#need the fics to roll in before the discourse starts and trust me it will

[goatdon]

I fear I’ve got a case of crackshipitis. like i need… need more abbott and mohan….. i need the fics like i #needthat…. need more people to talk about them in general actually

like who’s taking one for the team and writing that 60k hurt/comfort one shot..

im aware we’ve got crumbs. not even crumbs because I don’t even think you can even classify a really bad joke that did not Land at all as genuine flirting but. this is where we can use our imaginations and project guys….the potential is there

also sidebar to all of that but i refuse to spell abbott without the extra t. it’s like non negotiable.

[novoaa1writes]

everything

pairing(s): yelena belova x reader summary: yelena says “i love you” for the first time. just fluff, really. oh, and a bit of protective!yelena. 

word count: ~700

rating: teen

warnings: brief mention of yelena’s canonical traumatic childhood/adolescence, but beyond that... none? i think?

notes: idk just needed a break from other stuff.. my harlivy wip and the series i’ve been working on lately where everything be long asf. also yelena can get it so

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edit: this was written before it was brought to my attention that yelena is canonically asexual (and arguably aromantic). i will not be writing any other yelena fics which feature her in a non-platonic dynamic for the time being. please feel free to private message me if you have any questions, or wish to shed some light on this discourse!

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“I don’t want to go,” Yelena tells you, lips pushed out to form an adorable pout. 

Petulance rolls off of her in waves. You’re sure that if you weren’t currently in her lap right now, she’d have her arms crossed like a sullen kid who didn’t get their way. 

“And I told you, that’s okay,” you reassure her, tucking a stray lock of dirty-blonde hair behind her ear and reveling in how she doesn’t flinch away from the contact. It’s taken you the better part of a year to get to this place—this place where you can reach out and touch and she’s not thinking about Russia or the other dancers or about how touching only ever used to mean violence where she was concerned. “You don’t have to come with me. I’d never ask you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

“But you’re still going.” It’s not a question. 

You shrug, tracing a mindless pattern along the nape of Yelena’s neck to soothe her. “I promised Ellie I’d swing by, even if only for a bit.” 

She knows this, and you know she knows this; you’d spoken about it earlier this week. 

Still, you’re more than content to indulge playing out the same conversation a hundred times over if it’ll give Yelena some peace of mind. 

“I don’t want you going alone,” Yelena says firmly. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I won’t be alone,” you assure her. “Ellie will be there.”

“Ellie once took ketamine before going on a Tinner date.”

“Tinder,” you correct her gently, though you can’t help the way your lips tug into a fond grin at Yelena’s recollection. You remember telling her about it, but it was late and she was half-asleep and about a minute after you finished your story, she started snoring. 

“Whatever,” Yelena grumbles, pale cheeks tinged with pink, her accent a little heavier than it was before now that you’ve flustered her. “My point is, she’s unreliable, and I don’t trust her to keep you safe.”

“You worry too much,” you tell her honestly, even if you know it won’t make a difference. 

“I’m going with you.”

Wait. What? That part was not on the script. 

You raise your brows, searching her for a hint of insincerity. “Baby, you hate parties.”

“I do,” she agrees, her features a mask of hardened resolve. “But I hate not knowing if you’re okay a lot more.”

Warmth blooms in your chest at her admission. “Yelena…” you trail off, brow creased with worry. “I don’t want you to come with me just because you think you have to, and then end up having a terrible time.” You tilt your jaw up to place a feather-light kiss on her nose. “You hate parties,” you repeat once more, your voice scarcely above a whisper. 

“I hate parties,” Yelena concedes. “But I love you.”

And God, but the look in her eyes is just so damn warm and affectionate and raw, your heart feels like bursting through your chest. You almost miss the fact that she’s never said—

Wait. Did she just say she loved me?

“Wait. Did you just say you love me?” Smooth.

Yelena swallows thickly, jaw tightly clenched, her eyes never leaving yours. “Yes,” she says softly. “Is… Is that alright?”

You want to say ‘Yes.’ You want to say ‘That’s more than alright.’ You want to say ‘I love you, too, Yelena. So, so much.’ 

But the words don’t come. For the very first time in your entire life, you’re at a loss—well and truly speechless. 

All you can manage is a frantic nod before crashing your lips into hers, bruising yourself with a kiss that’s open-mouthed and messy, fumbling and desperate in every way. 

You think you groan or maybe she does, but it’s muffled and her mouth is so warm and the slow drag of her tongue against your own is fucking glorious, and… Fuck. 

You’ve never been the best with words, but right now, you don’t have to be. Right now, the way she’s kissing you—like you’re oxygen and she’s desperate to breathe—is everything.

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end notes: uhh i wrote this like a couple days ago and it’s just been sitting in my notes.. figured i’d post. also i made myself laugh writing the tinder part because i think i’m hilarious. also this one girl i know did in fact take ketamine before going on a tinder date and she ended up yakking all over the dudes d**k. <3 anyways—

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[randomoranges]

the majority of the first part of this fic is based on a real thing that happened to me and my students yesterday

i applaud their ease at which all of this happened.

The Kids are All Right

 “M Édouard, est-ce que tu veux jouer avec nous?”

 It’s Friday afternoon and the first nice day of the week. The weather has been miserable, but luckily, he didn’t have to deal with indoor recess this time around. The group finishes in English class and he’s quite honestly killing time before he can leave them with their English teacher. He could have planned something exciting and fun, or ploughed on with another lesson, but he’s exhausted and doesn’t want to fight them. They’ve been – more rambunctious than usual these past two weeks and he’s been snappier with them than usual. He wonders if it’s the new seating arrangement or the coming of spring, but he’s counting down the days to the end of the school year and murmuring it like a mantra to himself on various occasions throughout the day.

 Still. Moments like these bring the smallest of smiles to his face.

 He likes to watch the kids play during recess, when he’s not aimlessly walking, and daydreaming about any other job he could have taken that wouldn’t be so taxing. This afternoon is one of those occasions. Most of the boys are on one end of the playground, playing a rather intense game of soccer, while the majority of the girls have been playing some invented game with a jump rope. The others are spread around; some are playing pear ball, others are sitting in clusters, but it’s nice to see that all the kids are hanging out with another kid and that no one is alone.

 He figures he can play with the girls this time around.

