This is based on two one-shots, whose writers have very kindly let me use. The first is this one by @cardassian-andorian - the first verse is basically lifted from it (with adjustments for rhyming). The second is A Moment of Rest by @squaremomgsquad. Both are lovely adorable pieces with a wholesome dose of Rupphire as well, so go read them and leave all the reviews! The rest of the song is my own stuff. It’s also the first I’ve recorded with my new mic so I hope the buzz is slightly less!
How does Isak know Even is drunk? Well, the thing with drunk!Even is that he gets happy and clingy. Don’t get him wrong, Isak is not complaining. Where someone might think he’d find that annoying, he finds the constant need of contact, the flushed cheeks and the ruffled hair of his boyfriend were nothing but adorable.
Even doesn’t drink often, which is why, when he does, he gets drunk pretty quickly. He usually just nurses one or two beers over the timespan of the party but on some occasions he allows himself some more drinks.
If it is one of those rare nights, a few things are very likely to happen:
Even exclaiming “Halla!” even though they stood beside each other the whole time with a crinkly smile that makes Isak’s mouth widen into a grin in
return. With a much softer and lower voice Isak responds, “Halla,
baby.” which earns him nose nuzzles when Even leans in. Isak pecks his
lips once and then assesses his boy and asks quietly “You ok?” while he bumps their noses once more. Even nods enthusiastically.
Even slumping down close to Isak on a couch (or rather, at least half on him) or scooting closer and closer until he has a leg over or under him before he circles both his long arms around Isak’s middle, settles his head down against his shoulder and sighs contentedly.
asleep curled beside (or on top of) Isak, who strokes his arms up and down or
scratches his head or just has an arm around him.
with Eva, Mags, Eskild, Vilde, Ricardo (who even was that again? A friend of
Eskilds? Doesn’t matter tho, he’ll be rambling) about how much he loves Isak. (Drunk Eva and or Eskild always agree excitedly and well a lot of gushing happens until Even goes off to find Isak bc he misses him).
all the boys repeatedly and telling them how
awesome they are. Mahdi and Jonas always gently shove him in the direction of either Isak or Mags when this happens (which both of them gladly take on, Isak not at all jealous that the attention wasn’t on him for a minute. Not at all. Ok? He isn’t. Stop, he really isn’t jeez. But that’s enough Mags, give him back already).
everyone for breakfast at their place for the next morning and promising a variety of pancakes, fruitsalat, waffles (cue fingerguns at Mahdi), scrambled eggs etc.
Even allwoing Mags to crash at theirs (which Isak revoks instantly).
Isak or attacking him with cheek kisses out of the blue even though they were
in a conversation with someone else.
Isak he loves him a good 20 times in an hour and dramatically pouts when Isak
doesn’t respond with i love you, too in
an instant. (which he really always does but Even is an impatient fucker when drunk).
Even poking into Sana’s dimples when she grinned at something sassy Isak says at which both bio buds roll their eyes but can’t really surpress a smirk.
(Thir friends don’t find the cuddling out of the ordinairy since A) they have seen Even drunk before and B) drunk!isak is honestly way worse with the PDA bc drunk!isak is just one hell of a horny guy.)
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“Just… one night?”
Annabeth nodded from where she was standing outside the doorway, her hands in fists at her side.
“Just one night,” she said, trying not to sound too desperate.
Percy leaned against the doorway, considering her. He looked like he’d just woken up from a nap, his hair tousled and still blinking the last dregs of sleep from his eyes.
He hadn’t answered her when she’d called and texted, so Annabeth had done the next best thing and shown up at his apartment door.
“Free food,” Annabeth sang, poking his shoulder. “I know you like that.”
He caught her hand and smiled.
“You don’t have to bribe me,” Percy said, and Annabeth felt her heart stutter in her chest. “You’re my best friend. Let’s do it.”
Annabeth bit her lip. He didn’t need to know that he was the only person she’d known to ask, nor did he know that she was starting to regret it — not because she didn’t want to go with him, but because she wasn’t sure if her heart would be able to handle it.
“Okay,” Annabeth said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and glancing up at him.
“Okay,” Percy said. His lips lifted into that crooked grin she loved, and Annabeth realized it was going to be a long, long night.