didn’t fail to notice the blush that stained her cheeks the loveliest shade of pink.

“Arrogant prick.”

“Feyre darling, I must say your imagination hasn’t improved much since our middle school days.”

She smirked. “You’d be surprised.”

The waitress appeared then. “I see your date has arrived, sir.”

Maybe it was meeting someone from his preteen days, maybe it was the absence of fucks he had left after an embarrassing evening, but Rhysand desperately wanted to say “told you so”.

Feyre didn’t miss a beat. “So sorry, madam. I got held up. Rhysand darling went through all this trouble for our 55th day anniversary, and I wanted to do something special from him.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I got a Brazilian wax. He just loves licking chocolate off me and Cauldron knows there is nothing worse than chocolate flavored - ”

“YES, MADAM,’ the red faced waitress positively yelled. “I will get your menus now,” she finished in a quieter, all be it strangled voice, looking anywhere but them.

Rhys lifted one eyebrow. “I take it back. Your imagination has evolved wonderfully.”

“An adult imagination to suit my adult needs,” she quipped back, eyes dancing. Was she… flirting?

“It doesn’t have to be imaginary, darling. I’m an adult too, and I can meet all your adult needs.”

Her pupils flared at the seductive tone he’d used and he was hooked.

“So,” her voice was husky, “Rhysand.” She drew out the sand, and he knew she hadn’t used his favored nickname on purpose. “There is a question I’ve wanted to ask you all these years.”

He looked at her expectantly, his heart giving a little twinge as she leaned a bit closer, her blue eyes catching the light of the chandelier hanging above them. This was starting to feel too much like a date, and his heart was behaving accordingly. A date with Feyre… many sleepless nights had gone on planning that fantastical event. He’d always imagined it was like hanging out with Santa, or world peace. Easy to imagine, almost impossible to accomplish.

The waitress was once again at their side, further delaying Feyre’s fateful question. She put a glass of champagne in front of both of them, quietly muttering on the house, before rushing away from them.

Feyre’s eyes hadn’t left Rhysand’s.

“Can you grow your penis?”

Rhys was glad they hadn’t ordered their food yet. He was sure he would have choked on his dinner and/or spit it at her otherwise. “Excuse me?”

Feyre laughed. It sounded better than the music played by the orchestra. “I suppose that’s a no?”

He just looked at her, too dumbfounded to answer. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. So he decided to indulge in her beauty. He drank in her rosy cheeks, her crinkled eyes, how her drink swirled in the glass she held loosely in her hand as she shook with laughter.

She finally quieted down, though her smile was bright. She put down her champagne and wiped her tears with a napkin. “Don’t you remember?”

Rhysand only shook his head, smiling, too.

“Do you remember the day it was snowing, and we begged our PE teacher to let us play hide-and-seek?”

“Oh yes, I remember hiding in the janitor’s closet.”

Feyre nodded excitedly. “Yes! And I hid in the abandoned rooftop, even though we weren’t even supposed to leave the gym. Because it was snowing, school ended early; but since no one found us, we didn’t know.”

“Yeah, I remember that. The janitor’s closet was dark, and the hallway was so quiet. It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.”

She blinked in surprise. “Really? You told me you had been meditating!”

“I wasn’t about to tell the most beautiful girl in school that I had yelped when a broom fell on my head, was I?”

“You - ” Feyre stopped mid-sentence, realising what he’d said. “You thought I was the most beautiful girl in school?”

Rhysand kept his face blank. “It was a widely agreed upon opinion.”

Feyre shook her head. “No, it really wasn’t.”

Rhysand felt himself flush. He was willing to do anything to change the subject. So he asked a question he never thought he would.

“So, what were you saying about my penis?”

Feyre stared at him a moment longer, before looking away with a small smile. She cleared her throat and leaned her head against her hand as she said, “When the bell didn’t ring at 6 o’clock, I went to class. Only your bag was left. I figured I’d search for you. I thought you’d be in the old bathroom by the staircase, for some reason. It was just my luck that you stumbled out of the janitor’s closet as I passed it.”

Rhysand laughed under his breath. “Sure. It was luck.”

“What?”

“I remember how the night went from there. We found out that we got locked in and our cells had no reception. We had to stay there until someone noticed our absence. We played twenty questions, and I discovered that you had a star shaped birthmark beneath your collarbone that you always tried to hide. That you didn’t like meat in general but would kill for a hot dog. That you wanted your first kiss to be on the winter solstice, the day you were born.”

Feyre gaped at him. “You remember all of that?”

“And more. I’m just keeping it for future blackmail,” he said in an attempt to hide the obvious crush he’d had on her.

“And somehow you forgot about the penis thing.”

A shrug. “I have a selective memory.”

“Well, I asked you what superpower you would like to have. It was my first question after what’s your favorite color, and I figured it was a nice way to ease into the game. I expected flying or fire bending or some other common answer, but instead I got –” she trailed off as she started laughing again.

Rhysand was beginning to guess how the story ended.

“You said: I wish I could grow my penis. You know, like in Back to the Future 2 when they put a small pizza in the microwave, and it came out triple-sized? Something like that, but for dicks.”

Rhysand was sure he was blushing. How stupid he had been.

“In the years after that, I always looked at the newspapers and wondered, did Rhysand revolutionize the world yet?”

He could only stare.

“Sometimes, when I got drunk and started feeling sorry for myself, I remembered you and thought: at least my dick is not so small that I need a triple-sizing dick microwave.”

Rhysand was torn between reveling in her laughter and wanting the earth to swallow him whole.

“Well, that’s rich, coming from the girl who wanted her body to secrete paint instead of the physiological fluids.”

Feyre’s smile melted off her face. “You remember that?”

“I told you.” He smirked. “I have a selective memory.”

“I feel like the chosen one,” she said sarcastically.

“Because you are, Feyre of the Fey.”

“The chosen one?”

“Yes.”

“Of what?”

“Of the Fey.”

She tapped her finger against her chin, contemplating. “I have no interest in being chosen by the Fey population. I would much rather have the attention of a High Lord.”

“Did you have a particular one in mind?” Rhys drawled.

Feyre’s eyes dropped to his lips. “I am open to suggestions.”

The waitress chose that exact moment again to reappear. “I am sorry to interrupt your 55th day anniversary…  moment…  of the year. But you haven’t ordered yet.”

“I want triple-sized meat,” Feyre declared with a salacious smile.

“I want my chocolate treat,” Rhys said with an even dirtier grin. “But lasagna bolognese will do for now.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Guys, you do know this is a vegan restaurant, right?”