 Every now and again, he plays with the kids – when they ask him to, obviously and it’s a free bonding moment with them. He’s played some intense soccer and basket ball games, has played every version of tag and other such games, has learned to be decent at pear ball and he’s even been known to play hopscotch and jump rope. The kids love it. He also loves it.

 He nods and his student excitedly yells out “M Édouard va jouer!” which is greeted by loud cheers by the other girls. He gets a quick run through of the game; the person in the middle makes the jump rope go round, the others are gathered in a circle around it and they need to jump when the rope gets close to them. If the rope touches them, they need to tell a truth about themselves. Easy enough, really. He’s encountered multiple versions of this same game over the years.

 He offers to be the spinner, since the student who’d been doing it before had been struggling with the rope and the kids are delighted to let him have a go about it.

 The girls show no mercy when one of them gets touched by the rope and the questions they ask are harmless in nature; do you have a crush on anyone, what’s the most embarrassing thing you ever did, which of your siblings is your favourite, and so on. He politely reminds them that they’re not obliged to answer a question if they feel uncomfortable, and overall, everyone seems to have fun.

 On the fifth or sixth turn, the rope stops at a different student and the other girls flock around her chanting “Vé-ri-té! Vé-ri-té!” He joins them in, clapping his hands to the rhythm of the words and finally she gets them to stop as she thinks up of a truth to tell them, or be placed at the mercy of the counsel of questions.

 Finally, she graces them all with her truth, as the others wait with baited breaths, “Chuis bi,” She says easy as all else and the rest of the girls roll their eyes, laugh, and groan, complaining about how they all already knew.

 He’s – surprised by this. By the ease of the way she’s said her truth, but also by how not a big deal it seemed to be. He wonders, briefly, if it has anything to do with the talk he’s had with them earlier that week – about gender and sexual identities and such. Still, he marvels at the situation and it takes him a moment to recover, thinking of his own childhood and how long it had taken him to come to terms with his own sexuality. The fear he’d had. The anxiety it had produced. (And the relief, afterwards, when his parents hadn’t booted him out of their home.)  

 “Merci de nous avoir partager ça,” He says, because even if his fifth graders might not understand the full scope of it, he still wants them to feel that he accepts them as they are. He reminds them that they don’t have to share everything with him – or the others, but that if they do, he appreciates it and that he is someone they can come to and trust.

 Then, within the same breath, before they can start the game again, another one of the girls admits to being bi as well. Again, the rest of the girls react much of the same way; they laugh, they say they already knew, and they move on and it flummoxes him. He thinks back to being eleven himself and never in his wildest dreams would he have felt such ease in admitting something.

 Edward briefly wonders if maybe, just maybe, it has to do with the fact that they are girls and not boys. He knows it’s not the best way to think about it, but he feels that girls might have it just a little bit easier – with each other and their friend circle, whereas the boys – especially his boys this year, are still very much immature and very centered on the idea of being a Real Man (whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.)

 Or maybe these students are just more open and more aware of themselves. It’s a better thought to have. He knows the discourse has changed, even if it isn’t perfect. There are now queer characters in media and literature that were very much absent in his day and age. Celebrities – young celebrities just a little older than his kids are using social media platforms to talk of their own experiences and doing their own coming outs and maybe that’s also helped make these terms less loaded.

 There has to be some good out of it, after all. It can’t all be about cyber bullying and fraud.

 Still, he makes it a point to remind them that they don’t have to “come out” to everyone just because and that it’s okay if they don’t want to tell people. They don’t own it to no one. They nod along and humour him and he wants to sit them down and tell them that no, he’s serious and that sometimes it’s not this easy. He should know. But – maybe it is this easy for them. Maybe it has become this easy for the new generation despite what he still hears on the news. Maybe, thanks to the new generation, different orientations will finally no longer be some big taboo and the world can be a better place.

 Maybe he’s still dreaming, but – it’s a nice hope to have. If anything, he can hope and appreciate that these two students seem to be very comfortable with themselves and for that, he’s happy. If they can have an easy ride of it, why the hell not.

 He leaves it at that and the game runs its course for a while longer, until recess comes to its end.

 “M Édouard, dites-nous une vérité!” One of the girls asks as they line up to go back inside. He laughs and stalls for a moment. Some part of him wants to share as well – tell them through his truth that they are not alone and that he’s gay. It would be easy, really, and he’d be an ally to them, or something – he’s not sure, but he likes that it’s not some convoluted over-thought process like most of all the other times he’s come out in his life. Thinking back to how casual the others were with their friends telling them, he figures they wouldn’t turn on him. They’d be surprised, probably, but – it’d be fine – he hopes.

 He opens his mouth to say it – to casually let them know that he’s gay, but then the words falter and die at the back of his throat; shrivel up as bile forms instead. He chokes over them and that same old fear creeps back in. He sighs, frustrated with himself. It’s not that the kids need to know, but part of him yearns to share and to show them that it’s okay to be like this – that they can lead successful lives while being themselves. Yet, even if these students would be okay with it, he fears they’d share the news and spread it – that it would then reach the ears of someone else, who would tell their parents, who would get upset, who would tell the school and ultimately, that he’d get fired and dragged through the mud.

 He doesn’t have the energy for that. Not now. And the fear ices his veins and suddenly, the pleasant mood from before is gone.

 The kids look at him, waiting for an answer.

 “Quand j’étais jeune, j’voulais être un astronaute.”

 It’s not a lie, but it feels like he’s just done them a great disservice. They don’t realise it and some other kid pipes up saying they too wanted to be an astronaut when they were seven, while another rattles off the name of a few astronauts they know. The moment passes, the kids move on to the next thing as they file back in and Edward breathes a little easier, even though the disappointment weighs him down. This could have been a great teaching moment and he’d let it slip through his fingers.

 He trickles in after them and tries not to over think it too much. After all, hadn’t he just reminded his students that they don’t have to tell other people about their sexual orientation if they didn’t want to? The same should apply to him, even if...

 Instead, he focuses on the fact that two of his students felt comfortable telling him, even if maybe they were only kidding and even if they went back on it at some later point. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that they didn’t feel the need to keep this truth about themselves hidden. That they felt zero shame and malaise sharing. That their friends welcomed them. If anything, it was refreshing to see. Hopeful at its fullest. It’s good to know that maybe the discourse has changed, after all and maybe, with time, he’ll come to terms with his own fears as well. He’s got to keep hope, if not for himself, but for them and maybe, with time, he can learn something from them along the way.

