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junniepop · 4 years ago

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JJK men and a male reader

So I died and came back. Now my inbox is filled with a lot of Jujutsu Kaisen stuff with a male reader, so I looked around and noticed there aren't a lot of male writers or even gender neutral ones, meaning that's what I'll be doing for awhile. This first request is...

before I get started, if you'd like to request something, then please see my masterlist

JJK boys with a male s/o

Warnings: aged up and language oh and some nsfw stuff cuz that's what they wanted.

Characters: I. Yuuji, F. Megumi, G. Satoru, N. Kento, R. Sukuna, T. Aoi

I. Yuuji

Isn't hung up by you being male, I feel as Yuuji got older, the more open minded he became. His sexuality was something that evolved as he aged and had a big change in his mid teenage years when he was exploring himself. Into his late teens he began seeing people of all types of representation, he simply did not care how they presented themselves.

That leads us to you, our gorgeous male that has Yuuji simping. All seriousness, this man loves entirely, some might even find it to be smothering. He is the type to text you paragraphs of good morning and goodnight texts, always leaving something for you to eat in the fridge, brings something home because it reminded him of you, and always always makes time to call you before a mission.

Yuuji always has random thoughts about you. Like, "Should I make his favorite tonight?" "I wonder what he's doing." "Oh....that would look so cute on him, should I get it?" "AH this charm has our initials on it! that means it was meant to be!"

If you're a sorcerer, Yuuji d e m a n d s to be your partner on missions and he will have a fit if someone says no. Is constantly stressing himself out over your well being, even if he knows you can handle yourself. always asking about your technique and is amazed every time he sees it. Very protective, stands in front of you a lot and when he see's you struggling he doesn't hesitate to get the curse's attention regardless of his own situation.

Also just because I feel like he would: Yuuji gave you a promise ring when he realized you were the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He has this need to prove to you that he is a fit partner, Like showing you he can cook, has his own place, very responsible with his money and what not.

The type of guy to send you a million snaps a day. He will literally show you everything he did that day and wants the same in return.

Every date with him somehow includes a physical activity. Going out to dinner? chances are Yuuji will see an arcade and more specifically the DDR in the background.

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In terms of sexual stuff, Yuuji seems like a top, but has definitely thought about bottoming and upon trying it- was not into it. Does not matter if you're much bigger than him or not, he will top you. However, Yuuji is rather submissive when it comes to his partner, he will say yes to whatever it is you want. You want him to be soft and gentle, he'll do it. You want him to absolutely wreck your ability to walk, he'll do it.

The first time Yuuji tried stuff with a guy, he for sure looked up if it would hurt and read that anal could be very painful, was TERRIFIED that he would hurt the guy. Definitely was asking with every movement if he was okay. With you he's more confident, but still askes if you're okay throughout the event.

Man is simple, likes very intimate positions where he can see your face. Heavily into pleasing you, he tries any kinks you're into even if he's not that into it. Loves being praised, it just does something to his brain, in that same line- any sounds you make go straight to his dick. Really enjoys marking, is proud to cover you in them too.

The type of guy to enjoy eating you out, like fully sit on his face. Plus it helps his dick slide in smoother.

Yuuji will lose his mind if you say you want to milk him. Yuuji usually never thinks about his own pleasure, so when you want to pleasure him until he's empty, mans is not readyyyy. Just stutters out an okay and proceeds to go stupid when you start.

Conclusion

Yuuji loves you entirely. Trusts you 100% and would do anything to keep your life stable and happy. Yuuji just wants to grow old with you tbh, so in love with the idea.

If you were to break up with him, he would be devastated, unable to continue on for a long time. I mean he placed his everything into you, why would you do this to him?

all in all, it is a very stable relationship as long as you don't take him for granted because he is prone to letting people use him.

F. Megumi

Definitely did not care you were male. Megumi cares about a person's mentality, their goals and dreams, the way a person carries themselves. When Megumi met you, he found you quite attractive, your drive is what lured him in and from there his feelings developed.

Megumi is subtle in showing his affection. Little touches here, sticky notes meant just for you, always carrying 'extra' snacks. It actually might take you awhile to notice his affections for you, simply because it is so subtle. Megumi seems like the person to wait until you confess. However. Megumi would confess if he gets pushed to or knows he won't get rejected.

Once he confesses, his love is soft and soothing with a hint of awkwardness. Megumi in the beginning would be showing affection through words and small acts of service, always telling you how much he appreciates you and doing things for you. Some of these things would be things like picking up snacks for you, doing your laundry, leaving you some of his clothes. He likes to do these things without you knowing because I think it lessens the embarrassment he feels doing it.

Even if you are in a long term relationship with him, he always gets flustered by you. Megumi is naturally reserved, so telling him I love you with sincerity will cause him to malfunction. Poor boy freezes and stutters around his words while avoiding eye contact.

Now, physical contact in this relationship is a tell tale sign of how much Megumi trusts you and loves you. Megumi is the type of person to reserve physical touch for someone he completely trusts, so with you, this will let you know his true feelings.

Touch would start with closeness at first, just grazing hands or bumping knees, but would develop into hours of intimate cuddling because he's touched starved. KISSING, oh my lord- his kisses tell you everything he feels. so intense, no matter how soft he kisses you.

if you're a sorcerer, Megumi is the type to go on missions with you, but doesn't complain if he can't go with you. However, worries a lot and contemplates going after you. Unlike Yuuji, who would go to literal war, Megumi trusts your strength a lot. The only time he is like yuuji is against a particularly strong curse. Loves fighting together though, it shows how much you trust him.

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Megumi gives me verse energy. Like he was a top for a long time, asked you if he could bottom once and was surprisingly into it. So now when the mood arises, its whatever you guys are in the mood for. You guys often take turns.

His first time was with you- Megumi just seems like a late bloomer and you were the only person he did stuff with. He's very gentle because he knows it can be painful, I think sexually his fear is not being good enough for you, so give him as much reassurance as you can.

Now this boy is rather kinky despite his personality. Loves when you beg, drives him mad to hear your pleas and whimpers. Likes the pain of you needing something to hold onto when he tops which results in scratches down his back and the pulling of his hair. Doesn't think condoms are necessary because you're the only person for him in his eyes- aka likes breeding. When he bottoms, he enjoys riding and wants to see your face as he does. Do not get it twisted though, he's very much into you messing him up and railing him.

SEND THIS BOY NUDES. DO IT. Mans will sprint home if he has to. Don't do it too often or he'll get used to it. Maybe like once every two-ish weeks. Or better yet do it while he's on a mission. Megumi always tries to answer you, so expecting something serious, he short circuits when its just a pic of you in some underwear he thought he ripped the last time you guys were intimate.

Conclusion

Shy boy into some kinky things with his partner. It might take him some time to develop a deep relationship with you because he's scared you'll leave, but as long as you provide him the security he needs, he'll stay by your side indefinitely.

If you were to break up with him, you're just like his dad in his eyes and the betrayal would result in him locking many people out. Unlike Yuuji, who's emotions pour out of him, many wouldn't know Megumi is barely scrapping by.

G. Satoru

Gojo doesn't give a rats ass how you present yourself, he lives by the motto "a hole's a hole." What truly would make Gojo invest in more than casual hooking up is your personality. Gojo needs someone who doesn't need him and doesn't care about who he is in the sorcerer world. Someone like that would capture his eye rather quick and this man is like "Eh? I'm GOJO SATORU, you know top dog?" and you would just blink and go back to whatever it was you were doing.

Shows off so much trying to impress you. "ne ne (Y/n) did you see me squash that special grade into dust?" *sigh* "Yes Gojo, I also saw you split one into a thousand pieces and turn another into a ball." so unamused by his abilities.

The one time he saw amazement cross your features is when he was playing the piano (I feel Gojo's other talents were never looked at and everyone saw him as this god like being, all he wants is someone to look at other things he can do.) and his heart skipped a beat. Because his first goal was just get into your pants, he was quite surprised you were more interested in his normal talents. This is where he begins showing you his real side, still a teasing man child, but he begins asking you about your interests and seeing what you have in common.

The more he learns, the harder it is for him to find a way not to commit to you. You see Gojo subconsciously looks for a reason to leave, he hates being tied down and is super flighty. Then there's you, ticking all his boxes without even knowing it. There's only been one person to do that.

So he takes a leap and goes for it. He's still scared that he'll get burned like last time, but he's willing to try.

One of the requirements to being with Gojo is you need to be strong in your own right. Gojo is an extremely powerful man with many enemies, so his partner must be able to handle themselves. Being a sorcerer, Gojo would B E G you to go with him on literally every single mission and would throw the biggest tantrum until you say yes. Sometimes when he's being particularly childish, he'll stop fighting the curses to watch you do it. "You can do it (Y/n)-chan, if you win I'll give you kisses." Takes everything in your power not to launch your technique right at him as he sits there with his shit-eating grin.

This man in the beginning of your relationship is immediately extremely handsy. Just all up on you all the time, but little do you know is, this is really a protective measure for when you're out of the house. At home, he's still handsy, but you can just feel how different it is. He'll come and fall asleep on you, stand behind you when you're doing your skincare routine, always following you around the house.

Overtime, you'll become his place to rest when he needs to recharge. You're the only time Gojo gets a break from being at the top. It makes you wonder if he ever truly gets to be normal.

Overall, Gojo's love is deceptively delicate because his personality is quite childish, he uses it as a mask to hide how he's really feeling. So you might think everything is going swimmingly until he ups and leaves you. Once he starts showing you that real side of him, that's when you have him wrapped around your finger.

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This man is incredibly horny. His stamina is very high and he's very kinky. Gojo is a dominant verse whore. It doesn't matter if he's taking or giving, he's always in control. Honey you were not first and you might not be the last, this man is very confident in pleasuring you.

Gojo like I said, is incredibly kinky. He enjoys degrading you, overstimulating you until you beg him to stop, he wants to break you and make you only crave him. Seriously, you might want to think about a safe word because this man won't stop until you're not even speaking coherent sentences. In saying that there are somethings that you can try (key word 'try') to do to make him lose his mind. One of those things is a blowjob, his dick is incredibly sensitive in certain areas, so he'll become a mind-numbed mess if you're good enough. Another is softly begging in his ear and saying how he's the only one who makes you feel this way aka call him your god in bed and he'll bust right then and there.

Phone sex. Legit will call you if you guys haven't been together for a few days and all you hear are his whines and groans. "Guess what I'm doing cutie~"

THIS MAN- you're never safe to answer your phone because one time you opened the snap and it was him lazily jacking his dick. You have a small heart attack every time the notif is a snap from Gojo, just praying you can open it in public and 9/10 you can't.

The type of guy to get handsy in public places. Just in your ear like "Baby pleeeeasssseeeee can we fuck in public, I promise you'll still be able to walk when I'm done."

Conclusion

Gojo is a rollercoaster of a relationship that needs it's rider to be okay with a lot of distance for awhile and sudden disappearances. Without the right criteria, the relationship is doomed to fail.

If you were to break up with him, he would immediately sleep with as many people as he can to numb himself from the pain of having a hole ripped right through him. He'd go back to that childish personality, but you can feel the edge in his words despite his tone.

N. Kento

Nanami gives me 'gave up on the sex of my partner ages ago' energy. Like he has tried relationships with a lot of people and realized all people suck. So you being a man means nothing to him, you just have to prove to him you're not shitty like everyone else.

The type of guy that takes you out on proper dates in the beginning. It's usually dinner because of his job, but sometimes he'll ask you to lunch. Nanami will bring you small gifts like flowers or Knick knacks he thought you'd like.

Nanami likes someone a little younger than himself, probably around 23-24, they still have that idealistic thought process but with realistic foundations. He likes someone who can be serious, but still enjoys things like joyrides or going out bowling.

Nanami is a very uptight guy, so you're going to have to work to get him to relax. When you do, this is when he starts to see you as long time partner rather than someone who is just for fun. Literally goes from stick up his ass, to a big softie that just wants to curl up in bed with you. He'll start smiling more and doing intimate things like bathing together.

Nanami would probably rather have someone outside the sorcerer world so he doesn't have to think about work when he sees you. He wouldn't complain if you were though, gives him a lot less to worry about since he knows you can handle yourself. Doesn't even stress when you go on missions by yourself, he respects your strength.

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Now Nanami is moderately kinky. He's definitely a top and will not change. He's into ddlb (dom daddy and little boy for my innocents out there.) Very much into control and making you take it, he's not one for brats and will tame that shit right out of you. Doesn't need a safe word, he's very good at gauging your reactions. Really really into deep throating and you better learn how to breathe or you'll be struggling. Likes breeding, so he would be glad you can't have children.

Conclusion

Nanami’s love is traditional and straight forward. He likes routine to a certain degree and that degree ends at stable relationship, everything else is not that fun without a level of risk to him, but he likes that when he comes home, you'll be right there.

if you were to break up with him, Nanami would sigh and say he told himself so. He's hurt, but it'll solidify that people are still and always will be shitty.

R. Sukuna

Sukuna does not do love. period. The only way I could see him giving notice to someone is if they are powerful, someone who can bring him amusement. Sukuna only does thing for his own entertainment end of discussion.

I’m going to be using post-Yuuji Sukuna, so he’s restricted by Yuuji himself and can’t outright cause chaos at all times. This way Sukuna has to spend more time with people than he’d like to, normally he would just kill something once he’s bored, but now he has to deal with them.

Noticed your technique through Yuuji and was amused, much like Megumi, he thought your curse technique had a lot of potential to be devastating. As Yuuji spent more time with you, Sukuna began noticed more things about you, like that you cooked better than Yuuji, were extremely versatile in battle with your technique and so on.

The type to notice your attraction to him and act on it. He can’t really do much since he’s in Yuuji’s body, so he’s going to work with what he’s got. Didn’t care if you’re male or female, he just likes a strong partner so he can go harder during sex.

Your relationship would start with being his toy, something to bring him pleasure that is all. With Sukuna, you must both respect him and not fear him. He’s very big on respect and trust, but hates when someone he views as ‘important’ fears him because they’ll betray him the second they can. Everyone else can fear him, he doesn’t care.

Sukuna is also highly unpredictable and unstable, be prepared for death at a moments notice tbh. He’ll kill you if he feels like it. In a deeper relationship, Sukuna is a hard pressed tsundere, saying things quite harshly. Saying things like, “Here brat, I don’t need you breaking just yet.” “Dumbass, that curse was stronger than you.” “I took care of them because you’re weak.”

Trust between Sukuna and you is a game of high stakes chess, one wrong move and you’re nothing but trash to him. However, succeed in earning his trust and you’ll be rewarded with a loyal man. Though Sukuna hates showing vulnerability, so he’ll treat you the same in public places that he would treat anyone else. Alone, he’s alright with whatever as long as it doesn’t annoy him.

Surprisingly protective. He’ll kill curses he deems are a problem to you or rip a person limb from limb if he found a hair missing from your head. Doesn’t understand why you don’t let him handle it, he’s way stronger than you.

Is almost never soft with you unless he’s extremely tired or just waking up. Holding you as close as he can and telling you not to go. Don’t bring it up either, he’ll end you if you tell anyone.

Will never tell you, but likes touching you, you’re very soft compared to him. He’s the type of guy to have callous from years of fight and doesn’t really care about his skin to much because he’s a God in his eyes.

Would rather surrender himself to a church than admit he gets slightly giddy when you remember small details about him. Like this man has a lot of history, so when you know a tiny random detail about him, his non-existent heart shutters a little.

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This man is extremely kinky during sex. I pray for your well being because honestly I don’t know if you’re going to live through sex with him. A dom top period, that last person to even insinuate they could top him was added to his innate domain permanently.

He’s into completely dominating you and make sure you know he owns you. B I G into impact play, slapping you a lot until you’re a beautiful red. Degrading and humiliating you, honestly would let people watch so they know that you’re his property.

Actually really likes his partner to be a brat, man loves breaking you and turning you into a submissive bunny just for him. Honestly he just likes pushing people beyond their limits, like really into emotional play, he wants to see your expressions when he does something. Ooo objectification, will use you like a foot stool and sit on you. Man in general will work you hard.

In saying all that, immaculate aftercare because he knows your mind is too far gone to remember him being this caring and soft for you. Literally bathes you and gets you into bed curled up on him. Also makes sure your body didn’t sustain a lot of damage during sex.

Do. Not. Taunt. Sukuna. It will not end well. “Huuuh? You think you can handle more little boy?” Eyes narrowed and smile too tight. You’ve awoken the beast and he’s not going to leave anything unbroken.

Conclusion

Sukuna’s love is... well a bike ride through hell? To be honest you’ll never know if he loves you. Everything about him is highly unpredictable and dangerous, you could end up as worm food in seconds.

Breaking up with Sukuna... you’re joking right? You don’t have the balls to tell a man who could split you into a million pieces with a flick of the wrist, you’re breaking up with him , right?

Seriously he’ll kill you, no hesitation. It’s either realize you’re stuck with him or die. I think most people would assume he never cared at first, but he did care and now you want to leave him? Absolutely not. He set everything down for you and he’ll be damned if he lets you live without him.

T. Aoi

(First and foremost- why is it so hard to find Toudou headers.)

Okay, I’m sorry but Toudou to me is a straight guy, so I can’t really see him with a male. But, if it were to happen, I think it would go like this:

Being childhood friends with Toudou, you were used to his eccentric personality and sometimes extreme antics.

This man is EXTREMELY comfortable with you. You guys grew up together, so some of the things you guys do together would definitely be seen as way too much for friends. I’m talking sharing the same bed, bathing together, using each other’s things without permission. To you guys, you’ve been doing this since you were little, so neither of you think twice.

I think there would be a trigger that would make Toudou realize he’s more into you than being friends. Like maybe someone flirting with you, he’d at first think he’s being replaced as a friend, but it’s much deeper than that. Definitely debates in his head about what he’s feeling toward you. After going back and forth with his type of girl in his head, he’ll come to terms with it.

This is when he’ll start noticing things he’s never payed that much attention to before. Things like how small you’re compared to him, the way clothes fitted to your body, how pretty you actually were and most important difference- how he’s never noticed you have the fattest ass he’s ever seen.

Seriously this man’s sexuality went from women to women + you.

Toudou isn’t the type to wait either, as soon as he knows how he feels, he confesses. He’s the type of guy to say “take it or leave it, that is how I feel.”

You kinda just stand there. Like, huh? Toudou are you feeling okay? Have- have you been cursed? There’s no way, Toudou middle name pussy pounder Aoi just said he was into you romantically... right?

After the shock, you reciprocated his feelings and began dating.

Now, this man- S U P E R affectionate and devoted. Always wanting to hold hands or link arms. He loves cuddling and playing with your hair while you sleep on him. Puddy in your hands if you give him a massage.

Toudou is immensely dedicated. He knows your favorite foods down to the amount of salt you use on your fries, knows what sizes you prefer for hoodies, shirts, button ups and so on, and this man knows your favorite movies by heart.

He’s the type to buy you something simply because you said it was starting to give you problems.

Lovvvvessss dates. I mean he’s a hopeless romantic, he wants to take you on really cheesy dates that you’d see honeymoon couples go on.

The type to want to match clothing or jewelry.

If you’re a sorcerer, he’s wanting to train everyday, he likes seeing you in action. Double points if you can match him in strength too. He respects your strength enough to not worry about you, he’s confident in his S/o’s abilities.

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Top. Enough said. Ok but seriously, he wants to clap you cheeks so bad.

Toudou has the biggest size kink too, I’m talking like he’s the type to point right at your navel and say “I’m right here baby~ can you feel me filling you?”

His definitely into railing. His favorite position is the mating press, allows him to hit deeply and as hard as he wants.

Lovesss when you whine and beg. He wants to see how much you can take before your begging him to let you cum.

The type of guy to leave your ass a nice reddish purple color. Just two big ass hand prints on you ass and hips.

✨i m m a c u l a t e✨ aftercare. It’s almost like he’s worshipping you when he’s cleaning you up and making sure you’re taken care of.

Conclusion

Being with Toudou is like being with an Aries, he’s high energy and can get easily bored. He enjoys someone who excites him both mentally and physically. Loves a challenge. Toudou’s love is like a concentrated ball of sunlight, it’s hot and bright. He’s overly devoted to you and tells you how much you mean to him all the time.

If you break up with him, he’s the type to hold his head high until he’s alone and then he breaks down, crying into his hands. Thinking, “Was I too much?” “Maybe I wasn’t enough?” He’s confident, but he’s still a person with insecurities.

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shadowsinger11 · 4 years ago

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You, The Stars And I

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k (oops)

Requested by @amira3113: Can I request a fic abt the reader seeing Fred and George comforting a kid after Umbridge punished him and the reader helps them and Fred thinks it's so cute what she is doing and she does the same and extra mega fluff, pls?🥺 you don't gotta do it if u don't want to btw.. so no pressure ;)

Warnings: A bit more angst than intended, Fred being a soft boi™️

A/N: I don't know how to feel, I just roasted myself hardcore with this and I'm feeling even more single. I'm sorry for not being able to use a 'keep reading' tab

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The sun fell asleep behind the endless hills, enveloped by dense, opaque darkness. Its golden rays no longer shone through the wide windows of the castle and instead let shadows creep into the long, empty hallways, revealing the ugly truth about what the school had turned into over the past few months.

The naked walls stood tall, towering over you and inching closer with every step you took, and you hung your head low, aiming to block out the singular buzzing thought in your head.

Hogwarts was no longer home.

Your heart ached at the memory of hundreds of students chattering and laughing all day long, freely walking around the school grounds and simply being children. You so terribly missed being careless and having fun without the fear of potentially facing a life-threatening punishment.

But now there was no laughter, only your footsteps echoed in the hallway.

You were headed straight to your common room, determined to go to sleep early. The curfew and the dozens of new restrictions prevented you from meeting your friends, and you hoped that sleep would at least somehow distract you from your worries for a couple of hours.

The deafening silence nearly caused you to miss the muffled sobs and quiet whispering, coming from a turn not far away. It seemed as though there were more than one voice speaking, and your chest clenched with dread.

You hurried your pace until you reached the source of the noise, and peeked from behind the wall.

The sight most definitely surprised you, but the pain in your chest only sharpened.

There, on a bench, Fred and George were sitting, hunched over a small boy, probably no older than a second year. You could tell by his green robes which house he was in, but his red, tear-stained face was what alarmed you.

You immediately approached him and fell to your knees. George was on his left, rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back, while Fred was on the other side, holding his small hand in his, on the back of which a few words glistened with fresh crimson blood.

I must not ask questions.

You sent the twins a questioning look, but Fred dismissed it by shaking his head; clearly that was not the time for an explanation, nor was one necessary to begin with.

You placed a hand on the boy's knee to make your presence known.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

This only caused the child to sob harder and you internally cursed for having to go through this routine.

"It hurts…" he whimpered, "I thought Hogwarts was fun. I met friends last year and it was great. But now… Now I really want to go home."

Your jaw clenched and you swallowed hard, furious about seeing innocent children slowly losing faith and joy in life, turning into hollow shells of the amazing people they could have grown to become.

The horrifying experience would inevitably have a massive impact on them and unexplainable guilt twisted your stomach. And even though the long-term damage had already been done, you could at least take care of the temporary pain.

"It's not going to hurt for long, I promise," Fred whispered, tenderly playing with the boy's trembling fingers. "Ours are already fading."

"That's true, see?" George showed the back of his hand on which you could make out the faint, bloody words 'I must not cause trouble.', and you felt sick. "Soon you won't even remember it was there."

Tears stung in your eyes, but before you gave them a chance to fall, you turned to the redheads.

"I can heal the wound. Well, to an extent. If anything, I can lessen the pain," you began. "But I need to grab something from the Charms classroom."

Fred frowned, confused, "Wouldn't you need a potion for that? Why Charms?"

"Snape isn't the only one armored with potions for just in case things go wrong. And we can't risk going to the dungeons at this hour. It's not wise to tell Madam Pomfrey yet either."

The twins nodded. George said.

"It's not a good idea for all of us to go at once. I suggest one of us returns and covers the others up if necessary."

"I'll go with her," Fred stated without a second thought. "I can get them safely where they need to be, let her do her thing and bring them back."

Fred's eagerness to help filled you with warmth and for once that night you had the strength to smile, even for just a second.

"That sounds like plan then. But you should really take the map," George added, already pulling out the neatly folded Marauder's Map from his backpack. "Don't wanna risk getting caught by the ugly toad, you know."

"As if she'd be strolling down the hallways late at night. Doesn't she have hobbies?"

"Does hanging creepy pictures of cats on pink walls count as such?" you commented and the second year giggled, which made you feel slightly better as well.

Fred took the map from George and you grabbed the boy's hand.

"Good luck, guys. And, like, don't die."

"Woah, greatly encouraging, Georgie," you replied sarcastically, but appreciated it nonetheless. "You sure you'll be fine?"

"Absolutely. I got the route memorized like the back of my hand. I'll be careful."

And with that, George headed towards the Gryffindor Tower while you, Fred and the boy went in the opposite direction - the East Towers.

The night was eerily quiet, only the footsteps and shuddering breaths of the three of you keeping you sane. The soft light, gleaming at the tip of your wands, didn't do much to brighten the empty hallways which now seemed like endless voids of darkness.

Occasionally Fred would warn you about Filch's cat approaching, or Peeves causing trouble nearby, but fortunately, you reached the classroom sooner than expected.

"Alohomora," you whispered, but the door didn't bulge when you tried to open it.

Fred grinned, "Surely a Charms professor wouldn't let such a cliché unlock his own classroom."

"Shut up," you grumbled. "Aberto!"

The door opened. Fred's eyes widened in amusement and you flashed him a charming smile on your way in.

You placed the boy to sit on a desk as you and your friend rushed to look through drawers and chests for something useful. Most of them were full of basic items such as old books and quills, half-full jars of salamander blood, pearl dust and gillyweed, and after long fifteen minutes of not having found anything, you slid your back down against the wall, sighing in frustration.

Sleep-deprivation was kicking in, but your anxiety was getting stronger.

You needed to do something. Fast.

"What about this chest right here?" Fred asked from the other side of the classroom, pointing at something under Flitwick's desk.

You shook your head, "Doesn't open, already tried. Even if the cure is there, we can't get it."

"I take it your brilliant spells don't work anymore?" the redhead teased and you so badly wished to slap away the cocky smirk on his face. Or kiss it. There was something oddly attractive about the way he'd set your nerves on fire, and you hated yourself for enjoying it. Fred seemed to love it too.

"If you're only here to be annoying, just leave."

"I'm here to help too. I can multitask."

You nearly jumped from the ground to strangle him, and he clearly saw through your intentions because his toothy grin almost split his face in two. That bastard.

That super annoying, devilishly handsome bastard.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me, or are you coming? Not that I mind the attention," he shrugged.

You rose to your feet and made your way over to where he was standing, not granting him the pleasure of facing him, "Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. Your stupidity is simply impossible to be unnoticed."

Fred laughed, "Oh, so I was annoying and now I'm stupid too? Make up your mind, woman."

You pulled out your wand and smirked at him over your shoulder.

"You said it yourself that you can multitask. Aberto!"

Nothing.

Fred squinted his eyes as he stared at the wooden chest. What spell could the professor have possibly used? Could you have even heard of it? The chances of ever finding the precious item were becoming grimmer with each passing second and the inevitable sense of dread had started to settle in.

After a minute Fred finally spoke.

"I think your problem is that you're using spells that only work on doors. You need a charm which unlocks containers."

"You might be right. What would that be then?" you enquired, glancing at the redhead. He took his own wand out of his robes.

"I know a spell that's come in handy before. Hopefully it will work now," he wettened his lips and said. "Cistem Aperio!"

Blinding light caused you to cover you eyes, and the chest opened with a loud thud which could have easily alerted the entire floor of your presence if it wasn't for the silencing charm you were lucky to have used when you first entered the classroom.

You finally dared to open your eyes and kneeled on the ground, carefully rummaging through fancy-looking boxes and vials sparking with liquids that seemed to be quite important.

"What are we looking for?" Fred asked as he crouched next to you.

"Wound-Cleaning Potion. Purple."

It was weird having Fred stand this close to you; sparks of electricity would pierce your heart every time his shoulder brushed against yours, or his fingers would accidentally graze yours. And when they did, they had you longing more and more for their touch, for their warmth.

But this warmth did not belong to you.

You swallowed down the disappointment and instead attempted to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you had expected, the precious crystal bottle was carefully wrapped in sparkling cloth and placed inside a box that was hidden deep in the corner of the chest. You breathed a sigh of relief and got on your feet, determined to stay away from Fred. For his sake and yours.

"Here it is," you smiled at the boy as you walked over to him. "Fred, can you get me some bandages from the drawer in the back?" you asked, pointing right behind him, and he did as he was told.

You took the hand of the young Slytherin and examined it closely - the wound was sure to leave a nasty scar, one that would never heal.

"Can you make it disappear?" he asked, fearfully.

Your heart dropped. But you replied with all the courage you could muster.

"I can try."

Fred was soon by your side and placed the medical items on the desk; a half-full packet of cotton, some bandages and a small box of bandaids. You muttered a 'thanks', not even looking at him, and opened the middle-sized bottle. It spread a characteristic smell of ashes, mint and lemon when you lifted it towards your nose - it was ready to use.

"So what now?" Fred asked.

Not granting him a reply, you simply took a small piece of the cotton and dipped the opening of the bottle into it, soaking it with a generous amount of the purple, dense liquid. The smell grew stronger.

Fred could only watch as you yet again gently grabbed the boy's hand and carefully dabbed the back of it; a thin steam of smoke soared from the contact of wet cotton and wounded flesh, purple mixing with red, and the kid hissed in pain. You worked attentively but quickly, with measured gestures and a straight face, and you missed the way Fred's eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you helping a small kid.

But one thing baffled him - why did you suddenly start acting so emotionless? Even towards the youngling who didn't know a thing. And though your expression seemed calm and collected, the Gryffindor noticed your tensed jaw.

What he wasn't aware of, however, was the racing speed of you heart, increasing each second. He wasn't aware of the short, shallow breaths you were taking because if you had allowed yourself to breathe freely, you'd certainly let out tears along with the deeps sighs.

Every move was calculated, every word and breath.

You pressed a fresh piece of cotton against the now cleaned wound and kept it there as you began to roll the bandage over it, securing it in place. When you were done, you placed a gentle, lingering kiss on the hand.

"There. It should do the trick."

The boy's face lit up and he hugged you, not giving you another choice but to wrap your arms around his small body. At least you had managed to bring him back some of the lost warmth.

"We should get him to his dorm," you told Fred and despite not facing him, he knew the words were directed towards him. That still didn't prevent the stinging pain in his chest from being so effortlessly avoided by you, and he frowned, bewildered by your unexpected coldness towards him.

Had he accidentally done anything to upset you? Were you mad at him? What for?

The boy jumped to his feet, visibly less burdened despite the present tear stains on his puffy cheeks. You hoped he'd be able to get some sleep that night regardless of the circumstances.

The three of you left the classroom as quietly as you had entered it and went in the direction of the dungeons. Fred, as usual, did his job at looking at the map and keeping track of the names, moving on the yellow-ish piece to old parchment.

Fortunately, you reached the Slytherin common room without any disturbances along the way, and the boy went inside, eager to crawl into bed and not think about the ugly lady who had punished him so unfairly just a few hours ago.

The door closed without a sound, leaving you and Fred on your own.

His soft voice broke the burdening silence.

"Are you going to bed?"

If you were being honest, you hadn't even thought about sleep during your secret adventure and though your body was on the verge of giving out, your restless mind was sure to wander all night. And the idea of being alone with your thoughts scared you.