Feyre stood up, and only then did Rhys notice that she was wearing a dark blue dress that hugged her in all the right places. His eyes took the long way to her face.

The hunger he found there made him stand up as well.

Feyre’s smirk told him she knew where his eyes, and mind, had been. “I think I’ll go have my meat elsewhere.”

“And my chocolate.”

Rhys bowed as he extended a hand to Feyre.  Feyre ran her fingers over his forearm before placing her hand in the crook of his elbow. They strode to the doors, ignoring the waitress’s shocked little squeaks.

“Time to put that penis of yours in its rightful oven,” Feyre whispered in his ear.

Really, this was turning out to be one of the best evenings Rhys had ever had.

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[imagineiero]

little bird

Your best friend Frank questions his sexuality - Friends to Lovers AU.  (Smut Warning!)  Era: Revenge!Frank

“Hey Y/N?” Frank spoke softly, you could tell he hadn’t been paying attention to the movie for a while, he’d spaced out in thought and you’d been sneaking glances at him for the last half hour “How did you know you were bi?”

“Um.. well, I just realised I liked guys and girls” You shrugged nonchalantly “I was probably 14 when I realised for real but I’d had little crushes on both since I was a kid really”

“I just-.. I was with Gee for so long..” Frank sighed “..-and we were so young when we first got together I think that maybe I didn’t really give it much thought, I was just too busy chasing him”

Frank was 21 now, you both were - you’d met at one of his shows a few years back and hit it off instantly and he’d quickly become your best friend, you were inseparable to the point where you’d happily let him move in with you when he broke up with his boyfriend Gee. They’d been a cute couple, childhood sweethearts who’d grown up together but drifted when Gee started his final year of Art college, you’d all remained friends - it was an amicable split and you were glad for Frank’s sake if anything.

“Well, did you like any girls when you were growing up?” You ask, turning your attention away from the film and focusing solely on him, sat with his back against the headboard of his bed

“I guess-.. I mean, sure I thought girls were pretty and all but.. I don’t know, I just always liked Gee-.. ever since I could remember he’d been Mikey’s dorky big brother” he smiled fondly

“Well how about recently, I mean-.. you’ve been single for a while now.. any girls take your fancy, or guys for that matter?”

“Hm.. that guy at the coffee shop the other day was kinda cute I guess” Frank shrugged, looking thoughtful “and-..” he trailed off, chewing on his lower lip

“and?” You tilt your head, coaxing a blush from him as he finally revealed “Well.. there’s this one girl, I guess..”

“Yeah?” You perk up, finally getting somewhere “Tell me about her, what’s her name?”

“I can’t say her name” He shook his head instantly, eyes wide

“Okay..” You smirk, tugging him down so you’re both side by side on the pillows - the movie long forgotten in the background “So tell me about her, what you think about her”

Frank thought for a moment, pursing his lips “She’s real pretty, and smart.. uh.. she makes me laugh..” he smiles shyly as he lists off her qualities “She’s fun to be around, makes me happy..”

“Okay-..” You nod, thinking it over “Well.. I guess you could think of friends like that too so I don’t know if it mean you’re bisexual, Frank-..”

“But what about-..” He clamps his mouth shut, shutting his eyes momentarily before continuing “Don’t laugh but.. I er.. think of her a lot when I’m.. y’know-..alone” he emphasises the ‘alone’ with an eyebrow raise but you decide to drag it out a bit more, embarrass him a little

“Oh yeah?” You hum “What sort of things do you think about, Frankie-boy?”

“I can’t tell you that!” He scoffs, blushing furiously as he covers his face with his arms

“Come on!” You tease, tugging his arms away “I’m trying to help you here, tell me what you think about”

Frank sighs defeated, glancing at you for a second before laying on his back and closing his eyes with a long exhale “I swear to God you’re lucky you’re my best friend” He groans “If you repeat any of what I’m about to say to anyone I’ll fucking kill you”

“Oh the deep, dark mind of Frank Iero..” You sigh dreamily, receiving a backhanded slap to your thigh as you chuckle, laying down next to him on your back “Okay, spill it, Iero”

“Okay.. because this isn’t awkward at all-..” he snickers, biting his lip as he composes himself “Right well.. I mean obviously I think about her body and stuff..”

“Yeah but like, in general or specifics?”

“Does it matter? I’m thinking about a girls body with my dick in my hand is that not enough for you bisexuals?” he laughs childishly

“God, Frank.. I never took you as a shy boy-..” You tease, knowing that it’ll only spur him on and damn, you’re interested now, you kind of want to hear the inner workings of Frank’s mind.

“You’re insatiable” He groans loudly “Fine, I er.. I like her hips.. they’re all curvy and.. yeah.. and-.. she’s got these red panties that she sometimes wears and I like those too-..”

“You’ve seen her panties?” You snort, making him laugh

“I’m not like a fucking creep!” He defends “I could see the waistband when her shirt rode up”

“Yeah? What else?” You push, you can’t help but think that you have a pair of red panties that you like to wear but no, it can’t be you.. a lot of girls have red panties..

“Her skin’s real smooth” He explains “Like, I don’t know-.. soft and-.. feels nice, y’know?”

“You’ve touched her, you weirdo?” You laugh, bringing yet another snort from him “Should we inform her about restraining orders, Frankie?”

“I’ve hugged her!” He laughs, bringing his hands up to his face “and like, I don’t know-.. held her hand and stuff.. I don’t go out there touching up random girls, Y/N!”

“Are you sure that’s all there is Frankie?” You tease, rolling onto your side to poke him playfully “You gonna tell me you know what she looks like in her underwear next? Any secret birthmarks you’ve got stored away in that memory of yours?”

“No, no birthmarks-..” He laughs breathlessly, as you tickle his side “J-Just a tattoo!”

“What tattoo?” You pressure him, as he tries to bat your tickling fingers away, both of you laughing breathlessly until he nearly falls onto the floor “Come on Frankie, don’t hold out on me now!”

“O-Okay-..O-Okay-..I-I give-..” He pants trying to stop your tickle attack as he laughs so hard his face reddens “It’s just a little bir-..” he stops abruptly, eyes bugging out as he clamps his mouth shut

You pause your movements, hovering over him with your hands pressed to his torso - his own hands loose around your wrists as you both stare silently, processing the admission he’s just unwillingly blurted from his mouth. He looks mortified and it takes an extra second for you to register the fact that you have a tattoo of a tiny bird on your right hipbone below the waistband of your underwear, one he could only have seen if he’d been paying extra attention when you dressed in the same room or shared a bed like you did some nights.