 (There will come a time, later, a few years down the road, during the last leg of his career. The context will be similar; recess, a Friday afternoon and the girls will be playing some other iteration of a truth game. They’ll ask him to play and he’ll agree, for a lack of something better to do and a never-ending need to bond with his kids in whichever way they want him to.

 It’ll be great fun. The kids will share truths about themselves that’ll range from heartfelt to funny and he’ll appreciate every single one of them. Eventually, as the kids are often known to do, they’ll turn on him and ask for a truth in return. Eventually, he’ll abdicate and confess to his own.

 “Je suis gai,” He’ll tell them, easy and simple as that, with a teasing grin to his face. They’ll roll his eyes at him, complaining all the while that they already know and that they want something new – a real truth. He’ll get them to settle and they’ll wait patiently, thirsting for a new truth about their teacher, “M Étienne et moi on est ensemble,” He’ll tell them next, laughing as they groan because it’s old news. They’ve known for ages – some since first grade. It’s the oldest news in the whole of the school. Hell, some have known since before since they had older siblings who brought the news home even before that.

 But Edward will laugh, pick up the game from where it left off and resume it. He’ll share the truth because it is one of his favourites. He’ll share it because, finally, after so long, he feels comfortable doing so. But mostly, he’ll share it for the kids. To let them know. To remind them, really, that it is okay to be this way and that even when they have doubts and even if it sometimes feels as though they have no one cheering for them, they’ll always have him.)

 FIN

[hecohansen31]

(Just Ride) Part 3

A/N: Hello there lovelies!

I just wanted you to know that this will be the last piece of this series for at least a few weeks, since I have had two ideas for two new fics (one of which is the sequel of “A Little Loss of Innocence”), but I low key also had an idea for an epilogue for this series, so… THIS IS NOT THE LAST YOU HEAR OF BABE PROFESSIONAL BIKER JIM!

Also this is my very first and complete smut, so please… don’t hate me, if you see anything that you actually don’t like please let me know and I shall try to take your advise and make my writing better!

So please don’t forget to tell mey your opinions on it, throught a comment, an ask or a message, I love y’all and I need validation, sorry guys… (but seriously help me and my writing so we can understand if I did something wrong!).

Let me know lovelies!

SUMMARY: Apparently time has come and Jimmy and Mechanic! Reader finds themselves in the most akward situation of all… their first time having sex (yeah I know I am bad with summaries…)

WORDS: 3,5 K

WARNINGS: Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Mommy Kink and Dom And Sub dynamics (I know that this is too soft to be BDSM, or anything related, also because Jimmy Boy makes fun of it in my fic, but I just wanted a nice and sweet first time between those two, as Reader said “there will be time for harder punishments”).

On the third date, thing started to get heated between her and Jimmy, which honestly surprised her.

The biker wasn’t one to wait, both on the circuit and with women, but strangely with her he cherished the sweetest and calmest of gestures, such as a forehead kiss meanwhile they worked on his bike.

He had gotten pretty good at it, enough that she rewarded him multiple times with kisses all over his face, meanwhile he giggled that they needed to be careful.

They needed to keep their relationship a secret, both for the fact that it wouldn’t have looked good on their stable, since she was supposed to work on two bikes, the other own belonging to the other biker of their race team, but she was basically Jimmy’s mechanic, since her and Russel had divided long ago the bikers they would be working on, she still had responsibilities towards the other biker.

(Although he wasn’t as sweet as Jimmy).

And it would have looked extremely unprofessional for her to share a relationship with the person, who drove the bike she fixed, not only because people could argue it wasn’t proper for her to work on his bike, but they could also argue she wasn’t in the right state of mind.

She indeed still felt her heart beat faster whenever a particular dangerous move brought Jimmy closer to the road, but she tried to keep it in behind her sunglasses, just to hug attack Jimmy in his trailer, making him swear not to try anything too dangerous just to impress people in the audience.

“You don’t get it?!” he had mumbled, meanwhile she cuddled to his chest in his bed in the trailer “I only have one person to impress, and that is you”.

“You are such an actor, Mason” she had mumbled, to hide the way that confession had taken, rubbing her in just the right way, ready to either cry or punch him or kiss him passionately, till the neighboring trailers wondered what those screams were for “… you have to impress me, not murder me with an heart attack, understood?”.

He had just kissed her lazily, as an answer, before cuddling with her for the rest of the free hour after the race and before the press conference.

And now they were at their third date, she had had to be the one to ask him to come inside, since Jimmy had actually just tried his best to invite himself implicitly but without saying it out loud, a generous blush on his cheeks and his eyes not meeting hers.

The same position he had assumed when she had told him to get settled on the sofa, meanwhile she poured him something in the kitchen, coming back to Jimmy, shifting uncomfortably on the couch, meanwhile he had his jacket on his pants, covering something she had felt during the make-out session outside her house, when her neighbor had caught them and coughed pointedly.

“Do you think she has recognized us?” had asked Jim, when she had turned around, searching for her keys in her bag “Should we…?”.

“She is convinced I work at the convenience store a few meters from here, and if she doesn’t think I am that, she gets me confused with Tina, the girl on the floor under mine… so you shouldn’t be worried, and even if you were… she is an old lady with a terrible sight”.

This had calmed him down, but he still seemed at unease so she kept her distance when she settled on the sofa, moving the glass of water towards him; she had asked if he had wanted something stronger, but he had just said he needed water to clear his throat.

Somebody could argue that three dates were a little too little for that, but she honestly had never been the conventional girl, alongside the fact that they had only three dates because of the respective troubling timetables.

But in reality, they had spent each moment on the circuit together, when she wasn’t fixing his bike and he wasn’t on the mentioned bike, so they knew so much about themselves and they were pretty confident on the fact that they liked each other.

-Is everything alright, Jimmy? – she mumbled, putting a hand on his shoulder to caress it, calmly and Jim immediately melted under her touch, immediately shifting closer.

-I am just nervous-.

-I promise that if it will make you feel better, I will talk with the old lady…- she promised, but before she could reply anything, Jim had shifted away.

-…it is not about the lady! – he rambled and avoided eye-contact, which got her to be the one to come closer, although she kept her hands to herself (pretty difficult) -… I am just nervous to be with you-.

-You do realize the only different thing from our usual time together is that we don’t have a bike between us…? – she tried to calm him down, totally understanding his nervousness but wanting to make him feel better.

-… it’s just… it’s your house and… - he raised his head to meet her eyes and smiled at her -… I am overthinking everything, right? -.