"Actually… I don't think so," you began, fiddling with your fingers in hopes to not let Fred see how much they were trembling. "I doubt I'd be able to get any sleep now."

"Me too, I admit," Fred scratched the back of his neck, uncertain as to how to make the situation less awkward than it was. Trying to get you to talk was hard enough as it was, but your sudden avoidance wasn't helping either. All Fred wished for was to witness the hopeful spark in your eyes, the spark that he had noticed diminish on the first day of school when the unsettling news was announced.

Fred was determined to bring the light back and see your joyous smile again.

Without skipping a beat he said.

"Come with me."

Your eyes shot up in surprise, meeting Fred's for the first time that night. You expected to see the ever-present playful mischief in them, but instead they glistened with something you could not quite recognize. The corners of his mouth had formed a smile, one that didn't intend to mock or provoke in any way, but still contained his usual boyish charm. It was humble and sincere, and along with the anticipating look in his eyes it read.

Trust me.

Your mouth went dry, any and all reasoning to stay vanishing in thin air as you tried to make sense out of your inner conflict. Fred surely wouldn't care if you said no, would he? It's not like he'd be offended that someone like you refused to go with him; why would he even be interested in you in the first place?

But the idea of spending some time alone with him did sound very tempting - you desperately needed some positivity in that moment, feeling exceptionally drained of all your energy after having to witness the emotional and psychological impact of Umbridge's dictatorship. And if there was someone who could lift your spirit even in such dark times, that would be Fred.

Screw the idea of a potential relationship, you needed a friend right now.

"Where to, Weasley?"

Fred grinned at the nickname and shoved hands into his pockets.

"The Astronomy Tower. Are you coming?"

You smiled at him.

"Sure."

It was indeed a brilliant idea to spend the night at the place where anyone rarely ever set a foot. Regardless of it being crowded during classes all day, the Tower wasn't a common choice for students to meet, them much preferring locations like the common rooms, the Great Hall, the school grounds or even the Black Lake. But the Tower did possess a magnetic, obscure charm which many people failed to comprehend and appreciate; charm only meant to lure the wandering souls seeking peace under the stars.

Fred approached the iron railing, breathing in the cold, early spring air, and sat cross-legged on the ground. As he saw you standing a few feet away from him, he patted the empty spot next to him.

"Come on now, don't leave me sitting on my own like that," he joked and his face lit up when he noticed the ghost of a smile on your lips for a brief moment. You joined Fred on the ground, settling on a polite distance from him, and though he was slightly disappointed by the gesture, he was grateful to be in your presence nonetheless.

Silence fell over both of you like soft velvet while you stared off into the horizon; the view reached the Forbidden Forest, the outlines of which had melted into the pitch black sky like ink, the lines between the two practically nonexistent in the dead hours of the night as they blurred into one endless void.

"I don't remember the last time I saw stars on the sky," Fred addressed your ever-listening companions above in a low, hushed voice that caused warmth to blossom within you regardless of the cold surrounding you.

"Me neither," you agreed, nostalgia creeping into you, but you decided you'd welcome it this time. "Such a shame we can't see the moon though."

Your friend nodded, lips pursed into a thin line, "That's because it's currently new moon. We'll need to wait for awhile until it's visible again."

You turned to Fred and the air was knocked out of your lungs. All you could do was silently admire the way the starlight was softening his sharp features and giving his usually flaming red hair a calming shade of copper. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and you found yourself coming to the conclusion you had realised long ago.

He was such a beautiful man.

Those glowing eyes landed on yours and you felt your face heat up.

"How are you?" he asked abruptly and you choked out in bafflement.

"Y-You mean, right now? Or in general?..."

"How are you coping?" he rephrased. "You know, with everything going on. I noticed Umbridge bothering you recently."

A shuddering breath.

"I like to think that I'm doing better than others," you nodded hesitantly, finding it hard to sort out your emotions. "I'm more worried about the most vulnerable among us, the youngest students. They're just children. They're the ones that are most terrified. I really hope Dumbledore will be able to do something about it… no matter where he might be right now."

Fred was watching you intently; he did not miss your expression, darkened with concern, nor did he miss your slumped figure, slightly hunched over for a reason he believed was other than exhaustion. Your friend moved closer and nudged your foot with his.

"I don't want you to talk to me about the rest. I want to hear about you. I can clearly see you're being tormented by her."

"As if you're not."

"That's not the point," he insisted and placed a hand on your knee, causing you to face him. His smile was gone. "I need to know how this madness is affecting you."

"I couldn't care less about what that toad puts me through," you shook your head dismissively and shrugged. Why was he getting so worked up about it? "It doesn't matter."

"Of course it does! It matters to me!" Fred hissed in frustration. "Do you think it doesn't hurt me every time I see Umbridge picking at you or calling you for detention? Because it bloody does and you have no idea how horrible it feels to not be able to help you."

He gave your knee a squeeze.

"For once, just for one time, please. Please, stop trying to be the hero of everybody. Believe me, we see- I see how hard you're trying to keep your chin up despite all the shit you're facing, and that's admirable, but right now it's not necessary. Let go. It's just me."

A way too familiar lump formed in your throat and your chest constricted painfully before it harshly dilated, letting out choked breaths. Fred was quick to envelope you in his long arms before your tears even rolled down your cheeks, and when they did, they met his shoulder. Your hands flew around his neck, body falling into his and soaking up his warmth. Fred pressed his soft lips to your temple, calming the racing pulse as you cried freely and unapologetically. Darling, you feel too much.

It's just me.

Your friend didn't let you out of his hold even when your heart-wrenching whimpers were reduced to weak sobs. He continued cradling your exhausted body which was on the verge of completely giving out. But Fred didn't mind, finding astonishing strength in your vulnerability.

After what seemed like hours, you forced yourself to timidly whisper, lip quivering, "I'm scared... And confused."

"Me too, sweetheart," Fred hummed into your ear. "Me too."

You wiped away the trails of dried tears lingering on your face.

"There's just too much going on. Too much that I'm not ready for."

Realization flashed in Fred's brown eyes and they looked down at you with so much longing, sincerity, but also sympathy and understanding.

You weren't angry at him. You were afraid.

And that was alright.

There was enough time, not need for a rush.

Fred had been waiting for years to find out whether his burning feelings for you were reciprocated, constantly suppressing them in fear of scaring you away and losing you. And now that he knew your heart belonged to him like his did to you, all the stars above couldn't contain his untamed happiness, pure and hopeful.

Surely he could wait a little more for you to grow comfortable with your own emotions.

Fred tightened his hold around you and pecked your cheek tenderly, the subtle touch sending a shock throughout your body and subsiding your need for sleep.

"That's alright," he whispered. "Rest now."

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hello! could you do an angsty fic based on the song yes to heaven by lana del rey where reader is pining after peter but he just doesn’t realize please?

This is actually really cute and I kinda dreaded writing it at first haha

If you dance, I'll dance

Peter was your best friend. Since kindergarten. You were there always, and you, like Ned (and now MJ) knew his deepest secret. And even though he knew you like the back of his hand, he didn't know your deepest secret.

Tonight was Prom. The biggest night of your life, or what was supposed to be and maybe it would be, but you knew that you hadn't been asked to Prom by anyone which meant going "alone" even though you had a group of friends you'd be with, but you knew that he had asked her and that was somehow worse than not having a date yourself.

You'd watched him go for Liz, and you supported him, and you were glad when she went away. You thought he'd remain your little, single, best friend, but then his attraction shifted to MJ and it was like a punch through your heart. You had been heart-eyes for him for so long and he never noticed and you knew that even if he did, it would never come to fruition because he was your best friend. You were his and that was a big no no. You could dream though right.

And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

You had a beautiful dress and pretty heels and your hair and makeup were done to the best of your cousin's ability. You knew that you weren't ugly (you weren't the prettiest in school but who wants that, they're bitches anyways) and you knew that at least a few pairs of eyes would be on you. Even if those weren't Peter's, it'd be okay. You could fill that void with… Flash Thompson or something.

You found the group near the back, Peter and MJ facing each other as they danced together, but not touching, and Ned makes a noise, drawing your eyes to him. Betty leans against him,

"Wow Y/N, you look…"

"Killer." Betty finishes for him, admiring you just as much as her on-again, off-again boyfriend had. Damn, everyone really had someone huh?

"Oh yeah, you look nice Y/N." Peter speaks up in that overly innocent voice of his, eyes never leaving your face before he diverts his attention back to MJ who doesn't even give you a glance. When had he ever not called you by a nickname? Was that something he started doing when she showed up, calling you by your formal first name?

Give peace a chance

You fall into the routine. Distracting yourself with the less obsessed with each other couples and the singles in your group, dancing and mingling, sipping punch and snacking on crackers and chips and dip. It was nice. For once you didn't feel like you had to distract yourself from them. It was natural. Grooving along as a few slow songs replace the upbeat ones you were grooving to and joining the loners on the benches brought back that overwhelming dull feeling you had whenever you watched Peter with his girlfriend. The way he swayed, arms wrapped around her waist, forehead pressed to hers. What it's like to be Ned and Betty, unphased by the fact that your best friend is so helplessly in love with someone else while all you can do is suffer in silence being in love with them. You swallow back the tears and the lump in your throat at the thought of Peter marrying her, having kids with her, and you being alone forever. You have to look away. Downing a few more glasses of punch, Betty and Ned strike up a conversation, letting you forget about the searing jealousy within you. And it's back to the dancing soon enough.

Peter and MJ are comfortable enough that her back presses to his chest and he wraps his arms around her and they sway, singing together. Her smile is bright and so is his and it kills you.

Let the fear you have fall away

She turns to him, a faint squeak sounding along the polished floor since she's worn tennis shoes and his smile widens when she says something to him.

You've been in love with Peter since Kindergarten, you're pretty sure. He's always been adorable and of course you've always tried to chalk it down to him just being like a brother to you, but it's so much more. You've never realized how much you really do love him. He's been by your side, he's helped you through personal and work related issues, he's confided in you when it came down to Spider-Man and the emotional toll it was taking on him. He leaned on you and you let him, and you held back the tears until he couldn't hurt you or comfort you. He was oblivious and you seemed fine with it but if he knew, you knew he'd hate himself and he'd beg for your forgiveness, but he surely would never make you what she is to him. Their relationship is too powerful and he doesn't like you like that. It would never happen. Maybe it's because he's never had to save you. You've never put yourself in harm's way.

I've got my eye on you

As you watch, with his strong arms wrapped around her, he leans in the same way she does and they kiss, so softly you can practically see how in love they are. You've never seen them kiss and you could really have gone without it.

You glance away but the heartbreak is already setting in. Your breaths are short, chest tight, eyes stinging as you fight the tears.

What hurts the most is that you'll never be her for him. He has someone he loves while you obsess over him. You have no one now, and he has everything he's ever wanted. Sure, you're happy for him, but it still kills you.

Turning, Betty reaches out to hold your wrist, eyebrows knitting together at the look on your face,

"Hey, what's the matter?" You shake your head,

"N-nothing. I need… I need fresh air."

"I'll go with-"

"No!" The outburst draws all kinds of eyes to you including MJ's and Peter's, his eyebrows knitting together. Betty jumps as if she's been stung and her eyes widen just a little, Peter straightening up as a tear slides down the side of your nose, "I just… I need to be alone."

I've got my eye on you

You dart away from the group, your heels clicking along the polished wood floor until you're pushing into the halls. The music is muffled behind the closed doors, allowing you to drop down to the floor and sob. The cracking in your chest is so damn painful. It feels like any moment, your heart will disconnect itself and leave your body to avoid the pain.

The tears splash off the floor and you'd hate to see how your makeup looks but you don't think you're going back in there. You can't will yourself to convince people you're fine. Especially not your group of friends. As you're picking yourself up from the floor, the doors behind you burst open and Peter emerges, reaching out for your arm. He doesn't realize it when you pull it out of his reach,

"What happened? Are you hurt?" You shake your head, brushing your tears from under your eyes,

"I'm fine."

"You don't really expect me to believe that do you? You're crying at prom, in the middle of the hallway." He states like its the most obvious thing. You swallow,

"I just need air."

"Okay… I'll go with you."

"No, I need to be alone."

"I've known you my whole life and I know you hate being alone." If he thinks he knows you so well, why doesn't he realize he's the one causing you so much pain?

"There's a lot I don't like Peter."

"What do you mean? Y/N, what's going on with you?" He asks.

Say yes to heaven

Turning to him, you stare into those cool brown eyes, eyes that have always calmed you and you can't help it. Your lip quivers,

"You don't always have to understand what's going on with Peter. I can handle myself."

"You know I believe you, but you don't have to hide it. You can tell me anything. I'm your best friend and I would kill for you." If only that were true. I mean… you'd never wish death on her but… it'd be easier. It'd lessen your panic. You shake your head,

"It's fine Peter. Just… go back inside." You turn to start away from him but he has so much that tells him your every move. Not only, as a normal human, can he read you like an open book, but with this new superhuman power thing, he senses when something is wrong. His face shows it,

"I'm not leaving you. Especially with all that… suicide, drunk driving crazy crap going on that surrounds prom. You're storming out of there for no reason, crying and I… you shouldn't be alone."

"Peter-"

"No, talk to me! I'm your best friend and I am not going to let you die and have to tell your parents, your family, our friends that I didn't do anything to protect you." He yells. He really thinks this is a call for help, and it is, but not that way. You scoff, wondering how boys are so oblivious, glancing at him as you lean against the handrail behind you.

Say yes to me

"You really wanna know?" You ask him softly. He nods, moving in closer,

"Of course. I hate seeing you in so much pain." He tells you. Your smile is sinister because he's so damn stupid. Closing your eyes and rubbing a hand across your face, you sigh,

"I like you." Is all you state at first. He frowns, eyes glancing down at the floor. He's confused because he likes you too but he would never think you like him that way unless it was directly stated, "I've liked you since we were kids. And yeah, I'm so, so, so happy for you for having a girlfriend that loves you and you love her, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt for me. You'll never love me like that and that's fine but… I can't just watch you guys be in love. It fucking kills me." You explain to him. His mouth hangs open in shock and you cross your arms,

"I can't pretend to be fine around you guys. You and Ned got girlfriends and all and yeah, maybe I could get a boyfriend and it would hurt less but you know I love your personality and I always have and I don't know that anyone will ever come close to that. So now I'm alone and I'm not going to take you from her to pity me so I don't really… have a best friend anymore. If I want to be around you I guess I can just come find you and be a third wheel." You tell him.

Say yes to heaven

You watch his eyes change. He's panicking a little,

"Are you saying… you don't wanna be friends anymore?"

"It's not that we can't, it's that I… I don't know if I have it in me to put up this facade. I'm not telling you to give her up, I'm just saying… I think… now that we're about to split up for college… maybe it's time to start doing it now. I- it hurts too bad and I just… I can't."

"Y/N, please don't do this. You've been my best friend for decades. Why can't we just… I mean… I can figure out how to split my time between the two of you."

"No you can't. That's not fair to her and I'm not going to do that to you two. It's just better if I move on. I'll probably go to California for college anyways. It's for the best to separate ourselves now." You conclude. You don't know what will hurt worse, but after a while, you'll hurt less moving on without him. He takes another step forward,

"Y/N, c'mon, you can't do this."

"I won't ruin your life and I won't hurt myself because I have a selfish little crush on you I would've never acted on." You tell him. You stand and stare at each other before you stand and brush your tears from beneath your eyes, sighing,

"You're destined for greatness Peter Parker and it would've happened eventually. Now just gives me a reason to start." You tell him, voice shaky. His face softens,

"I don't wanna lose you." He says, his voice just as shaky. You shrug, crossing your arms and preparing yourself to walk away from your best friend for the last time. You sigh,

"I'm not going back in there. This is kinda… it. I have to go home."

"At least let me take you."

Say yes to me

"No! You have a girlfriend in there and I'm not going to let you! Goddammit Peter, I have to get away from you, don't you get that? I can't be what I need to and it hurts too much. Just… fuck off." The look on his face is pure pain. He hates that you're abandoning him. And maybe you should be forced to settle as just his friend, but you can't. You can't sit back and watch them be happy together. The pain is unbearable. They're better off without you and your selfish jealousy. He's better off without you,

"Y/N, don't do this. You're just as important as MJ, I can't go without talking to you. Please." You hold up a hand as he nears you again. You stare into each other's eyes, tears in both sets. You shake your head,

"I'll never be more to you than her. Maybe when we were kids but… we're different now."

"Y/N-" You shake your head again, swallowing the lump. You know he feels the same way you do. The pure dread of giving up your best friend because the love you feel for him is just too strong, "please." He whispers. It breaks your heart further as you meet his eyes again and sniffle,

"Goodbye Peter." You say. And you turn your back, and walk away from your ex-best friend. And it stings. But hopefully it will keep your heart in your body staying away from him. God you hope so.

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narrators-journal · 4 years ago

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Vampiric lust

This one’s extra ✨ spicy ✨ because I had some fun with the scenario. Also, is this likely gonna become an AU like Cat and Mouse? Likely lol.

CW: Somnophilia, vampires, some of the stuff might come off as super dark?

Vampires weren't known for getting attached to humans often, but it wasn't insane for it to happen. Though, most times said attachments were food related, as in the vampire would keep an eye on or keep a human around to repeatedly feed on them, Stanley Snyder wasn't trailing his chosen favorite for food exactly. No, the tall vampire was so interested in this one particular man for a few reasons, one of the strongest being that he was highly, highly attracted to him. It was true, Stan had his pick of men to sate his sexual needs, but few provided the thrill and challenge that Xeno Wingfield gave him. No, somehow the pale, deceptively-weak-looking, college-grad-turned-monster-hunter had drawn his attention and kept it for a year and a half at this point, a feat no other human he'd favored had managed. Usually, Stan would get bored of whatever human he'd decided to follow around within a month, but Xeno was interesting. He was a monster hunter, so of course he never quite feared the vampire, but more than that, he was openly hostile to him, something not many people had the balls to be. However, he wasn't keen on outright attacking the blonde, so it became a bit of an entertaining game for Stan to harass, flirt, and tease the college graduate until he got so annoyed that he was basically shrieking at him with creative threats. However, such an attachment came with an issue after a while. Not because of food, the vampire made sure to eat properly, but there were a few nights where his last remaining human urge reared its ugly head. On those nights, he mostly had to leave his usual spot in the hunter's yard and attempt to repress that last carnal urge so he didn't lose his mind and ruin his plans for his and Xeno's relationship, but it was a temporary fix to a festering, chronic issue. Tonight was a perfect example of the times he'd usually slink off to his own home and wait out the small, evil voice in his head, but this time he couldn't get away fast enough before things went downhill. Stan had been preparing to leave the hunter's yard as the dark voice in his head began demanding he just take his prey by any means necessary, demanding for him to finally fully sate the icky burn in his loins for intimate companionship, but than Senku decided to talk to him. Which, wasn't uncommon, the leek-haired apprentice-monster-hunter was a great source of intel on his mentor since he and the pale, cranky man didn't exactly get along, but sadly for the blonde's restraint, he was feeling extra spiteful tonight. So, that's how the handsome vampire got permission to enter their shared home. Alright, cool, I can now physically enter his house. Exploring it should definitely wait for a different night. The rational side of his brain told him. Or, I could go in tonight, while Senku's away, and scope the place out and maybe see what Xeno sleeps in. That second voice offered, an offer he ended up taking on an impulse. Usually, Stan had impeccable control of his instincts with only minor slips, but the sight of the hunter he'd been so attracted to so vulnerable before him did things to his predator side. There he laid before him, the man who'd shown the tall, well-built creature of the night no fear in any of their interactions, eyes closed, lips slightly parted to snore or murmur soft nonsense to the dark, quiet room that he'd just found like a piece of cake begging to be swiped from the fridge. All of his fire was gone, his bottomless eyes not glaring up at the blonde, instead his head was turned to expose his throat and seemingly invite Stan to just take a nibble, in either sense of the word. It drove him insane. If his hormones weren't already insanely high, they were sky rocketing at the sight. So, the tall blonde almost couldn't help himself from taking advantage of his night vision to creep to the foot of the bed and slither under the covers so he could not only feel his crush's pale skin, but also see his pajamas. While he'd hoped to see him maybe in his boxers, knowing from the bit of a shirt sleeve he'd seen peeking from under the comforter that he'd not get him sleeping completely nude, he was not expecting to see the small male's legs half open and nothing on but a white button up that was about two sizes too big for him and had ridden up to his stomach, allowing the horny predator to see his genitals easier. The sight near-instantly filled the man's head with lascivious thoughts. Shifting slightly barely helped the beginnings of an erection, but it did put him closer to the hunter's groin, and without thinking, Stan's tongue shot out to lick up Xeno's length, making the sleeping man's member twitch in response to his sampling. Just like that, all of his control was nearly gone and he was moving further onto the bed to take the taunting member carefully into his fanged mouth. Stan nearly groaned audibly at the taste, savoring the thrill having prey so vulnerable and at his mercy sent through him before beginning to slowly move up and down his length. He did his best to be cautious of waking him up, but already his blue eyes were blurring with lust that increased with each soft sigh and moan that slipped past the sleeping hunter's lips above him, his urges only kept at bay because he was already fulfilling one of his smaller fantasies. While he had regained control of his instincts a bit, his thoughts were still just as raunchy and slightly demented as they had been before. Oh you are so lucky that I can't risk leaving evidence. Otherwise I'd rail your cute ass into the fucking mattress, Xeno. It wouldn't even matter if you woke up and caught me, your ass would be MINE. Of course, he refrained from acting on such possessive and screwed up thoughts, helped by the reminder that leaving any evidence of him being here would ruin any chance he had of consensually getting the hunter into bed, which he preferred over bedding him by force. Option one meant he would likely get a second round, option two, while momentarily satisfying, would be a one time thing, which would fade after a while. So, Stan pushed back those amoral thoughts and just continued to bob his head and run his tongue up the college graduate's length or around the tip to draw out noises. Sadly, when the pale man began softly moaning and sighing while Stan bobbed his head gently along his stiffened length, that issue slowly lost all teeth. So, in an attempt to lessen that threatening urge, Stan reached his hand down between his own legs and palmed his own erection as he sucked more mewls and muttered curses from the hunter. And, for a time, it worked to keep his predatory side at bay. However, the added friction forced out some low moans of his own, which made Xeno gasp out a quiet, slurred, "S-Stanley!" that dripped of desperation. That one groan held such a strong plea for the predator to fuck him silly, that it went straight to Stan's dick with so much force that he was insanely close to fulfilling that wish tenfold. Instead, the blonde pulled Xeno's member from his mouth and press his face into the sheets to wait out the onslaught of impatience. His whole body was thrumming with so many possessive, creative thoughts and ignited hormones that the mental image of Xeno begging for a break from Stanley's merciless pounding sent the blonde over the edge into carnal bliss. Afterwards, it took a few moments for Stan to come down from the euphoria high and wrangle that voice in his head ordering him to give the hunter what he obviously wanted in. Alright, time to go, he told himself, taking the moment of clarity to be smart and leave before he did something stupid. However, as he was backing up to get out from under the comforter, he realized that Xeno's dick still stood erect and twitching, begging to be played with until he climaxed, which, admittedly, was a sight Stan very much wanted to see and hear. So, he returned to it, giving the eager thing a firm lick from base to tip before sucking it back into his mouth. He could've simply reached up and used his hand to stroke him, but he very much wanted to taste the pale hunter, so he bobbed his head along his length and listened to Xeno's sighs and mewls while he worked. The blonde hummed around it, relishing the thrill having a human at his mercy, yet not killing or harming them, brought as well as the salty taste of Xeno's precum. The low groans and occasional moans his movements brought out added to the excitement, but since the blonde had orgasmed, he was thankfully a bit more in control of himself, so he refrained from railing the hunter just yet, instead just bobbing his head until Xeno gave another gasp of his name and orgasmed into the vampire’s mouth. Stan grinned, drinking it down and pulling away again to lick the remains from the other man's shaft. With that, and his own orgasm, the blonde laid there for a moment or two, just watching the sleeping man's cock soften once more as he debated whether he could get away with maybe gently fucking the snow-haired man. I really shouldn't. He's very likely to wake up, and I don't have THAT much self-restraint. He told himself, and he knew he was right, his dark side was just waiting for a big enough moment of vulnerability from him to take over and get him into deep, pleasurable, fantasy-fulfilling trouble... Despite really wanting to do nothing more than fuck Xeno's brains out, the vampire forced himself to fully leave the covers and stand up in the dark bedroom. That gave him a chance to see Xeno still laying there, panting slightly, his cheeks a tint pinker. He looked so inviting and adorable, it went right to Stan's dick a second time, but he was able to resist the urge to get back in the bed. Instead, he just turned to leave the home.

#stano #stan x Xeno #vampire!Stan #dr stone #drst #Xeno x Stan #scenario #not sfw #somnophilia #monster au

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sukirichi · 3 years ago

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[ BROKEN RECORDS ; asks ]

💌 — love letter from @kyriaan

from track 007.

Okay okay im still kinda meh'ish' but i really wanted to answer you so 😭 ill try to compile both my answer to your answer on my love letter and my hyped review on track 7 <3 so yeah another long ass rant from me 😩💕Suki... Suki pls I totally forgot Tsumu had a crush on us Suki... And then poor Tsumu ir there sulking cause he still likes u- JFBFBDVDVSJCHDHSIA omfg i wanted so much to hug him my baby I like him so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he was trying so hard to behave while just sitting there sad fhfhfvbbshsjfhbdjaofhffhsoshd TSUMU YOU'RE STILL IN MY TOP 3 BABY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

And then you throw the whole dancing scene with suna and I dont know whos on my top 3 anymore 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 SUKIIIIIIII THAT SCENE ALONE GJGJBFBSJCNFNKSOSNF OMFG IM FALLING SO HARD FOR SUNA I THINK? I think my top 3 had 4 dudes in it cause 3rd place has Suna and Atsumu tied?? Hfhfbfbfhdhsja I CANT PICK?? BUT BUT I WAS FEELING STUPIDLY DOWN WHEN READING THAT AND THAT SCENE ALONE MADE ME FEEL SO SOFT IT WAS SO CUTE AND OMG IF SUNA DID THAT TO ME I WOULD DROP ON MY KNEES AND ASK HIM TO MARRY ME CAUSE OMFGGGFFFF DUDE EVEN WENT AHEAD AND SAID THAT WHOLE 'HES GOING TO BE ONE LUCKY GUY'

Oh shit im crying again that scene lets me emotional 😭😭😭😭 someone get me a sunrin irl pls

Anyways the way that suna knows y/n is just.... FUCKING END UP TOGETHER ALREADY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST JBVSHSJBEHSISJ

Also how powerful are we?? HOW FUCKING POWERFUL ARE WE TO SCORE SUNA KITA AND TSUMU?? ARE YOU GONNA TELL. ME IF OIKAWA MOFO TOORU APPEARED HE WOULD ALSO BE ON HIS KNEES FOR US?? (okay no wait... No nooo i would legit drop anyones ass for tooru hes that powerful for me like sorry suna was fun but TOORU)

Yo nah but the whole Kita sex scene- let me breath bestie LET ME BREATH CAUSE I WAS HOT BUT AT SAME TIME I WAS FEELING GUILTY 😂😂😂😂 ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WAS FEELING DISAPPOINTED NEXT DAY LIKE KITA PLS BABY WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING?? 😬😬😬😬 But at same time his 'ill fuck the thought of him out of you tonight' I ALMOST MOANED YASSSSS TELL ME DADDY HOLY SHITTTTT

👀👀👀👀 Still not a kita simp ✌️✌️🤏✌️

Okay Kita deserves the best tho I mean okay he went there as a y/n mom's plan but he did ended up helping alot... Especially cause he knows no matter what y/n heart will always be suna's and pls give Kita the best ending possible cause he deserves someone who will trully love him and show him the world cause mah boy deserves it

*breaths in breaths out* i hated this scene- not in a bad way but shit i hate rejections... To the point im kinda afraid of confessing now cause i despise the feeling of being rejected... The best i can descrive it it like this coldness in your chest that descends your whole body and then you feel frozen in place.. Thats how it feels for me I hate it I absolutely despise it- its also the feeling i have when in a really bad situation and ugh...

The suna part made. Me feel this no matter how many times i reread it the feeling doesnt lessen it keeps being there cause (okay you probably are tired already of me saying this but) Suki I feel like I cant put it in words how much of a fucking good of a writer you are. Ill go ahead and say you are by far my favorite writer the fact i always feel so engaged and the fact i always feel like im there its just- it blows my mind.

I felt like suna was personally rejecting me and i hated it- i swear the moment he said prove it I almost screamed HOW? My brain had to take a moment to just slap me and say: 'kya you reading this is not happening chill-' cause i was already sobbing uncontrollably... I even whimpered the dont leave me 😬 my sadass went to bed feeling so sad thanks to suna... Man i wanted so much to hug him and i swear i would give him as much love as he gave y/n cause well i kin suna alot in this series cause im like that im a giver i treat others the way i would like to be treated (reason why ive been down lately ✌️) and i cant blame suna for finally setting boundaries- his call tho 'do i not stand a chance with you anymore y/n? Are you really not capable of falling in love with me?".... Oh suna... We are in love with you.. We always were we're just fucking stupid 😩

Also mari pls go jump off a cliff <3 youre in need dear cause sleeping with other man just to separate suna and y/n <3 i want so much to punch her 🙂🙃

Now for the love letter part (im so sorry for this being so long ✌️)

You said that if we asked suna he woukd say that he genuinely loved mari okay... Ill go ahead and say yes he liked mari he even learned how to love her and he genuinely cared for her BUT and heres where my personal view comes in so maybe ill be biased here still for me that was just a he loves her as in he cares you also love your friends and care for them but he didnt love her- and by this I mean- he could never be fully committed for her. Yes he loved her and he felt happy with her but like track 7 proved everything he would do in the back of his mind was y/n he deeply wished Mari was her and for that he just loved Mari cause he learned how to care about her- but he never forgot who he trully was in love it. Also the happiness he experienced with Mari was pretty much the one I experienced the bliss of having someone there and that bliss also made suna turn a blind eye to all the red flags from Mari cause to him all the jealousy meant she cared and thats toxic but suna was so desperate for some sort of 'she cares' that even all the possessiveness was bliss for him... And that makes my heart clench for suna...

'suna had to put an effort for the relationship' and saddly i feel like mari didnt... Mari didnt care mari was there because she was a fangirl of suna and got lucky, the way she just discarded him so effortlessly that proved-screamed how much she loved him- she didnt. She was just possessive over him she liked the whole 'hes mine' dynamic and suna was the perfect boyfriend cause he was giving her the world... What he wanted someone to do for him.

Also yeah suna and y/n might have been spurred from them being fuck buddies but well love doesnt really have an agenda- they just clicked, understood each other and had chemistry yeah they had tons and tons of sex but feelings started not because of sex but thanks to their deep connection... Also that dsncing scene in track 7 that alone spoke for their whole relationship- that alone is enough to defend their feelings for each other- yes it might jave started just as fuck buddies but ended up in them loving each other deeply and that is enough love after all doesnt need a perfect start. It can start out of the most stupid ways.

You said life with excitement and fun wouldn't be permanent or real.. Honestly i think it could be.. Cause i mean when you love someone that deeply your life always feels exciting even with the littlest things and that the purest kind of love. Even just going for a walk at the beach would be fun for them or even staying up watching movies i believe suna and y/n would always find a way to make their lofe exciting without much effort.