“Y/N-..” He trails off, seemingly unsure what he should say in this situation. His hands remain around your wrists that stay planted, effectively pinning him to the bed.

You’re not upset, or even weirded out by the fact he’s seen your intimate ink - you’re just shocked. You’ve liked Frank for a long time, almost since the moment you’d met him but you’d settled with the fact that he’s gay and wouldn’t share a second glance with you. It’s like at this moment all your dreams have come true but neither of you know what to do with that information.

“H-How do you know that?” You whisper quietly, eyes searching his as he swallows nervously - probably thinking you’re about to slap him and tell him to leave

“I-.. I er.. I swear it wasn’t intentional-..” He whispers back, voice shaky “You were here one night-..” he says, referring to his bed “..- your shirt rode up and I-.. I caught a glimpse.. that’s it, I swear-..”

He looks panicked now, like he’s waiting for a bomb to go off - you swear his eyes have widened to double their size and you can feel his heart racing underneath your hand

“How long?”

“H-How long what-..”

“How long have you felt like this?”

“I-.. I don’t know-..” he admits, swallowing thickly - his eyes are glassy, beginning to wet slightly “I’ve always-.. always felt strongly for you but-.. but I didn’t know what it was until recently-..”

You nod slowly, unable to process what you’re hearing - you feel like you owe him some kind of response but the words dissolve on your lips and you’re nervous, it’s like all these feelings you’d buried are beginning to resurface and you’re terrified they’re going to seep from your pores and you won’t be able to control them.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N-..” he whispers hoarsely, his voice is broken and cracking “I never meant for this-..”

His eyes look like they’re about to spill over and you can’t deal with that, you don’t ever want to see him cry, you’ve seen it before and it breaks your heart to witness. You cut him off before he can break any more, catching his lips mid-word and silencing any apologies. He stills for just a second, gasping against your mouth but then he’s catching up with your assault, moving his lips skilfully against your own, his hand coming up to cup the back of your hair lightly. You break away slightly, leaving your lips brushing against his own as you let out a shaky breath, his eyes opening to meet your gaze.

“W-Wow..” he whispers, hand still caressing the back of your hair “I-.. Wow, Y/N-..”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you” You whisper back, your heart racing from the adrenaline

“I think we’ve wasted enough time, don’t you?” He murmurs, eyes falling to your lips again before he tugs you back in and kisses you more passionately this time.

You rise up on your knees, straddling him blindly as he slides his tongue past your lips and moves his hands to your waist, bringing you down against his body and holding you securely. You move your hands up to tangle in his hair, tugging gently as he moans quietly into your mouth, rubbing his crotch up against your heat. You moan as you roll your hips down, his hardness pressing against your panties - you’re thankful that you’re wearing a nightshirt and not anything restricting because you want to feel everything.

Frank lifts a leg, kicking his foot off the mattress to roll you over and pin you to the bed roughly with a quiet grunt, not breaking away from his hold on your lips. You sigh as he grinds his arousal down against you, pulling your bare legs around his waist as his hand finds its way beneath your shirt. You whimper desperately as his fingers graze over your nipple, feel his smirk against your lips as he tugs at the sensitive bud, flicking and twisting gently until you’re whining and arching your back as best as you can underneath him.

“Yeah? That good?” He hums, moving away to sweep his tongue against your throat, grazing his teeth against the skin

“F-Frankie-..” You gasp out as he bites down, running his tongue over the flesh as he sucks a bruise into your neck “F-Fuck Frankie, Yes-..”

“Mm..Fuck, you taste better than I imagined-..” He groans, dragging his tongue across the abused skin - you wonder where the shy, nervous boy has disappeared to but you’re pleasantly surprised with his replacement “I want you, Y/N-.. All of you-..”

“Please Frankie-..” You sigh, as he blindly unfastens the buttons on your nightshirt, pushing it from your body with ease and leaving your swollen pink nipples to grow impossibly harder in the cool air “A-Anything Frankie-.. N-Need you-..” You whine desperately, arching your back off the bed as he gazes down hungrily at your exposed body.

You should feel nervous to be so naked in front of him, just your panties shielding you from his gaze but the way he’s staring down at you so lust-filled has you overflowing with confidence and you can’t help but reach out and tug at his shirt, bringing him from his trance just enough to tear his own shirt over his head and reveal the tattoos that you’ve seen so much of, you can’t wait to taste them.

Frank moves to mouth at your nipple, sucking it between his teeth and biting down with just enough pressure to balance you on the fine line between pain and pleasure. You gasp and feed your fingers through his hair, tugging at the messy strands with a whimper until he releases and blows on the hard buds, the cold air from his lips teasing them and making you shiver.

He navigates his way down your torso, mouthing at every ridge in your abdomen - his hands trailing up and down your sides gently until he reaches your hips, shaping your curves repeatedly with each stroke. He dips his tongue into your navel, swirling it around before dragging it lower and lower, nipping at the waistband of your panties until you gasp out a “Please Frankie-..” and buck your hips from the bed, allowing him to tug the remaining material down past your ankles.

His thumb finds your tattoo, tracing in circles over it until he replaces the digit with his mouth - tonguing at the pretty line-art and leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses against it until he gets lower, following your V-line down until he’s breathing against you, tantalising your soaking wet heat even more than just the sight of him between your legs. He uses two fingers to part your folds, sweeping his tongue from your perineum to your clit in one movement and you can’t help but wonder if he’s been watching pornos to get an insight in what to do, either way his tongue is working double-time like a fucking champ.

It’s dipped inside your hole now, swirling around before coming out to trace against you, his tongue flat against your throbbing clit, he must be able to feel it - pulsing against his mouth, desperate for release. He slides two fingers inside you, groaning loudly against you - the vibrations radiating down to your core “Fuck Y/N, such a pretty little hole-.. so fucking tight for me-..” he hums, flicking his tongue repeatedly against your clit as he angles his fingers, locating your g-spot almost instantly and bringing a punched-out moan from somewhere deep inside you.

“R-Right there-.. Oh Frankie!” You whimper, legs beginning to quiver already and it’s barely been a few minutes.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting to hear you make those sounds-..” he bites his lip, driving his fingers repeatedly into your spot “..-wanted to be the one to-.. to make you moan like-..”

“A-Ah-.. F-Frankie!” You cry out, thighs trembling either side of him as you reach your peak.