-No, it’s totally ok to be nervous, and just so you know… we are not going to anything you don’t want to do- and she kissed his forehead, meanwhile he hugged her with an arm, bringing her closer.

-I got very lucky, didn’t I? – he whispered, meanwhile she chuckled and nodded.

-Indeed, Mason, you got very lucky! – this prompted a joking-offended expression from Jim, who kissed her swiftly, a teasing way to get back at her words.

-You know you should have gone with “I got lucky too”.

-No, I shouldn’t, you are a nuisance Jim Mason- she giggled, diving for another little kiss, clearly feeling the nervousness and unease fade away, slowly -… but you are my very cute nuisance-.

-I am not cute- he protested, but she booped his nose to make him aware of the cuteness.

-Yes, you are, my very very cute boy- and she moved to his lap, straddling him, meanwhile she laid a few kisses on his face, getting him to brighten under her ministrations -… my pretty boy-.

-…my very hot mechanic- he shot back, before giggling under her, recaching up to kiss her and he dragged the entire thing out, pushing his tongue in her mouth, ranking it against her teeth, meanwhile she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

They were so into it that she started to rock her hips against his hard-on, getting a loud moan from him, whispered right in her mouth, the vibrations caressing her lips, gently.

When they separated from each other, it was her time to be nervous and she stopped Jim, from removing the first item of clothes.

-I have something I need to tell you before we move further- and she stood back, meanwhile he reached out for her arms, keeping her steady and giving her his undivided attention -… I know this might sound strange and you are very free to even tell me that you are uncomfortable, it won’t change nothing going on between us…-

She was straight up babbling and he reached up to kiss her, as she had done a few weeks before, catching her by surprise, before kissing her nose gently.

-No need to be nervous, I trust you with all my heart- he told her to go on with a gentle look.

-I am a very dominant person, not only in the stables but also … in bed- she had discovered this as soon as she had gone out with a boy, finding herself attracted to the possibility to see him crumble behind her, but everybody had just looked at her crazy, so she didn’t expect Jim to throb, practically, under her at the mention of that -… and I would like to…-.

-Wait… are you rehearsing Mr Grey’s discourse to Anastasia from “Fifty Shades of Bullshit”…- she straight up slapped his shoulder hard enough he actually let out a very pained mumble -… THAT HURT! -.

-It was meant to hurt, idiot- she mumbled, but still she moved down his ear and then to his shoulder to kiss the small hurt -… I was trying to be serious-.

-I know, babe- he mumbled, kissing her forehead -… but I had to-.

-That is what I am going to tell you later, when I don’t make you cum- she replied, at his ear level, getting the little moan he let out right into her ear at the mention of what was to come and that gave her the strength to go on, feeling under her how much Jimmy was enjoying the entire thing, grabbing his face between her hands, framing his face -… but I might just let you cum because you are so pretty-.

This got him to hold out a breath.

-… or maybe it will be even a prettier sight to see you roll around asking for mercy, I can’t decide…- she pulled away to tap her chin with a finger, contemplating the proper punishment for the small infraction, holding him tight under her hot core, feeling every inch of him.

She knew it was already a form of torture because he was so close to being in her and still so far away from the warmth.

-Please mommy don’t be too mean- the “mommy” took her extremely by surprise.

The “mommy” joke was an inside thing between her and Jim, and nobody else (she remembered perfectly when a fellow mechanic had tried to use the nickname and Jimmy almost snapped his head off) but she had never believed it would be much more, hiding something… like that… but at least, for her, it was a nice surprise.

-Ehm… maybe I shall go easy on your because it is your first time…- she thought about it, seeing something shine in Jim’s eyes hope, and as soon as she saw it, she retreated from his lap, getting up and away from him, getting him to try to catch her, meanwhile he silently protested with his eyes -… but you are also a tough boy who destroys my bikes each chance he gets, so I shall treat you as one-.

And she turned around, moving to her bedroom.

She might not let him out nicely after what he had just done, but she didn’t want their first time to be only a quick fuck on her sofa, and she turned around to check if he was following her, but he was on the couch still, waiting for her to order him around.

Which she did gladly did.

-Want to stay on the couch and get yourself off, or are you coming with mommy to her room?- this immediately got a rise out of him, who jumped up faster, following her and even entering the room before her as if he was again on the circuit, racing past her with confidence and setting down on her bed, comfortably, which got her to roll her eyes at his childish behavior, although she smiled sweetly, amused by the entire thing.

She joined him pretty quickly, her hand moving to his elegantly crisp shirt, or better to its buttons, opening it for her hand to move just through his skin, which she caressed elegantly, looking at him in the eyes, meanwhile checking his reactions not knowing if what she was doing was right or wrong.

And from the full-blown pupils he got just from her frail touches, he liked it.

When she got him out of the shirt, quickly discarded off the bed, she pushed him down, getting a boyish laugh from him, meanwhile she straddled him, a hand going to his chest to keep him down, before bringing her lips centimeters away from his.

Jim wanted to get up but she quickly held him down:

-Baby boy, don’t move so quickly and without my approval, and maybe I will be nice- and she moved to kiss his neck, pushing marks into his skin, mindful of where his race-suit covered, and where it didn’t, leaving a few marks just to make sure that the umbrella-girls would know he was taken, whenever they puffed his chest out at him.

And then she made her way to the pleasurable treasure trail of little blonde hair, till it brought her where Jimmy wanted her the most, standing at full attention for her and for her welcoming hand, which wrapped tightly around him, using the slick on the head of it, around the hot skin there, before her mouth tasted him, making Jimmy arch on the bed, which prompted a smirk from her.

She laid her head down on his tummy, feeling the muscle under it clench instinctively, looking down at him, who just stared at her between his lashes, annoyed with this treatment, but also attentive at her next gesture.

-You look so cute, Jimmy Boy and taste so good- she mumbled, licking her lips slowly, meanwhile Jimmy just rolled back his eyes, arching again, although she hadn’t touched him-…what do you say? -.

-Thank you…- he mumbled, although he still smirked, a bit too brattily for her, who gave his thigh a pinch -… mommy-.

-Oh, that’s better! – she smiled, jumping up, and moving around, turning her back -… still you are a bit too cocky, so maybe I should leave you like this-.

This got Jim to drop the smirking and he immediately crawled where she was standing, his hands didn’t dare touch her, but he moved closer.