Also it kinda makes me. Sad when i see some anon saying that y/n and suna relationship are toxic? It makes me. Confused maybe because I was in such extremely toxic one (girl i sweat if you search for toxic relationship my ex's face will be there as an example 🙄) that Mari to me screams toxic! Possessive, manipulative, jealous and a few more if I think closely about it while with y/n and suna they are just two idiots that are hurting each other cause they're just that: idiots one that is afraid to get hurt and the other that keeps hoping- dont get me wrong what they're doing is not healthy but i dont find it toxic honestly

Sorry for the extreme long rant 8D I tried to keep it short but you always make me so hyped to talk about your works 😩

Hfbfbfhfhfieia

[ from saeren ]

NAHHH CUZ I LOVE TSUMU SO MUCH HERE HE WAS SO PRECIOUS. I didn’t write too much about them in college but Atsumu was so cute when he crushed on YN. he was always sending her memes and cute texts like “have you eaten” “good morning” and she’d feel so awkward because she doesn’t know how to let him down easy without hurting him. either way tsumu would feel hurt. AND YES PLS HE WAS SO SAD I MEAN, HIS CRUSH AND HIS BEST FRIEND NEARLY HAD SEX RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM SO THAT’S GOING TO HURT

SUNA AND ATSUMU TIED?? tbh I loved that dancing scene bcos suna is one of my faves and I really wanna do that with him hehehhehe. NAHHH PLEASE SAME IF SUNA DANCED WITH ME AND MADE A WEDDING PLAYLIST I’D BE LIKE boy what’re u waiting for let’s get married now !! n yes he said whoever YN will choose in the future will be one lucky guy IM SOBBING RN

naur cuz. there’s something about dating your best friend. I’m not saying a boyfriend wouldn’t know you as well but there’s something different when you’re best friends first. they could literally share eye contact and have a long ass conversation just from that. their connection is different.

HAJKALA AS FOR THE POWER, BR! YN IS A VERY CHARISMATIC AND FRIENDLY PERSON !! she’s like one of those people you meet that not only are they attractive as hell, but they’re also super approachable and down to earth. that’s why she’s so popular + she’s flirty and can make a stranger feel welcome or comfortable in the first meeting. SGSHJAK I WAS ACTUALLY PLANNING TO ADD OIKAWA HERE BUT I WANNA MAKE IT MORE INARIZAKI CENTRED

the seggs scene with kita SOBSSSS he’s such a soft dom IDC he knows where the clit is, he knows how to hit it. he’s a “your pleasure first before mine” type of guy. kita is perfect, PERIODT. HE GIVES DADDY VIBES HUH AHSKAA HE’S SO SWEET YET SEXY IM IN LOVE WITH HIM ISTG IF SUNA WASN’T OUR BEST FRIEND THEN I’D RUN FOR KITA ALL THE TIME. and I agree, kita deserves the best !! and don’t worry, I actually plan on giving kita the best ending, I promise you he’ll be fine (slight spoiler there)

YESSSSS OMG I’VE BEEN REJECTED BEFORE AND THAT’S EXACTLY HOW I FELT, MY BODY WAS SO COLD AND I WAS SO CONFUSED LIKE IT MAKES YOU THINK. am I not good enough, did I do something wrong, do you not wanna give me a chance or try it out but ofc I’d never say that out loud. AND KYAAA AAAH IM YOUR FAVORITE WRITER??? NO CUZ YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY. I remember ur asks way back reckless era and you used to tell me that my writing made you picture the scenes easily and you felt you were there in that moment and I’m just so grateful thank you so much <33

NO BCOS WHEN SUNA SAID “prove it” I was like. this is it. that’s his hot boy shit moment. man’s has had enough of being thrown from one toxic relationship to another and he also deserves his good moments yknow. and you kin suna here?? BESTIE IM SORRY TO HEAR THAT, SUNA’S BEEN THROUGH A LOT HERE AHSJAKA. that’s true about suna tho !! he’s definitely affectionate + a giver. he’s happy being the one who gives most of the time but he’s a human as well, ofc he’d want to receive the same amount of love back. ALSO HIS PHONE CALLLLLL ugh tbh that part was the one that made me the saddest bcos he’s just. he wants to know if there’s really no more chance. all this time he never gave up. but he’s also tired so if yn says ‘no more’ then he’ll give up. its his way of respecting himself too ahsjaka

YOOOOO I AGREE WITH THAT. he cares for mari as a person but not 100% as a lover. but ofc he’s still thankful for how happy she made him because she was there at his worst. and that’s true, deep down suna still wishes that it was YN who’s right beside him. he will always ALWAYS want her back. he learned how to love mari in a way that was more out of mutual care but not in the way he loves YN. no that’s reserved only for YN – she will remain no 1 in his heart. AND YESSSSS the reason why suna overlooked the red flags was bcos to him, its something that was supposed to be “normal” like no perfect partner existed. he thought mari’s attitude of pushing YN away was normal, and its normal to want your partner’s best friend keep some distance but not to the point of mari’s place where she literally wants the two of them to cut each other out of their lives.

and aww I’m so happy that you realized how I wanted to portray suna and yn’s relationship. they’re….like the definition of youth in its freest form. they were fucking around and doing stupid things, but they had a connection. they had something deeper than just sexual intimacy. even if they never dated or even if YN never proposed the idea of it, they would’ve actually been still great friends. and oooh I actually don’t remember saying life with excitement and fun wouldn’t be real HAHAHAHA so I can’t comment further on that. but I think when I ‘said’ those I probably meant that it’s not always going to be all rainbows and unicorns in a relationship. there’s no such thing as a relationship that’s always happy and sweet 24/7, but ofc it can be sweet and it can be pure even with the little things <33 they just need to work on it.

hmmm tbhhhh… suna and yn are toxic in a way that they refuse to let each other go when they clearly can’t meet halfway. toxic doesn’t have to be limited in just being mari-like in which they are possessive or manipulative, because then if we’d drive deeper into yn’s personality, then she’d be stringing suna all along and that’s unfair of her. she knows suna wants more and yet she remained being friends with him, which totally isn’t a bad thing, but it’s because she keeps flirting with him and is so romantically comfortable with him that she doesn’t realize it’s hurting suna because he’ll give double meanings to that. their relationship is ‘toxic’ because they’re not entirely good for each other, they’re not that ready to be with one another yet and neither is the world letting them be in peace, so forcing their relationship to a point they’re hurting another is the toxic part.

[ from @kyriaan ]

Ah also not me feeling all proud and mushy cause my analysis made you mind blown fjfbdnsjdkpa 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I guess its also because i see this story as a really big mirror of my own toxic relationship sonits extremely easy for me to get it... And oh boy the way i kin suna here

But dhdhfjdospdhfbsoa 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i feel happy now *huggles*

[ from saeren ]

and aah yes ofc, I’m really happy whenever someone can see the underlying details I scatter throughout the story !! yeah omg same hahahaha broken records is also half inspired by the toxic people I’ve met. I kin kita here tho and I’m so glad you’re happier now !!

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series ( broken records )#tw: toxic

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svtausinapocket · 4 years ago

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Snapshoot | Kim Mingyu

Chapter 1: The Wizard Next Door

Pairing: Y/N (Female) x Mingyu

Chapters: 1/3 Words: 3,6k+

Alternative Universe: Hogwarts!AU, MagicalWorld!AU, Slytherin!Y/N, Gryffindor!Mingyu, Photographer!Mingyu, Cop!Y/N, Friends to ennemies to lovers.

Scenario: When you discovered your neighbor was a wizard as well, you couldn’t help but feel excited to go to Hogwarts with him. Unfortunately teenagers are stupid and somehow things won’t go as expected. But sometimes life gives you a chance to look back at your past mistakes, even if a murder is involved with your former crush as its only witness.

Warnings: Smutty (coming), Violence (murder, crime scene, fights), and that’s all. There’s links on selected words to help you understands magical words if you forgot them ;) You can read this fic if you’re not a harry potter fan!

A/N: English is not my first language so I feel kinda shy tbh. Anyway that’s the first chapter of a fic I started to write a while ago. I’m pretty sure almost no one will read it but still, I feel like I have to finish it!

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***unedited***

Sitting alone at your table, you moved your eyes from your potion book to the red and gold robes before you. The N.E.W.T.s were arriving quickly and everything you could do to fight your stress was to study, even when eating in the great hall. All around you people were moving like shadows, barely noticeable for your unfocused eyes... Nothing attracted your attention. Nothing except for a Gryffindor guy sat meters away from you.

He was surrounded by his kinds like the eye of a cyclone made of red and goldish birds.

If there had to be a leader it would be him, you thought. Like the alfa of a pack but with an irregular chick on his side. Indeed, with time you’d seen a lot of random girls sitting next to him. First it was Mina, soon replaced by Seulgi and her twin sister. Then Mina again, followed by Alexandra, Prya, Sana, some other boring young witches and finally Mina again. But if he was now free from any of those girls, it didn’t seem like his role in the group was lessened.

Peacefully watching at how his eyes were gleaming of happiness when he interacted with his crew, you wondered when it happened. When did you both start to be strangers to each other? Because watching at the scene and realizing you were out of this, of his world, you felt like a voyeur out of their right.

Actually, you knew him since you were both children. Indeed, his parents had moved next door when you were six, and for many years you’d played together in the corridor or sometimes in the building courtyard during summer vacations. But when he had been sorted to Gryffindor by this stupid hat it was still a shock.

The boy you knew wasn’t made for this house. Since elementary school Mingyu had always been vicious and ambitious. In primary school, he had already used his magic to steal his classmates’ stuff, or just to bother them, even if he didn’t know yet he had magic.

At least you could say it’s what had helped you set your thinking.

In fact, he didn’t really know what he was doing but, on your side, you could clearly understand what was happening. He was a wizard. Just like you and your parents. Except that unlike the three of you he was a Muggle-born wizard.

You’d told your family about it, about all your suspicions. But no one had believed the words of a young kid. To people, Mingyu was just an unbearable kid with a tricky brain _which indeed, was also true.

And as if fate had decided to step in, one day your parents invited his family for dinner. And then the little Mingyu had seen. His big eyes had been sparkling with magic in front of the moving spoon in the kitchen. His mouth smiling once the little boy had faced the remembrall in your room.

—

“I want to see a dragon.” he used to say.

“What kind?” You’d asked. Sat on your room’s floor you’d watched him talk with passion about animals and how we thought it was his destiny to take a picture of a real dragon and show the word they were real.

“Are they ...different sorts of dragons?” He had slowed down.

“Sure.” You had told him, knowing perfectly what you’d read in your father’s book. “There’s different kinds of dogs. So why would it be different for dragons?”

“I don’t know. What dragon do you think would be the best in a picture?” He’d asked, his energy progressively cleared up by your question. Not thinking about it twice you’d chosen the only one you remembered.

“The Common Welsh Green I guess.” The little boy had stopped to sit in front of you, pouting.

“But it’s common isn’t it?”

“Maybe. But they’re slower so it’s easier to photograph them. Plus, one of those made London burn.”

It was only the childish dream of a guy who would soon realize how accurate were your words while all his school friends will believe that dragons are a legend.

—

And so finally, your parents had believed you. As the true kindhearted Hufflepuffs and protective wizards they were, it took them time to decide what to do with the young neighbor. Taking him under their wings was not even a question. But how to do it was much more complicated. In fact, Muggles were not famous for being open minded and flexible when their life was about to change. So, they just decided to use your friendship as an excuse to never tell his relatives before Hogwarts letter, and just show him what the magical world had to offer.

From that point, things became quite fun. After telling him what was happening, they showed him books, magical tricks and brought the young wizard with you to Diagon Alley. All of this just in order for him to not be lost when he would have to bring his parents there, and also know what to do when he will have to officially join the magical world you were raised into.

His parents actually took the news pretty well, and to be honest, it was mostly because your family made a big deal about helping the young boy in his coming out.

That’s why you were soon together in the Hogwarts express, on the road to becoming two proud wizards. You were happy.

Things could only go well. Right?

—

To everyone's surprise he was sorted to Gryffindor, and you were sent to Slytherin. It was a real shock; one nobody had anticipated. And while he was led to the Gryffindor Tower, you were walking down the stairs to reach Slytherin Dungeon. He was in the light and you were in the dark, becoming the black sheep of your Gryffindor and Hufflepuff family.

But something happened. Or rather than something, nothing happened. He soon had new friends and you had yours. And it appeared that none of you told people that you were neighbors and more than that; childhood friends.

It was like a silent agreement between both of you.

You never spoke to each other in the presence of your respective friends. Because more than being in the rival houses, it would have been a shame. Or at least your teenagers’ stupid brains thought so.

Indeed, he soon started to become really popular among your classmates due to his charms and his ability to socialize easily. Plus, his fuckboy image didn’t match with the calm and intellectual one you shared with your own friends. Maybe he had his reasons to avoid you, but you clearly had yours. You had to prove to people- and to yourself, that being a Slytherin in a red and yellow family didn’t make you less competent or valuable. That, on the contrary, it was making you a better person. You wanted to be the best and you worked for it.

Every day you studied so hard to be the number one. To be able to achieve your career dreams despite your S label. People had to think you were calm, studious and perfect. To perceive you as the type of girl who doesn’t have time for troublemakers like Mingyu and his crew.

So, after hearing how Chunhee and Seokmin had criticized him and his band, you’d decided to just stay silent about your relationship with Mingyu.

And he did the same.

—

But it was strange and really uncomfortable.

One day you were in the muggle train, heading to your hometown for the first time since the start of the school year. Everything was peaceful and calm. Christmas snow was falling on the London suburb, while Mingyu’s head had fallen on your shoulder. And just like the railroad, his breath was slow, relaxing and cadenced. He was taking a nap.

You had just supposed he had had fun with his friends the night before, so you didn’t say anything, reading on your own, but each time a person walked between the train sits, you were feeling your stomach twist. That’s when the lungs in your torso sighed loudly to expel the stress from your body.

“What?” Asked Mingyu, not as asleep as you thought.

During a second you stood silent before speaking. You felt how dry your throat was due to anticipation.

“Are you not afraid that someone could see us like that?”

“Afraid?” He started without opening his eyes. “Please Y/N, the train is almost empty. Plus, we’re in a muggle train, far away from the city, so we won’t run into one of our classmates.”

“Please understand me, but if a classmate sees us, I don’t want my image to be riddled by a slug, who salivate in his sleep.” You laughed.

“F*ck off. I know I’m not drooling. How could someone so perfect like me salivate in his sleep?”

Your snigger made his head move a bit.

As soon as this conversation had started, a silence had fallen on it. One of the unstable lights on your right switched on just to illuminate his delicate face. You were taking your time to look at him, at the black hair falling on his forehead, at those cute pink lips half-open, while your heart was pounding loudly against your rib cage.

“And in the worst case. Just imagine someone sees us. Who cares?”

You didn’t agree, because you didn’t believe his words, and for good reasons.

—

To be honest you perfectly remember when you became full strangers. You couldn’t forget the day you both decided to stop this farce.

“Y/N, is there something between you two?” Had suddenly asked Seokmin. You were sitting on the corridor floor, your eyes focused on your last arithmancy lesson. Last month you’d had bad grades at it and you absolutely wanted to improve so you could be ready for the O.W.L.s. Some drops were falling from your wet hair to the paper in front of you, drawing ink on the white sheet.

“Stop studying” your friend laughed while sitting next to you. “We just won our quidditch match against Gryffindor, you should be celebrating, not studying.”

“I know I know” you smiled while closing the lesson and contracting your fingers around it. “I was waiting for you. I can’t celebrate without you and Chunhee.” Even after taking a shower, you could still feel a mix of sweat and water on your skin. Your legs and arms were already aching due to the game. You were obviously tired. Indeed, the match became hard since Gryffindor had placed Mingyu as the Seeker and you had to admit he wasn’t that bad for a newbie.

“So. Tell me Y/N. Is there something between you two?” You frowned your eyebrows.

“Sorry, what?”

“You and Mingyu.”

At his words you felt your heart clench. Yes, there used to be something. Not that you would admit it of course, but still, it had been months since you two spoke to each other and you started to feel like he was avoiding you for no reasons. Maybe he’d grown tired of you. Or maybe he just didn’t care anymore. You fist tightened around the papers in your hand.

“No, of course not” you lied. It had become a habit to avoid the truth about it, and five years of lying had started to make it feel like it was nothing when it truly was a weight on your shoulders. Indeed, you were now fifteen, and thinking back at your arrival in Hogwarts you’d started to wonder if all of this wasn’t too extreme or ridiculous.

“Why?”

“I saw the face you made up there, when he was accidently hit by the Quaffle. I’m glad Steph caught it right in time and sent it back to you, because I swear you had the face of a girl ready to ask him if he was okay. Plus… when we danced together during the Yule ball, he kind of… stared at me weirdly you know.”

Listening to him, you’d blushed. Seokmin and Chunhee knew you probably better than anyone, and it made sense for them to realize something was off. Plus, this time, you were guilty and thinking about it just made the situation even more complicated.

One hour ago, you were still on your broom, flying in the air as easily as a bird would, just to make your Chaser job. For the first time in your quidditch experience the match was really tight. Your team and the Gryffindor one were already fighting for one hour under pouring rain. The seekers were flying hard to catch the Golden Snitch and you had felt how your classmates started to get tired of playing. Some already had had accidents and had left the game to be welcomed at the infirmary. Each new minute was making the match even more risky. And as if it was supposed to arrive, you’d made a mistake.

You hadn’t looked around you to make sure the area was safe and rushing to catch the soaked Quaffle you only succeeded in blocking Mingyu’s path. The ball having no effect on your gloves, you’d felt it slip from your grasp before the young seeker was hit in the face. He’d lost his balance, hitting your ribcage with his broomstick. But if you’d succeeded into staying stable, he hadn’t. You’d watched him being kicked out of the Golden Snitch chase with bitterness on your tongue.

It wasn’t properly speaking, a foul, but it wasn’t fair at all. Before you had been able do something stupid for your team, Steph had sent you the Quaffle again and you were back in the game.

Your team won. You knew it was because of this incident and hitting the wall with your head you cursed at yourself.

“Actually I-”

“Oh my God.” Stopped Seokmin. His eyes were no longer staring at you. “Speaking of the devil.”

You saw Mingyu arrive in the corner of your eye, and both of you immediately stood up. You’d never seen him like this before. He was fuming, his dark eyes staring at you with enough anger to make a mandragore shut up with only a glare. You felt your stomach twist.

“Okay, you know what I’ll just let you alone. I’ll wait outside with Chunhee.” Started Seokmin. “Please, don’t get killed okay?” Before you could say something, your friend had disappeared. What a chicken.

Suddenly your environment became hostile. The corridor you were in was too long, too dark and felt too isolated. The pouring rain outside the arena was louder with each step he was taking. He still had his Gryffindor Quidditch shirt, but with a huge thunderclap hitting the sky, the red and gold didn’t seem welcoming anymore.

“Mingyu I…”

Arriving in front of you he smashed your arithmancy papers with his hand. The sheets then crashed on the floor.

“Mingyu what the hell is wrong with you?!” You started while squatting down to pick them up.

“What the hell is wrong with me?! What the hell is wrong with you!” He yelled. Somehow you heard people arriving in the corridor on your left but didn’t bother to look at them. Anger was creeping in your heart and you couldn’t be distracted from it. You were now looking straight into Mingyu’s eyes, yours mimicking the fire burning it his. “Did you seriously think it was fun to hit me with a Quaffle?!”

“Oh, please stop it! It’s not like I did it on purpose.” You rolled your eyes when he stepped closer.

“Really?! I’m not sure of that. You’re a Slytherin after all.”

His rather beautiful eyes were narrowed in some infuriating crescents. Mixed with his sly smile and an obvious excess of confidence, his aura was making you beside yourself. You swear all you wanted at that moment was to punch this stupid Gryffindor right in his beautiful face. One minute earlier you were about to apologize to your_ obviously, no longer friend, but the douchebag he’d become had ruined everything. Again.

Now deeply hurt by his words all you could feel was the raging flame waving in your heart.

“Okay that’s enough.” you stopped, offended. “Do you… seriously thought I did it just for my Slytherin team to win?!”

“Why not. That’s what a snake would do.”

You pushed him with all your strength. Adrenaline had gotten over you and now you felt even more energized than before the game. His back hit the wall behind him, a painful grin deforming his handsome features. He probably hadn’t expected you to react so violently.

As it seems he’d become more than a jerk; his popularity had turned him into a coward as well. All he could do was attack you with what he knew would make you wince, what would make your feelings scream and what would break your heart. Years of friendship spent together to use your weakest points against you in the end.

“You fucking idiot!” You said with a dark shadow surrounding your body. He was now only centimeters away from your green and silver clothes, and your finger was pointing his chest with too much strength for a simple accusation. “When did you became so stupid to think I would do something like that?! Especially to you.” Now you no longer cared, rather it would reveal something about your true feelings for him or not. Indeed, your eyes were tearing from a mix of anger and sadness, exposing you to this guy you once knew.

“And when did you become so cold hearted that your parents would be ashamed to have a Slytherin as their daughter?!” He answered back. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Your fist crushed his jaw with enough strength to break his bones. He let out a groan. But before you could do anything to analyze the ache in your phalanx, Mingyu had made a move. Seizing your chest, he tackled you to the ground, your ribs hitting the hard floor with too much intensity for the already painful bruise you got earlier from your quidditch altercation. You let out a scream while automatically grabbing your ribcage as a protection.

If you weren’t full of rage you would have noticed how his expression changed from animosity to perplexity. Your eyes would have been able to see how he’d suddenly understood you were hurt too by the Quaffle incident. But the fury you were only saw an opportunity to fight back. Because the distance he’d put between your bodies to see you from afar was giving you the chance to kick him with your right leg. And so did you.

His body rolled to the side, his arms crossed in front of his face as a defense mechanism. Now that you’d stood up, you were ready to hit him again when a voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Alright kids, it’s time to stop.” Calmly said a female voice on your left. Before understanding the situation, you had been grabbed from behind by your classmates and moved away from your former friend.

In her Quidditch Gryffindor clothes their captain had arrived to stop the mess you were doing. She was standing there, arms crossed and looking at how you were trying to escape the hands stopping you from exploding. When Mingyu got up again and approached you, she stepped in. Diana was smaller than him but the hand she put between you two was enough to stop the young wizard.

“Mingyu. Stop. It’s your first match as the Seeker. Don’t make me say it’s the last one.”

The captain had spoken. At her words he stopped dead and looked at her, turning his angry gaze to the petite girl.

“She attacked me first with the Quaffle.” He tried to defend himself.

“No, she didn’t. It was an accident. We were all tired, it was raining. Things like that happen.”

“But...”

“No.” Turning in your direction she apologized. “Sorry Y/N.” And with her last words you’d watched them leave, Mingyu angry aura emanating from him until he was out of view.

If you’d managed to calm yourself after this fight he hadn’t. And somewhat he had managed to make you be forbidden from playing official matches for 3 months while he was healing from that punch in the face you’d given him.

—

Thinking about it you realized it’s when you’d decided to end this stupid friendship. That’s when you started to officially avoid him, not caring if he’d ever wanted to approach you again.

☂

Lost in your thoughts you haven’t realized he was now watching you too. Mingyu might have felt your stare, even if you had lost yourself into nostalgia. And when your eyes finally met you were surprised to see his neutral expression. You probably had blushed but were praying for him to be too far to notice.

Watching your open book again you tried to focus on your lesson but failed, knowing he was still smiling at your moment of madness. So, giving up with fighting the shame you’d felt for being caught staring, you closed your book and left the great hall.

☂

[6 years later]

The picture in your hand was taken far from the crime scene, but you swear you could see it clearly. Your fingers were trembling around the piece of paper the guy of the shop had given you and the cop you’d become could still feel her heart beat heavily in her chest. Indeed, the more your eyes were observing the snapshot of this young muggle, the more you knew it was him. It was clearly his face half hidden by a curtain and a long coat. Everything from this beautiful ruffled hair to the large hand holding the camera smelled like him. This guy was only a reflection on a window next to this damn alley, but you could feel it in your bones. Kim Mingyu was here.

And if the journalist he’d become was near a crime scene hours before the most popular murder of the decade, there’s no way it could be a coincidence. Damn it! You finally had a lead to bring back to the Ministry of Magic.

Excitement rose in your heart and you tried to convince yourself it was because of the investigation. Because there’s no way a long-forgotten frenemy could make you feel that excited, right?

A smile enlightened on your face.

Right?

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 6 years ago

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Αιώνια αγάπη (AU) pt.1

01: First day mistakes

Summary: Getting a chance to pledge for her mother’s old sorority, Y/N is completely unaware of the turmoil that await ahead. Once she meets the handsome Dolan twins, she finds herself making the mistake of liking them.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language

Word count: ~ 4000

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST

Thank you for being in the story: @graysons-thumb as Perry, @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara Howell.

Also a big shout out to my girl Yashi for being a beta reader on this! @godlydolans.

Sorority life. It's supposed to be a glamorous experience with parties, sorority sisters you can always count on and crazy cute fraternity guys who are more than just their body. The whole point is to provide students with opportunities to lead, serve, build lifelong relationships to fall back on and grow intellectually.

That's what Y/N expected, at least.

As a legacy, she had a place already guaranteed in the Kappa Delta chapter of Dartmouth. It's practically all her mother ever talked about concerning college and although she was sick of it at the time, she came to miss her excited rambling once she passed.

It was never a path Y/N wanted to take, quite the opposite. Y/N always planned to escape the Greek life and Dartmouth in general if possible. However, those rambles her mother annoyed her with in the past had become the very reason why she set her sights on Dartmouth and Kappa Delta. She was determined all through high school to land a spot and having her legacy status definitely made it easier. She wasn't the type to enjoy nepotism, but there was no way she'd ever refuse that advantage in this matter.

After her mother died, her determination to follow in her footsteps was the only thing that connected her to her spirit. She felt closer to her mother, like she was still there and cheering for her. She wanted to make her proud and continue what she wanted for her.

So she did.

With her dad unable to drive her, Y/N took matters in her own hands and drove to Dartmouth on her own. She didn't mind it, though. In fact, she's become used to her father's absence. He loved her mother dearly and her death left him a changed man. He still took care of Y/N, he gave her attention she needed, but he turned to work for a cure to his pain. Y/N understood, because she did a similar thing with her college obsession. She looked a lot like her mother, but her temper matched her father's.

Parking the car, she's immediately greeted with a sensory overload of flashy clothes and loud music, so many people walking around her and laughing at jokes she wasn't in on. They milled about with rucksacks, mostly in little packs of three or four. Jeans almost ubiquitous, although a few dressed in bright colors, punk or goth.

She grabbed her bag, knowing her things are already shipped to the sorority house on campus. Although she'll have to go through the pledging process, she had already received her rushing invitation which she gladly accepted. The girls she talked to were over the moon, because having legacies is always a great statement on the sorority and its quality.

Y/N was a sign of their good reputation, one she wanted to maintain.

Engrossed in her own thoughts, Y/N stumbles, tripping on her own two feet. Time seems to slow down when you're falling. In the seconds it took her to reach the ground she knew it was going to hurt. Just before she hits the ground, eyes closed to prepare for the pain, she finds herself wrapped in someone's arms. The cologne is a dead giveaway of the sex, large muscles that encased her serving as backup proof.

Squinting with her left eye, Y/N faced a breathtaking view and a mirthful laugh.

His hair is messy, wild and pushed up in the front, the sides pushing forward as if to form wings of sorts. The deep brown strands let the sun trickle through to her face, almost blinding her. To be fair, she's completely unsure if the sun is to blame or his beauty. His eyes carry a kindness she's rarely seen in her life and a glint of mischief she'd always found entertaining. Arched, slightly bushy eyebrows and long, thick eyelashes frame his eyes and it makes her heart speed up beyond what she thought possible. His nose is perfectly formed, the kind of a button-small shape that achieved a look she'd think was thoroughly photoshopped. Her eyes flicker to his lips, licking her own subconsciously. Those lips are plump, gently pink and tucked to the left corner to form a self-satisfied smirk. It brings her attention to his left cheek and she notes the cute freckle that only adds onto his already extraordinary good looks.

"Can I help you to your feet now or will you stare at my face all day?" The guy remarks playfully, ruining the picture she had painted in her mind.

Why do guys speaking usually destroy all the romance of the moment?

She holds onto his shoulders with both hands, helping herself up with little to no assistance on his behalf.

"Thanks." She fakes a smile, politely thanking the guy in front of her. She can finally tell just how tall he is compared to her and she always considered herself to be an average height. However, next to him, she felt like a tiny figurine - small and fragile.

She takes a step back, preparing to turn around and the guy's eyes widen, grabbing a hold of her forearm quickly.

"Wait. I didn't mean to be rude." He apologizes, his previously cocky persona melting and a nervous one taking place.

"I'm Ethan." He releases her arm, offering his hand to shake.

Cautious, Y/N takes his hand and gives it a weak shake before retracting her hand to the side. She didn't want to keep the contact for too long, not wanting to suddenly find his hands attractive too. He's got too much going for him look-wise and she can live without getting hooked on him.

At least not so soon.

"Y/N." She tucks her hand inside her jacket pocket, feeling that dreaded awkwardness flood her.

"Can you do me a favor?" Ethan asks coyly, looking around before taking a step closer to her and leaning in.

"Uh, sure." Y/N furrows her eyebrows, a tinge of panic rushing through her mind with his sudden closeness.

She's always had issues with people entering her personal space without permission, which is why she was on the brink of freaking out. As if he could sense it, Ethan frowned slightly, dragging his foot back and resuming his former position.

Relaxing, Y/N let out a long, heavy sigh as if she was holding her breath the entire time.

"I'm supposed to do this incredibly stupid thing, a dare of sorts and I was thinking you can be my audience? Like, maybe it will suck less with you watching me and hopefully not judging me like others will?" Ethan chuckles, scratching the back of his neck nervously, shifting from one foot to the other.

Raising her eyebrow, her eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms over her chest, pursing her lips in thought before giving him a curt nod and a small smile of encouragement.

"Sure. I kind of owe you for saving my life a few minutes ago." Y/N reminds him, getting a very relieved Ethan to smile in gratitude. He didn't seem interested in charging her for that, like it was his second nature, but he'd sure as hell use it if it meant his embarrassment would be lessened.

Ethan cleared his throat, anxiously looking around to see if there's anyone watching him beside Y/N. Once he was certain he's in the clear, Ethan busted out the most ridiculous dance moves and a rather high pitched performance of a song Y/N deemed to be a joke.

"I don't need you crying..." Ethan's face contorted, his eyes closing shut to hide from the world.

"I don't need you lying..." He continues and even Y/N is having a hard time listening to the cringe this song turned into. People began to gather, laughing at Ethan which started to fuel her anger.

"Just one thing in life you've got to learn. Just one thing." His voice breaks and a guy whips out a phone, starting to film this disastrous event. Noticing a piece of paper in Ethan's hand, Y/N snatches it fast, stopping Ethan. He opens his eyes in fright, looking at the crowd around him like a deer in headlights, finding himself tongue tied.

"Hit me with your one thing, oh, oh, oh." Y/N starts, surprising not only Ethan, but also everyone around her. Unlike Ethan, Y/N's voice sounds trained. The vocals flow from her lips in such an aesthetically pleasing sound that Ethan is flustered. Despite horrible lyrics, the song doesn't seem so bad coming from her mouth. She nudges Ethan, pointing to the paper. She reminds him to join in, finishing the song together.