He’s relentless with his movements, thrusting his two fingers over and over as you ride out your wave - removing them only to press his face against your heat, his tongue lapping up your wetness and the roughness of his shaved jawline driving you wild as his hands grip underneath your thighs, pulling you ever closer while he teases you through the aftershocks.

“Ohh-.. Oh Fuck Yeah-..” You sigh dreamily, rocking your self against him slowly as he steadily comes to a stop, kissing his way upwards until his chin is resting on your lower stomach and your hands are loose in his hair.

“You’re amazing” He mumbles, pressing a soft kiss just below your navel

“W-Where did you learn to do that?” You respond breathlessly

He chuckles lightly “Not bad for a first timer, huh?”

“How about you show me what else you can do, huh?” You tease, rolling your lower lip around between your teeth

His eyes light up mischievously as he crawls the length of your body, pressing his forehead against yours “You asking me fuck you, Y/N?”

“You know I am” You grin, nipping at his bottom lip playfully

“Some manners would be nice, baby-..” He teases, rubbing his boxer-clad erection over your bare crotch “Ask fucking nicely”

“Please Frankie-..” You moan, widening your eyes as you pout “..-I’ve been a real good girl, will you please fuck me?”

He groans, leaning forward to kiss you hungrily “Fuck, I’ll never get bored of hearing you moan my name like that”

You’re vaguely aware of him kicking his boxers away while his tongue explores your mouth, he breaks away only to reach into the drawer of his night-stand and pull out a familiar foil square, ripping the corner with his teeth before expertly rolling it over his length. He moves his mouth to your jaw and then neck, all teeth-and-tongue ravaging the sweet spot below your ear as he lines himself up - the mixture of sensations making you repeatedly sigh his name, your hands buried in his hair.

He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, adjusting you until your legs are wrapped comfortably around his waist, one hand on your hip and the other planted next to your shoulder - holding him above you as he slowly pushes inside. You share a mutual gasp as your heat engulfs him and by the time he bottoms out he’s sucking softly at your neck, leaving tiny hickeys as he tastes every inch he can reach.

“Fuck, you’re so tight-..” He groans, beginning to rock his hips gently “..-F-Feels amazing”

He builds up his pace rather quickly, encouraged by your moans and compliments - by the time he’s found his rhythm you’re both slipping out expletives and the air is thick and hot. You’ve got one hand buried in his hair, tugging roughly just the way he likes it and your other is leaving crescent moons and scratch-marks down his spine. He surprises you with a circle of his hips, slamming back into you and pounding into your g-spot, the loud moan that erupts from your throat should be embarrassing but it drags an even louder one from him and it’s enough to make the heat start pooling in your lower half for the second time.

“F-Frankie-.. ‘m so close-..” You whimper, your thighs beginning to quiver beneath his grip

“Me too-.. Me too-..” He pants out, resting his forehead against yours as his thrusts grow sloppy

He’s slack-jawed and sweaty, his eyes half-lidded and darker than you’ve ever seen them before - his hips stutter barely a minute later, pulling a final punched-out moan from him as he releases inside of you. The blissed-out look on his face when his furrowed brow softens and his eyes roll back is enough to tip you over the edge, your walls clenching around his already sensitive cock and dragging a spent-out whine from his lips. Your back arches off the bed and you’re sure you’ve blacked out for a moment, sated and exhausted in the best way - you’re vaguely aware of him pulling away, he’s gone for a short while, probably disposing of the condom but before you know it he’s crawling over you again - peppering your face in soft, slow kisses until you crack your eyes open, smiling tiredly as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Please tell me that wasn’t a one-time thing-..” He murmurs, rolling from your body to the bed and pulling you with him so you’re pressed into his chest comfortably “..-because I don’t think I can deal with never feeling like that again”

“Me too-..” You smile, sliding a hand up to rest on the side of his neck - his pulse is still racing beneath your palm “..-I’ve wanted this for so long”

“You never told me” Frank whispers, nudging his nose against your softly “Would you ever have, if I hadn’t have said all that tonight?”

You shake your head “I never knew you were into girls, didn’t want to ruin what we had for you to not feel the same way as I do”

“Tell me-..” He tucks your hair behind your ear gently “..I want to know everything”

You smile shyly, and though you’ve just had sex you can’t help but feel a little bashful telling him all about your schoolgirl crush.

“I knew as soon as I met you that I felt an attraction, didn’t know how strong it was until later on” You admit, tracing your fingertips down his chest “When you moved in here it just-.. I don’t know, everything fell into place, it felt like home - I’ve never felt this safe and secure and loved around anybody before-..” you trail off

“You’re my best friend” He whispers, smiling down on you “but it’s more than that, even before tonight - it was more than that, I couldn’t imagine not waking up with you here-.. you’re the first and last thing I think of, always-.. I-.. I’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you..”

“Don’t apologise, you were working yourself out-.. I understand” You reassure him with a soft kiss “Besides, it’s better this way.. it doesn’t feel rushed, it just-.. it’s natural”

“Well I’m not wasting any more time trying to figure things out-..” Frank presses another kiss to your lips “..-I know what I want now, and it’s you - it’s always been you”

The words were music to your ears, it had been a long time coming but so worth it in the end. You never slept in your own room again after that night, taking up the space where you belonged in Frank’s arms - a year later and you were still strong, enough for him to sweep you off your feet with a romantic engagement, you said yes - of course - planning the halloween-themed wedding of the century for the following October.

Your tattoo had become a special reminder of how your relationship, and later marriage came to be - it was on Frank’s birthday that you decided mid-honeymoon to pay a visit to a tattoo shop local to your hotel - adding your wedding date and his initials to the little bird that spilled the secret of your requited love that night, watching movies in your room-mates bed.

You never did get to see the end of the movie.

[eisforeidolon]

I know Dean is straight, but 2 things on the show stump me. 1: Crowley saying, "We've done extraordinary things to triplets." 2: Dean saying, "Live Skinemax?" in 12x11(did he mean simply watching?)" . I know an orgy doesn't change one's identification. But why do you think tptb presents such interpretive scenarios? Despite the rest of canon & Kripke's & Jensen's remarks–which I value–all the biDean posts have left me unmoored & I'd truly appreciate your 2 cents.

In terms of general “interpretivescenarios” as you call them, I think it's just old school shipteases.  By which I mean the showrunners basically doing theequivalent of turning to the fandom and saying, nudge nudge winkwink we know you're out there.  I think it’s foolhardy to try and imbue that with meaning since they’ve thrown them around like candy from the beginning.