-Please, pretty please don’t leave me like this, mommy- and then he hugged her, placing a kiss on her neck, sweetly and tryingly -…I need you so bad-.

-Just because you have a very big problem between your legs – she mumbled, turning around to meet his blue eyes, big mistake since he actually looked so needy and sweet and she just wanted to kiss him, throwing away all the plans she had made to make him pay for any bike he had ruined…

-… at least you are admitting it’s big- he mumbled, getting a grin from her.

-Keep on talking like this, and I will leave you high and dry-.

-Please don’t, it would be horrible to walk out of this with my tail between my legs, pretty literally-.

After that she threw him down, pushing him against the bed and this time she allowed a kiss, just to stop him from talking, eating up his giggle at her sudden move, and this time when she went down, she stayed there, till the very edge.

She left him unsatisfied when she got up, hair messy because of Jim’s wandering hands (she hadn’t had the heart to tell him not to, there would be more time when it would be far harder) and her cheeks emptying and filling with air, whereas they had held Jim’s manhood, and lips slick with split and precum.

Although he was unsatisfied he didn’t protest, for which he got rewarded with a slick kiss, right on his lips, her tongue swiftly entering his mouth, to let him taste himself, before smearing slick on his lips, in a very messy kiss, almost as much as her hair had become, but he breathed happily into her, thrusting up instinctively into the kiss, making his manhood sweep over her clothed core, the jeans creating a pleasurable friction that he moaned through the touch, till she held his hips down.

-Baby, if you want for this to happen, you better behave- and he nodded quickly, and she separated getting a pained moan from him, but she calmed him down with a  caress his cheeks, before getting his hand to join hers, meanwhile she unbuttoned her blouse, leading it in circles, meeting her skin, tasting the supple one of her breasts, and then moving down to her elegant pants, unbuttoning them, to reveal black underwear matching the bralette she was wearing.

And finally meeting his eyes, she dared to see what he thought of her, naked in front of him and in them  there was an intensity she had never found in anybody else, as if not only he liked what he saw but he gave himself up to her entirely.

She discarded the pants in an angle of the bed, too hot and bothered to care, because if Jim was a mess on edge, she felt so emotional that when she let him enter her as soon as she was on top of him, her hands on his chest, after she had slipped a condom on him, she let out a few tears, not believing she had found someone who loved her so completely and desperately.

And when she started rocking her hips, holding Jim tight under her, but with care not to bruise the skin, immediately their rhythm immediately mixed, with her slow one and his desperate one, fighting her grip till she started to match it, and she spit out a “brat” at the smile she got from allowing his demand (absolutely not because she wanted to speed up, the thing, nooo…).

The need and the tension, immediately building up and she felt herself closer, enough that she almost closed her eyes to ease the feeling, meanwhile Jimmy tried to grasp her, getting himself up, and the movement got her to crack open an eye to reprimand him from trying anything…

But he just got up and kissed a nipple, before, taking it into his mouth, more gently than she had expected and kept this up, meeting her gaze.

And she was gone.

Just a swift touch of her clit, friction and excitement ran through her body and she was gone, gripping at his shoulder with enough force she knew there would be moon-shaped signs on it soon, but most of all, she brought him with her.

He bit straight down on her nipple, hard enough she would have a mark, meanwhile he spilled into the condom, but she felt every throb and twitch.

She didn’t mind it.

And then they held each other for what seemed eternity till the tiredness dropped on both of them and she fell down on him, getting a giggle from him.

She tried to make him exit her, more for his comfort than hers, but he just protested, holding her tightly, meanwhile she calmed him down with a few caresses to his back, meeting his eyes, smiling as brightly as she had never done, getting another tired but happy smile, before he nuzzled her nose, caressing it gently, before plopping down it a kiss, and then another and then another again…

They stayed in that embraced position till it got uncomfortable and then Jimmy allowed her to leave.

She rose up, feeling her release on her thighs, meanwhile she threw the condom in the nearest bin, getting a pained noise from an oversensitive Jim.

She calmed him down telling him what a good boy he was, and he had been, getting up only when she felt him react better, and moving to the bathroom, still feeling his protests but shushing them with the promise that it would take just a minute.

She retrieved a rag, knowing they had to clean up, but also realizing they were both too tired for a shower, so she simply rubbed the towel on him, attentive of his oversensitive skin and Jim thanked her for the coldness of it, which brought him relief.

He then tried to do the same for her, for which she thanked him, kissing his nose, but he was also too tired to do anything, and she just said:

“don’t worry, baby boy, this is a mommy thing, just enjoy it”.

They then moved the party under the covers, where she had moved both of them, hugging him gently, but loosely enough not to make him feel constricted, but he was the one who tightened the grip, facing her, and moving to the crook of her neck, nestling there.

-You are so much better than Mr Grey- he mumbled, making her laugh, in the blackness of the room.

-You have such a way with words, Jimmy Boy- she replied, cuddling him closer, and again drawing circles on his back.

-… what I was trying to say is that, it was beautiful and I wanted to thank you for that- he phrased it better.

-You never have to say “thank you” for that, Jimmy Boy, but it is nice to know that you have some manners- she sweetly linked their hands under the covers.

-…I only reserve the best for you, mommy-.

-And mommy loves her pretty boy- she replied, knowing perfectly she had just said the “l-word” but maybe Jim was already gone to sleep, since he had closed his eyes, tired.

-Love you too, my very hot mechanic-.

She smirked meanwhile she closed her eyes too…

Apparently this had got much better than just a ride.

Hey guys, 

(I had to upload it again because I wasn’t happy with it, so sorry).

As always feedback is welcome, leave an heart a comment, reblog it and you will for ever have my heart!

@sojournmichael @littledemondani @blakewaterxx @desertsunflower00 @uinen-ulmiel (if you want to be tagged in my next fic let me know!).

Love you, lovelies!

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I'm fairly new to this fandom. There has been so much drama going on, and it kind of worries me that a fandom is so divided. In the past, has the drama ever gotten so bad that certain blogs have been targeted? I've been a part of some fandoms where that has happened.