"Just one thing in life you've got to learn!" Crumbling the paper in her hand, Y/N hides it in her jeans pocket and raises her hand in the air. She opens her hand, turning her palm toward Ethan, signalling a high five is in order.

Without hesitation, Ethan high fives her, covering his mouth right after.

"That was the best thing ever. Thank you so much." He whisper shouts, eyes wide and his shoulders hunched to help him lean forward and down to be face level with the girl before him.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm awesome that way." She tucks her hair behind her ear, shyly averting her gaze to the ground. Ethan decides to be bold, pressing the tip of his index finger under her chin, tilting it up so he'd look into her eyes once more.

He liked her eyes - the colour, the intense emotion hiding behind. It's as if she doesn't even know how beautiful she is and it awakens something inside of him; something he had long forgotten. It reminds him of the past, two hundred years ago to be exact and recognition flashes in his brown hues.

"You really are." He subconsciously gravitates toward her, his lips parting ever so slightly. She's intoxicating, almost impossible to ignore and he doesn't even want to try.

Y/N doesn't move, her breath hitching in her throat when she sees Ethan is coming closer with the intent of kissing her and yet, she refuses to move. She never does this, but with him? It's an unexplained pull and she doesn't want to fight it.

"GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF HER, KDR!" A girl shouts, interrupting their moment.

Y/N jerks back, whipping around to face the screaming girl who is clearly pissed off with the almost show of affection between her and Ethan.

The girl is about 5'7'', taller than Y/N almost 5 inches! Her hair shone like the sea at night, the black strands utterly white where the bright rays fell. It falls just below her shoulders, her bangs framing her pretty face. Eyes the colour of aged mahogany, one rich and warm but most of all, burning with rage. Her cropped hoodie and high waisted jeans are stylish, but Y/N doesn't have time to focus on anything else as she nears them, pointing her index finger at Ethan accusingly.

"Next time you touch one of ours with those hands will be the last time you have hands! Capiche?" She threatens and Y/N turns to her with a frown before it dawns on her.

While every sorority had a brother frat house they worked with in furthering their goals, the history in Dartmouth had a slightly different look on it.

Well, Kappa Delta did.

Ever since the houses existed, Kappa Delta Delta and Kappa Delta Rho, the brother fraternity, have hated each other. It goes back to the very beginning and for reasons unknown to both parties at this point. What is known is that the competitiveness never stopped to this day, the bigotry runs deep.

And this girl, whoever she is, clearly belongs to Kappa Delta. That means Ethan...

Y/N stops, quickly taking one more step back and raises both hands in mock surrender.

"I had no idea!" She whisper shouts, her eyes wide as she moves over to the girl and narrows them at Ethan.

"You never said you're the enemy." Y/N points out, throwing her hair over her shoulder before turning around and stomping away.

"Hold up!" The girl runs after Y/N, catching up in no time.

"Can't. Need to get away." Y/N says through gritted teeth, horrified with what almost happened. Of course he's too good to be true. She knew there had to be a catch.

"I won't tell the girls, don't worry." Those words stop Y/N from moving, turning to her new companion.

"We've all been tempted by the Dolan twins one way or another. My lips are sealed." The girl states and Y/N raises a brow.

"There's two of them?!" She exclaims, running a hand through her hair.

"Oh yeah! I had the Grayson bug, but he never dates anyone. We have a theory he's gay or he really does hate our sorority." She puts a hand to her mouth, whispering the last bit as if it's a top secret information meant to stay between her and Y/N.

"Well, this one certainly did a number on me." Y/N breaths out, smiling and shaking her head.

"I'm Perry!" She introduces herself, nudging Y/N to keep moving. "And we need to hurry to the house if you want to make the pledging on time."

Y/N rushed after the girl, wondering where she gets her energy from. She didn't even ask her name, almost like she already knew her. Which makes sense considering she's a legacy pledge, one that shouldn't even fret about her position but she does. She always worries about everything, it's just who she is.

I fraternized with the enemy, she thinks, praying it remains a secret.

Arriving at the house, Y/N halts her movements completely.

She looks at the large house, a mansion she's meant to enter, her entire body filling with panic whenever she makes a move forward. It's like a step forward, step back sort of a thing. She takes that step forward, prepared to take on the world and make her mum proud and then she remembers how she got this opportunity and returns to her original position.

She's ashamed, completely horrified by her actions. She's never been the type to thrive on nepotism. Y/N values hard work above all else, but ever since her mother died she allowed herself these small crimes. She hates it, but doesn't change her ways. It's not cheating if she's born with this right, is it?

Shaking her head at her own cowardly behavior, she lifts her chin up and purses her lips. Straightening her maroon colored leather jacket, she takes a deep breath and starts moving toward the building.

Just be yourself. Just walk in there and own it. Sure, this isn't on your own merit, but you deserve it. Just take a deep breath and go.

Her thoughts aren't helping, but she does find her steps are quicker and steadier. She feels her lips stretch into a pleased smile when she notices the door is already open, as if the building itself is welcoming her.

One step until she's inside, blissfully anxious and a puddle of nerves, when it happens.

BAM.

She stumbles back, holding onto her nose in shock. Her eyes water and lips part wide open as her knees bend to preserve what's left of her balance. The pain of walking straight into glass doors is nothing compared to the shame that washed over her. She's consumed in it, imagining how she'd have two vertical lines on her forehead and a blue coloring at the top of her head with her pupils being only dots in big white circles if this were a cartoon.

But it's not. Instead of that image, she got a bunch of frats walking out their house, laughing and pointing at her. She turns to them with a glare, finding a tall and rather buff guy standing on the porch of the house next door. He looks quite familiar with his lips quirked upwards. He's fighting a smile, one that she can't as she giggles awkwardly. She respects his attempt to stifle his laugh, but not the hand he used to send her a small, teasing wave.

"You alright there?" He asks, his voice dark and low, his tone cheerful.

Oh, he's enjoying this, she thinks.

She faces him, finding herself gobsmacked. Not only is he truly tall and burly with dark hair and a stubble, but he's also truly pretty with his earthly hues and pearly-white smile that serves as a stark contrast to his brown hair. She's always been a sucker for tall, dark and handsome men and so far, she's met two that fit that description perfectly. The first one turned out to be an enemy and considering where she's at, she had to assume this one could be too.

He's familiar somehow, though. Almost like he reminds her of Ethan.

Didn't Perry say Ethan had a twin?

"Yeah. Only bruised my ego." Y/N breathes out, keeping a nervous smile on her face as she squints to look at him better. Heat rushes to her face, turning her cheeks a deep pink in spite the layer of make up covering them.

"Don't worry. It's not the first time this has happened." He chuckles, leaning on the door frame and folds his arms over his chest.

"I'm hoping you'll get by without anymore incidents like this. Or should I keep a close eye on you? Just in case?" He smirks, watching her intently.

She's definitely blushing right now.

"I t-think I'm good." She stutters, mentally facepalming. She might not be the most confident person in the world, but she's not usually a stuttering mess. It's concerning considering she still has an entire night of sorority events to do.

"Well then, if you need me, just ask for a Grayson. I'll come runnin'." He turns around, glancing over his shoulder while he walks away.

Boy, does he look good walking away! Phew!

"Remember when I said Ethan had a twin?" Perry pops up again, a friend by her side.

She forces Y/N to stop staring at Grayson's ass and actually focus on the reason why she's here. She also reminds her of their conversation and her heart drops.

Not again.

"Did I just...Yeah." She turns toward the girls with a well rehearsed smile.

She looks to the other woman, no - girl. She has curly, shoulder length, rich brown hair which reflects a dark red under the light. Her eyes are almost grey - not a dull, unremarkable grey like that of concrete or stone. They are the grey of the last ashes on a fire, tossed up on the breeze; the grey of dove feathers, not the albino kind, but the ones with a hue so soft that they could have been pencil drawn. They had that look of birds flying on sunlit days, the shine and quick movement, yet relaxed, purposeful, at ease.

"Great! Then you know to stay away from them. I'm Sara Howell and I'm supposed to take you up to your room. Don't tell the other pledges you got one, though." She gives Y/N a kind smile, noticing the jitters she's drowning in. Once she comes closer, Y/N realizes she's about the same height as her, finally feeling like there are some normal sized people around campus for a change.

"Oh. So, um. How are they? Like, are they tough during pledges...Hazing a thing?" Y/N asks, rubbing her palms together slowly, putting more pressure on the part from where her fingers sprout.

Sara smiles, pursing her lips in thought before taking a step back and nodding her over to follow. Y/N spares a look, searching for a glimpse of either brother before walking after Sara, biting her lower lip. She can taste the lipstick on her tongue, knowing her teeth are doing damage to the carefully applied red colour Ethan almost smeared on his face.

She stops at the bottom of the stairs, giving Y/N a good look of her face that is freckled as stars in the night sky, which is a clear sign to take a step back. Personal space is important and she'd rather not make her uncomfortable. To be honest, Y/N feel uncomfortable too.

"Just a little info before we go up where the sisters are. Kappa Delta Rho are a big no no. They're not all bad, some are great. Like, Grayson. He is a little harder to work with and he always expects you to be on top of things if you're forced to do some events together. Ethan is a little more loose and fun to be around. He's also a big flirt and I'd suggest you give in only if you don't value your position here." Sara whispers the last bit, looking around to make sure no one heard them.

"Girls from our sorority slept with him?" Y/N prods deeper, furrowing her eyebrows. This sorority has a good name of keeping to their values, it's reputation indisputable. That's the main reason why Y/N's mother chose it.

Is it corrupt? Because girls can't keep their legs closed around frat guys?

Sara shushes her, using her right index finger as a signal for her to lean in.

"And once he's done, Grayson finds out and literally goes crazy. He was livid when he had to cut a few frats last year cause they slept with our girls who are no longer here. They were kicked out too. Ethan stayed because Grayson couldn't dump his brother. Grayson usually makes him do some embarrassing thing on campus and forgives him after." She explains in a hushed tone, kinking her eyebrow.

So, that’s what that awful song was. Ethan’s punishment.

"But Ethan's so hot, I'd literally give up this sorority in a heartbeat." She shrugs, walking up the stairs, leaving Y/N confused and stumbling up.

So, one twin is anal about everything and the other is a frolic with a mission to sleep with anything that moves which gets the first one pissed. Not the best combination, but a fair warning.

She reminds herself to thank Sara if this works out well for her.

Once they're up, Sara leads her to the bottom of the hall, opening a bedroom with a single bed. Those are extremely rare, usually reserved for THE sister and not a pledge. She lets Y/N in, stepping beside her, whispering.

"I'd let Grayson destroy me too if he wasn't so full of himself and actually spared anyone a second look."

To say Y/N's taken aback is an understatement, but she decides to roll with it. She's not susceptible to men's charms that easily.

Okay, maybe she's not immune, but she can behave.

I can!

The entire room is incredibly aesthetically pleasing. The walls are a golden yellow with several paintings giving it a wealthy vibe, the carpets are a gentle purple giving the room an open and airy look. The bed is unmade, her things stacked in boxes.

"I get a single bed room?" Y/N questions, frowning.

"You're a legacy. We don't get many legacies and so...special treatment. I'm not jealous." Sara sighs, making Y/N roll her eyes.

"Maybe I am...Just a little bit." Sara chuckles, forcing a laugh from Y/N too.

"Get settled, relax and be ready in a white dress at the bottom of the stairs at 9 pm sharp." Leaving her alone in the room had Y/N jumping in her spot, overwhelmed with happiness. She does a happy dance, landing like a leaf with a sway on her bay window, looking out only to find someone's been watching.

Grayson.

He laughs, the sound of his booming voice reaching her easily through the open window and she glares at him, pouting.

He shakes his head in amusement, giving her that tiny, teasing wave once more.

"Hey there, clumsy. Fancy meeting you here." He shouts from his window and in panic, Y/N pulls down her curtains, her heart pounding inside her chest.

Staying away might be harder than I thought.

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wincore · 6 years ago

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summer nights and magical mishaps | 龍 | qian kun

pairing: kun x reader

words: 5.6k

genre: dragon-trainer!au (i mean sort of?), college!au, fluff

warnings: none

a/n: i wanted this out for kuns birthday hnnsdshgg anyway happy birthday kun!!

When people said college would be way easier than high school, you figured they meant you’d have free time to mess around or less workload.

Apparently, what they meant was you’d suddenly realize that you can do whatever the hell you want and quite possibly lose any sense of dignity you ever had. Which is better than it sounds, honestly, once you get used to it. A zombie lifestyle has left you with an increased pain tolerance for anything life has in store for you. And of course, the problems haven’t lessened since high school and neither have they decreased in intensity. It’s just you that has somehow gained the ability to just wing it according to your standards without any remorse.

Luckily for you, though, you have a whole Qian Kun, possibly the most perfect human being you’ve ever known.

You have no idea what great deed you’ve ever committed in your life to somehow have met Kun, to have him as your roommate. If it weren’t for him, you’d probably have had four more stomach bugs from skipping breakfast too many times, missed most of your morning classes and had way more than two breakdowns a month. You don’t know how he does it but he might possibly be the only person you know in college that has meals and doesn’t live off cup noodles and takeout. He’s a perfect student too and you’re a bit surprised, considering you’ve never seen him study. But then again, you don’t see him as often as you’d like.

Kun left you some toast this morning too, and you’re sort of missing his scandalized expressions after you tell him you’ve had only four hours of sleep in the past three days. Unfortunately, your schedules barely ever overlap and you don’t have time to talk to him as much, unless you both stay up late (which happens more frequently than you think during finals). In fact, the first one and a half months, you could barely remember his face or voice, too busy with your work and worn out by homesickness. You exchanged a few words in the evening after all your classes were over, tired enough to sleep a whole weekend. You sometimes talked in the morning, bought stuff for your shared apartment and created a silent routine. You were both okay with it though, neither of you trying harder than usual to change the pattern.

The first real conversation you had with him was in your living room at four in the morning; when both of you realized that the other was in fact awake. Kun turned on his phone’s flashlight to illuminate your face stuffed with cereal before you gulped it down slowly.

“What are you doing up so late?”

“I can’t stay up late?” Kun asked, not meant to be defensive.

“Well, no. I just didn’t think you’re the type to stay up nights.”

“Oh, I do a lot of stuff at ni—why are you making that face?” Kun scrunched his eyebrows before his cheeks started to glow red. “That is not what I meant.”

You laughed and some of his embarrassment dissipated before he took a seat beside you, taking some milk and cereal for himself.

“So what stuff do you exactly do at night?”

“I wish you wouldn’t say it in that tone. But,” he paused to take a bite, “I have like four assignments coming up and I’m making sure I didn’t miss anything.”

“Wow.” You stared at him, amazed. Seriously, how did he get his stuff done and go to classes?

“I have assignments I haven’t started so,” you shake your head at your state.

Kun laughed, “That’s okay. I don’t put in as much effort as I’d like either.”

You huffed. “No way. Are you aiming to reach the ultimate student goals?”

“I have no idea what that is.”

“Yeah, because I just made that up.”

Kun smiled again, his laugh soft and short this time, and you started to appreciate his voice more; a sweet kind which reminded you of a Sunday breakfast and soft piano notes. He certainly was more caring than you’d expected and well, you shouldn’t have judged him by his lack of words and timid tone. Kun was warm, you realized, and that made your home a little warmer too.

You both ended up staying up more frequently to talk to each other, even more so after Kun got his mysterious part time job which he refuses to elaborate on.

That brings you to your current status. You are late for class and while it’s nothing too concerning, the fact that Kun will return late makes you not want to go at all. Just when you think you’re finding a friend, a close friend, he’s being pulled away again.

And the morning goes as expected. Your teacher arrives later than you do in the morning, and you sleep through the second, having already read the content once. You don’t even know what happens in the other classes, reasoning with enough confidence that you’ll manage during finals. It’s when lunchtime arrives that you feel Kun’s absence a little more. Of course, Kun would know what to make for lunch when you have an uneasy stomach and a sleep deprived brain.

You feel stupid for relying on Kun sometimes but he does certain things way better than you can, even if you follow all the steps carefully. It’s like his hands have magic spreading through the end of his nerves, you swear.

You are still honestly upset about the fact that you have your evening off the day Kun has work late into the night. You enjoy being with him, and his opinions share the same truths as you. It’s relieving to find someone agreeable for once. But there’s something else about Kun—it’s like he holds some secret, the sort of secrets children are attracted to, the kind storybooks revolve around. But you can’t question him, unfortunately. Mainly because you have no idea what you’re supposed to ask, much less how to word it. Someday, though, you hope you’ll understand him and it’s not just because you think he’s cute. And no, you certainly don’t have a growing crush on him. You just think he’s neat, that’s all.

You wake up at midnight, fresher than you normally are, and wonder why you can’t wake up with so much energy when you need it. You feel uneasy after getting up, when you realize Kun isn’t back. It would’ve been okay if Kun had actually told you where he works and what he does. But no, you have no idea and it scares you—what if he got into trouble with some thugs or was forced into drug dealing?! Gods, he didn’t get kidnapped, did he? The college flyers about peer pressure and bullying flash through your mind as you wear something more appropriate to venture into the night.

Kun doesn’t pick up his phone the first two times you call him. The third time, his voice comes out in whispers.

“I’m…I’m a bit stuck,” you strain your ears to hear the hushed voice through the static.

“What?! Kun, are you safe? Is anything wrong?”

“Of course! Everything’s okay,” he continues to whisper, voice a little higher. You’re not so sure though, as you press him.

“Can you at least tell me where you are?”

“Uhh, boss calling. I have to go.”

Great. Kun hung up and you’re left standing at the side of the streets, wondering where to go.

Ah, but you’re you and you certainly aren’t stupid. Kind of. You know for sure he wasn’t inside a diner; all the diners in the vicinity close by midnight and unless he travels two hours to get to work, he’s probably also in the streets. A very quiet corner, by the sound of it.

You’re not going back till you’ve confirmed the safety of your friend; you’re just that kind of person.

Walking through deserted alleyways all alone in the middle of the night is not a power move, you can confirm that. At least it’s not winter and you’re not taking tiny steps trying to keep the chattering of your teeth under control. No, it’s summer and while you can take full strides, you’re also afraid of the others who are free to roam around at night, those who think they own the city.

You hear some muffled noises from afar which quickly mold into distinct footsteps and you rush to hide in a corner. You take slow steps back and almost breathe in relief till your back comes into contact with something warm. You yelp and turn around only to find familiar eyes, except they’re a little more worried than usual.

“Kun!”

“Shh!” he hushes you and places a hand over your mouth. He looks left and right before pulling you into a narrower alley by the waist and you’re pressed against him uncomfortably. Kun doesn’t seem to notice though, extremely still and clearly alert. You think it’s wiser to follow him and remain quiet.

Soon enough, there are footsteps and some voices, though you can’t make out what they’re saying. They seem to be around for a painstakingly long amount of time as you feel the heat rising steeply in the little amount of free space you have.

You don’t know how much time has passed till the noise finally fades and Kun deems it okay to get out. You’re relieved when you’re hit with a fresh summer breeze and you take a deep breath.

“Ku—”

“Why did you come here?” Kun holds you by the shoulders and his expression morphs into a worried one, angry even.

“Look, you sounded really stressed- I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“You,” Kun pauses to let out a deep sigh. “You really didn’t have to. But thanks. Don’t do it again, though.”

He smiles softly but his attention is immediately diverted to a soft shuffling towards your left. The street lights don’t reach far enough to make out what the source of the mysterious noise is and obviously, Kun isn’t taking any chances as he pushes you behind him.

The shuffling continues for a while and out comes a little ball of white. It sneezes twice before tilting its head to one side and starts staring at you. You’re tempted to stare back—it has beautiful eyes, you notice. A swirling blue, shining with specks of fire under the orange streetlights. Kun gasps before taking steady steps towards it, and crouches in front of it. You can’t see what it does, covered by Kun’s figure, but when he turns around, the creature is asleep in his arms.

You open your mouth but Kun shakes his head carefully so as to not wake it up. When he comes closer, you see that the creature has a long body, and it’s not exactly white but a very, very pale green. You want to touch it really bad, but you can’t explain why.

“He’s a dragon,” Kun whispers.

Right. Of course. You don’t want to question him this late at night and who knows, you might be dreaming all of this. Your soft, sweet roommate could never be on the run from bad guys (or whoever those midnight thugs were) and finding a dragon in a dumpster in an unknown alleyway hasn’t exactly been a realistic experience.

So, you both walk back in a warm silence, only occasionally broken by Kun’s cooing at the dragon when he seems close to waking up. Kun lays him in a blanket on the couch and ushers you to go to sleep. You’re not sure about leaving a sleeping dragon of all the things in your living room but if this is a dream, what does it matter? But you’re not tired enough to sleep, regrettably.

You sit in front of the sleeping dragon, captivated by it for some reason you can’t put your finger on. Kun stays beside you, watching your expressions. He falls asleep on your shoulder at some point, believing you to have fallen asleep too, but you’re still thinking of the creature in front of you. You feel something you’ve forgotten, some feeling that had disappeared somewhere around middle school, even more so with the onset of adulthood. A sense of nostalgia snakes through your mind, and you’re left wondering if you missed something, if you did something wrong. Is this really a dream? Dreams can’t get this deep, can they?

And the morning confirms the reality. You’re awoken to a very bright little dragon sitting on your chest and squawking into your face. Kun rushes in from the other room, wearing his shirt inside out, and looks heavily concerned about your well-being. You, on the other hand, aren’t sure how to respond to the situation; it’s not something that happens daily for sure.

Kun comes closer and says something you don’t quite catch and the little beast immediately backs off. You raise your eyebrow at Kun, demanding some sort of explanation—anything at all. He understands as he nods but focuses on the pale little dragon. He takes something out of his pockets and throws it in the air. The dragon, alert, shoots rings of fire, scorching whatever Kun threw. He proceeds to move over to the burnt items, and starts nibbling on them. The room starts to smell a little citrus-y after the sudden burst of fire, but you’re sure Kun did not just serve lemons to a dragon in your living room.

Kun helps you get up and eyes the dragon still gnawing away. He turns to you, an apologetic expression on his face. You already know he’s about to say sorry a million times when it isn’t even his fault.

“Don’t say it. Just explain what’s happening.”

Kun opens his mouth and closes it again before gulping.

“That’s…a dragon.”

“Yes, you told me that last night.”

Kun shifts nervously. You’ve never seen him like this. Usually, he’s the one demanding an explanation from you and giving you the stern look, not the other way around.

“This might take a while,” Kun breathes and proceeds, “You know the part time job I got?”

You nod and he continues, “It’s a magic shop! Except…it’s a little more magic than just plain old tricks.”

“What?”

He scratches his head, trying to think of a better way to explain.

“It’s magic…like the magic in books and movies. Here, watch this.”

Kun takes your hand and drags two fingers across your palm and suddenly, three bright flowers bloom out of your skin. You don’t feel a thing, not even a pinprick as you stare at them growing into miniature flower bushes. You look at the beautiful arrangement of flowers a faint scent coming off them, all grown on your skin.

“Don’t freak out.”

“Do I look like I’m freaking out? This is so cool!”

“Right.” Kun smiles a bit as you gently move your hand to look at it from different angles. He takes your hand when you’re done and blows on it, the flowers disappearing into silver dust.

You narrow your eyes at Kun. “You never bothered to tell me any of this.”

“Wh-what?”

“You couldn’t tell me, me that you know something this cool?”

“Well—”

“I can’t believe this.” You shake your head dramatically, and Kun laughs in embarrassment. You both pause, a little lost in thought when suddenly you have the brilliant realization.

“But Kun, we have a dragon in our living room.”

“Oh, right.”

When you and Kun turn around, you see a very satisfied dragon lying on its back on your floor. Kun sighs and sits on the floor. You follow suit and look at him expectantly.

“I’ve only read about dragons before. I never even thought I’d end up with one.” Kun stares at the half asleep dragon.

“Wait, so. The place where you work. They teach you this stuff? Magic?”

“Sort of. I’m only an apprentice. I just help the kids out sometimes. It’s more like preschool for the gifted, disguised as a magic shop.”

“You’re gifted?”

“Yes. My father is, too. He taught me this stuff!” Kun beams.

You smile back and fold yourself, with your arms hugging your knees.

“Hey, Kun.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you have extra classes on Saturday?”

Kun’s eyes widen before he rushes up, banging his shoulder against the table yet somehow not stirring the dragon.

“Ow,” Kun complains, clutching his shoulder before deciding that attending classes would be a waste of time and energy. You click your tongue at his haste, stating that if he hadn’t panicked he wouldn’t have needed an ice pack to the shoulder.

Kun brings his magic books to you happily, late in the afternoon. You roll off your bed with an “unhh?” and follow him to the living room, before realizing and slowly getting excited to see what he has in store.

“Okay, so. Here goes,” Kun says before moving his index finger in circles. Mist starts to form around it and soon it’s large enough to shroud the both of you.

“What’s this?”

“It’s for protection purposes. No one can see us or hear us now.” Kun smiles at you before looking back to the book.

“Wow. If you wanted to be alone with me, you should have said so,” you say, flashing a cheeky wink and Kun turns red before placing one hand on his face.

“I was kidding, my dude. Continue!”

A muffled ‘I know!’ escapes from Kun’s mouth and he flips through the pages, the ruffling becoming the only sound.

“This. This is about dragons. It’s illegal to own any magical beast except under special circumstances, and to be honest, it was pretty hard getting this book at all.”

“Are we going to magic jail?”

“No. I mean, I hope not. There’s a reason I used the mist.”

Kun reads through page slowly as he drags his finger across each paragraph. The writing doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to you—some garbled Latin, which you can’t figure out despite having taken that stupid Latin class. What was the point of that if you can’t read magical manuscripts?

“What language is this?”

“Oh, it’s Latin. Except, it’s kind of modified so people don’t understand. I don’t get why they did it, though. People would just assume it’s a fantasy book.”

“There are all kinds of people in the world, Kun.”

Kun raises an eyebrow but gets back to searching for whatever he was looking for. A soft gasp emanates from his mouth when he finally finds it.

“Here! I found him. He’s a sort of tropical kind? He likes cities…hm…and he likes to make noise?”

As if on cue, a loud squawk comes from behind Kun and he jumps, clearly surprised. He lets some of the mist dilute into the air and sees the dragon, except it looks angry with what appear to be eyebrows scrunched. Kun lets the entire mist vanish as he looks at the dragon.

“How did you do that? You feel the mist?”

You tilt your body to the side to see a very incredulous expression on Kun’s face which usually gets there when he reads through a new textbook at night, before finals, only to find something he hasn’t heard of before. That doesn’t usually end well as he stresses over whether he had actually learnt everything for the exams or not.

The dragon squawks again, louder, and you’re tempted to feed it something just to stop the noise. The dragon seems to somewhat understand you as he moves closer to you and lets out another shriek.

“Jesus, you’re as loud as Chenle,” Kun grimaces, placing a hand over his left ear. He closes his palm and whispers something, and some faded orange berries appear. You try to pretend you’re not in awe as the dragon roasts them with the little amount of fire he can summon. You look at Kun a little spaced out before he composes himself.

“You should be careful around him. He’s a special kind, as far as I can tell.”

You look at him inquisitively before he explains further, “I was reading up on common characteristics on dragons and I’m not sure but I think he’s one of the seer dragons.”

“Kun. I don’t know what that is.”

“Oh! They…well, they can see the future and they can give you visions, or resurface memories.” Kun clears his throat but continues, “I’ll have to take him to the Headmaster to be sure, though.”

You nod, a little unsure, but finding the turn of events very interesting, to say the least. You smile at Kun nonetheless, and he smiles back just like you’re used to doing in every late night talk session.

You’re a little more than excited when you find that the Headmaster (who happens to be the owner of the magic shop, or magic preschool or whatever) will be back next week, which means you can keep the dragon till then. You don’t tell Kun that, though, who seems sort of frustrated with all the constant shrieking.

He’s right to be annoyed, you think, as you’re awoken to a loud dragon far too early. He’s proven to be a better alarm clock than anything you’ve ever had—a little too good, you think as you curse silently.

Your friends raise their eyebrows interrogatively when you and Kun arrive at the campus with noticeable dark circles, but neither of you bother replying, with the lack of completion of your sleep cycle. Kun’s placed a charm around your place so the dragon can’t run off, but you’re more worried about the havoc he’ll wreak inside your apartment.

The apartment is surprisingly fine when you come back. Your kitchen is not. When you and Kun return for lunch break (you asked Kun how he arrived from the other end of the campus so fast but he failed to enlighten you, smiling nervously instead), you find half your kitchen either broken or scorched and you’re glad the entire of your apartment didn’t burn down. It all gets fixed, thankfully, with Kun’s magic.

“Is this how you clean the dishes so fast?!”

“No, I don’t usually use magic for that.”

“Usually?”

Kun huffs and makes a face but shifts his attention to feeding the dragon again.

“Dragon. Here,” Kun beckons and you wonder why he doesn’t have any better names.

“Aren’t we naming him?”

“I thought I’d name him Chenle but it would be unfair to Dragon.”

“The kid in your magic shop?” You’ve heard Kun speak about him a lot and you wonder how loud the kid must be to top the blood-curling shrieks you have to face each morning.

“Yeah,” he says and smiles. You just know Kun’s joking from the fondness springing from his voice but you don’t say anything regarding your observation.

You can’t lie that you find the entire situation terribly funny, however. Every time you see Dragon waddling behind Kun and hear an exasperated “Stop following me, I’m not your mother. Or a mother at all!” or Kun’s lifeless expression when Dragon tries biting his fingers off or even when Kun came home the day before saying “I was mistaken for a young father three times today” with an expression devoid of all humour, you have to keep yourself from laughing so as to not offend Kun, who is trying his very best to keep calm. In fact, you think the daily events would make for a very nice comic panel.

Thankfully, Dragon sleeps sometime after the sun sets. That means you have the night to yourselves, and can actually catch up on whatever notes you missed during the day in your sleepy state. At least, Kun does that. You like to stay up and contemplate existence or whatever else peaks your interest.

“Kun,” you call out, sitting near him in the living room.

“Hm?” comes an unfocused reply, and you turn to look at him. He’s in a sort of daze, looking at Dragon sleep, his own chest rising up and down in sync.

“Kun,” you call again, and it worries you now because he barely responds.

You crawl over to sit in front of him, but you’re worried further as his eyes don’t seem disturbed by your frantic waving.

“Kun!” you yell once more as he finally snaps out of it, massaging his forehead as he tries to recompose himself.

“What…?” Kun shakes his head, trying to clear the ringing in his ears as you rush to get water.

Kun finds his voice again after a few long minutes, while you continue staring at him, your panic diminishing very slowly. You’re so used to him being the responsible one, taking care of everything around him that the uncalled for circumstances led to anxiety dizzying your brain faster than you would anticipate. It’s because you’ve never seen Kun out of it, or ever ask for help. You feel rather guilty too, as you realize you should’ve taken a little more responsibility in your everyday life, helped Kun a little more.

Kun smiles at you reassuringly when he recognizes the fright in your body.

“I think Dragon doesn’t know how to control his powers,” he states, his voice coming out a little choked.

“Kun. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just…scary images…got into my head,” he mutters, “He can be pretty dangerous. We need to get him to a safe zone fast.”

“Kun.”

“I’m fine! Really!”

“You don’t have to act so tough,” you grumble. You look at Dragon once and turn back to find Kun smiling at you—the kind of smile that you see rarely during the day, one that means he’s comfortable. Your heart flutters as you try desperately to control your thoughts spilling all over the place and you really wish Kun didn’t look like that.

Kun breaks the silence by clearing his throat and adding, “We should go tomorrow. To the magic shop.”