Like all the times Sam and Dean havebeen mistaken for or paralleled with romantic couples.  Like all the jokes Balthazar made aboutCas being both Sam and Dean'sboyfriend.  Likeall Crowley's marriage/mistress jokes about him and Bobby and him andCas and him and Dean.  I could go on.

Slashfans used to know that was the best they were going to get, and theywere often grateful for little suggestive teases they could use asship fodder.  These days, when it's actually realistic to expect morediverse hookups on shows of all kinds, a lot of fans have turned acomplete 180 and now get angry at any tease that doesn't get followthrough.  To be fair, I think both fans and creators are strugglingto redefine how to maneuver the new territory where what used to be seen as a playful joke can now be taken (maybe even rightfully) as spiteful.  With this show inparticular having been on so long with older creators, I thinkthey're probably even slower to change to audience expectations thannormal.  For example, see what they thought would be a funny jokewith Cas' heaven that was scrapped when Jared pointed out peoplewould take it seriously.  

To getback to your specific examples, I don't claim to be an expert on dudeinteractions, but the impression I've gotten generally from moreguy-targeted media and various male friends is pretty much the pointyou already made about orgies.  I.e. at least some dudes seem toconsider it perfectly hetero so long as the dicks don't touch.  Withtriplets that would be easy enough, and I find this similarlyuncompelling as the example from the old!Dean episode where he checksfor the guy's birthmark under the blanket – not being bothered bythe nudity of others does not make you interested (nor are a walletyou could have stolen or a standard military tattoo quite asunarguable as a birthmark).  Likewise yeah, with Sam and Rowena, Isaw it as Dean talking about watching, since skinemax is a thing youwatch, so live skinemax = watching a live performance.  If watchingporn with dudes in makes you bisexual, well...  In short, I think TBTB throw this stuff in for fan titillation because they know they have a big fanbase which contains slash fans and it used to be it would cost them nothing to put in something the general audience would just dismiss as a joke.

Still,those are my interpretations - and that's exactlymy problem with bi!Dean meta.  Well, putting aside all the stuffwhere it gets weird about stereotypes and masculinity and gender,anyway.  Every single bit of it takes a throwaway joke, titillation,or utterly random moment and heavily interprets it with laser focusin one direction to a predetermined conclusion - and then treats thatinterpretation as canon fact.

It does so by ignoringother obvious interpretations of those moments.  It does so by ignoring all thetimes Dean has reiterated his sexuality in plain words – he doesn'tswing that way, he's looking for women, he doesn't play for yourteam.  It does so by ignoring Dean's on-screen explicitly sexual actions on theshow that have involved women and only women every single time for twelveyears.  Twelve years during which he's been normal, depressed,possessed, supernaturally influenced, condemned to death within ayear, a demon – and never once been overtly sexual with men. Ignoring that Dean is at this point nearing forty years old and very,very few people redefine their sexuality that late in life.  It does so by ignoringwhat Kripke and Jensen have said about the way the character has been conceived, written, and played all along.  

Idon't care if people have dumb headcanons.  I do care when they tryto insist said headcanons are actually canon, or they are entitled tothe writers changing the show to make them canon because the very existence of theirinterpretation makes it true in Entitlementlandia.  Especially when some of them are suchassholes about it.  

If youhad said to me before I came to tumblr, “I headcanon Dean as bi.”? I'd have shrugged and said sure, why not?  Then I read the meta andwatched the show again, and having actually examined it as a premise,I find it on the level of headcanoning that Sam wears purpleunderwear with dogs on every Thursday.  Sure, it's not completely 100% impossible,but there's really nothing in canon that substantiates it.  Althoughat least headcanons about Sam's underwear aren't contradicted by thebulk of the text and clear statements about intent from thewriters and the actor that plays him - which is not something you cansay for bi!Dean.

[evakfanficsrecs]

EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 10

Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

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 “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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ONESHOTS:

the punchline to a very bad joke by clarabelle Summary: “Halloween?” Even inquires softly as he draws patterns on Isak’s bare shoulders. A shiver runs down the length his spine, and not from the cold October breeze.“ Lea asked me to take her. Pappa has to work, and Mamma…” Isak lets out a small sigh. “There’s no one else.” OR: Captain America, Vladimir Putin, and Princess Leia go trick-or-treating.

All Those Little Things by Evakoorhelm Summary: Isak comes home to the apartment that he's shared with Even for two years. To a suprise.

even, isak, and the four-week-old kitten by hippopotamus Summary: “You know how elephants are scared of mice because they have the intelligence to recognise that they might step on them and hurt them?” “I did not know that, Isak, but are you saying you’re scared of this tiny cat?”

Did you hear oxygen and magnesium got together? OMg by sugarbeat24 ★ Summary: Isak and Even are chemistry partners. Fluff and chemistry jokes ensue.

wish i could live in your heart by cynical_optimist Summary: Some mornings, Even will untangle himself from Isak completely, rolling out of bed to make breakfast. More often, he will try, and Isak will hold tight, and Even will stay, chuckling to himself and murmuring about octopi. These are the mornings Isak prefers, the ones where he can stare at Even’s face until he slips back into sleep or curl into him, every part of himself warm and safe.- Or, domestic mornings and being in love.

Accidental Pride by shakespeareandsunshine Summary: Pride!au; Isak lets Even pull him along and show him the sights. Sights that yeah, he could’ve seen on his own, but not like this, not the way Even sees them. Or: The one where Isak goes to Pride. Unintentionally.

Would You Mind Closing The Bedroom Door? by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: The boy falters in the threshold, eyes widening when they land on Even. “Oh fuck- sorry! Eva didn’t say anyone was home.” Ah. No wonder she was up late last night. Even can’t really fault her taste – the boy is beautiful. He’s got golden hair mussed and curling over his forehead and cheekbones not even Michelangelo himself could sculpt and the most well-defined cupid’s bow top lip Even’s ever seen. Also he’s shirtless. Did he mention that part? There’s a stunning, shirtless boy in his kitchen with pillow creases still on his cheek and Even can’t do anything about it because he’s Eva’s one night stand. Fuck.

a letter to isak by alltimemarrit ★ Summary: Even is going on a trip for a week and leaves Isak a letter. Or: Even loves Isak a whole lot and is a massive sap.

snuggles by hippopotamus Summary: Even is sick and all he wants is snuggles from his boyfriend.

Afire Love by pressurerin ★ Summary: Isak can't seem to stay out of trouble. A hot firefighter makes trouble seem not that bad.

Before or after? by thekardemomme Summary: Before AND after Even posted to Isak's instagram.