Hi Nonnie! Welcome! I’m guessing when you say “fandom” that you mean Shadowhunters in general and not just Malec fans, but I’m not sure. Full disclosure, I like to be honest and use lots of words, so lotsa words coming at ya. The truth is that there is no easy answer to this question. I’ll tell you what I know about fandom and drama from my own experience. I’ve been here about a year. I’ll answer this in three parts. (right?! I’m ridiculous)

First: Drama

*sighs* There is ALWAYS drama. Drama Here. Drama In other fandoms. (Which it sounds like you know well) Drama in real life. I know it varies and I have heard some say that SH is way drama heavy while others have said that other fandoms were equal to or worse. Drama happens. People tend to be opinionated. A lot of the time they put stuff out there without thinking of what others will feel about it. People often lack empathy, especially online. My advice on drama both on Tumblr and in life and what I tell my children is this:

You do NOT have to participate in drama. You don’t have to take the bait of someone talking about your favorite character, ship or actor. You don’t have to answer that vile anon. You don’t have to even see any of it. You can unfollow, block, blacklist, whatever it is that you need to do to avoid drama if you so desire. You do not have to give weight and power to negativity. You don’t have to give it oxygen or space. 

That being said, drama and discourse are two different things. I find that I enjoy respectable, well thought out discourse, and so I follow some blogs who are opinionated and I like reading their opinions on how the show could have done some things better, or their character metas. It’s no surprise that a lot of these blogs are writers. Writers, by-in-large, are people who think critically and are careful and measured with their words, because they know the weight and power words can have. Some people don’t like discourse at all, which is fine, so I try to tag mine so it can be avoided if people don’t want to see it. I find that even if I’m not participating in the latest heated argument, I am generally curious and at least want to know why people are carrying on. So I will look things up and see what they are saying. 

For example - yesterday I could see a few people on my dash talking Dom and his Malec comments (intelligently and calmly), but I didn’t know what it was really about, so I wanted read Dom’s interview quotes again. So, (as usually is the case) I knew something was going on, but I saw no real hate or drama on my dash. I searched Dom’s tag looking for his original interview to see what his actual words were. And……I got exactly 4 disgusting posts in before I hit the close button, retreated back to my turtle shell and just messaged a sweet friend asking if she had the interview. So I do SEE it. I know it’s there, but as far as drama on my dash there is pretty much zero. Discourse, about 10%, because I enjoy a good discussion. And what I see I go looking for. Sometimes my curiousity makes my life difficult. But that was my CHOICE to go looking. It’s largely about choices. I choose to follow amazing, kind, sweet, artistic, talented, joyful, loving people. Many of those have followed me back. And my fandom experience is wonderful because of it.

Second: Targeting

I know much less about this than I do about fandom drama. The very definition of targeting is 

a person, object, or place selected as the aim of an attack.

I suppose, based on that definition that, yes, I guess I have in fact seen people targeted in this fandom. Humans can be absolutely terrible and so full of hate. And the SH isn’t in a protective bubble. So, while I have never felt targeted myself, but I have seen my mutuals experience this. Others have indeed selected them to be on the receiving end of their hateful words. Now, what I have seen wasn’t a whole bunch of people attacking one person. It was just one or two attacking one or two. But even that has been very uncommon in my experience. And I don’t know if that is just because of the people I follow or if that is the case with the fandom as a whole. I tend to believe it’s the latter, only because I follow such a wide range of SH blogs with many different personalities, and still don’t see it.

In general the correlation I notice is that the more opinionated you are as a blog and the more discourse you put out, the more opinions you get back. These opinions are frequently in the form of anon asks. The larger blogs also get more nastiness sent their way, because they have a larger audience. I feel like all of this is to be expected.

I’ve had friends delete hateful asks without answering and I’ve had some answer them eloquently and with much more tact and respect than the person doing the attacking deserved. I’ve even known a few who have had turned anon asks off because off temporarily because people were saying terrible things. It all varies based on what the person running the blog can and chooses to do. I’ve followed blogs who get hate spewed their way because they love and defend a certain character, so “fans” of the other character will say nasty things. But, in all of these cases, the hate of a few is largely overpowered by the love of many. All of these people have wonderful friends and people who defend them, support them, and help them. And it is largely diffused because of how they choose to respond. 

Have I seen people attack others? Yes. There are some who will attack others simply because they can. They don’t even need a reason. And is there ever a valid reason for hate anyway? No. Definitely not. And people love the “my thing is better than your thing” drama. Or “your thing is problematic” drama. Do I have strong opinions about my ship? Sure. But I don’t need to hurl them at every person who believes differently. It isn’t necessary or productive. I know nobody could change my mind about my ship, so why would I try to change the opinion of others? Why would I want to?

I personally, have not seen any extreme cases of targeting. Anytime I’ve seen someone get hate, I’ve also seen many come to their defense, and it’s made me proud to be in this fandom. I have heard about extreme targeting happening with blogs who ship a certain less popular ship,  but, I also follow blogs who ship this ship and they seem to have lovely friends and a great support system and I haven’t seen them be attacked. I don’t have much personal experience with this, so it’s hard to answer, but it is my experience that you tend to get back what you put out. If you are confrontational and attack others, then yes, you will get attacked. If you like discourse, you will get discourse. If you wanna just sit on a fluffy marshmallow all day and die of fluff and feels, then you will die of sugary sweetness. I prefer Death by Daddario and Mauled by Malec and I get it daily. It’s fantastic!

THIRD: Tips for a positive fandom experience

This is what I do to make my fandom experience positive. I like kind people. They are my jam. I want nice asks, Tumblr hugs, endless beautiful photos of Matt in my inbox, art and fics from sweet and talented people, all the yelling about Malec greatness, people who support each other, intelligent discussion, empathetic humans.

Full disclosure: I get emotional. I have opinions. I am a serious Malec shipper. I’m on the board of the Alec/Matt Protection Squad. I speak fluent sarcasm. And because of this I’ve gotten the occasionally salty anon. Salt returned. Fair enough. I do make mistakes and I am sure I’ve upset someone before. I also apply this same standard to my friends. I know they aren’t going to be perfect.I know they will have bad days and have a raw emotional response occasionally. They are human and I expect this. Fandom has been a learning curve. But, I try really really hard to be positive and kind. Some hopefully helpful tips.

-Don’t follow just anyone. If I think I might want to follow them, I’ll scroll pretty far down on their blog to see what they post/reblog. If I see hate or negativity, then I’m out of there. I give it 2 posts. If I see even 2 in 50, then I don’t want to be there.