“Really?” your eyes widen as you scoot closer to him. “I can go?”

“Of course!”

You wake up earlier than Kun does for the first time ever and of course, Dragon’s ready to burst Kun’s eardrums right in the morning as usual. He wakes up with all life drained from his face but he sighs in relief and laughs when he sees you fully ready to go.

The magic shop is larger than you anticipated, occupying enough space beside the sidewalk. The windows are covered with velvet curtains, all midnight blue, and the golden sign is welcoming to customers. You enter the shop holding Dragon, along with Kun only for a blur to run past you, knocking the wind out of Kun.

“Kun!” comes a loud, excited voice from the kid behind you. His face is full of glee as he looks at you and back at Kun.

“You brought your crus—"

Kun makes a strange noise and puts his arm around the kid before he can complete and whispers something in his ear. He shakes his head and Kun nods abruptly.

“We’ll have to wait some more. For Headmaster,” Kun informs you.

“I’m Chenle, by the way,” the kid introduces himself, “and do you think I could take a picture of this cool guy for my Instagram?”

Kun scrunches his eyebrows and says, “Why do you think Headmaster will allow you to post a picture of a dragon? And why do you have Instagram? You’re like fourteen.”

“I’m fifteen!” Chenle glares at Kun while the latter struggles to not laugh.

A knock on the front entrance alerts all of you. Dragon looks like he’s ready to bite whatever is at the door, which makes Kun decide it’s not a good idea to stay in the open. He gives Dragon to Chenle and tells him to hide in the secret cellar with you. You can’t express how impressed you are that they have a secret cellar as you’re ushered to the corner.

“Does this usually happen?” you whisper to Chenle.

“Well, when Headmaster’s away, the shop tends to get raided for magical items,” he whispers back, “so Kun helps with the protection and invisibility spells.”

Kun jumps into the cellar and motions for you both to be quiet. And it is quiet; it’s eerily quiet as the knocking on the door ceases. That is, until a loud ‘bang!’ resonates through the interior of the shop above you.

“Smugglers,” Kun whispers, as soft as possible.

Loud talking and several other noises continue and you can make out some sort of group discussion till they slowly quieten. You try to make out Kun in the darkness but you’re suddenly met with ocean blue eyes. And you feel it again. The bits and pieces that have been lost from you, memories you didn’t know you had. And you’re intensely happy. That’s what your mind tells you, although your heart feels soaked with nostalgia and muddled emotions. You remember some things and you see glimpses of random futures, of what could be. You smell toast and honey for some of them, you see Kun in some of them, and you see total darkness for some. It’s like your mind is writing out all the scenarios all at once and soon, your head throbs with agonizing pain. Immediately after, it’s only darkness.

Light enters your vision as you find three pairs of eyes staring at you.

“Are you okay?” Kun asks, his voice a pitch higher than usual. He’s holding your hands, face a little closer than you would expect and you feel like you’ll faint for a moment. You drink the glass of water that Chenle brings and feel some of your strength return.

“It’s dizzying, isn’t it?” Kun says, extremely concerned. He gently draws his thumb along the side of your forehead, and you feel a little more grounded, a little more in touch with reality.

“I’m fine,” you grin.

“Please don’t kiss.” Chenle makes a face as you turn red and look away. Kun smacks the boy across the head and he whines, but you can’t bring yourself to face Kun with how hot your cheeks stay.

Apparently, Dragon can get worse with the visions. You don’t see the Headmaster as Kun rushes you to the infirmary, but you hear he’ll be taking care of Dragon from now on. The smugglers that had broken in were the same ones trying to sell Dragon the night you found him. And it’s lucky he wasn’t sold. The kind of power one could have would surely be destructive combined with the appropriate magic. It’s lucky the Headmaster arrived in time to take care of everything, Kun tells you.

Chenle and Dragon get along amazingly, unsurprisingly, and Kun gets off with only a little scolding from the Headmaster for bringing you here. Most importantly, you now have unlimited free pass to visit the magic shop! You rejoice mentally as you sit in the empty room on the bed, sunlight streaming in through the window beside you.

Kun enters soon and sits on the bed. The conversation that follows is surprisingly normal—about classes and rent and boring stuff. You decide moving in to live in the place above the magic shop isn’t so bad an idea. Although, Kun would need some convincing for that (“it’s dangerous here!,” he reminds you). He mentions that he needs to make sure none of his friends at college find out about all of this, considering his weird behavior the past week. They’re surprisingly good at figuring things out and he really doesn’t want to be yelled at any more by the Headmaster.

There’s a peaceful quiet as you stare at Kun. You can’t deny how your heart warms at the sight of him, more so since he ditched the secrets and mystery. Kun catches you staring and smiles his brightest—the same smile that makes your friends constantly nag you for his number. Your heart drops a little as Kun looks away again and you take a deep breath.

“Hey, Kun?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever considered dating?” Very smooth.

“Wh- what?”

“I mean. No. I don’t know,” you stutter out.

Kun’s face entertains no particular emotion as he looks back at you. You’re not sure if it’s the direct sunlight or Kun, but your face is warmer than usual and you can’t meet his eyes. You really, really want to tell him; you want to tell him that you find him perfect and you want to tell him that you have feelings for him. But, as in any situation with a similar problem, you don’t know how.

“I like you,” Kun breathes out.

“What?”

“Are you trying to tell me you like me because I’m really trying to tell you I like you?” Kun says, his eyes shifting elsewhere, avoiding to look in your direction.

You’re silent and Kun’s starting to think he made a mistake when you throw your arms around him.

“I knew you had a crush on me!” you exclaim.

“No, you didn’t.”

You don’t respond but Kun’s stays stiff for a while before easing into the hug. He smells like he usually does, like cereal and honey and milk, although you’ve never felt him so closely before. You pull away but keep your hands interlocked when suddenly a voice rings out from the door, “Are you guys going to kiss? Because I have to cover Dragon’s eyes then.”

Kun holds back a groan and briskly walks to the doorway, while Chenle runs away as fast as he can, Dragon following closely.

“Kids, seriously,” he sighs.

“Wow, you actually do sound like a mom.”

“I’m not a mom.”

Kun frowns after getting back to his place beside you. You look at the sky outside and it’s perfectly blue, you think, while Kun mumbles on about having spoiled Chenle too much. His cheeks are still pink and under the sunlight, they’re a rosy hue but you’re more interested in his lips, which are an amiable shade of pink. There’s another silence before you gather enough courage and kiss him once—no, twice. You don’t really remember how many times, to be honest, but you do remember that Kun’s lips taste like magic and summer.

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borathae · 6 years ago

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↳ Index [#04 Santa Claus is Coming to Town]

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Jimin x f.Reader, Seokjin x f.Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: foursome, mxm, fxm, dom!Seokjin, dom!Jimin, sub!Jungkook, sub!Reader, thigh riding, spanking, marking, ass play, use of toys, nipple play, cum eating, anal sex, spit roasting, oral (m. & f. recieving), multiple orgasms, use of nicknames, degratation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hairpulling, praising, aftercare

Wordcount: 7.6k

Back at the chalet you are met with silence. The others must still be out, you think to yourself. The four of you bit each other goodbye for now, each rushing off to your rooms to get ready for the night out.

You decide to text your best friend to tell her about your day and ask for her advice on which you dress you should wear for tonight as soon as you enter your empty bedroom. After all you had promised to update her on every little thing.

-You: Giiiiiiirl I have so much tea for you, get the biscuits ready lmaooo. Okay first of all I made up with Taehyung and Jimin already yaay. And second of all I need your help. Seokjin, Jungkook, Jimin and I want to go to an après ski party in town and I don’t know what to wear ugh. Should I wear the silver dress or the black one? ♥

Three dots appear as soon as you had pressed send on the first message and soon enough your phone vibrates.

-Hayley: biiiiiiiitch I knew they wouldn’t break up with you like that. see I told you!!! ♥ first of all did you get the vitamine d already? 👀 and second of all take the silver dress it makes your ass look amazing ♥

You smile at the enthusiasm of your friend typing your answer.

-You: nooo as far as now is concerned I didn’t 😔✊ but it can change lmao at least I try to tonight… thanks for your help btw I’ll wear the silver dress ♥

-Hayley: that’s my girl 😏 give me updates 😏

You lock your phone afterwards to finally get ready for the night. You quickly step into the shower letting the hot water run over your cold body. Being outside for the whole day had taken its toll on you and you were glad for the hot temperature of the water. You wash your hair as well, cleaning it from the sweat. Apparently you had sweated more than what your cold body tells you. You blow dry your hair, styling it whilst doing so. You decide to go for a smokey eye look and keep your lips in a neutral nude look. After that it is time for your underwear for tonight. The silver dress was tight fitting to your body, so simple lace which would hug your body in a flattering manner would be to one to go for. You decide to go for the black lace, which Yoongi had once given you on Valentine’s Day blushing at the thought of what had soon followed after that present. God you really missed their touch. You sigh, shaking your head to get rid of the depressing thoughts and peel yourself into the dress. You put on your black high heels turning around in front of the mirror one last time before nodding satisfied with the result.

Once you come to the railing you can already see the three of them sit on the couch underneath you. Your breath catches in your throat, they hadn’t promised you too much when they had told you that they would dress up. Jungkook was wearing ripped jeans into which he had stuck a yellow dress shirt. He had finished off his look with a black belt, which accentuated his small waist and his silver Rolex on his left wrist. You weren’t used to him dressing like this and you feel your breath quicken.

Jimin had decided to go for a black turtleneck, same as Seokjin. Expect that Jimin had paired it with black jeans and a black leather jacket. Seokjin had decided to pair it with a burgundy suit which made his shoulders look even wider than usual and rectangular glasses.

“You look amazing wow”, you tell them once you reach the living room. Their eyes go big as soon as they see you, looking you up from head to toe, “you like my dress?” you ask turning around so they could get a good look of your ass.

“You look hot babe”, Jimin says standing up to place a kiss on your cheek.

“I can’t wait to dance with you tonight”, Jungkook tells you before offering you his arm, which you accept with a smile.

“Let’s go before I decide that staying home is far more fun than going out”, Seokjin says slapping your ass to which you gasp surprised.

“Control your hands mister”, you warn him. Your heart was racing at an ineffable speed, you weren’t used to Seokjin acting like this anymore and you felt nervous all of a sudden.

Why are you nervous? They are still your boyfriends and they would never do something what you wouldn’t want them to. Or are you nervous because you already know what was to come later that night from just looking at their hungry eyes.

“I’m sorry I had to”, Seokjin apologizes smiling at you cheekily.

“Don’t be angry at him, if it hadn’t been him I would have slapped your ass in his name”, Jimin tries to defend him offering you your jacket. You scoff throwing your hair over your shoulder dramatically to get it out from under the thick fabric of the coat.

Just like always a taxi was already waiting outside for the four of you and to Jungkooks and yours luck Seokjin is as nice as to get into the passenger seat this time. The drive to the club was silent safe for the French music playing through the taxi radio. Seokjin is the one who pays the taxi driver this time giving him a large tip before thanking him and helping the rest of you out of the car.

The club looks unremarkable from outside, a simple wooden house. The bright pink neon letters are the only indicator that you were entering a club. The bouncers let you through easily once Jimin smiles brightly at them, both of them a flustered mess afterwards.

“How are you always doing this?” you ask him.

“Do what?” he asks smiling knowingly but acting stupid.

“Put every man into gay panic”, you tell him making him laugh out loud.

“I’m cute no one can resist me”, he says cupping his face in his hands.

But his cute behavior was gone the moment the four of you enter the dark room of the club, his eyes turning dark once he had been set into the mood. This man will be the death of you one day you are sure of it. Heads turn your way while the four of you walk through the crowds of people to get to an empty table, mostly women starring at your boyfriends, forgetting completely about the men at their sides. The men are far too intimidated by the stares of Jimin walking in front of you and Seokjin and Jungkook walking on each side of you to actually take a good look at you. You grin to yourself; you had always found it quite attractive when your boyfriends acted protective over you.

“I’ll go get us some drinks”, Seokjin yells over the loud music pointing at the bottle bar once you had sat down at one of the tables. He rushes off, wallet already in his hand.

“The music is good in here”, Jimin says moving his head to the loud bass.

“Not really my cup of tea but once Seokjin brings the vodka and I am drunk enough I’m sure I’ll love it”, Jungkook says and despite his words he is nodding his head to the music.

Right at this moment Seokjin comes back with a big silver bucket filled with a bottle of vodka and different sodas to mix it with.

“The barman told me this is the best vodka here. I paid 260 swiss francs for it let’s hope he didn’t screw me over”, he tells you pouring each of you a glass.

There was one thing you had always hated about Seokjin and that is the way he mixes drinks. The moment you take the first sip of your vodka cola your whole body shutters at the taste.

“Fucking hell Seokjin that’s pure vodka”, you hiss scrunching up your nose.

“Listen babe I paid a lot of money for it so you are going to enjoy it”, he warns pouring down his drink in one go. He grimaces noticing that he indeed had mixed it far too strong but he is too proud to admit that.

Jungkook is the one who mixes the next round and as you so painfully realise he isn’t any better than Seokjin. So after two glasses you feel already drunk enough that for the time being you want nothing more than to dance it off again.

“I’ll go dance for a bit, you guys are shitty at mixing and if I don’t move I’ll throw up. Anyone wants to join me?” you announce struggling to stand up with your high heels on.

“I’ll join you”, Jungkook says catching you with his strong arms, so you wouldn’t tumble backwards onto the couch again.

You laugh pulling him out of the booth and dragging him onto the dance floor. It was stuffed, hot bodies pressing against each other. Once you and Jungkook had finally found a spot where the two of you could dance quite undisturbed, there is nothing stopping you anymore. You jump up and down to the music with raised arms. You close your eyes smiling brightly, singing the lyrics to the song which had just came on.

Suddenly two arms wrap around your body and you open your eyes meeting Jungkook smirking down at you. He presses you against his body grinding his crotch into your stomach. He leans down to whisper something into your ear.

“You look so hot whilst dancing”, he whispers before pressing one of his thighs between your legs. You gasp at the rough material of his jeans rubbing at your core, the thin lace doing little to lessen the friction.

“Ah Jungkook”, you moan when he forces your hips to move on his leg to the music.

“Quiet babe we don’t want the others to notice or do we?” he warns biting your earlobe. Your eyes fly shut, moans leaving your lips at the feeling of his lips tracing kisses all over your neck and his thigh muscles flexing underneath you.

“Shit Jungkook baby ah, stop people will notice”, you gasp when he presses you even tighter to his body, his erection now pressing into your stomach.

“Just keep moving babe, you feel so good, no one will notice”, he pants, too far gone into the feeling already.

“You two up for a person joining this little thing here?” a man in sweats and a Christmas sweater suddenly interrupts your dancing.

Jungkook looks up from your neck, pressing you even closer in reflex.

“Can’t you see tha-“, he starts but is interrupted by you kissing his ear to get his attention.

“Let him join baby, let’s make the others jealous”, you whisper to which you feel his dick twitch against your stomach. He nods giving his permission.

“Go ahead”, he invites the stranger who doesn’t need to be told twice.

He wraps his hands around you, resting them on Jungkooks waist and as soon as he wants to start grinding into your ass he is ripped away from your body.

“What the fuck?” he screams looking around for the idiot who just interrupted his actions.

“If I were you I would fuck off before it turns ugly for you”, Jimin growls starring at the taller man with such intensity he seems to shrink in height. Strong hands wrap around your wrist and soon you are dragged into the direction of the exit with Jungkook and Jimin closely following by.

“What the hell did you think you were doing in there?” Seokjin spits once he had dragged you out of the club and to the closest taxi.

“I wasn’t doing anything”, you insist but you can’t help the smirk creeping up your face. The alcohol surely does his job well, adding to your confidence.

“Into the taxi now”, he orders shoving you into the backseat next to Jimin.

It surprises you that none of them say something to the little escapade of you and Jungkook and soon you feel yourself grow worried. Did you go too far? You relationship was already on the brink of breaking, what if your little stunt actually had done the exact opposite than you had hoped for. What if they actually consider breaking up with you now?

Your worries soon come to a halt once you feel Jimins hand travel up and down your thigh. You look over to Jungkook, noticing that Jimin was doing the exact same to him as he was to you. His hand travels up further and further until it comes to a rest, mere millimeters away from your core. Your breath quickens starring between yours and Jungkooks crotch.

“Now be quiet we don’t want to bother the taxi driver”, Jimin whispers into your ear lightly biting your ear lope before his hand finally comes to rest on your core. You have to bite down on your tongue to stop the sigh from escaping your lips.

“You are both so ready for me already”, he says smirking at the way yours and Jungkooks hips snatch up simultaneously. He increases the pressure of his fingers against your core and you have to burry your face in his neck.

“Jimin pl-please stop”, you stutter scared that the driver would notice your indecency.

“Hyung plea- ah fuck”, Jungkook suddenly blurts out. Jimins hands had pressed down especially hard and whilst you were able to muffle your moan in Jimins neck Jungkook wasn’t as lucky.

The eyes of the taxi driver snap into your direction. He is starring at you through the rear view mirror disgust written all over his features.

“Oooh, wow I really love this song! What’s it called?” Seokjin saves the three of you turning the music louder and bombarding the taxi driver with questions.

To your dismay Jimin retreats his hands from your core after that, acting like he doesn’t notice both yours and Jungkooks whines. Seokjin pays the driver double once you arrive at the chalet, apologizing with a sorry smile on his face before slamming the door shut.

“No missy you are not dismissed for tonight, into my room now”, Jimin tells you pulling you back by your wrist. You had wanted to walk up to your room, frustrated that they had stopped their teasing.

You let him drag you with him, leaving your high heels somewhere scattered along the way to the room. Seokjin, who had been the last one to enter the bedroom, locks the door before pushing Jungkook onto the bed next to where Jimin had pushed you.

He crawls onto the younger man’s body sitting down on his crotch earning a groan from Jungkook.

“You were a very bad boy today Jungkook-ah”, he says grabbing him by his hair and pulling hard. Jungkook winces from the pain, his eyes fluttering shut. “You know how much I dislike my pets misbehaving like that”, he pulls even harder on Jungkooks hair and the younger one groans out a pained “sorry”.

“Look me in the eyes when apologizing pet”, Seokjin warns and despite the heaviness of his eyelids Jungkook manages to peel them open.

“I’m sorry master”, he chokes out, breathing out in relieve once Seokjin releases his hair from his grasp.

“Good boy”, Seokjin praises gently massaging Jungkooks aching roots. He leans down to capture Jungkooks lips into a rough kiss grinding down on Jungkooks crotch. The younger man whines with every move of Seokjins hips, his hand grasping at the black fabric of Seokjins turtleneck.

You had watched the whole scene unfold in front of grinding your hips involuntarily against nothing but air. You need to feel something press against your core soon or else you will go crazy.

“You like what you are seeing kitten?” Jimin whispers into your ear. His hot breath tickles your neck making a shiver run down your spine. You nod, suppressing a moan once his lips meet your neck. “You were such a bad little girl tonight dancing with this stranger right in front of us. I know you wanted us to see didn’t you?” he asks and once you don’t answer his bites the skin of your neck making you gasp, “answer me kitten.”

“Yes I want- wanted you to”, you stutter grasping at the bed sheets underneath you. Jimins fingers had travelled down to your core, now lightly teasing your folds. He chuckles once he feels the soaked material of your panties.

“Why did you want us to see? Mhm kitten, are three cocks not enough for you?” Jimin teases adding pressure to his touch. Your hips buck up at the sudden feeling and you gasp out loud.

“Because I wanted you to punish me”, you scream out looking into Jimins eyes. They flutter shut for a moment, before he finds his composure again now starring down at you with dark eyes.

“On my lap now kitten, head to Jungkook”, he orders pulling you up from where you were lying before and sitting down on the spot. He pats his lap and you soon follow his orders. You lie down on his thighs now facing Jungkook who was panting hard from whatever Seokjin was doing to him.

“Go on Jungkook look at Y/N see what happens when you make us jealous”, Seokjin orders the younger one forcing his head to look into your direction. “I want you to watch her face when Jimin spanks her beautiful little ass”, he whispers leaning down close to Jungkooks ear looking at you the whole time with hungry eyes.

The first blow comes as a surprise to you and you yell out from the sudden pain against your ass cheek. Jimin had pulled up your dress, when you were too occupied to stare between Jungkook and Seokjin, admiring the black lace for a few seconds before spanking you hard.

“Tell me kitten on a scale of one to ten how much did you enjoy your little escapade with Jungkook hm?” Jimin asks massaging the hot flesh with gentle fingers.

“Eight”, you try to get out before the second blow hits you.

“So you still have six to go kitten. Start counting now”, Jimins tells you before spanking you once again. Your eyes fall shut and you try to get the numbers out as loud as your heavy breathing allowed you to. You feel yourself grow wetter with every slap of Jimins hand against your ass cheeks, the rings on his fingers only adding to the pleasurable pain.

“Could you hear her right now Jungkook? Because I couldn’t”, Seokjins asks when you had choked out the last number sobbing too much to actually be able to speak. Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes are fixated on your teary eyes and his breathing is heavy.

“Eight! Eight! Fuck eight!” you blurt out once Jimin hands meet your ass once again, harder than before. Seokjin nods satisfied and soon you feel Jimin gently massage your burning skin.

“This will leave a pretty mark”, he chuckles starring down at the red hand print on your left ass cheek. “You did good kitten”, he praises making you smile. He helps you up on your knees so you are kneeling next to his sitting form. He rests his hand on the small of your back, smiling at you before pulling you down for a kiss. You melt into his kiss. It is the complete opposite of the rough treatment from his hands a few seconds ago, gentle and sweet and soon your ragged breathing relaxes. He pulls you back by your hair, once he had decided that it was enough, and you wince from the pain. “Don’t get too relaxed kitten, we are just getting started with the two of you”, he says and your breathing gets faster as soon as his words had left his lips.

“Now Jungkookie what are we going to do with you mhm?” Seokjin asks, gently combing through Jungkooks dark locks.

“I don’t know, anything please I need you to punish me”, he answers shaking his head. His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the soft touches of Seokjins fingers.

“I’ve got an idea”, Jimin says getting up and walking to his suitcase. The three of you watch him crouch down and digging through it for a few moments before finally pulling something out with a triumphant “aha.” He walks to the bed again putting a black satin box onto the bed sheets. He opens it and as soon as Jungkook spots the black butt plug his body starts to shake. He had always loved the feeling of it vibrating in his tight hole whilst Jimin sucks off his dick, but he knows what it meant tonight and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“Go on kitten get Jungkooks ass ready for my toy”, Jimins tells you smirking at the way Jungkooks adam’s apple pops up and down from swallowing so hard.

Jimins request takes you off-guard for a moment and your eyes jump from Jimins and Seokjins features. They are both smirking at you, waiting for you to spring into action.

“If that’s okay with you of course”, Seokjin adds and you have to smile at his words. You nod, of course it is okay with you, it is just that you felt nervous. It had been rare that any of the guys asked you to eat out their ass, so you were relatively new to this area.

“No it’s fine with me”, you tell them before crawling over to Jungkook. He watches your every move with big eyes, chest heaving up and down. “Is it okay with you too Jungkook-ah?” you ask him and he nods violently.

“Please babe I need your tongue”, he whines to which Seokjin pulls his hair back.

“You don’t beg her for anything, she is nothing more than another toy following our commands, is that clear pet?” he warns to which Jungkook nods as good as his aching roots allow him too. “Good boy, now what did you want from her?”

“Her tongue master, please I need her tongue”, he begs, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“Good boy”, Seokjin praises releasing Jungkooks hair before signaling you to move, “go on doll make his ass nice and ready for us”, he orders you and with that he is gone from Jungkooks body. Jungkook whines at the sudden loss of contact snapping his hips up searching for any sort of friction.

You crawl over to him, sitting down on his thighs resting your hands on his chest.

“Can I please strip him? I really want to see his body please masters” you ask Jimin and Seokjin to which they both nod.

Your fingers are shaking and unbuttoning his shirts takes you longer than you wanted it to. Once you have finally managed to open every single button Jungkook jumps into action, sitting up and ripping his shirt from his body before wrapping his arms around. He kisses you hard grinding you down against his crotch, hissing every time you core grinds over the most sensitive part of his constrained cock. You are rendered speechless for a moment, resting your forehead against his and just letting him grind you down against him.

“Don’t forget your role here pet”, Seokjin warns stopping Jungkook in his movements with his words.

“I’m sorry master”, he apologizes with his eyes pressed shut from trying so hard to control the urges to snap his hips up into you again.

“Go on kitten, you are not finished here”, Jimin encourages you and with shaking fingers you manage to open Jungkooks belt and zipper.

Jungkook raises his hips, so you are able to finally free him of his jeans and boxers, sighing loudly once his cock spring free from his pants. “Fuck yes finally”, he sighs closing his eyes for a moment before ripping them open again.

You had wrapped your mouth around his tip gently sucking on it, surprising him. He lets out a loud moan throwing his head back at the sudden pleasure. His right hand comes to rest on your head guiding you down further on his dick. You swallow hard once you can feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, making him grunt in pleasure.

“Wait, please go slow babe I’m sensiti-”, he groans choking on the last word when you grace his cock with your teeth, “fuck do that again holy shit”, he stutters. You repeat your action, Jungkooks hips thrusting into your mouth at the feeling. You move upwards again, not wanting to choke on his length now concentrating on his tip. You flick your tongue around his tip, sucking hard before working your way down his length tracing every single vein with the tip of your tongue. “It feels so good babe don’t stop doing that”, he moans tightening his grip around your hair. You suck his tip again, licking over his slit one last time and then you are gone from his dick.

“No please don’t babe I was so close”, he whines looking at you so miserably you nearly sink down on his dick once again. But you stay strong wiping your mouth clean from your spit.

“Turn around baby, get on all fours”, you tell him and he follows immediately. He rests on his elbows, ass up in the air and head pressed to the mattress just waiting for you to touch him again.

You look at him for a moment admiring the curve of his ass cheeks and his very impressive thigh muscles. You begin trailing kisses all over the small of his back slowly working your way down to his ass. You suck on his flesh first, a small gasp leaving Jungkooks lips once it starts to hurt. You release him admiring the purple spot on his perfect skin. “Are you ready Jungkook?” you ask him.

“Fuck yes please”, he groans already shaking from just your hands massaging his ass cheeks. You spread them open so it would be easier for you to dig in and then you are finally where Jungkook wanted you the most. “Shiiiiit”, he moans once he feels your wet muscles trace his entrance. You are gentle at first, kitten licking so he would get used to the feeling. It doesn’t take Jungkook long to beg for more grinding his ass back against your tongue. You hold him still, not wanting to be suffocated by him, before starting to fuck his hole with your tongue as good as possible.

“Ah fuck baby fuck yes”, he moans nearly ripping the bed sheets apart from grabbing them so tightly, “Please fuck me with your fingers baby”, he begs catching you off-guard. You look to Seokjin and Jimin for permission.

“Go on doll do what Jungkook asked you for”, Seokjin encourages you and quiet “thank you” leaves Jungkooks lips upon hearing Seokjins words.

You wet one of your fingers with your spit, so it would slip in easier, and start slightly pushing against the ring of muscles. Jungkook breaths in hard, trying to relax his racing heartbeat, “go on baby”, he encourages and upon hearing his words you push hard against his hole, your finger slipping right into it. Jungkook winces in pain, the new sensation burning. You attached your mouth to his entrance once again, licking and sucking until Jungkook has relaxed enough that you were able to thrust your finger in and out of him. You add another one soon after, curling them so you would hit his prostate with every thrust of your fingers. He was a moaning mess underneath you at this point, his thighs shaking and precum dripping down on the sheets ruining them.

“I-I’m so cl-close”, he stutters bucking his hips back to meet your every thrust.

“Stop your movements kitten”, Jimin suddenly tells you. You don’t listen at first, too caught up with making Jungkook cum, until a tight grip around your wrist makes you stop in your movements. “I said stop your movements”, Jimin warns pulling your hand away from Jungkooks ass.

“No please don’t, please let me cum”, Jungkook sobs shaking violently from having been stolen from his high. He was aching, he wanted nothing more than to feel full again, to feel anything at all.

“Patience babyboy you’ll get your reward soon”, Jimin calms the younger man gently stroking the skin of his back.

Seokjin is suddenly standing in front of you with the butt plug in his hands and lopsided smile on his face. “Open up doll”, he orders and you follow opening your mouth wide. He presses the toy to your tongue, “go on get it all nice and wet for Jungkooks ass”, he tells you and you suck on it hard holding eye contact with him the whole time. He watches you suck the toy for a few moments, imagining how your lips would feel around his dick before finally removing it from your lips. “Good girl”, he praises and you smile.

“Now Jungkook-ah are you ready for your toy?” he asks attention turned to Jungkook.

“Yes”, he answers holding his breath for what was to come. He wanted it so bad.

Seokjin is gentle, tracing the cold toy over the ring of muscles before gently pressing it down. Jimin traces circles across Jungkooks back calming him down.

“It’s okay babyboy breathe��, he reassures him and on Jimins words Seokjin presses the toy against Jungkooks hole until it slips right in. Jungkook whines, the toy is much thicker than your fingers and it burns at first.

“You took it so well Jungkookie”, Seokjin praises him before pressing a button and the toy springs into action.

“Yes oh my god yes, higher please master turn it on higher”, he groans grabbing onto Jimins arm which had rested next to his face.

“We rewarded you far too much already Jungkookie, it stays on this setting until we say so otherwise. Now kneel up and put your hands on your thighs”, Seokjin tells him. Jungkook sits up as good as his weak limbs allow him to. He looks fucked, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes glazed over by un-fallen tears.

“And don’t you dare touch yourself. We will tell you when you are allowed touch yourself babyboy. Now for the time being you have to watch Y/N get fucked by the two of us”, Jimin explains earning a whimper from both you and Jungkook.

“Would you like that doll?” Seokjin asks hovering over you all of a sudden. You swallow hard nodding. “Good girl, now undress for me”, he tells you opening the zipper of your dress for you. With his help you are able to easily slip out of your dress. “Sit”, he says pointing to his lap and you follow. The moment you are sat on his lap he kisses you hard, his tongue dancing with yours and his teeth grazing over your lips ever so often. He unzips your bra, throwing it onto the ground once you had removed it from your chest. His hands cup both of your breasts immediately, his mouth working its way down from your neck to your chest.

“You are beautiful little one”, he says looking at your exposed chest before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You gasp out at the feeling grabbing at his shoulders. He groans in agreement, biting down hard and you cry out.

“Shit Seokjin don’t stop!” you moan grinding down your aching core against his clothed erection. He soon traces kisses over your chest. A stinging pain runs through your chest and you hiss closing your eyes. “It feel so good master”, you moan concentrating on the feeling of his lips leaving bruises all over your chest. His fingers start traveling from your chest down to your core, teasing it over the lace material.

“Wow Jimin-ah she is already so wet for us”, he chuckles, ripping the panties from your body to finally press his finger against your clit. Your skin burns where the lace had dug into, but soon the hot touch of his fingers takes over your senses. You buck against his touch burying your face in his neck biting down on your lip to stop the scream threatening to escape your throat. “I don’t think she needs any more foreplay. Hm doll? Do you think you are ready to get fucked by Jimins cock?” he asks adding pressure to his touch. You nod, your breath catching in your throat.

“Good girl, get on your knees”, Jimin tells you watching you crawl from Seokjins lap. He had stripped himself of his clothes while you were preoccupied with Seokjins touch, now lazily stroking his hardened cock. As soon as you are gone from Seokjins lap he starts undressing as well, throwing his ruined suit pants onto the floor next to your dress, his other clothes soon following after.