Love As The Stars Went Out by Salambo06 Summary: “In some universe,” Even whispers, lips soft against Isak’s neck, “you are walking back home and I’m on your path, Isak.”

hell yeah, you the shit (that's why you're my equivalent) by colazitron Summary: Even can't keep it in his pants, or his heart. Or: Sometimes your boyfriend proposes and you just really want to sit on his dick.

The Joke is on You by winterpassing Summary: Isak has been dealing with Even and Eskild's pranks for a while now, but the most recent prank has come with an unplanned surprise.

lucky for you (that's what I like) by thekardemomme Summary: Isak is trying to be sexy, and Even is just not having it.

sweet creature (but we're still young) by kittpurrson ★ Summary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.

don't wake up (i'll be here for centuries) by eatthatup Summary: Even doesn’t find it weird, he’s had lucid dreams before. And it’s normal to dream about people you think you’ve never seen before. It’s all good, until he dreams about the blonde boy again.

Our Steady True North by verlore_poplap Summary: parenthood!au; Five times Isak and Even were amicable; plus one time they just weren't.

Make a spark, break the dark, find a light with me by LostInAdmiration ★ Summary: Isak can't sleep, so spends his nights wandering around the street. Even works the night shift at the store around the corner, and they bond over their mutual insomnia.

walk this town by sweetwines Summary: Isak Valtersen is late for class.

Venus by Skamtrash Summary: Even buys Isak a buttplug and tells him to wear it all day in school. Isak's desperate, he's horny and Even fucks him into oblivion.

now i'm back with the boys again by Rine Summary: So here’s the thing: Sana never intended to be friends with Isak Valtersen. If someone had told her even six months ago that they could be friends, she would’ve laughed and rolled her eyes. But it turns out, he's actually quite easy to get along with. Or, a fic about Sana gradually becoming friends with Isak and Even.

I Love You (Don't Leave Me) by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: “Tell me a story?” They do this sometimes. When the real world is too much and all they want is to melt into each other. Isak slides so that only his legs remain in Even’s lap and pulls his man into his chest. It’s awkward but neither want to let go of the other. Alternatively, Even talks about his past, and Isak loves him.

like a willow tree, intertwined by sonhoedesrazao Summary: Isak’s hand is shaking.

Christmas Surprises by bashfulisak Summary: Isak and Even celebrate Christmas together by going to Even's house for dinner.

It's Just a Cough! by bashfulisak Summary: Even comes down with a cold and Isak is determined to take care of him.

a light in your eyes by verlore_poplap Summary: A little oneshot about our boys. Set during sesong 4, episode 5.

Close but never close enough by diamondjacket Summary: “Isak,” Even repeats, quiet and a little awed, like he’s testing it out on his tongue. Sana narrows her eyes at him, trying to work out his angle. She remembers the way he used to fixate and focus, used to throw himself relentlessly into his passions, both old and new. Used to live and love and care with his whole body. But she’s never seen him like this.

before it's all too much by thekardemomme Summary: “It's in the past, Even. You can keep it there if you want to.”  

Yes I'll meet you coming back (but we move forwards) by diamondjacket Summary: There’s nothing left to do but wait for Even to laugh, or yell, or leave. But, remarkably, Even doesn’t do any of that. Or: Isak tells Even about the thing with Jonas. It doesn't go the way he expects.

(kisses on the neck of) best friends by birthmarks, desert_coffin & kittpurrson Summary: Five times Jonas watched Isak and Even, and one time they did something about it.

relax, take it easy by lovedisak Summary: “Actually, my other mom, Therese is the one who loves film. She teaches at the art academy in Oslo, actually, she’s a musician, taught me how to play guitar,” Even smiles fondly. Isak blinks.“What?” he asks. He knows it’s a stupid question, there’s nothing about what Even said that he could ask this to but. What. “What?” Even shoots back, shrugging. Or, Even has two moms. Isak did Not know.

i need a man that makes it right by highpraises Summary: He feels his skin draw tight, his muscles tensing, Even fucks him just like that right up until Isak is just about to come, but then Even’s pulling out and kissing along his jaw, murmuring, “Don’t come yet, baby.”

friday, i'm in love by bbyfruit ★ Summary: Five times over the course of one day that Isak falls in love a little bit more, plus one time he talks about it.

if you have lost a right track then i'll lead you right back by kittenmichael Summary: “Even,” he whispers, as if it’s a secret Norway’s nights shouldn’t hear, “my tongue feels really weird.” Even chuckles at his boyfriend’s antics, before realising that he’s genuinely confused. “Kind of like cotton?” “Yes,” Isak says. “Like cotton.” Or, Isak gets drunk.

The one where Even tells it all by Schedazzle Summary: “Babe?” there was a little cloud from Isak’s breath in the cold air. Even couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t keep this in any longer, but he also couldn’t say it to that concerned look in Isak’s eyes either. Desperately gasping for a bit for air Even dived his head forward. Hiding his face in his favourite place. Pressing his cold nose against the warmth of Isak’s neck and finally getting some oxygen into his lunges. Breathing Isak in.

and i thank god i'm alive by thekardemomme ★ Summary: 5 times Even looks at Isak and 1 time Isak calls him out on it.

Ice Cream Parlor by bashfulisak ★ Summary: AU where Even works at an ice cream parlor as a summer job and Isak really likes the ice cream and he and Even play a game where Even tries to guess Isak's favorite flavor of ice cream but every time he gets it wrong, he gives Isak the ice cream for free.

promises by Isabeauu Summary: Even’s enjoying the wind in his hair and the cold air turning his cheeks red, his favorite song of the moment blasting in his ears when all of a sudden the music stops and his ringtone replaces it. He’s riding his bike, so he can’t see who’s calling but going through all the people he knows, Noora definitely isn’t one of the few he’d expected it to be.

kiss with a fist is better than none by DarkBeauty_890 Summary: “What the fuck,” Isak sighs, and grabs Even’s arm, “I swear I used to be a really good fighter. Have I ever told you about last year with the Yakuza?”“I am so fucking mad at you right now.”

Careful by bashfulisak     Summary: Even rushes Isak to the hospital after the chaos with the boys and the next day Sana visits them.     

Emergencies by bri_ness Summary: Even and Jonas talk in the emergency room. Set immediately after 4x05.

all he wants to do is party with his pretty baby by highpraises Summary: Even and Isak attend Even's very first movie's premiere.

Bright Eyes by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug Summary: Isak is a great singer. Several people are surprised. Happy karaoke where nothing hurts and Isak sings to his boyfriend.

