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We've had some wonderful art for our stories this year. We wanted to celebrate them one more time, and spread some love and support.

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The Dream of Life (M) by Flatfootmonster with art by Alterlove2021

I turn to you (when I can’t sleep through the lonely night) (T) by selfsufficient with art by Hodge (COMPLETE)

To Build A Home (E) by Happily_Evak_After with art by CelesteKayy (COMPLETE)

The Cure (E) by Anna _Driesen2121 and Viola_player1 with art by monikacharaabi (COMPLETE)

Some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fly (T) by Arfel with art by Garce (COMPLETE)

The Time of our Lives (M) by Sprookjes with art by Pauline 

Murder at 21:21 (M) by Hodge with art by Laika (COMPLETE)

Superstar (M) by Miniloc Island and Ghostcat with art by Parallel-Univers

Parallel pieces of You & Me by Jules with art by Katmylittlesunshine (COMPLETE)

Attraction - (M) by Laika and Midlifecrisis with art by Eirabach (COMPLETE)

Blessings of Babylon - (T) by Veronese_green with art from Bean Awake (COMPLETE)

Heated Rivalry (E) by Beulaugh with art by Polaris.Artwork (COMPLETE)

Blood in the Water (E) by Tea with art by Mariana/MiranhasArt (COMPLETE)

Him (M) by Maddie with art by CelesteKayy (COMPLETE)

I’m trying hard to fit among your scheme of things (E) by JackFrost_Sander with art by Hodge

Cracks in the Ice (E) by AltErLove2021 with art by Mazarin (COMPLETE)

As His Own Soul (M) by Midlife Crisis with art by Miranhasart (COMPLETE)

Cinderfella (T) by TeeJaySnow with art by Garce (COMPLETE)

Unmasked (M) by Prevalent_Masters with art by AltErLove2021 (COMPLETE)

From Christmas Eve to Wedding Vows (M) by SamuelFauvel 123 with art by Jazzi_123 (COMPLETE)

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New Level

written by @irazor (MinilocIsland on ao3) Isak/Even | Rating:E

Isak smiles, studying Even with one narrowed eye.  Even shuffles closer, smiling back, but withdraws his hand at the sight of Isak wincing, again, as he accidentally brushes his thumb over the tip of Isak’s nose.

“I’m sorry.” Even feels his own smile falter.  “For getting you into this whole...thing.”

“Don’t be.” Isak’s upper lip curls.  “I was the one who, uh. Started it.”

Even shrinks back a little.  Thinks of Isak’s vibrating presence outside the bar, the ferocity of his stare as he’d strided up to Mikael.  His red knuckles in the emergency room after, grip tight around Even’s hand.

All the questions Isak has asked him over the past weeks.  His knitted eyebrows as Even tried, with increasing desperation, to shrug them off, like it was nothing.  Nothing that Isak should care about.  The hurt and confusion Even had known must be in there, behind Isak’s suspicious eyes.  How helpless Even felt knowing that he was the reason for it.

He never meant to keep secrets from Isak. There were just these things Even never knew how to tell him.  These ugly, difficult memories he’d hoped that he could leave behind.

or, Even’s and Isak’s night following the events at SYNG in 4x05.

Birthday collaboration for Treehouse!

god i think my brain is broken because this took me too long to understand. did you mean the 2nd day of the 1st month of ‘21? so 1/2/21 or 2/1/21 (if you’re not a silly american)?

Even, 

I’ve been trying to understand, interpret, analyze, and rationalize ‘love’ for a while now. I’ve consulted the best philosophers, the best psychologists, the best neuroscientists and done extensive literature reviews. But I think they’re all wrong. 

They’re wrong because they don’t know love. They don’t know it like I do. 

I know love. I’ve known it for a while now. 

Love is the way my wrists feel in your hands. Love is the way you kiss my forehead when I’m pretending to be asleep. Love is the way you brush your thumbs over my knees when I’m nervous, the way you squeeze my thigh in dark bars and hold my hand at crowded parties. Love is how you know what to say to get me to leave my own head, how you always catch me when I’m spiraling, how you always know how to kiss me deep and slow on late night buses. 

Love is your smile, in the corner of your eyes where I love to kiss the most, in your Trondheim transit card that I love to borrow. Love is what I feel for you when you have trouble smiling, trouble leaving bed, trouble taking a shower. What I feel for you when I see your dry (redacted) on my pants or one of your socks at the end of my bedding. What I feel for you when I wear one of your sweaters. What I feel for you when you bend your knees to make yourself look shorter at concerts everyone is off-key and terrible. 

Love is the way you laugh, the way you kiss, the way you love. 

Love is the way you make me burn for your touch. 

I love you

You can stop waiting now

I’m hopping off the train now

I’m running to you now

                                                                                                             - Isak

a list of my fics so far...

Woensdag 16:36

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21440959

Vrijdag 18:26

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21491746

Ziet gij mij lachen?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22470529

‘your first guy’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22853518

& of course the incredible co-authored fic I’m writing with @skamsnake​ genius and smut-fiend - ‘Rescue my heart’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22408060/chapters/53536636

more updates as events warrant ;)

There’s still Sunday somewhere in the world, right? lol Anyway, here’s a snippet from chapter 2 in my Chriseva fic. I’ll probably post it in a few days, or so:

Eva stirs, and surfaces from sleep, blinking her eyes open. Her beautiful, bright eyes. 

“Mm… morning?” Eva stretches and sits up. God, she looks adorable. “Are you getting up already?” 

“Yeah, uh, I… thought I could make some breakfast.” Eva smiles. Now she looks at Chris with this fond amusement in her eyes, like Chris is the adorable one. “Come back here instead,” she murmurs, softly. 

“Um.” Chris doesn’t know how to handle it. Usually, after a hookup, everything is easy. Now… She feels wrung inside out, wanting more than she is allowed to want and she has no idea what to say or do. Eva is certainly dangerous, with her soft eyes and sleepy smile. 

“Come snuggle with me, Chris,” Eva yawns, and rubs her nose. God, so cute. 

Chris tries not to look at her. She wants to drown in Eva’s embrace and stay there. Instead, she mumbles under her breath and stands up from the bed. She doesn’t even know how to crack a joke. Joking is what she always does when she’s nervous, but now she doesn’t even know how to do that.