“Are you ready kitten?” Jimin whispers, leaning his body over you, so his chest was pressing against your back. You nod bucking your hips back against his crotch, his dick grazing over your entrance. He stops your movements with one press against the small of your back with the flat of his hand. He teases your entrance for a few seconds, stroking the head of his head through your folds until you can’t take it any longer.

“Please fuck me master please”, you beg pressing your eyes shut. Jimin slams into you after that, the sudden stretch burning. Despite his first rough thrust, his movements are slow after that. He lets you get accustomed to his length and soon the burn turns into pleasure. “Faster please”, you beg trying to get more friction by grinding down your hips against Jimins crotch.

“You are such a greedy little slut kitten, grinding down on my cock like your life depends on it”, Jimin chuckles. He grabs your hips, his fingers digging painfully into your skin before increasing the speed of his thrust. You throw your head back, moaning loudly and your eyes falling.

“Look at me doll”, Seokjin suddenly says averting your attention to him. He is kneeling in front of you, stroking his big length. He grabs your chin with his free hand and guides your head to his cock tracing his head over your closed lips. “Open up”, he tells you and you open your mouth waiting for his cock to finally touch your tongue. He is slow at first, letting you get used to the sensation at your own pace. You circle your tongue on the underside of his cock tracing the big vein running from the base to his tip. “Don’t be shy take it in”, he tells you pulling your mouth onto his cock. You gag at first once his tip hits the back of your neck, but Seokjin doesn’t let go of you enjoying the way you struggle for air.

He starts thrusting into your mouth holding you by the back of your head, so you wouldn’t be able to back off. “You look so pretty right now”, he tells you watching a tear fall down your cheek. He has to look away or else he would lose his composure. Instead he concentrates on your lips wrapping around his length, a deep grunt rattling through his chest.

The sudden increase of Jimins hips calls your attention back to him. He had moved the angle of his thrusts, so they would hit your g-spot with every snap of his hips. The scream of pleasure gets muffled by Seokjins cock stuffed down your throat.

“You are clenching so much kitten fuck you are so tight”, Jimin groans throwing his head back digging his nails into your hips. “Cum for me kitten let me feel you”, he tells you moving one of his hands to your core to rub circles on your aching clit. You are crying at this point, breathing heavily through your nose and moaning around Seokjins cock.

“That’s it doll just like that”, Seokjin groans increasing the speed of his thrusts. You are so close, your head is spinning and your abdominal muscles are clenching so hard it hurts. Jimin thrust up into you one last time and then the hot pleasure shoots through you. Your eyes roll back into your head, the image bringing Seokjin over the edge as well, his hot cum coating the back of your throat. Jimin soon follows after you with a loud groan, your clenching walls driving him over the edge.

“You did so good”, Seokjin praises removing his softening cock from your mouth. You swallow his cum before breathing in hard, your lungs finally filling with enough oxygen. He wipes away the fallen tears from your cheeks gently stroking your burning skin. You smile weakly falling forward once Jimins grab around your hips loosens, your arms giving in underneath you.

“Is it my turn now?” Jungkook asks, his voice weak from the exhaustion of not being able to touch himself the whole time.

“Lick her clean first”, Jimin tells him, tracing his hand over your shaking legs. You whine, despite your high just a few seconds ago you wanted more again.

Jungkook follows crawling from where he had been kneeling before to between your legs. Seokjin and Jimin both lay down at Jungkooks previous spot, stroking their softened dicks, already growing hard again. Jungkook goes straight in without a warning, his patience long gone. He wanted to cum and if it meant making you cum with his tongue he would do it as fast as possible. You throw your head back into the pillows groaning from the overstimulation. You are still sensitive and the rough treatment of his tongue against your clit hurts. You pull him back his hair.

“Please go slow Jungkook I’m still sensitive”, you whine.

“I’m sorry pumpkin”, he apologizes. He starts to lick you, soft strokes of his tongue teasing your entrance and soon you feel yourself relax into his touch. He moans once he gets the first taste of Jimins cum, licking it from your entrance, loud slurping noises ringing through the room. Normally you would have felt embarrassed about the sounds, but his touch was too good to feel ashamed. His right hand comes resting next to your clit, his index and middle fingers starting to trace gentle circles on the bundle of nerves.

“Ah Kookie, it feels so good”, you groan, already feeling your high built up in your stomach once again. He starts fucking you with tongue, groans of approval leaving his chest and vibrating through your core “Yes don’t stop baby I’m so close”, you moan already readying yourself for your high.

“Stop your movements pet”, Seokjin stops Jungkook and suddenly he is gone from your core and you are left whining and writhing underneath him. You look over to Seokjin and Jimin, they are stroking their cocks both of them already hard again. You try to get them to let you cum looking at them with trembling lips, but their faces stay frozen.

“Please master I was such a good boy, can I please cum now”, Jungkook begs folding his hands in front of his chest. He is a mess, the toy in his ass did nothing more than make him want to feel full.

“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely babyboy”, Jimin allows him taking pity at Jungkooks miserable state, “go on fuck Y/Ns tight little pussy”, he urges him on with a flick of his wrist and as soon as the words leave Jimins lips Jungkook is between your legs. He spreads them open starring at your core his cock twitching at the sight in front of him.

“Can I?” he asks taking his dick into his hands and guiding it to your entrance. He waits for your consent looking deeply into your eyes. You nod urging him on by pressing your feet against his ass. You are so wet he slips right into you making him groan loud at the sudden feeling.

“You are so we-wet”, he stutters staying still for a few moments, taking deep breaths or else he would have cum immediately. Once he feels in control enough he starts to move, thrusting in and out of slowly. You watch him, your eyes fixated on his heaving chest. You reach out to take one of his nipples between your fingers. He groans at the feeling of you rolling his sensitive bud between your thumb and index finger. “Don’t stop please”, he moans increasing the speed of his hips.

“Don’t cum already Jungkook-ah I have a treat for you”, Jimin suddenly says wrapping his arms around the younger mans waist. He stops, breathing hard, his eyebrows furrowed from concentrating on not cumming. Jimin removes the toy from Jungkooks ass, making him whine at the sudden loss of feeling. “Are you ready?” Jimin asks teasing his entrance with the dip of his lubed-up dick. Jungkook nods holding his breath. You watch him, still playing with his nipples and when Jimin finally slips into Jungkooks the pleasure on Jungkook face is like nothing you have ever seen before. His eyes roll back into his skull and his mouth snaps open high pitches moans leaving his lips. The snap of Jimins hips is rough, forcing Jungkook to thrust into your with every snap of his hips. You moan, the angle perfect to graze over your clit every time Jungkook shakes above you.

“You are such a good little boy, so tight for daddies cock”, Jimin groans increasing the intensity of his thrusts. Everything gets too much for Jungkook, your warm walls clenching around his aching cock, your fingers playing with his sensitive nipples and Jimins cock hitting his prostate over and over again. He cums with a loud scream falling onto his elbows from the intensity of it. He is shaking violently, his hot seed coating your walls. But Jimin doesn’t let go of him, his hips never stopping their relentless pace.

“Ah fuck”, Jungkook whines hiding his head in your neck. He grabs your hand clutching it tightly like his life depended on it. You try to sooth him, gently stroking through his hair. “It’s too much”, he sobs hot tears falling onto your neck, “please Jimin please.” The overstimulation was too much for him but still he didn’t want it to end. He clenches around Jimins cock, the older one groaning at the sensation until his thrusts become irregular and he finally cums with a loud groan of Jungkooks name.

Jimin falls back pulling Jungkook with him and embracing him in his arms and as soon as the feeling of Jungkook buried inside of you is gone you realise how much you are actually aching for release.

“Please I need to cum”, you whine, your fingers trailing down to your clit involuntarily. As soon as they start rubbing circles they are slapped away. You open your eyes, Seokjin was starring down at you with lustful eyes.

“Turn around”, he tells you and you follow. He pulls your hips into the air, pressing your face against the mattress with his other hand. He is quick to act, thrusting into you without giving you any time to adjust. He knows you are ready for it. You scream grabbing the bed sheets for support. He was so much thicker than both Jungkook and Jimin and despite Jungkooks cum lubricating you his first few thrusts hurt so good. “That’s it scream for me slut”, he says earning another scream of pleasure once he tangles his hand in your hair and pulls hard.

“Shit master ah fuck me harder please”, you yell. Your neck was hurting from having been pushed into the mattress and your scalp was burning from Seokjins rough treatment.

“Such a greedy little slut, taking my cock so well”, he grunts struggling to get the words out of his mouth. You were clenching hard around him and every snap of his hips was bringing him closer to his release. He increases the speed, easing you into your well-deserved high. It feels so good, the angle of his thrust and the length of his cock are perfect for hitting your a-spot over and over again and soon enough you are shaking underneath him, his name rolling off your tongue over and over again.

“That’s it doll fuck”, he moans cumming hard once he hears his name fall from your lips. It takes you a good twenty second to come down from the intensity of your high, your body falling limb in Seokjins arms. He holds you tight to his chest falling onto his back and pulling you with him so you were now lying on top of him.

“That was amazing”, you groan laughing tiredly.

“Yeah”, Seokjin whispers kissing the crown of your head, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you”, he apologizes, his dominate nature gone once his mind clears. He cuddles you tightly to his chest stroking your back soothingly.

“Don’t apologize it was amazing”, you reassure him kissing his naked chest.

“It really was”, Jungkook answers tiredly. Jimin had been stroking through his hair the whole time, peppering his face with kisses.

“You were such good little sluts I am so proud of you”, he praises both you and Jungkook to which you both smile. “You deserve to sleep now”, he whispers kissing Jungkooks nose. Jungkook snuggles closer to Jimin humming contently.

“Good night little one”, Seokjin whispers kissing your head once again and soon you were drifting off to sleep.

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Threats. (XIUMIN VAMPIRE AU.) 1/2

Hello dears! I have found this gem from my AFF account, so I hope you will enjoy it!

!WARNING!: Contains mention of rape, bullying and drugs. If this is uncomfortable for you to read, please refrain from doing so when the party scene starts!

With a shaky hand, you threw in another quarter. Your other one held up the local newspaper with the numerous ads circled with a red marker. Most of them were by now crossed out with a black pen.

"Hello?"

"Oh, h-hello, my name is ___?" your voice spoke with insecurity as you hoped your best you wouldn't cry. You were a college student, and college students do not cry, dammit!

"I'm sorry for bothering you, but I saw your ad in the paper about you renting a room?"

"Oh, oh dear, I'm sorry, but we already rented it out." you fell silent for a second, eyes closing tight to prevent the tears from leaking. This was a bad dream. This wasn't happening.

You came into this town to study at its local college. It was a very good one that you got full scholarship to and so you took the chance, not caring how far it was from your home, your parents, the things you knew and loved. You tried your best to be optimistic about it- smiling widely when saying your goodbye to your parents, promising them that you'll take care of yourself and that you won't do anything stupid and that if there was any problem, you would call them straight away. You broke that promise when your dorm suddenly rejected you, leaving you on the street with one feeble suitcase of clothing and misty eyes. It wasn't supposed to be that way. You were supposed to have an awesome roommate and have a great time at the dorm, not this crap. Not because apparently a daughter of one of the biggest sponsors of the school decided she wanted a room just for herself and that way she shut you out. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair a single bit.

"Darling?" the voice of the elderly lady snapped you from your thoughts and you barely bit back the sob that threatened to escape your lips.

"O-oh, I'm sorry, I just...got lost in thoughts. Thank you anyways."

"You're welcome, love. Good luck on room hunting." you choked a broken thank you before letting the old lady hang up first. You took out part of your anger on the phone booth, slamming down the speaker as hard as your shaky hand could. With no hotels in the proximity of the town, you were doomed to go through the night on the streets and there was no way you wanted to experience that.

Fuck this. Seriously fuck this shit.

A voice cleared itself behind you, making you jump.

"I apologize for eavesdropping...but are you okay?" you turned around to look at the man who just struck up a conversation with you. He almost looked younger than you, with his round baby face (which still mysteriously was able to sport sharp jawlines), big brown eyes and a small, gentle smile. His hair was spiked up and he was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt, an attire so simple it was attractive. You realized how horrible you must look and so you hastily wiped at your tears.

"Ah, well, um...I guess not really?" you forced a small chuckle out of you after the stranger‘s sympathetic smile.

"I just started out college here, and this is my first day here, and for some reason, I was kicked out of the dorm." your voice started shaking and he cocked his head to the side, listening intently.

"And I'm not from around here and so I have virtually nowhere to go...I tried to find some room for rent, where I could stay, but all of the ads are either too expensive or are already taken." you waved your hand over to the side where you left the newspaper.

"And I almost called all of the numbers by now, so I am seriously... Lost?" you couldn't prevent the last sob from tearing from your throat and there was a lot more where it came from. You were seriously tired- exhausted from the long trip, furious at the school, scared because of the rich girl who literally chased you out of your own dorm room and just about 300% done with life.

"Hey, don't cry. Come on, it's really not cool for a pretty girl like you to cry." the stranger tried to calm you down, rubbing your shoulder with care. Your bawls lessened to hiccups after a while of the man's soothing words and your own set of breathing exercises.

"My name is Minseok." he introduced himself after your cries died down and he was able to pull you into the closest Starbucks, ordering you coffee. You nodded in acknowledgement, sipping in your drink.

"I'm ___. Nice to meet you, Minseok-ssi." his hand reached out from across the table- hardened, pale hand you noted as you shook it firmly.

"I'm really sorry that you had to have such a crappy day at college. If it calms you, though, when it was my first day of school, not that I came late- as I was rushing to class, I accidentally bumped into my teacher and he fell. I didn't realize it was him only until after he came into the classroom. Made my class hell for me." at the visual imagination you chuckled. It also made you think how old Minseok is, when he already got through college- he looked no older than you.

You also noticed how people acted to you once they saw you with Minseok- normally you would have to elbow your way through the crowd while when with Minseok, they naturally moved away. The Barista also moved faster when he ordered the coffee you wanted. Minseok had a natural air of superiority around him, you noticed that now.

"I can help you out, you know." he told you suddenly as you sipped on your drink, making yourself burn on your coffee.

"What? You can?" you asked once you cleared your mouth of the hot coffee. Minseok nodded, taking a sip from his own drink.

"I saw you look for a room earlier today, and I happen to have a room empty." he paused, smiling and tapping the newspaper between you. He tapped the number that you were about to dial.

"I actually put an ad in the papers." you couldn't believe you ears. This man was looking for someone to rent out a room for?

"If you'd like, I can show you the place." Your mom did warn you about not going with attractive looking boys to their homes, but you had no choice- you were practically homeless, with your suitcase by your feet and hundreds of miles away from home. Minseok was the only person who actually answered to your inquiry about a room rental.

A smile graced your lips as you swallowed your coffee.

„I would love to.“

The ride in Minseok’s car was a quick one- he had a very pretty car for being someone as young as he is. The question just how old Minseok is was burning in the back of your throat, but you decided to not ask, just trying to map out the neighborhood Minseok turned into. You were pretty sure you still weren’t at Minseok’s place, because it was full out beautiful old houses, looking out of this league. You felt as if you teleported back sixty years, back to the age of white-picket fences and many story buildings and big back yards and then Minseok pulled into one of the largest one around. The big white house had three floors, with large windows and a beautiful sun porch where you could already picture yourself eating breakfast in the morning or study in the afternoon and oh my god, you never knew you could fall in love with a building, but you just did.

Your love was a tragic one, though, because with the size of the house, you were sure you would never be able to afford even the attic corner. It was too far out of your price range.

In your daze, you never noticed Minseok coming out of the car and going over to your side, opening your door and reaching out for you. You thanked him with a nodding of your head and came out, eyes still stuck to the beautiful house.

“As you can see, the house’s kind of big for only one person.“ Minseok explained, scratching the back of his head nervously. It was almost cute.

“You’re the only one who lives here?“ which automatically meant he is the one paying for everything. He really must have rich parents, or else what kind of job does this kid have? Minseok hummed as an affirmation, locking the car and stuffing the keys in his pants.

“I lived with five other guys, but they found...girlfriends and they moved in with them.“

“So they abandoned you?“ you asked with a false shock and Minseok chuckled.

“You can say that. So...would you like to see the inside?“ he took the suitcase from your hand so you wouldn’t have to lug it around and headed out first, looking back at you with that most charming smile of his that made your stomach flutter with pretty feelings. Pretty quickly, you were aware that soon enough you wouldn‘t want to take to room because you had to, but because it meant you would be living with him.

The house was magnificent. When you first walked through the door, you found yourself in a big hallway with a large staircase on the right side, going upstairs. There was a room on the left- living room, Minseok informed you as you peeked in at the large leather couch in front of the TV, few bookcases filled with books and another door leading to what it looked like a kitchen.

"There's a living room, kitchen and a bathroom downstairs." Minseok informed you, pointing in the general direction of said rooms.

"The bedrooms are upstairs." and with an extended hand, he invited you to look there as well. You smiled at him, reaching down to take off your shoes.

"Oh, you don’t have to." Minseok stopped you.

"The floor is too cold to be walking around barefoot." he told you, taking the heavy backpack off you and setting it gently on the first step of the stairs. You thanked him, beginning your ascend up the old wooden steps which creaked at every movement. You were taken aback at the fact that Minseok didn't make any noise while going up, following you silently like your own shadow. Upstairs, there was a long hall with doors on either side. You quickly counted them in your head and came to the number 5.

"There are four bedrooms and one bathroom, for which I apologize." Minseok said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

"It is an old house, after all." you followed Minseok down the hall to the biggest door at the end of the hall.

"This is my room. If you'll ever need anything, I’ll most probably be here." he chuckled under his breath.

"I love my sleep." you smiled at his comment catching his look for a short second before breaking eye-contact. There was something about Minseok that had you blushing as a little schoolgirl, yet you couldn't quite grasp what it was, or why. Minseok was moving again, away from his room and to the next door.

"This will be your room." the wooden door opened and your jaw fell. The room was enormous, a lot bigger than the dorm room you were supposed to live in. The center of the room was the big wooden bed with white sheets and billowy pillows. The room wasn't richly decorated. The only furniture in the room was the chest of drawers, a wardrobe, the bed and a desk in front of the window with a chair and a small lamp.

"I know it's not much..." Minseok said from behind you and you turned to look at him, mouth agape.

"Are you kidding me? It's beautiful." and too expensive, you already saw. The furniture was antique, there's no way you can save up enough money to rent out the room for a month, let alone long enough for your dorm problems to be settled.

"It's really perfect, but...there is no way I can afford this, Minseok. I...I think I’ll just wait it out before my dorm room will be solved." Minseok's eyes were understanding yet a little bit...disappointed.

"What's the name of the girl you have a problem with?" you racked your mind for a bit, trying to come up the name that harassed you.

"Choi Sunkyu." it finally came to you and the second the words left you mind, Minseok's eyes hardened.

"That won't be settled, ___-yah." the way he said it, the icy tone of his voice made the polite smile on your face die.

"W-why?"

"You won't get your dorm room back. I know that girl, and sometimes, she just goes out her way to make someone’s day crappy. Unfortunately, that someone was you.“ he shot you a small, sad smile, because he knew how you must’ve felt. It’s your first day, and you’ve already made enemies.

„How much do you have?“ he asked you gently, resting against the doorframe.

„Not enough for this place, that’s for sure.” you smiled wryly at him, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Just tell me.”

“I have a thousand on my hand right now…” you went through the money in your mind, almost exactly picturing the way your mother gave them to you, just in case.

“I wanted to rent the room out for 350 a month.” Minseok smiled at you.

“But if that’s a big problem for you, I can knock it down, just until you’ll find the money.” you couldn’t help but to stare at him, wide eyed and mouth slightly opened.

“Would you do that for me?” he only nodded, the smile still in place.

“Why?”

“Well…” Minseok thought about his answer, and until he grinned.

“Let’s just say I’m a sucker for damsels in distress.” -

Your stay at the house was both a pleasure and a pain. It was a little bit of a pain to walk back to the house from school, with the backpack on your back. But the second you came back to the house, the feeling of home washed over you. All the stress, all the nervous feeling fell away. And Minseok...was Minseok. He was supportive, always bringing you food and refreshments when you have a cram session, helping when you cook and throw you a controller when you're bored and he's in the middle of playing PlayStation, switching into multiplayer mode. You found your first friend in Minseok, and he was slowly growing into something more. It was hard not to think about him in a different way when you almost always caught him getting out of shower, with a white fluffy towel wrapped around his lean waist and hair ruffled by the water. You also once barged in on him getting dressed, when you accidentally set the stove on fire and you couldn't find the fire extinguisher.

He was literally your savior, because if it wasn’t for him, you had no idea where you would end up. You probably would’ve stayed the night somewhere outside, and you might have gotten mugged, or worse. You would’ve left your school to go back home and probably decide to never do something adventurous again. But not with Minseok here, who always greeted you with a warm smile that had tingles go through your whole body and dinner that had your mouth watering. It wasn’t very unnatural for you to dream of him, dreaming of him embracing you, smiling that same warm smile he usually did a second before he leaned down and kissed you, making your stomach bloom with butterflies and beautiful feelings.

There were also other things that changed once you moved in with Minseok, and that was how people treated you. When you first came in, you were a nobody- nobody cared if you fell and your books scattered across the hallway. Nobody cared if you needed help, nobody looked at you more than once. But when the word slowly spread out that the foreign girl moved in with him (they always called Minseok that, with emphasis, and you had no idea why), everyone started noticing you more. By this time, you were already used to the shocked glances and tiny whispers as you walked past students, and you were slowly getting used to glares that were sent at you from Sunkyu, the girl who kicked you out of the dorm.

She enjoyed following you around school, watching you do your daily routine, sometimes even visiting you at your work to make it a bit harder for you, but nothing deliberately aggressive against you. You never would’ve believed she would do anything more than spill coffee that you were bringing her and so each time that happened, you just bit your tongue and smiled, offering to bring her a new one.

You needed to get through the last two hours of your shift, so you can go home and prepare. One of your friends has invited you to the frat party happening tonight, and even though you enjoyed nights spent with Minseok, you thought a little break of routine would do you good.

Only two more hours, ___.

And then, you’re off to the party.

The music was booming through the full rooms of the frat house, and it took you only a while to realize that you probably shouldn't have gone there. After you peeled of yet another hand that slipped somewhere it shouldn't be, you decided to go seek refuge in the kitchen, where all the people seemed sober. You moved past all the grinding couples, dodging a pair pressed up against the wall and pushing a football captain out of the way, before finally finding yourself near all the stored red cups and most of the unopened drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Seeing that none were open at that time, you pulled out a new, large cola and slipped a cup from the pile for yourself.

"Here, let me help." A slightly familiar voice told you as an arm reached for the bottle, opening it almost effortlessly. As you looked around, you almost cried out in relief at the dimpled smile and eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Joon! So I found you, after all!" You yelled over the music, leaning in closer so your classmate could hear you. The guy just chuckled, pouring you a cup and handing it over, using it as an excuse to step closer to you.

"I think you are mistaken, ___-ah. It was I who found you." You looked at him with a slightly concerned look.

"Were you drinking, Joon? That was the most poetic thing you have ever told me." You grinned when a flicker of hurt passed his face.

"Can't a guy sound gallant around here without being accused of drinking? God." You exploded in laughter when Joon picked up a full shot glass with a completely serious look and downed it in one go. When he saw you laughing, his facade fell through, though and he joined you in laughing.

"How long have you been here?" He asked, pulling himself a cup as well, before pouring in some cola.

"Just for a couple of minutes. I don't think I'll stay long, though." You tried to ignore the look of a kicked puppy when you told him that and you looked at the slightly familiar girl who is going to literature with you instead. It baffled you how alcohol can change a person, when you saw the shyest girl in the class give the already mentioned football player a lap dance.

"You have to be kidding me! You can't leave just now! The party just started, and I'm pretty sure I could be able to get a lap dance from you until the night is over." The drawl was attractive, just as his small smirk when he leaned in a lot closer, down to your face, but you twitched away. Yes, Joon was a pretty hot guy. But he was no Minseok.

"Sorry about that, Joon. I don't think you'll be getting a lap dance from me, but I'm pretty sure that foreign girl- Miranda was it? Would be delighted to." You snickered at Joon's sigh, as he shook his head and took another sip from the glass.

"Okay, though. But promise me that before you leave, you'll come say bye." You laughed at his statement, looking at him a bit incredulously.

"There is a one in a billion chance I'll find you in this mess, you know that, right?" Joon groaned, re-filling both yours and his cup.

"Alright then, I'll be waiting for you in the hallway upstairs. Almost no one is up there, so it won't be that hard to find it. Deal?" He stuck his hand out to you and with a small grin, you shook it.

"It's a gentleman's agreement, ___, that means if you break it, you lose your entire honor. Understand?" You controlled the grin that was coming onto your face, and you shook his hand seriously.

"A gentleman's agreement!" You called out loudly and Joon only twirled an imaginary mustache at you with a look of pride before he disappeared in the ocean of swaying bodies.

You sighed, leaning against the counter and staring down at your cup, wondering if you should pour yourself a little bit of vodka in there as well. You finished off your nonalcoholic drink and threw the cup in the trashcan effortlessly before leaning your head back against the cabinets and closing your eyes.

If you leave now, you wouldn't even have to call a cab. Busses would still be going, and you would be home in less than half an hour. Back home...back with Minseok, who looked so concerned over you when you told him where you were going. You smiled at the memory of his small frown and the slight pout, as he followed you around the house as you prepared, making sure to stop you before you walked out of the house, telling You to not drink anything they would offer you and only drink non-alcohol, because parties like that would have dangerous booze. You laughed at his almost mother-like nature and you only nodded, just to calm him down.

"I mean it, ___. Be careful. These parties can be beastly." His eyes flashed with something, something like longing? You couldn't quite put your finger on it because you were already being honked at by your cab and you had to rush out, briefly hugging Minseok. You sighed. Who were you kidding? It wasn't like this distraction was really going to help you much. Evidenced by the fact that even with the draw of the several multicolored bottles of alcohol lining the breakfast bar, all you wanted to do was go home and spend time with Minseok.

Pushing off the counter, you decided. Maybe you'd just take a bottle home with you and enjoy it there.

Now to find Joon... You battled through the horde of dancing and grinding couples in the living room, trying to get into as least contact as you could with anybody there. You went through the living room barely unscathed, as you got up the stairs.

Joon was supposed to be waiting for you here, but the hallway was deserted. With a slight blush and a look of disgust, you walked past closed door with moans and screams and bangs coming from behind them, and you continued your search for you classmate.

"___!" You jumped slightly as you heard Joon calling for you. You turned around to look at his grinning face appearing from some door and before you could smile back, he was urging you over, calling you inside.

You chuckled, shaking your head and following him to the room.

The door slammed shut.

And the lock clicked.

"Uhh... I was just leaving..." you muttered, trying not to pay attention to the thread of panic that hit you.

"Really..?" he slurred.

"But why..? We haven't even had any fun yet..."

"And you the main event hasn't started yet." A confident, painfully familiar voice came from the bathroom and your heart started beating at a crazy pace when your most feared nemesis came out from the bathroom, holding something what looked very close to a syringe.

And before you even had the chance to think about bailing, two strong arms wound around you from behind, trapping you in a tight grip.

"You know, I was supposed to be the one with Minseok." Sunkyu sighed blissfully, almost as if you weren't screaming your heart out for help and trashing in Joon's arms.

"The money, the face, the body...the reputation..." she sighed, plopping down on the bed you were being currently tied to, and she pursed her lips in thought.

"Only I'm good enough for Minseok. I only needed to be with him for five minutes, and he'd know." When you were finally gagged, she turned to shoot you a sly smile.

"I suck cock like no other." The sweet look then wore off and was replaced by something more... sinister.

"But then you decided to butt in, just like you did back at the dorm. Haven't you learnt a lesson, you stupid bitch?" She slapped you across the face, the impact flinging your head to the side.

"This time, I'll make sure you'll understand. Joon. Give me her arm." You tried to fight, but in your position it was futile. And Joon was too strong. You cried out against the gag, eyes pleading with him.

Please! No, please!

You tried to fight the tears stinging in your eyes but the way she'd slapped you made it hard. When your arm was finally presented to her, her malicious grin made your blood curl.

"Let's see if he still likes you after this..."

People say that when a stressful situation happens to you, that bad type of stressful, life slows down.

Yet when Sunkyu pulled out the syringe with the gooey red liquid and stuck it in your arm with scary precision, it all happened in a flash. She pressed down, and the liquid was injected into your body, making you scream.

It burned. It burned like nothing you have ever experienced before. As if your veins were full of mosquito bites and you couldn't do anything with the itch. You screamed against the gag again, trashing on the bed in wild attempts to free yourself.

"Should I fuck her?" Someone's, maybe Joon's voice was woozy, and your whole world shifted, lost its form as it melted into nothing and then formed itself again.

"No. Take her home. Let's see what Minseok has to say to that." Her voice commanded and you could faintly see her turn her back on you before unlocking the door and leaving you alone with him.

"As much as I'd like to fuck you senseless..." you felt your hands being untied and you heard his words, yet you couldn't understand them. Everything was so...weird.

What kind of drug did they give you?

"I have orders. But she didn't say anything about bashing your face if you ruin my car, so if you puke in there, I'll break your nose." Joon seethed in your ear as he got out of the frat house by the back door, back to his car, where he threw you in the passenger seat.

You couldn’t say a word, you had trouble to breathe normally. It was painful, to watch the blur of the town speed past you when Joon drove away from the party, away from the music and lights and into the darkness of the neighborhood.

“Where…” your voice sounded weird, sounded as if you were talking underwater and it was hard to keep your head up, as you kept banging it against the window.

“Shut up.” Joon cut off your stuttered questions, turning on the music and turning it up. You head pounded with the music and you whined softly, trying to cover your ears.

You weren’t sure if luckily or unfortunately, the car screeched to a stop, and the door you were leaning against was being opened and you were being shoved out onto the cold pavement. Without a word, Joon slammed the door behind you and he sped away, leaving you on the ground alone, in the dark town. You felt you were burning up, sweating, you felt you were having a fever, and you couldn’t help but to grow desperate.

Where were you? Oh my god, what’s going to happen to you?

With a whimper and sobs, you tried your best to lift your head shakily to look around your surroundings. The big white house in front of you looked fairly familiar, and you hoped that someone was home. You needed help and you hoped that someone in that house would aid you.

Your legs felt too weak to stand on them, and you chose to crawl, your limbs shaking heavily under your weight. Each little tug closer made your tears brim more, until they spilled over and you started crying, little gasps and sobs coming from your mouth. The house was nearing, you were already by the front steps, and your head spun heavily as you dropped it against the wood, banging it quite hard.

You couldn’t go further. You just couldn’t.

“Someone…” you called out, but your voice was too quiet.

“Please…help…” you wanted to bang your fists against the wood, but your hands felt dead.

Oh my god, were you going to die?

“P..Please, someone…Help…HELP!” finally, your voice screeched louder than the average whisper, and you heard someone in the house finally move.

“Help me, someone!!”

“Shit, ___.” The voice was familiar. You knew that voice well, and when the familiar scent enveloped you, you reached out blindly for Minseok.

“Minseok…” you cried into his chest as he swiftly pulled you inside. You heard him talking to you, he was saying something, but the warmth, familiarity and safety of the house made you black out.

And the whole world turned around, and you couldn’t remember anything else.