Imagine All The People by samclarke0000 Summary: How the boys are feeling as Even performs and their reaction to him freezing - basically Isak worrying about his boyfriend.

We'll Be Okay by Dooka Summary: In which Even is drowning in his own guilt, Isak is boyfriend goals, and Sana gets some proper friends. Or, the aftermath of Episode 5.

Evak texts by Skamtrash Summary: Sexual Evak texts featuring a lot of memes and gifs.

settle down by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: An archive of canon compliant oneshots. Can be read separately.

firing away as they gay by cosetties ★ Summary: Just because Isak and Even hooked up doesn't mean that Even actually cares about him, no matter how badly the meddling assholes he calls friends want them to be together.

Babysitting by bashfulisak Summary: Isak ends up having to babysit Even's seven-year old sister, Alissa.

Don't Come Easy by evakisgolden Summary: Even's last few loves were ruined by his bipolar disorder. Now he's fighting the aftermaths of a new manic episode, and he's certain that he isn't able to love Isak the way Isak deserves to be loved. He's positive that it will all end like his past relationships. It never comes easy with Even.

how far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart by elspethelf Summary: Isak and Even in the aftermath of the events at the end of 4x05.

No one gets to treat you like that by Gansey44 Summary: After Isak finds out what Mikael did to his boyfriend he decides to take matters into his own hands (literally)- no matter the consequences.

This feels like falling in love by ForEvenAndEver (yuraxchan) Summary: What if Isak had tried Grinder? Or, how Isak meets Even in the bathroom of a bar after a failed attempt at Grindr.

Draw The Line (Need To Know That You're Mine) by thesoulsailor ★ Summary: fake dating!au; Five times Even pretends to be Isak's boyfriend, and one time there's no pretend at all. Or the 5+1 Fake Boyfriend Evak AU we all deserve.

hold me close don’t ever let me go by sonhoedesrazao Summary: Isak is not beyond admitting that he might, on occasion, be a little dramatic.

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the city of illusions, the city of yearning by elisewin Summary: The whole point of going on a student exchange program is to meet people from different countries, learn about different cultures and so on. Isak, of course, falls in love with another Norwegian while in Rome.

Behind These Four Walls by Lisa94 ✓ Summary: AU in which Isak's mother is in a mental institution and one day when he goes visit her he sees a beautiful boy painting outside and as he waits for his mother to come join him he approaches the boy to see what is he painting and he sees, it's a painting of him. He sits right next to the boy who presents himself as Even and theycstart talking. Even explains he'd seen him coming to visit every weekend and thought he was the most beautiful boy ever.

Paint Me a Picture (With Your True Colours) by Evenbechbaesheim  ★ Summary: Isak frowns, rolling over to bury his face into the soft pillow beneath his head. Up until that point, he’d still been asleep, Even’s long fingers gently brushing down the curve of his spine, lulling him into a carefree, floating state. There’s something magical about the way Even touches him- Isak swears that there’s some kind of mystical power his boyfriend is hiding. It shouldn’t be normal that every time Even’s skin brushes against his, every electrolyte in his body lights up and starts firing on all cylinders. Even moves his hand away, and Isak feels like he’s going to implode. Or, a collection of moments, told in any order, in Even and Isak's new life together, taking place in and around season 4.

Half Blade and Half Silk by smokeshop ★ ✓ Summary: uni!au; Isak's friends introduce him to an art student at a college party. He won't stop calling Isak baby and Isak's bad at pretending to hate it. College AU where Isak's past is a little more colorful but Even still won't leave him alone.

catch me a catch by Bellakitse Summary: Even and Mikael get kicked out of Bakka for a mysterious stunt and transfer to Nissen in the middle of their 3rd year. Even hates everything about it, except for the cute 1st year he’s seen around the school. Mikael doesn’t hate Nissen and in fact, has taken to amusing himself by spreading wild rumors about why they got kicked out and by the fact that his best friend has a crush on some kid. Still, Even his best buddy and he’s going to help him out. * A story where Even is mooning for Isak from afar, Isak is intimidated by the hot 3rd year everyone at school is whispering about, and who he’s caught staring at him and Mikael is the best the wingman ever.

boom! by ImSoSupernova Summary: Isak just wants a summer job. Eva's trying to figure herself out. But it only takes a bouquet of flowers, some newspapers, and some hot blondes to change both of their lives.

evak & yousana | the hot baristas by WritenStuff Summary: coffee shop!au; When Isak finds perfection works in the local coffee shop, he can't resist dragging Sana there for their biology study date.

Isak by sira89 Summary: Even sees Isak for the first time.

think i know where you belong by CarolineMiller Summary: childhood friends!au; Feeling exhausted, Even took the page out of the sketch book, tearing it and folding it carefully before placing it in the bottom drawer of his desk, along with all the others he had never dared to show Isak. With all the others he desperately wanted to show to Isak. "Another day ..." he murmured to himself, closing his window with resignation. Or, a childhood AU/friends to love in which Isak and Even spent their lives exchanging messages written on sketchbooks through their windows (and keeping many other messages, full of unspoken stuff, in the bottom of their drawers).

Come On, Set the Tone by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug ✓ Summary: HateToLove!au; Isak is a recently out popstar who wants to prove that he is not just another pretty face in pop music and has the skills to make his own way in the musical world (just like his newly found idol, Even Bech Naesheim). Even is a self contained, indie singer songwriter who takes shit from nobody - anyone in his cult following will tell you (including a certain popstar). Shortly after a public feud between the two begins, they’re forced together for a nationwide tour. 9 weeks, 50 shows, and countless hours (together) on the tour bus leave Even writing cryptic love songs and Isak wondering if he should leave everything he knows behind. Ft. BL!SS, Balloon Squad, Wireless Problems, Jonas, and the Wobbles.

Oh when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? by Blueskyblack Summary: "You should really stop doing that", Even tried to reason. It was the middle of the night and though his guard was up, as usual when being around Isak, he wasn't in the mood to uphold it much longer. "Doing what exactly?", came the innocent-sounding response. Even raised his eyebrows at that while turning towards the only other person currently being in this kitchen with him. "Don't play dumb with me, Isak." Even sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, leaning against the cabinet opposite the kitchen counter where the sneaky little bastard was sat with his legs dangling in the air, observing every move Even made. Even let his eyes wander, took in the guy in front of him. Sure, there was no denying this guy there on the counter was attractive. Even could admit that, there was nothing wrong with that. Isak was cute. And attractive. Yeah. He just wasn't for Even.

let me count the ways by anathema (azirapha1e) Summary: The worst part, the humiliating part, is that he’d thought he was over all this. He had been. He hasn’t thought about any of it in months – but sometimes life fucks you over, and sometimes a boy you tried to kiss, a boy who pushed you away, shows up to your first-month-of-living-together party unannounced, and sometimes you end up bolting out of your own apartment to have a panic attack where nobody can see you.

as if by magic (thoughts of you are gone) by hippopotamus ✓ Summary: Isak hates being the third wheel to his best friends, until that means he gets to sit next to a handsome stranger on a rollercoaster.

