#nlmly

Bitch, please.🤣

I have read everything from cuteandtwisted.

Nlmly is amazing, though it hurts. I think it might be the fic from her where they hurt more each other. So it's hard to read in some points.

I would love to see the ending of that. But I'm won't be able to survive if Edvard dies, already telling u that.

Edvard has been feeling much better ever since Ivar showed up. Isak talked to his doctors and they’re calling his improvement astounding, borderline miraculous given that his previous tests and scans were rather inauspicious.

Isak is a logical person. And while he’s more than thrilled to see that Edvard is feeling better, he can’t help but be skeptical, his curiosity having been piqued.

So he starts paying more attention to Edvard, to the way he holds his cup of coffee, and the way he laughs, and the way he cares for Isak so very deeply, and the way he understands Even more than anyone, and the music in his voice when he’s talking to Ivar. Ivar who’s a dear to Even but still harsh on Isak.

Isak pays attention. And when Even asks him why he’s eavesdropping on two old men watching a movie, Isak’s breath catches in his throat. And he stammers and blabbers and rolls his eyes and evades until Even pulls him into a sweet closed-mouthed kiss that makes him smile and sigh and twine his arms around his back and part his lips like it’s the first time.

And they kiss until Isak forgets about his latest obsession. And when Even laces their fingers in that strange way that sends tingles down his spine, pressing his fingertips to his knuckles and caressing them like a sweet promise, Isak smiles and pretends that this isn’t everything, that this isn’t the only thing.

And when he finally shoves Even with a smile and a muffled laugh because “they can’t see this; they can’t see us”, Isak’s lips mourn the soft press of Even’s and his knuckles ache where the brush of Even’s fingers lingers.

“I’ll be in your room.” Even laughs, walking backwards with a grin. “Care to join me?”

“Be right there,” Isak replies, his cheeks flushed just like Even’s.

He grabs his bag from the single sofa chair Edvard no longer uses because he’s always with Ivar and walks past the two old men who have both dozed off in front of the TV. And his heart swells at the sight and his gaze averts of its own accord, no longer wishing to eavesdrop, to understand. But the image burns itself in his mind, unforgettable, undeniable.

Edvard and Ivar. Ivar and Edvard. Asleep on the couch, holding hands.

Like them. Like Isak and Even hold hands when no one is looking.

(song) /// Nobody Loves Me Like You by @cuteandtwisted

Nobody Loves Me Like You (Used To) - Mix 3 | Isak/Even | ao3 | listen

‘I give you my heart just to watch you waste it and it's killing me to love you’

Hi bub 💜

Here are two sneak peek of the next NLMLY chapter:

- Even signs up as a nude model for an art class. And Isak is fine with it. Completely and totally fine. No, really. He’s not freaking out about the entire school staring at Even’s naked body. Nope. He’s not jealous. He doesn’t care. It’s totally chill. They’re taking it chill.

Nobody Loves Me Like You - Mix 2 | Isak/Even | ao3 | listen

‘but you got me shot down by love. you got my heart now. why won't you stop now?’