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go-diane-winchester · 6 years ago

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How Misha ruined slash fiction

THIS IS AN EDITED REPOST.

I first got into fandom slash fiction because of Lord of the Rings. Before that I had no idea there were others like me. The Ringers, as I prefer to call them, were the nicest slash fans and gave me the erroneous impression that slashers are really lovely girls. How wrong I was. But almost twenty years ago, I [and my generational demographic] had the semblance of mind to differentiate between fact and fantasy. I came across the definition of slash fiction, way back then. Its was generically defined as fanwork done by women for women. Of course one would argue that men like slash fiction too. Correction. Straight and Bi women like slash fiction. Gay or bisexual men like Bara. That is something that they indulge in because it is attractive to them. How trans people fit into this dynamic, would be an interesting study for the future and I have already done a post on that subject.

Straight women are completely different. How straight women show their attraction and what they are attracted to, is completely different to what gay or bi men like. Even bisexual women are still women and still writing from a female perspective. For decades, and I am counting the pre-star trek era, that was how things were. Women, for decades, had no other platform for sexual expression except slash fiction. The phenomenon started in the East, and spread all over the world. But Eastern and Western slash are completely different from one another. Why don't women just write something with a man and a woman? This is where we notice that slashers and other women are completely different. Slashers don't like to watch another woman’s love story. Its not satisfying for us. We can write ourselves as the other half of a pairing, like a Mary Sue scenario, but to be honest, its not the most popular genre because the only woman truly satisfied with the story is the writer herself. Women, very seldom, bond over Mary Sues. But slash stories are discussed as a way of bonding over a common interest.

Classic slash was hidden. It was underground, which was good because the uncultured riff raff stayed away. It was the ultimate girl talk. It surprised us, how similar our desires were and what we found attractive. Remember the faulty character Becky Rosen? Even though she is problematic, the moment Sam licked his thumb and wiped the ink stain off her nose, many of us turned into embarrassing swoony puddles. Why? He was cleaning her nose, for goodness sake. What’s so cute about that? I don’t know. We all just gushed at him. Remember Dean spinning the Impala in the episode “Baby”. I played that bit again and again. It had nothing to with sex. Dean was handling a car but I remember having a flushed face over it.

I read somewhere that foreplay starts in the kitchen. This applies to women anyway. So warming your girl up starts way before you even get her to the bedroom. So you start with a candle lit dinner and soft music and slow dancing. While he may be ready when he walks in through the door, she will need wining, dining, dancing and lovey dovey talk to get interested. Usually. Sometimes, she will appear suddenly turned on, but no, she just saw her husband helping an old man cross the street, and she thought ’‘why is he so stinking cute? Wait till I get my hands on him’’. But that is once in a while. We don’t switch on and off like men. We are, by nature, cautious creatures. Getting us in the mood is as important as the act of lovemaking itself. That is why art that is geared to women, generally, is over-the-top and melodramatic, indulging the foreplay more than the sex.

Ryan Gosling with a boom box [or whatever you call that thing] standing on top a car, confessing his undying love = foreplay. Jack Dawson making Rose stand at the head of the ship [or whatever you call it], making her imagine she’s flying = foreplay. Is it necessary to the story? Nope. Will the Titanic stay buoyant because Jack didn’t make Rose fly? Nah, its will still sink. Do we like it, nonetheless? Oooh, yeah.

For the past 80 or so years, we have kept slash fiction solely to ourselves because:

men wont appreciate it because its not their “thing”

men will misunderstand it [case in point: Misha Collins]

because it was sexual fantasy and some of us would prefer not to share that openly.

Did male actors speak about it when they did find out? Yes, in passing, especially if they were the subject of the story. A reporter or crew member would always tell them. In the case of J2, Kim Manners apparently told them what he had found on the internet. The Lord of the Rings cast found out because of Peter Jackson. What was their reaction? The same as all the other actor’s reactions: They would smirk/laugh about it, make a joke and move on. Then Misha Collins came along. The first time he had spoken about slash fiction, I had winced. Apparently, judging from the audience reaction, so had they. We really didn’t want this spoken about, openly, for two reason.

1] He was speaking to a general audience during his panel. Some of them don’t care for slash fiction and no, homophobia has nothing to do with it. If it doesn’t float your boat, it just doesn’t. Keep throwing the word homophobia around, unnecessarily, and its going to eventually lose its effectiveness because it is frequently being used to bully people into doing what you want, rather than for equality. So no, Jensen Ackles is not a homophobe because he doesn’t want to be up close and personal with Misha Collins. Grow up.

2] The sane slashers of those days, [and it was a decade ago] didn’t want their personal naughty little secrets spoken about so candidly in a public setting. Why? Let me illustrate. If you tell your friends, in a personal setting, how you like when a man runs his hands all over your body, it will illicit some “oohs” and giggles followed by their own contributions to the discussion. If you are sitting with that same gaggle of friends at a crowded restaurant and you say the same thing loudly for the whole room to hear, what will they think of you, especially if they have children with them.

Slash used to be one of those things a lady never spoke about in public, no matter how empowered she thought she was. Personally, I don’t think a lady has to relinquish her femininity and decency in order to feel empowered. That’s why I don’t like women, like Kim and Briana, who call themselves bitches to show how tough they are. Sure, I will break a man's face, if he puts his hands on me, but that doesn’t mean that I have no feminine qualities, and I won't exhibit this aggressive side of myself with a loving and caring man. I guess things have changed since the early days, and women are different now. But this is just my opinion and not relevant to the subject at hand.

If Misha knew how to gauge the audience, he would have understood there and then, that this is not a suitable topic to indulge in, where the audience was mixed and included some younger people, i.e., teens and children. What he did, was to keep running his mouth off about something he didn’t know. And its shows in the way he refers to Destiel as pseudo-porn. His fans were very angry about it, because it lessened their artistic efforts to pornography and nothing else. He said he went on Wikipedia to learn more about slash fiction. For a man who went to university, he is not very smart. If you have ever done any academic research report at university level, you will know that any report that includes citations from Wikipedia are immediately rejected.

Wikipedia is an unreliable source of convoluted, opinionated information that is sometimes not quantifiable and therefore cannot act as an academic resource. Plus anyone can edit those pages, no matter what agenda they have or how stupid they are. This fool didn’t know that. So he started to “educate” the still fixated younger batch [who have now grown into the hellers we loathe with gusto] in the audience and on YouTube as to what slash fiction was and that is why they like him so much. While other actors speak a line about it and move onto another topic, Professor Knowitall esq. will give his rather young audience a lecture on a subject he knows nothing about, thereby conditioning them to think that slash fiction is something that it isn’t. Is he that stupid or that arrogant?

If you look through Wikipedia, it will give you the impression that slash is homosexual in nature, and that it is an expression of gay love. The fact that those stories and artwork originated with straight women and are powered by the artistic efforts of straight women, is ignored. There are topics about queer recognition and LGBT relevance on that page. The page isn’t telling you what slash fiction is. It is telling you what other groups feel about it. I can tell you, almost a century ago, slash fans were not indulging this art form for those reasons. They were doing it for their own satisfaction. If other people like it too, that’s fine and dandy, but it is not about them. And what Misha has done with this fandom, which is bleeding into other fandoms via intrusive destiel fans, is to make slash about the LGBT.

That is why gay men are now getting angry because young impressionable girls are listening to him and turning a straight/bi female art form into an inaccurate gay platform. They are using things like closetedness, gay bashings, bigotry and even AIDS as a gay “trope” or theme for their stories. Gay men fought to change the name ''Gay Cancer'' to AIDS, because it was erroneously being considered a homosexual disease, and yet years later, we have a ''fake'' inclusive generation celebrating a story like ''Twist and Shout". No wonder gay men hate teen slash girls. If you write about a subject you know nothing of, you will write it wrong. These children [because they behave like that] are writing about some very sensitive and serious topics and they are romanticizing them. What person wont get angry?

In the old days, the two people who made up a pairing, were differentiated, by using two words: Seme and Uke. While slash was a straight female art form, gay men didn’t give two hoots about these words. They didn’t read the stuff. They didn’t care. They had bara. When “woke and non-bigoted, inclusive” slash fans started speaking for gay men through their stories despite the fact that these men have a voice of their own, the guys got angry because they don’t have a seme and uke role type in their relationships. Well, of course they don’t. Slash is not about gay men. Its about straight women and their sexual expression. And in their fantasies, there are seme’s and uke’s.

That is another problem with the Wikipedia page. When you look at the history, it starts with Kirk and Spock. The dunderhead who wrote that page, didn’t know that slash started in the east, probably Japan, although Hong Kong might dispute that. When it became animated in the 1970’s, the anime version was called Yaoi. The Japanese were actually making money from slash fiction way back when, by making comic type books, essentially novels with pictures. And it was those translated stories, which were almost always set in another world, that gave birth to Kirk/Spock slash fiction. Star Trek is also set in another world so to speak. The westerners got hold of these books when the Asians immigrated. The first slash stories were actually distributed in conventions, because the internet didn't exist back then.

There is only one other person who over-indulged his slash fan base. Harry Styles. He regretted it, because it ruined his friendship. So he stopped. But he had a good excuse. He was between the ages of 15 and 19 whilst in 1 Direction. He was a baby and didn’t know any better. Harry learned his lesson within five years and stopped. Misha has been on the show for ten years. He was in his mid thirties when he started on Supernatural. He was already a grown man who has no excuse, because he is not stupid. With the amount of damage the militant destiel fans have done, you would think that he would stop. He doesn’t. Because it gives him staying power.

The one thing I have noticed is, overindulging a slash fan [not necessary a heller - any slash fan] is like feeding a Mogwai after midnight. It turns into an uncontrollable gremlin. That is exactly what Misha’s militant fanbase is: a hideous collection of gremlins that he overfed and now they are attacking any mogwai that doesn’t show gremlin traits, even if they are mild-mannered destiel fans who don't like the leads beings threatened. What Misha’s dumb section have now done, is that they have taken slash fiction itself, and turned it into an increasingly hateful and problematic concept. Because, the general public, which includes J2 [because they have nothing to do with slash fiction], now have the impression that slash is a means of bullying and putting your indulgences before other peoples’ opinions and dignity, in the name of representation.

It also give the impression, to unknowing people, that homosexuals are boisterous and demanding people and you have to please them or else. The general public don’t know that predominantly female, heterosexual, entitled princesses are writing this crap. They think that gays are pushing slash fiction because words like gay, queer and LGBT keep popping up in a pro-destiel argument. Any gay man reading this, take heed, because these children are damaging your collective reputations. And if you don’t deal with it now, the PR headache you are going to have to deal with, in the future, as a group, is going to be immense. And it won’t even be your fault, but you will be blamed for it. How do you go about doing that? Speak directly to Misha. Shut up the master Gremlin-Troll himself. Tell him he is doing you a great disservice. After all, the mostly straight heller girls are speaking for you and he is pushing the microphones into their hands.

I always liked slash because not only was it a means of female sexual expression, but it was also a means of female creativity. Sure, we all like Cinderella, but it was lukewarm for some of us because, she was difficult to emulate. And growing up, we didn’t know she was a character to enjoy, not to emulate. Children always emulate what they see on screen. She was thin, pretty, a good singer with nice hair and small feet. I am club footed, bipolar and fat, with a lion’s mane that brushes broke on. I felt sorry for her because she was abused. I felt sorry for her because she was crying at one point. Then I remembered what I look like when I cry. Soft tears don't roll gently down my pink cheeks. Snot rolls down my nose, careening to the inside of my mouth. Not pretty. Not delicate. The story was nice but it left me feeling inadequate. Some women love it. Others, like myself, are “meh” about it.

When I read a bemusing slash version with actors in place of the fictional cast, I read the whole story smirking. I didn’t begrudge the beautiful lead [I think it might have been Jensen] because I was as besotted with him as Prince Charming was [presumably Jared]. I didn’t want to be him. I wanted him. I wanted the prince too, just FYI. I could be a fly on the wall in the story, without actually picturing how my insignificant self would fit into the story. That is what slash fiction meant to me. It was an escapist art form into a fantasy 'verse, that is custom made to put a smile on my face.

Now, Prince Charming is fighting for gay rights against his bigoted father, the king, and Cinderella is beaten by his ugly step siblings because he is a homo. And I look at it and blink. I am not the audience for this story. Empathy is one thing, but replacing your sexuality with someone else’s, is something else all together. Especially since every slash story now, seems to be about gay characters and gay rights and homophobia. Slash has turned into a one trick pony. How much could you write about gay rights? Slash’s creativity is running on autopilot. Take your ship, make them gay, make one closeted and unhappy, make the other out and happy, throw in a gay oriented trope, even AIDS [no decency threshold] and boom! You've got a story.

They’ve been writing in this way for the last ten years and they’ve ruined the whole genre. So much so, that destiel and cockles stories aren’t enjoyed by anyone except destiel fans, because Misha and Cas are in those stories. And he is always written as a precious smol bean. At this juncture, I have to point out that, to be fair, other ships on Supernatural and other fandoms are doing the same thing, because destiel fans bend the will of others to their own. I heard they are actually tagging destiel into posts about other shows. Other bloggers noticed that destiel and Misha are in Mother Nature tag. They don't even leave Mother Nature alone. Why? Because Misha has turned a harmless indulgence into an addiction. He is their only dealer and pursuing canon gives them their fix. They are gremlins on crack with stunted creativity.

Of course, the children argue that they can't read an unrealistic story which is why slash characters have to instead be gay. Oh yeah, then how come in Cockles stories, Misha is something pregnant. Sometimes, he is a pregnant wolf. So you can take your “realism” and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. When you write a totes realistic story, with gay characters rather than slash characters, you are disrespecting three groups of people:

the actors, who are your, sometimes, unwilling muses

the homosexual community, that you have absolutely no right to speak for

the earlier slash fans who nurtured this art form, before you ''woke'' idiots came barreling in, with your inclusiveness, and flushed their efforts down the toilet, all at the behest on one selfish man.

Decent slashers say: This is a work of fiction and has no bearings on reality. Then they go out of their way to not include themes that are synonymous with the gay community. The characters in a properly written story are never explicitly gay. They just like some guy, even though last week they were with a girl. And no, that doesn’t make them bisexual either. Remember, slash is a platform with a large percentage of straight females and bisexuals don’t want you speaking for them, either. Otherwise, nobody will dispute the hellers for saying that Dean is bi because he wore a purple shirt, once. The fed up bisexuals reading insulting meta on how Dean is bisexual, because of his food and clothing choices, are a case in point. So the character are fantasy slash characters. If I were to coin a word, then they are slashsexual.

They are just muses for the woman’s sexual expression. We don’t need to tell them what we are doing, thereby putting them in an uncomfortable position to amend or dispute our opinion about the subject. That is plain rude and borderline sexual harassment. Even if we are women and they are men. Treat them with the same dignity that you demand for yourself. Its got nothing to do with them. Don’t ask them. Misha, on the other hand, has no shame and will therefore never turn down a question. He will answer the question in a way that his gullible fangirls like, inflating his ego and giving him permanence in the show. Has Misha caused irreparable damage? I am afraid so. Older women, in the SPN fandoms, get caught up in life so they don’t indulge in slash as much. And so the brats are running this art form to the ground, teaching nonsense to those that are younger than them, parroting whatever crap Misha spews about slash fiction, in the name of sexual equality, representation and the LGBT. I am not even counting their online behaviour, just pointing out their horrible handling of slash fiction at the behest of Misha Collins. They still listen to him and its going to get worse and worse, until slash fiction becomes THE most hateful thing about fan culture.

Please note:

The analysis of slash fiction does not include tinhatting. Tinhats do not believe that the people they are writing about are mere muses. Cockles fans and J2 Tinhats believe that they people they are writing about, really are gay, but closeted due to public shame and ostracization. Tinhats, at least the ones that I came across, do not like to be seen as shippers. They are a separate entity altogether. That would be a fascinating topic for the future. Thank you to the tinhat who reminded me of this, because I completely forgot.

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lightsandlostbells · 6 years ago

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Skam season 3, episode 8 reaction

I am so, so excited to talk about this episode. It’s probably my favorite overall episode of Skam, maybe tied with episode 5 of this season. It took me forever to write this one because it’s so jam-packed with things to talk about, and I know that despite my best efforts, I’ve likely forgotten something.

This is the show firing on all cylinders: the acting, writing, directing, editing, music are all excellent. The social media content from this week is brilliantly deployed. Watching episode 8 in real time was one of the best experiences in the fandom, as Julie kept us happy with amazing Evak content and wonderful interaction with Isak’s friends, while also stringing us along with a feeling of dread. Something was off. Something was coming to knock us on our asses, and every clip and text message kept the speculation flowing as we waited for answers.

I meant to get all the S3 reactions done before the first S3 remake starts airing, but lmao, that’s not happening. I do want to finish them by the end of October, though.

Episode 8

Clip 1 - The clip that turned us into Gabrielle stans

Saturday, 11:11 - the repeating numbers have returned!

Isak wakes up the morning after spending the night with Even, alone again. The other side of the bed is conspicuously empty. Poor Isak! You know how crushingly disappointed he must feel this time. Like … if Even has left him again, Even basically used him for sex and then bailed. What an asshole. That’s even lower than everything else that has happened so far. Isak must be feeling so stupid at this point. You know he thinks that he’s fallen for Even’s bullshit yet again, and angry at himself for giving in to Even’s Evenness. He just had the night of his life, and now it was all a lie.

He even checks the pillow for signs of a sketch left behind, and that little detail tugs at my heartstrings. He knows Even’s patterns now, and he’s really hoping for something.

He checks his phone but there’s no text from Even, just one from his dad telling him about wanting to go to a Christmas concert with Isak and his mom, but lol, Isak doesn’t have time for his dad’s shit right now.

Please note the strategically placed toilet paper on Isak’s nightstand. I will leave it to your imagination why it is there. But I will say that I kind of love the production team for even thinking of this, lmao. Talk about attention to detail.

Isak gets dressed and when he opens his door, we hear faint laughter coming from elsewhere in the apartment. I will say that when I first watched this clip, I definitely expected this to be the case, that Even was making breakfast or using the bathroom or doing something else in the flat and hadn’t actually left. Otherwise it would be too repetitive, you know? How many times can Skam show us Even bailing on Isak before enough is enough? But obviously, the seeds are in place to make us think this could be the case. It’s a clear parallel to episode 5 when Isak woke up alone to just a sketch and Eskild and Noora’s curiosity. Still, isn’t it such a relief when we hear Even’s voice? When he’s just hanging out charming the pants off Eskild and Noora?

The way Isak creeps into the kitchen like he’s not sure this is real, that maybe he’s still dreaming. Or maybe he just doesn’t know what to think about this whole thing. I mean, he did just sleep with Even after they were apart for weeks, he doesn’t know what Even’s deal is, if Even still has a girlfriend…

I love that Isak has a Simpsons shirt, by the way. The Simpsons peaked like … before Isak was born, but the older episodes are still classic. And we get this super intense scene where Isak is about to climb Even like the tall Norwegian tree he is and he just has Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa, and Maggie chillin’ on their iconic sofa to bear witness. Personally I don’t think The Simpsons are a good aphrodisiac but Even is so hot for Isak that Isak could be decked out in full Krusty the Clown cosplay and Even would want to hit that. (I think this is Tarjei’s shirt? I try not to dig too deep into that kid’s life out of respect for his privacy but at the same time, Tarjei’s existence is like … fascinating.)

But oh man, imagine Isak creeping into the kitchen and seeing Even interact with Eskild and Noora. These two people are meeting Even! They are meeting the guy he likes! Especially Eskild, who knows about the Isak/Even drama in detail! It’s got to be nerve-wracking even though Even is clearly getting a positive reception. I mean, it is like Mom and Dad are meeting the boyfriend, kinda? It’s a very tangible reminder that this thing with Even is real, that Isak’s relationship with Even is going to have to be public eventually, or at least known to the people in his life.

Let’s respect that it’s 11 in the afternoon and Noora is fully dressed and Eskild is just in a blue silk robe. That sounds about right for their characters. (Are you a Noora or an Eskild in terms of weekend apparel? I’m definitely an Eskild.)

I love seeing Even, Noora, and Eskild all smiling together. Noora and Eskild are smitten. I mean, who wouldn’t be? A cute swoopy-haired dude is cooking breakfast in your kitchen. Shout out to Josefine for getting in some light hair twirling as she stares at Even.

One of my favorite things about Even is how well he gets along with the other people in Isak’s life. He’s warm and friendly to his roommates, to his friends, etc. Even is just a very social person, but I think it’s cool how he makes other characters feel at ease. And Even being so likable has got to be helpful for Isak, too - it’s hard enough to come out, but his new boyfriend being charming and winning people over might lessen some of his fears about how they’ll be perceived. At least he won’t have an awkward divide between his friends and his boyfriend.

I love Even’s delivery of “God morgen” and the way he just plants that kiss on Isak. Isak is standing there with his hands in his pockets, not sure what’s happening, but Even is confident and happy (and well… manic). Still, the way he grabs Isak’s face before laying a quick, solid smooch on him? Swoon. You know Isak was wondering how he was going to introduce Even to Eskild and Noora, what exactly he was going to say (what did Even tell them before Isak walked in???) and then Even swooped in and planted a kiss on him and it’s like, well, that probably says it all, doesn’t it.

This is a good way to clinch that things have changed, too. Even isn’t going to run from this relationship this time around, he’s making more of a commitment. At least this is what I felt - I’m sure you could still have doubts about him, as many viewers did, but man, I felt sure from this moment that Even wasn’t going to bail like before.

Okay, it’s going to bug me what Even brushes away on Isak’s face. I assume it was some cooking ingredient, butter or oil or whatever, that Even got on Isak’s face when he put his hand there to kiss him. I have a lot of feelings about that little gesture, though! It’s so simple but such a sweet thing, just a tiny expression of taking care of someone. It’s so fond and domestic that it makes my heart swell. Even Bech Næsheim loves Isak Valtersen a whole lot, guys.

This exchange with the good morning kiss is shot over Eskild’s shoulder, and it gives you the impression of watching it through Eskild’s eyes. Imagine looking at this 17-year-old kid who you’ve known mostly as closeted and grumpy and miserable, who you let sleep in your basement and then move in with you because he didn’t want to go home, who’s been struggling just to acknowledge when a man is attractive, and here he’s got this very attractive man staying overnight and kissing him in front of other people. It’s like watching a butterfly break out of its cocoon. How happy and proud must Eskild have been of Isak in this scene! I mean, even if he’s still befuddled and dazed, Isak also just let Even kiss him in front of other people. That’s what we call character development.

Even making a ton of food for breakfast is very sweet, what a thoughtful boyfriend, but of course it takes on a new context once you know Even is manic. This was one of the little clues that people picked up on and that stood out to me. He doesn’t make just one or two dishes for breakfast, he makes everything.

Honestly Even makes me really sad throughout this episode. I think he got it into his mind that making everything for breakfast was a romantic comedy thing to do. I mean ... it literally is. He gets some of his ideas in this episode straight from Pretty Woman, including this one from a part where Richard Gere orders everything on the menu for Julia Roberts; he remembered that scene and wanted to make his own version of it, and because he’s manic he took it further than it needed to be. And cooking a lot of breakfast isn’t a huge deal, but unfortunately it’s going to escalate.

Henrik does some of his best acting in this episode. A lot of it is related to him conveying mania but there’s also how wonderfully smitten he is with Isak. Look at how Even glances toward Isak while Noora is talking! Just lovely, taking in Isak in a way that’s casual but conveys his affection. Of course Isak is having a Moment but Even is, too. Even just got to sleep with the boy he’s been pining over for months. He looks at him so fondly. He has this slight smile on his face, like he’s just so thrilled to see Isak, and that he just wants to make Isak so happy.

Both Noora and Eskild shoot some looks at Isak, too. Noora realizes that Isak and Even probably want to be alone, so she tries to make an excuse for her and Eskild to leave. Eskild, I think, is still monitoring Isak’s reactions, making sure he’s okay with everything, taking in his godkitten’s emotions on this fine Saturday.

God, they’re all so cute. My heart grows a couple of sizes just watching this scene. I would give anything for more domestic snippets of Kollektivet + Even just hanging around on a lazy afternoon. I am happy that Evak got their own place in S4 since the flat was overcrowded and you know Even was over there constantly so it was like five people lived there, and the Evak love nest turned out to be a tiny domestic paradise. But I wish we could have seen more of this awesome Kollektivet dynamic before Isak moved out.

Lol, Noora is seriously checking out Even. She’s even more shameless than Eskild here.

Noora and Eskild are leaving to do “yoga.” Water yoga. What do you think they actually did? Grabbed coffee and gossiped about Evak?

Isak knows shit is up, and I’m pretty sure Even realizes there is no water yoga awaiting Isak’s roommates, but he’s just amused and delighted to get more alone time with his boy so he’s going to play along.

Eskild and Noora kind of dawdle out the door, knowing they should go but still wanting to see more, more! Noora gives Isak a big beam before she leaves and Eskild touches Isak on the stomach. They’re both so thrilled with this development.

Even paraphrases Pretty Woman at Isak (“I didn’t know what you’d like so I made everything) and then quizzes Isak on what film it is. But when Isak is confused, Even doesn’t explain, give a hint, or pursue the question further. He just moves on. Again, a small moment. But it’s a clue as to how Even’s mind might be racing from topic to topic.

Even blowing on the eggs and then giving Isak a taste test - how gallant of him. He’s just so pleased and wants to do all these nice things for Isak, treat him to good food, sex, spoil him in all ways.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, BEST OTP BEST BEST

This is Even’s dad’s recipe according to Julie’s script. I really want to know a lot more about Even’s parents and family life. They seem to be generally supportive of him, his sexuality, and his mental illness, or at least we don’t hear about any major problems with how they treat Even, but there’s so much more we could’ve known about his home life.

After I saw this scene I made scrambled eggs with sour cream a few times, and they were pretty good. Thanks, Even!

Let’s all admire that one jaunty curl hanging against Henrik’s forehead.

Isak’s reaction to everything is so good, I’m proud of him. He doesn’t get swayed by Even being all affectionate and cooking breakfast; he stands his ground and pushes Even about the state of their relationship, getting out his concerns, not being afraid to show what makes him less happy. He may have lost his chill when Even showed up at his door last night, but the morning after, he’s going to make sure they talk a bit. The shock of Even not being in his bed reminded him that, oh yeah, things between them are very uncertain and Even has been leaving him hanging for the last few weeks. Isak’s in too deep. This isn’t a casual thing. He cares for Even so much, so he needs to make sure Even is on the same page.

I don’t think Even realizes that Isak was pretty upset when Even wasn’t there. It might be because he’s manic right now, and that he cares for Isak so much that obviously Even wasn’t going to walk out on him. In his mind, the idea is ridiculous, so he’s trying to reassure Isak that he was here the whole time.

Isak is not reassured though, he has plenty more questions. Like “Does Sonja know where you are?” which is really code for “Are you still together with Sonja?”

Even responds so quickly that he’s not with Sonja. So as I stated in the last recap, I think he was broken up with her well before last night, and Isak was under the impression they were still together because of the kiss. But I think the kiss was a one-off or temporary thing.

Again, round of applause for Isak for not dropping the subject, for continuing to push the topic of Sonja and letting Even know he can’t just forget about her.

I bet Even realizes during this scene that Isak saw him kissing Sonja. I wonder if he heard the rumors going around school that there was a fight at Emma’s party, between Isak and Mahdi, and that gave him suspicions. Because that would mean Isak was there, at the same party, and Isak had some reason he was pissed and physically lashing out at people, and it could possibly be related to Even dumping him or Isak seeing him and Sonja together. This just confirms that Isak knew all about it. You can see Even react to this information, that it’s probably something he feels bad about and that it’s something he doesn’t really want to talk about, or explain more about his thing with Sonja, but Isak’s called him out on it.

Even’s rant about Sonja is … off-putting. Sure, she’s his ex, and we saw them fight. But we also saw them be kissy and affectionate together. And Even is the one who’s dumped her, who cheated on her. It seems like a lot of anger directed toward her when we haven’t seen her do anything particularly wrong at this point, other than get on Even’s case about drinking too much beer in episode 4. But of course it makes more sense when you realize her attitude toward his mental illness.

Also, Even’s answer to Isak’s query isn’t really an answer? Isak wants to make sure that Sonja isn’t still in the picture and Even goes off on her personality and their problems. Which … isn’t really a yes or no. There’s no clear answer to why Even got back together with Sonja, or why she would have this control over him in this first place. This scene gave me a prickle of unease because something’s clearly going on with Even that we don’t know yet. I don’t think Isak really comprehends what Even’s talking about, either, just that his final point - that she can’t know what Even feels - is something he understands on a universal level, and an area where Even needs his support.

Notice that Even does most of this rant turned away from Isak, talking with his back to him, like he’s still hiding something. We can’t fully see his face or his expressions. That’s totally deliberate of Julie. Even could have been talking with Isak directly, with eye contact, but of course she wants to create the sense that something’s still off, there’s something we’re not getting. That Even isn’t letting Isak (or us) in on everything. We really don’t see his face at all for some of this scene. It’s only when he looks back to Isak, asking if he understands, that we see his face again. Because that’s when Even is inviting Isak in, not trying to keep him away from things he doesn’t want Isak to know.

Of course, Even’s rant makes a lot more sense after the hotel scene, and it’s a huge key to understanding his character and his relationship with Sonja. Even is used to relying on Sonja for “control” - as a presumably neurotypical person, her judgment can be trusted, while Even’s is doubted because of his mental illness. Their relationship is such that Sonja is the one who calls the shots and tells Even what he’s feeling. It’s gone on so long that Even now doubts himself and his own judgment and defers to Sonja’s. “Everything she says is true” - does he really think that? Or is he just used to Sonja’s judgment being “right” no matter if he agrees?

But he’s tired of it, and he wants some independence. And I think his feelings for Isak are that deep that they’re the catalyst for not wanting to rely on her judgment anymore. She’s telling him that his feelings for Isak are fake and he knows they’re not in his heart.(Though honestly, I think it’s likely that some part of him did kind of question whether Sonja was right about his feelings for Isak not being real. His rant gives me the vibe that her words wormed his way inside his head and he’s frustrated over that. Ultimately his feelings for Isak were so strong and vivid that he trusted them instead of her opinion. He could feel them and know they were real and that overpowered the doubts.)

But this is part of why Even ran hot and cold at first, why he was flirting with Isak while backing off and being with Sonja. His romantic feelings for Sonja have faded a lot, and he knows they don’t work as a couple. But Sonja has been there for him through the worst times, and she’s safe, she’s someone he can lean on. Dumping Sonja means he has to start relying more on his own judgment. And for someone who isn’t used to trusting his own mind, that’s scary.

My interpretation is this: Sonja told Even some version of what she tells Isak at the end of the episode - that Even’s feelings for Isak are not real and are just the result of his mania/mental illness. She did not really believe that Even was breaking up with her for good. It was just temporary and he’d come back to her once his manic episode had ended. When she kissed him at Emma’s party, it was under the assumption that they weren’t really done. Maybe she was even aware that Isak was no longer in the picture - it’s possible she and Even were still in contact, or Emma told Sonja that Even was at the party alone and not with Isak. Who knows! Many options. But I really think that Sonja doubted the veracity of Even’s feelings for Isak, manifesting in her kissing him at the party, and that’s what he’s addressing in his rant about her here, even if Isak can’t know that’s what it’s about. And this is why he chooses to tell Isak about these qualities of Sonja now, even though it seems almost like a tangent. I think they have a lot to do with his relationship with Isak, specifically - it’s not just random. Sonja has said things about Even’s feelings for Isak that are weighing on Even’s mind.