Someone Somewhere Loves You by ReadingDreams07 Summary: uni!au; Even never thought that he would fall in love at first sight and on top of that at his school library. Now he is on a search to find the love of his life again. Too bad that this damn university was so big. But he never gave up and he will make this come true.

Crash Into Me by endlessandinfinite ★ Summary: "One boy who loves with his entire soul. Another boy who barely knows how to love at all. This is what happens when a shattered mind meets a lonely heart." Or: Isak and Even have hella issues but they can't help falling in love no matter what universe they're in. Even saves Isak. And Isak saves him right back. It's not all sunshine and rainbows. It hurts. But it's love.

torches (life's too short) by xxLeviBech ★ Summary: "My mom used to tell me my thoughts would pour out of my ears if I kept thinking too hard." Isak threw back another fry, keeping his gaze down. "That's pretty fucked up, man." Even deadpanned, making Isak snap his head up in a laugh ."Fuck you," He giggled, tossing one of the soggier ones at Even and being decidedly unimpressed when he caught it in his mouth. Or, a canon divergence AU in which Isak's childhood is exponentially more severe -- where he can't remember coming to school without bruises, a bottle of hand-sanitizer, and long sleeves. It's fine, he's fine. It wasn't for his friends, though; and that's how he wound up here, in a fold-up chair every Tuesday and Friday, talking about his experiences with other post-secondary kids diagnosed with some kind of PTSD. It's also where meets a guy whose name starts with the same letters as everything, because that's... exactly what he is.

LUST FOR LIFE. by kosektivet Summary: "In these stolen moments, the world is mine." An AU where Isak is 19 and out of the closet, but he's still pretty bitter. Even is 21 and he never met Sonja, but he's still charming as all hell.

don't wanna fight no more by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug ✓ Summary: The events over the hiatus told in short form. Sana and Evak's friendship mostly. Updated daily.

I could fall, or I could fly. by Superflysister342 Summary: Even was nervous. Considering it was his first day at a new school, it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise. But to Even, it was. This is how it all started... Or, the events of s3 told from Even’s POV.

Picture Perfect by Angelevak Summary: Isak is a semi-professional photographer living in LA, California. On his search for models to take photos of, some of which you wouldn’t see in a normal modeling company, he meets Even, an insecure boy who traveled to LA to become an actor. Even;s career hasn’t taken off yet, but with the help of Isak, can he finally get out there enough to achieve his dreams?

Nothing To Kill Or Die For by i_once_wrote_a_dream ✓ Summary: It’s Isak. His Isak. Bowed over, hands holding his face. Even doesn’t react immediately, but the others are pushing Isak back; yelling, screaming, hitting. Alternatively, Even and his thoughts during and after 4x05.

I'll give you the brightest sunshine by iheartpeterhale ✓ Summary: parenthood!au; It was something that they new would always happen, a life being brought into their lives that would make all the gloomy days into something so bright.

Martini Shot by BraveKate ✓ Summary: It’s not like Even had never spent any substantial one-on-one time with Marianne before. He just wishes Isak had more faith in all three of them. And worried less. Also, so there would be no war or hunger in the world. Simple things.

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after this new clip i need some EVAK smut.... any recommendations ? :D

Haha, I completely understand anon! I’ve got you ;)

ONESHOTS:

Afternoon Kisses by DickAndertonSummary: What could have happened during the cuddle scene if Isak and Even had been ready for more.

Push by nofeartinaSummary: ”Even, we shouldn’t do that here,” Isak says and looks around with a blush on his cheeks. He’s so beautiful like this, it makes it impossible for Even not to touch. 

come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwinedSummary: "You think you can so openly flirt with other guys huh? Is that what you fucking think?“ Or in which Isak flirts with another guy and Even punishes him about it.

Heaven by SkamtrashSummary: Isak wants Even to finger him again. 

The Hotel scene by Evakforlife17Summary: A one shot of what could have happened at the hotel scene. (Season 3, Episode 8)

So Fucking Glad by crescendohowellSummary: What happened after Even showed up at Isak’s apartment. (Season 3, End of episode 7)

Winter Cabin by alijanSummary: Isak and Even go to the winter cabin with the boys. 

Summer by DickAndertonSummary: Isak and Even have been crushing on each other for a whole year when their paths finally cross at a hipster music festival during summer break and they spend the night together. 

Watching Over You by lavishsqualorSummary: In which Even knows exactly how to loosen his boy up.

so you play it wild by birthmarksSummary: Isak is dirty. Isak is shameless. Isak is possessive. Or: before, during, and after Isak and Even made out at school on Wednesday.

The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some.

Plane by AceteroidSummary: Even, the flight attendant, and Isak, the pilot, both work at the same airline. After a flight from NY to Paris things are heating up between them. 

that soft perfect spot by reasoniwantyoutostaySummary: Even is obsessed with a certain soft perfect spot that always makes Isak tremble. 

hell yeah, you the shit (that’s why you’re my equivalent) by colazitronSummary: Even can’t keep it in his pants, or his heart. Or: Sometimes your boyfriend proposes and you just really want to sit on his dick. 

sweet creature (but we’re still young) by kittpurrsonSummary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.

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love and condoms by kassie  ✓ Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him. 

Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted✓Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even.

hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way. 

High For This by givemesumaurgravy✓ Summary: Just twenty minutes ago, Isak was overwhelmed with coming out to his mom in a text, and an hour before that, he was consumed by a physics test. No where on his radar for today was… this. Or even the prospect of this. Or, what happened between the elevator scene and “Princess Vivian!”

Relationship Moments of Evak by skambitionSummary: A collection of oneshots about our boys. Ranges from very explicit smut to very cute fluff. 

Sex life by skampandaSummary: "What are you thinking about?“ “You. Me. Alone. In bed” Even laughed and twisted the younger boy’s curls in his hand. God, he loved his hair. “I love it when you’re so needy” He whispered in Isak’s ear with low voice. - Basically this is all about Isak and Even’s sex life.

(✓ - completed fics)