The Mark works as a window. It shows you your soulmate's world. Only, it's one of those pointless, warped windows that people like to put by doors. /Soulmate au/

Where is the part that screams it's me, this is me, I'm here? When does that elbow turn into Isak's elbow?

"It's time for a new tradition." Even smiles deviously and that can only mean two things. They're either trying a new sex thing, or doing something Even knows Isak will hate.

"That's too bad. Guess I have to settle for you."

"Hi. I'm Isak. I think you've made me go blind."

There's a certain mystery that surrounds her. The girl in the hijab.

"Isak, babe. This is me. This is the costume that speaks to my soul."

"Is it too early to say I'm falling for you?"

He is here again. Doing bench presses, all red in the face and groaning softly with the exertion. Even can't even do anything about it. He's stuck behind the staff counter, willing away his third 'gym-rat' fueled boner this week.

"I don't know if I'm into guys or just you." Alternatively, a Being 17 au that literally no one asked for. Or even thought about.

Soft, sweet kisses between two boys who love each other.

Gratulerer med dagen bby Av: Even Bech Næsheim

Pansexual. He'd toyed with the word for months before he came out. Alternatively, Even is so pan it's not even funny.

"Turn off your phone, baby," he whispers into Isak's neck. The harsh light from the screen still glares at them, but he can see Isak's grip loosen and he just has to push a little more. Alternatively, the boys get it on, and I'm going to hell.

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.

"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.

"Are we getting kicked out?" Alternatively, I've joined the masses and wrote some moving in fluff.

It's not love. Not yet. But Even's certain it will be. Coffee shop au

He's chill. Except he isn't when he feels something hit the back of his head. He doesn't dare look back, but his face is flushed and heat pools around his ears and neck. He sits up straighter and forces himself to rewrite the last sentence. Alternatively, Isak's got a secret admirer and Even is persistent.

He knows he's fucked up. Crazy. Literally. Clinically insane.

Even making out with Sonja like her lips had some kind of life force that he needed. Or some shit. It didn't matter to Isak. No, he was chill. And straight.

There's a word for it. The feeling of belonging. Of home in someone's arms. Isak isn't entirely sure what that word is, or what language it's in, but he knows it exists.