-It’s ok to unfollow anyone. If I do follow someone and I see them posting things hating on other people,  ships, actors, whatever it may be. (not discussions, just words meant to hurt people) then I usually give it about 3 times, and I unfollow. No big deal. I don’t want to see it so I don’t see it. I don’t care if it’s a large blog or a small one or who the person is. It isn’t personal. And NO it is not my responsibility to try and correct the bad behavior of every person who ships the same couple I do. I don’t like when people say that you have a responsibilty to do that. You don’t. I’ll do my part by spreading positivity and light.

-Block anyone who makes you feel unsafe. If I see a person attacking someone on a post or their blog, whatever it may be, I immediately block them as a preventative measure.

-Blacklist anyone/anything. There are times within the fandom that discourse gets to even me,especially if it’s one of the characters I love, So for instance, if a character I love is being heavily criticized after an episode, I will just blacklist either the people saying the things or the relevant tag for a bit. Tumblr savior is your friend. Use it. 

-Keep scrolling. My first reaction to anything that pisses me off or upsets me is to keep scrolling. I don’t need to chime in. I don’t need to start an argument. That person can put whatever they want on their blog and so I Alec level eye roll that shit and move on with my day.

-Talk to trusted friends. If a post just eats at me and I need to discuss it, then i’ll send it to a friend I love and trust. We will discuss it, go back and forth on it, she will talk me down from the “but I really want to set this person straight ledge” and we move on with our days. (my poor bestie is an angel). Amazing friends are so helpful in fandom.

-Think. Before I reblog ANYTHING, I try to think of how it will make my followers feel. If they ship a certain ship or like a certain character, and I post this how will they feel about it. If I think it’ll make someone feel upset or alienated, I scroll on by. If I like and appreciate the humor, sarcasm, sentiment, but I’m a little torn about reblogging it and not sure how people will take it, then I’ll just like it and not reblog.

-Extra think. Same but extra gets applied to posting something of my own. I think about every way that anyone can take it or be hurt by it. And I also think of how I’ll respond if someone reacts badly. I think about my wording, people of other ships, etc. This is original content you are putting out into the world that will get reblogged. You can never get rid of it once it’s out there. Every. Single. Time. that I have said “this will probably get me a salty anon” it has. Every time. I know before I even put something out there what it will most likely bring back. In those cases I have felt that me expressing my opinion on that matter was worth the salty anons. And I’ve never regretted one. I tend to be very sarcastic and opinionated in my tags, because most likely the only people seeing those are my followers and if people follow me they know how I am and they also know where the unfollow button is, so that’s more of a safe space. But, I have gotten anons who specifically referenced my salty tags. 

-Respond carefully. Speaking of salty anons.(I’ve never gotten hate, thankfully) Yeah, you could think of it as this person is coming to your door and being confrontational about what you put on your own damn blog and they are hiding behind anonymity to boot, so really I should be able to say whatever I want back. Right?! No. I push that feeling down and  I respond very carefully. I consider their opinion and their pov. I always tell them I have done as much. I stand by my original opinion, which is easy because I’ve thought it through before I posted, and I am understanding, and tell them that it’s ok if they disagree with me. I do this especially if I think they are trying to bait me. Thanks but no thanks. I’m not about that. I am so extra about this that I have my beta bestie read through a lot of my responses to anons before I post them. Just to be sure I’m not missing anything and I’m giving off the sentiment I want to give off. This formula is pretty good because I’ve never gotten a “level-up” on angry from an anon yet. (knock on wood) I think most often they really just want you to know they were irritated and that you upset them. It’s cool. Message received.

-Tag spoilers and discourse. Maybe not always, but I try really hard. This helps so much. People may follow you but not be able to stand discourse.

-Flood negative with positive. If someone is being mean to someone I follow I block the meanie, and then I yell nice things at the person being attacked. I also send them a sweet ask. I often will also send them a message with support. Light drives out dark. Period. I don’t address the hateful person directly. I do this with the cast and their s/o as well when they get hate. I just send them nice things. It’s easy. Don’t feed the trolls. It only makes them bigger and more angry.

-Spread love. If you love someone’s fic–tell them. If you love someone’s art–tell them.  Reblog the shit out of that with nice tags. If someone’s tags make you happy–tell them. If you think someone is sweet–tell them. Anything nice that goes through your brain. SAY IT LOUD. I cannot stress this enough. If you are shy, just do it on anon. People appreciate that. Love wins, always. 

-Surround yourself with good people. This is the most important thing for a good fandom experience. I have some of the very best friends I’ve ever had in my life because of this fandom. They are amazing people. Some of us are very different and I don’t always agree with them, but I do agree with their methods, their kindness and generosity, with their love and support.

SO, anon. I’m sure you are probably like, wtf is this?! I never asked for a damn novel, crazy!!! And so I’m sorry for this stupid long response. But, this isn’t an easy answer. And I can’t tell you about darkness without telling you how to drive it away. This is all stuff that people around me helped me do when I first started my blog and it’s been such a help. 

I hope this helps and please feel free to send me any more questions you have. Also, I would be more than happy to rec you some positive and kind blogs, if you wish. I follow a lot of Malec, and I’m not sure if you are a Malec fan or not, so I’m not doing that now. But if you tell me what kind of blogs might interest you, I would be happy to rec some! Thanks for asking. I hope you have a beautiful day. I hope your experience in this fandom is fun and wonderful and you don’t get dragged down by the bad side. The good side is so so so so great. Totally worth navigating the shit storms imo. Welcome. I LOVE THIS FANDOM.

:)

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EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 8

ONESHOTS:

Confess by eiqhties ★  Summary: In retrospect, it probably wasn't something he should have said when Even had a toothbrush shoved in his mouth. 

jeg tror du ser søte by ufologies Summary: Isak has to get glasses for a bit and Even reacts to it.

Holy by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: childhood friends!au; It was a Wednesday when he first saw him. Isak thought he looked like one of his mama’s angels. 

MORE UNDER THE CUT 

undisclosed desires in your heart by owilde Summary: soulmates!au; It would be just a massive joke if Isak somehow ended up having a soulmate. He doesn't even want one, not really. It's silly. If Isak wants to date someone, he can find a girlfriend on his own, thank you very much. (Well, he can't, and that's sort of the problem.) (Because he doesn't know if the wants a girlfriend, and that's sort of a huge problem.)

Here and Now by SilverySparks Summary: Isak's first 'I love you' to Even happened at 1:35am on a Thursday morning.

another time by ufologies Summary: “who do you think we would’ve been?” “what do you mean?” “in our other lives,” even clarifies. “knights. artists. i don’t fucking know.”

