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[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Hey I'm looking for this one fic that i can't remember the name of. Isak and even were childhood friends, and isak lived with even's family during his teenage years. They hooked up once years ago but don't talk about it becuase even was manic at the time and slept with sonja immediately after. Very angsty but has a happy ending. Ive been desperate to find it. Any idea?

Hi there. This sounds a lot like Nobody Loves Me Like You by cuteandtwisted  If that’s not it, please let me know!

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Wiss, what are bfyt evak doing right now? Are they apart?

(They’re apart. Though not really. 💛)

Isak is on his third glass of wine. He’s finally worked up the nerve to open the bottle Geir not so secretly put in his bag after their little party at the lab to celebrate the start of the semester.

“I don’t want it.” Isak remembers protesting rather weakly, the cheap beer getting to his head.

“It’s free.” Geir insisted.

“No it isn’t. The lab literally paid for it.”

“Semantics. It’s leftover wine, Isak. It’s free.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want it.”

It ended up in his bag and Isak should have known from the strain on his shoulder at the end of the day alone.

It took several days of staring at the bottle of red on his minuscule kitchen counter — and a particularly cloudy day — for him to navigate to Youtube to learn how to open a wine bottle without a corkscrew. It then took several attempts at recreating whatever ‘banging the wall with a shoe’ ridiculousness, as well as a swollen wrist to get him to take a trip to the hardware store to buy a goddamn corkscrew — and a wine glass as it was conveniently positioned right next to it, making him realize that he did not have one.

“Only one glass?” a girl with short hair teased him at the counter. Isak had no doubt that he looked like he had never opened a wine bottle or owned a wine glass in his life before.

He walked out with two glasses, unable of admitting his aloneness and loneliness to a perfect stranger. And two video tutorials on how to actually open a wine bottle with a corkscrew later — and a broken cork floating inside the bottle — Isak decided to indulge in more than just one drink.

“Fuck it.”

It’s sad that he’s drinking alone in his tiny apartment, but he rationalizes that it will help him build some tolerance. He has a lot of catching up to do on his peers, having only recently started to really drink at social events.

His face suddenly gets hot with the memory of the last time he let himself get faded, that day after Pride with Even, when they kissed in the cab so deeply that he cried.

Isak lets out a sound that borders on embarrassment and maybe longing.

Even. Isak is on his Instagram account right now. He’s watched his sole story in the last 24 hours maybe a hundred times, an artsy shot of a typical Oslo street. Isak tries not to read too much into it. But he thinks he recognizes it. He thinks Even might have pressed him against a wall here and kissed him senseless during their blissed up period right before he left for Trondheim. He can’t really tell right now though. His brain is probably making connections that aren’t there. He’s drunk. He’s faded. He’s self-aware enough to know that he is. After all, he created a new Instagram account just to access Even’s, refusing to reactivate Heraklit because “what if Even sees, what if he notices.”

He won’t notice. Why would he. He’s probably busy living his life right now. He’s probably with Sonja right now. Probably.

Isak stares at a picture of Even’s crinkled eyes for a little too long before bringing a hand to his own face to check for whether he’s really smiling that wide or if it just feels like it.

God, he needs some endorphins, some serotonin, some oxytocin too. He should go outside for a run. He should let someone touch him. He should touch someone, so he can stop obsessing over memories of touching Even and being touched by Even. He’s going crazy, holed up in his apartment every night because he still doesn’t know anyone but Geir in this town. Geir, who has a girlfriend and who has to schedule every single thing, even nachos at the local uni bar after work.

Isak is drunk and lonely and alone. And it hurts to think about Even when he feels this way. It hurts to think about him and about their last night together and the things he said to him when he was flooded with emotions he’s never fully learned to navigate.

He continues scrolling through Even’s pictures and ‘likes’ one accidentally. But he’s far too gone to panic or try to correct his mistake. The odds of Even knowing it’s him with a username mostly consisting of whatever gibberish was still available are rather slim. Isak never responded to his one attempt at reaching out after all. That one sad ‘miss u’ text at 2:36 in the morning.

Isak wonders if Even was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bottle of wine when he sent it.

He wonders if Even was disappointed that he never bothered to respond. Isak isn’t sure why he didn’t. Is Even still expecting a reply? Is it too late to come up with something witty and interesting to respond with?

An interesting anecdote? A meme, maybe? An excuse in the realm of ‘sorry didn’t see ur previous text?’ A joke like ‘3 in the morning? i leave town and you suddenly become a fuckboy?’  

He types several responses and tries to ignore that he’s 11 days late and that he will hate himself in the morning for starting communications with Even again.

‘I bet you miss the sex.’ He types, then shrieks in horror when he reads it out loud.

‘Who is this?’ He tries next.‘ Hope you’re having a nice start to the fall’ ‘Theres a new Netflix show called the mind explained that u might like’ ‘How is Julie?’ ‘stop stalking my spotify’‘my oxytocin reserve has depleted. sos’ ‘hey’ ‘How is therapy? Hope everything is well’ ‘Im drinking wine alone and thinking of you’ ‘Im drunk’ ‘I hate this fucking city’ ‘i kinda miss eskild’ ‘Kjfjssfhajssajhas’

“This is dumb,” Isak exclaims out loud to no one in particular and pours himself a fourth glass.

——

——

Even is in the middle of booking his impromptu trip to Trondheim when he receives a text he never thought he’d see light up his screen.

Isak <3<3<3<3<3<3<3 (22:55)i miss you, so much

.

💛

[outofthewood]

Burning For Your Touch by @cuteandtwisted

“What about you?” he asks. “What’s your deepest and most unfulfilled wish?” Even expects Isak to go on a metaphysical and existential rant around how everything is ultimately insignificant. He expects him to quote Sartre, and Kant, and Montaigne, and Aristotle, and his favorite, Heraclitus. He expects him to school him on a concept he’s never truly taken the time to understand. But Isak doesn’t. Isak simply answers with, “To feel your touch.”

[miranhas-art]

Sunburn.

Insp. on @cuteandtwisted ‘s Burning for your touch

[louevak]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SKAM (Norway), SKAM (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen Additional Tags: Airport AU, Strangers to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Even is a frequent traveler, lots of banter, Strangers with benefits, not really but you'll see, so much pining, 10 + 1, Isak is stubborn and oblivious, Even is so distracted he keeps almost missing his flights for him, Isak is forward and follows him into the bathroom Series: Part 20 of In Every Universe Summary:

“This is the part of the movie when I say that you cannot, under any circumstances, fall in love with me,” Isak laughs. “Dammit," Even sighs dramatically. "What if I told you I was already halfway there?” "I'm afraid you're gonna have to find yourself another airport employee to keep you company, then."

or 10 times Isak and Even hang out at Oslo Gardermoen airport, and one time they meet somewhere else. aka Isak works at a 24/7 food court at the airport and Even is a very frequent traveler who likes to leave him notes on receipts.

[lovedeven]

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

“Stop. Stop making me want more. Stop giving me hope.“

[koedder-du]

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by @cuteandtwisted

❝This is where I knew I would be yours forever.❞