Dance Me to the End of Love by XioNin ★ Summary: Even wants to dance with his boyfriend. 

Strong enough to carry him by diamondjacket Summary: Isak is starting to lose the plot of the syndicated crime drama blaring on the television—and trying to figure out a way to get Mahdi to explain it to him without sounding stupid—when it happens. Before Isak can open his mouth to speak, Mahdi turns to him, clears his throat, and casually asks: “So…what’s Eskild’s deal?” Or: Mahdi thinks Eskild is hot. Isak just wants to get through this with his sanity intact.

Push by nofeartina Summary: ”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 outside by dessyreads Summary: Even has different plans when he asks Isak to come outside.

Sammen by XioNin  Summary: Short, but sweet oneshot about how the first clip of s4 came about.

i think i love time the most when i'm with you by evenbec ★ Summary: Even brings it up for the first time in February. It’s an offhanded comment, and Isak isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh and roll his eyes or take Even seriously. “Baby, imagine if we woke up like this every morning, and I got to smell your morning breath every day.”

Firsts by XioNin Summary: It's the first of many, Isak hopes. 

Better With You by iriswests ★ Summary: Isak and Even don't know what they'd do without the other. Eventually, they realize they don't really need to find out. 

puppy love by radiantarrow Summary: “Are you a cat person or a dog person?,” Even’s eyebrow raise is back. “Be careful now.” “Cat, always cat,” Isak says “no question.” Even dramatically clutches at his heart and says “I can’t believe you would hurt me like this. Gutta, sorry, but I’ve decided to break up with Isak, we have to carry all the stuff back”. The boys laugh about it, fucking traitors, so Isak just squints at them. Or, Even and Isak move in together, talk about adopting a puppy, and are in love.

Home by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: “Are we getting kicked out?” Or, Isak and Even move in together.

I'm yours by verlore_poplap Summary: roomates!au; Another Friday night, another shitty date. 

Sunshine in the Shade by MrsFredWeasley1996 Summary: A fluffy cute one shot about a sleepy Isak being all in love with Even. 

Get that man you deserve by diamondjacket ★ Summary: He had understood, in theory, that one goes to the gym to work out, and that Even going to the gym with his friends would result in some form of vigorous exercise, on Even’s part. The logic was there, the science checked out. He just hadn’t considered what the sight of it would do to him.

there with me by Salambo06 Summary: One morning, Isak comes to realise that he can’t remember the last time he woke up to Even’s side of the bed being empty.

heaven help a fool who falls in love by anathema (azirapha1e) ★ Summary: “I’m going to call Even,” Eskild says slowly, "and tell him that you need rescuing from a spider. And then I’m going to go back to sleep, does that sound okay with you?” “No!” Isak cuts in frantically, “no, no, no, don’t tell him, you can’t tell-” “Cool!” Eskild says, singsong and airy. “Okay, Isak, love you too, don’t die before Even gets there.” “Eskild-” Eskild hangs up.

imagine how the world would be, so very fine by withoutwords Summary: Isak finds a little drawing pinned on the back of his bedroom door. It’s a penguin, about the size of his thumb, with a little speech bubble saying, ice, ice, baby. 

Will You Move In With Me? by Skamzombie Summary: How Isak and Even decided to live together.

ice cream at 2am by hippopotamus Summary: Isak goes to the shop for ice cream and ends up getting something else as well.

and say I'm fresh by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug Summary: Even thinks Isak's snapback collection is a little much. Isak thinks Even looks hot in them.

Moving In by Skamzombie Summary: Isak and Even's first moments at their new apartment.

CHAPTERED:

The World Is Yours by kingdomfantasies ✓ Summary: reunion!au; Even and Isak meet again in Heathrow Airport after a year apart.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by BluebeardsWife ★ ✓ Summary: fake dating!au; Even hires Isak to pretend to be his boyfriend at his ex's wedding.

hitting on you by deansfallenangel Summary: “You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend”!au; Isak is head over heels for Even but doesn't dare talk to him. So the first time he actually does talk to him is because he accidentally punches him in the face while trying to explain to the boy squad the million reasons why he should never speak with Even.

Texting by CarolineMiller Summary: wrong number!au; Isak saved the wrong number and in a lame attempt to apologize to Emma ends up texting a totally different person. Between quotes from pompous movies, Sherlock's references and a lot of swearing, Isak and Even realize they're in love.

Kattehookern by Allregretto ★ ✓ Summary: Losing track of your roommate's cat really sucks, but at least Isak has his hot neighbor to help him out.

Expect the Unexpected by bri_ness ✓ Summary: Big Brother!au; In which Snakesak plays Big Brother.

even the rogue horticulturist by Leprechon ★ ✓ Summary: Even likes plants. Meanwhile, Isak takes an interest in the boy who sits in front of him in his 8 am lecture.

i didn't mean to kiss you (you didn't mean to fall in love) by tarjeiandhenrik ★ ✓ Summary: HateToLove!au & football/cheerleader!au in one. Don’t forget to thank me later.

sometimes he tries to light my cigarettes for me by aliveandready Summary: Shameless!au; Isak lives on the wrong side of the tracks in Chicago, barely making ends meet and trying to keep his siblings fed and happy. Even is some rich fucker who drives a porsche who just wants to take care of him or something.

TOUCH. by kosektivet Summary: friends to lovers!au; "Standing in the eye of the storm, my eyes start to roam to the curl of your lips." AU - Isak and Even have been best friends for years. Spent the early hours of the morning giggling and sharing thoughts in the security of a dark bedroom. They trust each other.

it's exciting running through the night by traumatic ✓ Summary: It's always been Isak and Even against the world. They grow up and they grow apart, but they will always come back to each other. Or where, in a story told throughout the years, Isak and Even realize the only thing in this universe they know for certain is each other.

Living with the man of your dreams by Cottonball Summary: Isak and Even at their new apartment.

Epic Love Stories by bri_ness ✓ Summary: Even's making a documentary of the epic love stories at Nissen. As Isak helps, he sees their relationship in new ways. Each chapter features a different character (or two), but Evak is consistent throughout. Set post-S3.

right click > save as by skittpurrson ★ Summary: Isak, a fic writer in the Minute by Minute fandom, had the world's biggest crush on the fandom's biggest name. Or: the fandomception AU, in which two boys fall in love over Discourse, gifsets, and increasingly dirty hashtags.

(★ - personal favorites |  ✓ - completed fics)