This sounds like a pretty harsh take on Sonja, so just to reiterate: I really like her as a character, I think she’s sympathetic and overall a good person. But she does have this big flaw.

Even looking back at Isak after his rant is so meaningful. He needs Isak to understand him. It’s so important to him that Isak get what Even is saying, even if Even isn’t being upfront about everything. Isak has to believe him that Even knows his own feelings, and that those feelings are for Isak. And even if Isak doesn’t know everything, Isak does get it. He gets that Even needs him to understand.

Again, Henrik does some good acting here. His rant is strikingly angry, totally different from his softness with Isak a moment before. Then he turns back to Isak, and that one little question and one look are super vulnerable. It’s a deft shift from emotion to emotion.

Let’s talk about chemistry again, because wow. Look at Tarjei swallowing when Henrik approaches, look at Henrik roaming his eyes over Tarjei’s whole face. These are two actors whose entire bodies are in sync with each other. They’re acting with everything they have.

Even literally closes the distance as they wrap up the tough part of this conversation that might push them apart, and they now can just be together again. He looks Isak up and down, vulnerable. He pushes his forehead against Isak’s and is sure to rub their noses together - their shared gesture of intimacy. He swallows before going into this big confession.

I love how you can hear every breath and every swallow over the background hum of the radio. Like we are right there in the thick of this private moment.

Even’s confession is so raw and intimate. Fragile. He’s really sticking his heart out there. He’s telling Isak that Isak is the one, he may have been with Sonja for years but what he feels with Isak is something special. It’s very, very real.

Again, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Even says this right after talking about Sonja thinking she knows what Even feels. Like it’s not just a romantic confession, but I believe it’s a refutation of what Sonja has said. She said Even’s feelings weren’t real. Even is saying they’re so real they’re not like anything else he’s felt before. Even is making sure Isak doesn’t just hear this, but that he feels it. Feels Even’s closeness, how Even looks at him so intently before and while he says this.

And Isak’s voice drops to a whisper - because this is just between the two of them - as if this emotion is so strong that he’s almost overcome with its power (good job on this delivery, Tarjei) and says he feels the same way. This is something special between them, on both sides. And then they kiss. Isak being able to be so candid and open about his romantic feelings for a boy is truly a gift.

I 100% think it’s justified to have the camera on Isak’s face during this incredibly pivotal moment. But damn, don’t you wish you could have seen Even’s face reacting to Isak confirming his own feelings?

This kiss is beautiful, by the way. The good morning kiss was casual, easy, instantaneous. This kiss is coming after a period of some tension, and now their emotions and feelings for each other are being laid bare, it’s so delicate. They don’t kiss right away; there’s a pause as it’s like they’re breaking a spell.

When they break away, there’s that intimate little nose rub again, and Isak clearly looks ready for more kissing. Or more than kissing. He wants Even soooo much, he’s pushing his face forward for another kiss.

Of course, St Gabrielle intervenes, and Even gets distracted from further makeouts. Even, you’re killing Isak here. The way Even turns his head away at first? A tease.

Now here’s where I really want to praise the hell out of Henrik’s acting in this scene. The first time I watched this scene, it was in unsubtitled Norwegian. Because frankly, how could I possibly wait for subtitles after that glorious finale of episode 7? I was hooked on this story, no fucking way I was waiting any longer than I had to for an update. I just watched the clips on the official website and read a transcript afterwards. And during this scene, without having any idea what they were talking about, I knew what was up with Even. I could tell just from Henrik’s acting (and Julie’s directing, of course). His body language, his facial expressions. The way he easily and rapidly shifted between moods. The fact that Even just seemed cranked up to 11 - this was an Even who seemed vibrating with energy. Compare him to the baseline Even of say, episode 2, when he’s hanging out and smoking and cooking with Isak. Even is an extroverted, charismatic guy, but this seemed to be … extra. Honestly, the first time I saw this scene? The cuteness of the Gabrielle lip sync-a-thon was overshadowed by this queasy feeling I couldn’t shake. I fucking knew he was bipolar and that he was having a manic episode. And again, that was without the context of their conversation. Henrik nailed it here. Even here is not a caricature, he’s still Even, he’s just … more. A little too much.

And of course then I read the transcript and holy shit, is there a ton of foreshadowing in this scene.

Time to talk about 5 fine frøkner! First of all, let’s marvel at what a huge success this song was. From what I understand, it was already a hit by the time this scene aired, but this clip just made the song so iconic and associated with Skam? They played it at award shows when Skam was being recognized. They played it at gay pride parades (and I know it was a hit before Skam but you can’t tell me Skam didn’t make it more of an anthem). Have you seen those Spotify stats?

After being featured in an episode in the third season, Gabrielle's song "5 fine frøkner" saw a 3,018 percent increase in listening on Spotify, with over 13 million streams and, at one point, rising to eighth place on the Swedish top music rankings.

Damn.

Julie originally wanted several other songs in place. One was “Joyride” by Roxette, as Henrik mentioned in an interview. But they couldn’t get the rights and had to use a Norwegian song. Julie suggested “Take on Me” by A-ha, which is a hugely well known song and a karaoke classic, that happens to be by a Norwegian band, but they decided it was too cliche? (”Take on Me” has one of the most iconic music videos ever, by the way.) In the script she also has a note about Maroon 5, though not a specific song. They then settled on “5 fine frøkner” which Henrik didn’t want to do at first because it had been everywhere like Despacito, lmao.

Can you imagine if those songs were used instead??? One of the most beloved Evak scenes could have had a totally different feel.

I don’t know how I feel about “Joyride” being used, although I adore the idea of Even imitating the whistling at 1:08. And it’s great fun and captures the feeling of getting on this wild journey called love together. Join the joyride, Isak! But I don’t know if it’s be as catchy to lip sync. Plus “Hello, you fool, I love you,” as adorable as that would have been to see Even mouth to Isak … it seems a little forward??? Like even in the context of lip syncing pop song lyrics, that’s got to seem loaded given their confessions a moment previously, and I think maybe it would’ve been better for Even not to sing “I love you” in this situation.

Now, “Take on Me” - that one could’ve been amazing. I am a fan of that one as an alternate version. Tell me it wouldn’t have been super fun to watch Even mimic the falsetto in the chorus. Or “I’ll be coming for your love, okay?” (Idk, that seems less loaded than saying “I love you” directly, but STILL ADORABLE.) However, it’s still a little ominous and provides some foreshadowing - Even would lip sync that he’ll be gone in a day or two...

However, despite these other options, I think Gabrielle’s 5 fine frøkner was the best option. It’s a newer song, less tied to nostalgia or pop culture and therefore more free to become the Evak song since it has fewer past associations, if you follow me. (I mean, I just heard “Take on Me” used prominently in Deadpool 2.) And the lyrics are perfect for this scene. Fitting and cute in the moment, ominous foreshadowing in the larger picture.

Even is so delighted when that opening starts to play, and it takes Isak a few moments to break out of his Even haze and recognize that there’s a song playing on the radio and that there are like, other people and things in the world besides him and Even at this moment.

AGAIN, LET’S ADMIRE THAT PERFECT CURL. And Even’s little smile and head bop to Gabrielle.

Isak seriously cannot believe this shit. Gabrielle is breaking up his makeout-maybe-more with Even. Fucking Gabrielle of all people.

This is such a departure from Even as we knew him, too. It’s almost like the beginning of the end of Isak’s more idealized perspective of him. Even’s past behavior aside, he’s been the cool guy, the hip artist, the film expert. He’s put Isak on to both Nas and Romeo + Juliet. Here we see a less cool side of Even. An Even dressed down, his hair not perfectly styled. An Even who turns out to be a Gabrielle fan. Like this is a relatively small trait but it’s showing us that there are hidden sides to Even that we might not expect, that he’s not all Norwegian James Dean swagger and artful blunts behind the ear.

But also, despite Isak’s protests, this is really cool for him to experience! Gabrielle isn’t music you listen to when you want to feel tough, like N.W.A. Even is someone who’s just being himself, who has interests that don’t fit into the mold of stereotypical boy that Isak was trying to emulate. It’s great for Isak to recognize that in someone he’s so into, as it will help him incorporate that attitude into his own life (and not, say, modify his answers on an online test to seem less gay).

Isak tries to make a joke about hashtags and roll his eyes at Even, and instead gives away the depth of his feelings. Isak, you dork.

“Mannen i mitt liv” is literally “man of my life” but translates more into “man of my dreams” in English. But yeah, Even is That Guy for Isak.

If you watch carefully, you can see Even’s eyebrows fly up when Isak calls him “mannen i mitt liv.” He’s so happy about it. Really, from Even’s perspective, remember what happened with Mikael, remember that he’s given up this four-year relationship to be with Isak, remember that he’s been keeping himself away from Isak because of what Isak said about mentally ill people. Now think about what it must mean for Isak to let it slip that he considers Even the man of his dreams. He teases Isak, because that’s what Even does, but Even is so damn overjoyed.

Isak keeps moving his head in exasperation at Even making a big deal out of his comment, although he’s a little amused, he’s trying to downplay it. Ohhh, it’s just about the hashtag! He doesn’t seem panicked or anything though, just maybe a little embarrassed that he put his heart on his sleeve when he didn’t mean it. Get used to it, Isak. You’re going to love it.

And indeed, Isak looks so warm and fond of Even even when he’s being teased. You know he damn well meant it.

This little kiss, ahhhh! I love it! Even goes in for it and Isak is like, a little stunned and full of affection. Even gets in a quick nose boop. They’re both sooooo happy and rapturous about each other. I feel okay saying they’re in love at this point. I’m not sure Isak realizes this is full-on love yet, but it’s sure as hell something deep to him, and he’s falling faster with every second. (I think Even totally loves Isak and knows it at this point, though.)

Tarjei swallows and then Henrik swallows like right after him, again, that is some chemistry. They’re clearly responding to each other and feeding off each other’s body language.

Even wants Isak to say the man of my life part again. It meant that much to him. Even has gone through so much shit and has been pining after Isak for months, and now Isak is saying that Even is essentially his perfect guy. How amazing would that feel???

I guess less amazing if you think about precarious Even’s situation is, and how he must know it, that it all could come crashing down once his bipolar disorder makes itself known or Isak finds out.

NAH I’M NOT GOING TO RUIN THIS BEAUTIFUL MOMENT, IT’S AMAZING

Isak openly tells Even he’s the man of his life, and again, character development, that he can make such romantic statements to another boy. That he’s putting everything out there for Even. I love that his voice is lowered, too. Like a whisper. It’s more intimate that way. Not a performance. Just for Even’s ears.

Kiss! Right as the music swells, like a Hollywood smooch.

Even can’t keep himself from smiling and dancing. Isak tolerates it because he is in love with this goofball.

I love Isak’s slight shyness in this scene, like he’s so happy but doesn’t know what to do with himself, or how to be so open about it.

Look at Even pouting and upping his dance after Isak says the song is shit. He just takes it as a challenge. Isak gets in an adorable little head bob and Even counts that as a victory.

Part of me wishes the camera pulled back so we could have full view of Even’s dance moves, but it’s truly for the best that he’s all the way in Isak’s face, because this is such a close, connected moment for them. We don’t need any distance.

When we cut to Even fixated on Isak’s face at the end … hooo boy. Get you someone who looks at you like that.

For real, look at Even trailing his fingers along Isak’s face and cupping his neck and jaw. Look how completely gone Isak is. Look how content and warm Even looks, look at how he teases Isak a little with the movement of his face.

There are little cuts in this scene that make it clear that this was more than one take or that some stuff has been edited out. Like Even is right in Isak’s space touching his face and then he’s suddenly standing back not touching him. It kind of muddles the perception of time just a bit, if you’re paying attention, because obviously this song is really on the radio and they can hear it, but their actions are not totally in line with how the song is progressing, if you feel me? And that’s probably just because Julie wanted to splice together the cutest or best takes but I like it because it’s just slightly hazy and dreamlike. Not on the “Head Over Heels” level by any means, but enough that things are a little cinematic. We’re using the best takes, and Isak is so swept off his feet that it makes sense for it to be a more like a movie, a dream.

I really want to know how much direction Julie gave Henrik for this Gabrielle scene, because he’s so charming in it. Bravo if he was just winging his dance moves.

I love that you can vaguely hear Even mouthing the lyrics at a certain point. And that he teases Isak again and gets all up in his face. (I also love that Henrik didn’t completely know the lyrics, it’s realistic.)

Him touching Isak’s face in tune with the song!!!! What a charmer!!!

Love that shocked face he makes when he pulls back, and that Isak mouths something back and squirms because he is just that turned on. (It looks like he mouths “me?” but of course that’s in English. But I think “meg?” would look the same? Norwegians, feel free to weigh in on what Isak is mouthing.)

Isak finally having enough of this and going in for a kiss, and Even accepting it ferociously, but still wanting to pull back and dance and sing and smile a little.

Man, this scene is SO cute even after watching it a million times, but yeah, the first time I saw it, what stuck with me was the things that were lurking beneath the surface. The way we linger on Even’s face, the music continuing to play … somehow there’s just a beat off of it.

But of course the lyrics!!! The lyrics! All about how “you make me go up in smoke” - obviously a cute declaration of Even’s passion for Isak, but also foreshadowing as to his mania. This is why “5 fine frøkner” was a perfect song. That beautiful double meaning.

That breakfast totally got burned. Or it got cold while Isak and Even found they were hungry, just ... not for food.

I’m just imagining Isak and Even dry humping against the counter and Linn wanders in, makes a bowl of cereal, and wanders out without comment or anyone noticing.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure this is one of the scenes that most garnered attention on social media and got newbies to watch Skam, other than the episode 5 cuddle scene. The fandom lost its shit after this scene aired. We were all blessed with Evak’s power and chemistry and cuteness. And also worried and fervently debating whether or not Even was mentally ill. It was a hell of a time.

Clip 2 - Isak and Sana and religion

Isak is typing away at his laptop. Doing his homework because he was obviously, ahem, preoccupied this weekend.

He gets a text from his dad, who’s snapped because Isak’s been avoiding him. The following exchange is pretty illuminating as to that dynamic. Isak’s dad has been pretty polite up til now in texts - I feel like he’s been making a concentrated effort to reconnect with his son. He knows Isak is unhappy with him because he left Isak’s mom. You can read into his texts a sense of over-politeness, IMO. But here, unable to get through to Isak, he snaps and defends his actions. He says there was nothing he could do for Isak’s mom and that he’s doing the best he can. In it he acknowledges Isak’s feelings of disappointment and anger; however, he doesn’t really apologize or acknowledge he could have done better.

Isak also is done with his dad, and taps out a rather sporadic text. Frankly, it’s kind of telling that he comes out to his dad so easily. First of all, this is the easiest it’s been for Isak to tell anyone about Even - and I do think Isak expects his dad to be OK with him being gay, as he said to Even in episode 5, but I also think that it’s a mark of how fed up he is with his dad and how little he cares about his opinion? I mean, he’s basically throwing his relationship with Even in his dad’s face, in a way. Not to upset him because of his dad’s homophobia, but to lay this huge fact on him without warning. Fine, Dad, you want me to go with you to the concert? I’m going to take my boyfriend!!!

And Isak’s temper is maybe in action here, because he does this without really thinking and out of spite, when for many people this would be a huge life moment. It was for Isak when he came out to his friends. It will be when he comes out to his mom.

The line about Even being a boy’s name is so funny. Tarjei came up with it on set, bless him. I know it’s because the word Isak uses for boyfriend is gender neutral in Norwegian (I think), but it’s also so dramatic, in a way. Just to drive it home that Isak is in fact in a gay relationship. Gay! Super gay, dad! Get the message!

Also, the only way Isak thought he might get through this concert with his parents is by bringing Even along.

Isak takes a moment after he sends the text, and I’m sure he’s thinking, oh, I really just did that, but it still seems like he’s more guided by anger that anything. He’s just so pissed at his dad. How dare his dad call him out when his dad left them and let them down? What right does his dad have to scold Isak for his behavior when his own is awful?

I feel like Isak wasn’t super close with his dad, maybe even before his dad left. He never really seems to miss him the way he misses his mom? That might be because his dad has disappointed him and he no longer cares, but who knows what their relationship was like before things went to hell?

Dad thinks Isak might be kidding and I mean, I don’t totally blame him, that was a thing Isak dropped out of nowhere. To his credit, Papa Valtersen seems fine with his son dating another boy, so that’s one thing he has going for him. However, he says Isak’s mom gets stressed very quickly, basically implying that bring his boyfriend will upset Isak’s mom. Implying that his mom is homophobic and will not approve. More or less suggesting that it might not be a good idea to bring Even to the concert.

You can imagine what the implication that having a boyfriend would stress Isak’s mom would do to Isak - the last thing he needs to think about is his mom’s possible rejection. I think you can see it in his face - he starts to type out a whatever reaction to the text, but Isak does look a little shaken. It’s subtle but there. So the following conversation with Sana comes at a really good time for him. It would be good at any time, but especially when Isak’s dad has just planted doubts on whether Isak’s mom would accept Isak’s sexuality.

Isak tells Sana he forgot to do the assignment. I mean, Isak did study plenty of biology this weekend! Just ... not in the way he was supposed to.

Isak is so focused on trying to get his assignment done that he doesn’t really take in the entirety of what Sana’s trying to say. Sana is the one who’s actually nervous and trying to figure out what to say.

She sent Isak a link. Isak isn’t paying that much attention, he didn’t see it. Who has time to look at links when you have an Even in your bed?

Iman does some good acting here, with how she struggles to get out what she wants to say, how to approach the topic, how she admits she was wrong. It would be so much easier if Isak had seen the article! You can see her not really wanting to explain the article or not knowing how to broach the subject in a completely natural way, but she’s trying. (From the script: “Sana wishes he had read it so she doesn’t have to talk about it.” Iman displays that perfectly here.)

When Sana says the article is about evolution and homosexuality, that’s what finally gets Isak’s attention. He looks at her, but then looks away and doesn’t say anything. Probably a little tense over the topic being raised again. He knows why she’s bringing it up. He knows how this conversation went last time.

Sana says, “I’m very seldom wrong” (lol) but admits that she was wrong this time. Because she knows this is not some random argument they had, but that this is important to Isak. Because Sana may have a tough exterior, but she’s a kind person at heart.

Isak looks at her when she starts to talk about how she was wrong. He smiles just a little to himself, because he sees this for what it is. It’s not just an apology for Sana being wrong, factually; it’s an acknowledgment that she regrets what she said. She understands why he was asking. It’s pretty great of her that she remembered this specific conversation from weeks ago and considered the effect it would have on Isak, once the rumors started swirling and she realized he was probably gay.

Isak takes a moment and then finally responds to her, asking about Islam. Because that’s the issue that’s hanging between them. As Julie puts it in the script, “there’s still an Islamic elephant in the room.” Sana may want to apologize for saying the wrong thing and not wanting to hurt him, but are they cool? Is she okay with him being gay because of her religion? This issue is bigger than Isak and Sana. The topic of homosexuality as influenced by organized religion has very wide-reaching effects, greater than any two people. And Isak’s concern was that Islam, as a religion, is against gay people. Sana might be OK with him personally, but Islam might not.

Sana gets sturdier here, because it’s hard for her to admit she’s wrong, but it’s easier for her to speak about her religion because her faith is strong. I wouldn’t say she gets annoyed here even though Isak is still kind of confronting her about her religion. I think she wants to stand up for both of them: she wants to represent her faith well and help Isak. Because Isak’s question really is one of vulnerability. (And Sana herself asks why Islam has to be against gay people in S4, so there’s something to unpack with her own feelings toward it.) But she really finds her voice here, and she’s giving Isak advice not to listen to the people who use religion to hate.

Isak doesn’t say anything else, but wow, he is moved by this. This is exactly what he needed, especially regarding the topic of his mom. She probably doesn’t even realize what a godsend her words really were. She’s given Isak the strength to come out to his mom, despite her religious views.

In the script, Julie refers to the biology teacher as “Boobs,” and it’s pretty fucking funny reading it for this highly touching moment to suddenly be cut off by a line from a character called Boobs.

Clip 3 - Even meets the boy squad, Magnus hugs ensue

Most of this scene up until Sonja calls was improvised. It’s a really adorable scene, and it makes you wonder who came up with stuff like Even suddenly being like “it’s for the best you guys weren’t there 😏” Like imagine that Henrik just dropped that shit in there and the reactions of the other boys were genuine. (They probably planned it out on set, it’s just amusing to consider.)

The boys are planning to go out for pizza. They’re trying to convince Isak, who says he can’t skip class. Can’t he study at home, the boys ask? Well, no, Isak cannot study at home. He says it’s because you do better by attending class, but somehow I think this has something to do with Isak having an Even at home and knowing full well that he won’t be able to study there. He can’t sex in class, he has to sex at home; therefore he can’t study at home, he has to study in class.

But also I like that Isak is studious. Nerd.

The boys are laughing and WTFing at Isak’s comment about studying in class - he’s laughing too so he knows he’s being ridiculous - but his expression suddenly changes when he spots Even coming up the stairs. Coming toward them. Him and his friends.

It’s the moment of truth! His two worlds are going to collide; Isak is going to have to introduce Even. He must be so nervous about it - are his friends going to approve of Even? Will they get along? How does he act with Even in front of his friends? They’re a romantic couple but surely Even isn’t like, expecting a kiss or anything? In public???

Even, meanwhile, glances side to side, before stopping and greeting the boys. He doesn’t pretend like he doesn’t know Isak or anything, he comes right up to them. However, he waits for Isak to make the first move and introduce them. He doesn’t go in for a kiss or hug or anything, he just waits.

Meanwhile, the boys pause and look expectantly. Who is this dude? Magnus especially is starstruck. (Bi Magnus headcanon, activate!)

Isak knows he has to say something so he says, simply, that this is Even. Not Even-my-boyfriend or anything like that. Just Even. Because the boys will know and hopefully they can connect the dots. Isak looks kind of shy and unsure of himself, but he does it! Good job, buddy! Proud of you!

The boys are great and shake hands with Even, they don’t make a big deal out of Even in himself. As has been noted, Jonas introduces himself as Marlon, lmao, and Magnus thinks Even is Eivind at first.

As Even asks the boys what’s up, Isak just kind of stands there awkwardly and looks toward the ground. He’s still shy and not comfortable with this being-gay-in-public thing.

Even, however, is not shy. He looks like a fucking prince, and he’s looking at Isak like he’s a five-course meal. For real, check out that look he gives Isak right there! In public!!! His eyes are glowing, he gives him this little smile. And even Isak, being shy, can’t help but smile a little back. Very small, very shy, but he’s internally glowing.

It is really something how Isak and Even find each other even when they’re in groups of other people. They have these private looks, you can feel their attention gravitating toward each other. That’s a mark of great chemistry and of true attraction between the characters. It’s very astute of Julie to include this detail time after time. Because that’s really how it is when you have a crush, right? You can’t help but look their way.

And this is such a private little glimpse between them. So much is said in that look, just how happy they are to be with each other, happy and blushy at all the stuff they’ve been up to in the last few days. As the boys keep talking, they’re in their own little world.

Magnus has an OH SHIT moment that this is Even, not Eivind. Isak’s Even!!! The guy who was coming to the apartment on Friday!!! Jonas and Isak are like, goddamn our friend is dumb. Isak is like cool, now Magnus is going to make a big deal out of this.

You can see Isak still trying to retain a semblance of casual and cool until Magnus is like, this is the guy you threw us out for, right? Magnus ruins everything, but he’s so earnest about it.

LMAO I love Tarjei’s reaction to this, his utterly exasperated face. That’s a good face.

Magnus makes sure to call Even handsome, hmmMMM (bi Magnus rise) and Isak weakly puts up a protest that he didn’t throw them out, while Even looks on, at first baffled, then amused. Look how fond Even is! He’s so happy that he was worthy of Isak kicking out his friends. That for all the cool Isak was playing it with Chiller hjemme, he was just as desperate to see Even as Even was to see him.

And look at that malfunctioning wink he gives! He’s adorable. Like you know he’s thinking how lucky he is that he gets to be with Isak, that he’s so happy at this moment in time.

The way Tarjei plays Isak’s feeble protests about throwing out his friends is so cute. He’s almost a little squeaky, his body language is young.

Even is like, wow, I guess this is a good time to drop in that we totally had sex.

I want to highlight Mahdi’s reaction, because he is fucking delighted by this news.

Isak is a little shocked, a little embarrassed, because holy shit Even is talking about their sex life in front of his friends?? But he’s also like … oh yeah, Even and I had sex, and that’s pretty cool. AND everyone here is cool with it, and that’s also cool.

Headcanon: Magnus actually has no idea what Even meant by “it’s a good thing you guys weren’t there” but he’s going to laugh along with everyone else and ask Jonas about it later.

Magnus and Even hug when the boys leave and my soul ascends. It’s beautiful. It’s so sweet, Even looks so happy, Magnus is so lovable here, like he’s saying, welcome to the family! Adorable. Even Isak has to smile a little at that even though his phone is ringing. I love Magnus/Even hugs and I will die on the hill of that friendship.

Jonas doesn’t actually say much in this scene. Maybe just because Magnus running his mouth dominates the scene, but you could interpret it as Jonas being a little more cautious than the others, because he is Team Isak first and foremost and he wants to get a read on this guy who’s been running hot and cold with his friends the past few weeks. Can he trust Even? Like he’s not going to be a jerk or anything, Jonas is a chill guy, but he’s going to scope out Even and make sure he’s good enough for his bro Isak.

Man, Even’s mood changes so fast when Isak say it’s Sonja who’s calling. He goes into scarily efficient panic mode. He shuts that shit down fast. Imagine what’s going through his mind? He was just SO happy about meeting Isak’s friends and bragging about them boning, and now here’s Sonja as a reminder that she’s going to ruin everything.

I mean, from his perspective, I also get why he’d be annoyed? He’s broken up with her and she’s trying to interfere with his life. She’s trying to tell Isak personal, sensitive information about him, something that should be private and his story to tell. Now it is possible that she knew something more - for instance, maybe she had been contacted by Even’s parents because they were worried about him, as he hadn’t been home much. In that case, I think her contacting Isak is more justified, especially if Even wasn’t responding to her texts or calls. But the idea that she’s calling Isak just to tell him about Even’s mental illness is not great. It’s extra not great if she was going to at some point include the whole “he doesn’t really love you” bit of information.

Isak is of course flabbergasted not only by why Sonja is calling him, but how Even’s mood changed so fast. I remember people were making serial killer jokes after this scene and suggesting that Even’s big secret was that he was a murderer and I mean ... there’s an AU for you.

“She wants to control you.” Uhhh, what? Again, Isak is confused. Nothing Even is saying makes sense. Because Isak doesn’t know Sonja, how the hell can she “control” him? This is also just such an over-the-top thing to say. Even could have said something like, “She just can’t handle that I broke up with her,” to get Isak to not pay attention to her. But instead he’s making Sonja’s sound something a step above in terms of nefariousness, like she’s a Bond villain.

I like that little tongue gesture Henrik does here, it’s like a tip-off that Even is lying or hiding something. Also his eyes are locked onto Isak, as if trying to make sure Isak buys what Even is selling.

Isak is not buying what Even is selling. Instead, he is making a lot of memeable faces.

Why would Sonja control Isak, of all people? Because she does not like people who live free and are genuine, according to Even - a nod to Even maybe not taking his medication, perhaps? We never hear more about this or Even’s treatment plan regarding his mental illness. Or else it’s just a reference to Sonja trying to monitor stuff like Even drinking and smoking weed. In any case, it’s a strange, confusing statement.

Even just goes in for a kiss, taking Isak off guard. Which is probably the intent. Get Isak’s mind off the Sonja incident with Even affection. Put him at ease, show him Even’s feelings for him.

I don’t want to attribute everything Even does here to being manic, because Even does do some impulsive or TMI stuff when he’s not manic. I mean, one of the first things he said to Isak was about sucking dicks. Dude is not shy about posting sex pics to IG and post-coital tissues on YouTube. But I do think you can see how being manic may influenced his behavior in this scene. He drops a sex comment and kisses Isak in ways that seem impulsive. If the kitchen scene shows him exhibiting signs of mania, then this one does too, especially considering he must have booked the suite later that night, and his texts after this clip make him seem like his mind is racing.

Isak is super surprised by that kiss. They’re basically alone in the stairwell so he doesn’t really freak out, but you know he was startled and panicked by that. Not to mention Even’s very strange behavior and answers that don’t really answer anything.

Even tells him how hot he is. Again, a distraction. Again an attempt to show Isak how much he cares. Isak is very confused but also flattered and a little horny, let’s be real.

Put yourself in Even’s mind during this. Sonja is potentially about to ruin everything. I feel like Even was aware that maybe there was an expiration date on this relationship. It’s interesting because part of his behavior with the songs and emojis and suite seem like mania, it’s just too much. But some of it isn’t that abnormal for a teenager in love, someone who is head over heels and in the flush of a new relationship. And some of it feels like a kid who is scared to lose someone, so he overcompensates to make the most of the time they do have and to try to convince his boyfriend that he does love him. That if Sonja tries to say his feelings aren’t real, Even can convince Isak otherwise. He wants to hang on to Isak so much.

This was a huge week for theorizing as you might guess. I think some people were still believing that Even was a creep and a two-timer, but more people were coming around to the idea that he was mentally ill (and bipolar in particular). It made sense with the hints dropped throughout the season. With this clip I remember more certainty from the fandom that Even was manic, because even Isak seems thrown by Even’s strange behavior.

Clip 4 - The hotel scene that destroyed us

15:15 - 1:01

Here we fucking go!!!!

Listen, I can completely understand why the hotel scene is traumatizing and hard to watch for people. Because it traumatized me too. However, it’s one of my favorite scenes of the season nevertheless. Everything about it is superb.

I’m pretty sure this is one of the only Skam clips to feature not just a starting point, but an end point. Some of that is surely because of how the clip stretches over one night, but it also gives it kind of a foreboding feeling, personally? Like …. This clip has an end point. Something’s coming to an end. (And it’s also the title of the clip, calling attention to the period of time.)

If you were watching this season in real time, you can remember when the clip went up, the events were still “happening” in real time for hours afterwards and it made everyone freak out that Even was leaving the hotel naked that moment, Isak was wandering the streets that moment…

We see Isak at Kaffebrenneriet. I’m not sure if it’s the KB that Henrik Holm worked at but I think Julie got the idea from that, just like she had Even work there in S4 because of Henrik. (Who remembers the fandom when Henrik was still working at KB and all of a sudden fans starting taking pictures of him at work?)

Isak is sitting there by himself, waiting for Even, looking out the window, until he starts to write a text to his mom. I feel like Isak was psyching himself up to write this text, it wasn’t spur of the moment. Especially with how long it was and how he seemed to know what to say, other than a few pauses.

But he’s writing this text message because of Sana! I mean, not just because of Sana, obviously, he has to come out to his mom eventually. But his talk with her has given him the courage to face this moment. He’s taking her words, about God creating everyone to be of equal worth, and applying them in this situation with his mom. That’s why he phrases it like this. He even hesitates just a little bit as he’s typing that part, as if he’s trying to remember what Sana said or phrase it similar to how she did.

He’s also writing this thinking that he and Even will be going to the Christmas concert together next week, and perhaps he wants to tell his mom ahead of time instead of springing it on her. Just in case she does get upset.

But actually, how much did Isak think that through? Because we know he thinks he’s better off without mentally ill people around him, and he’d be introducing Even to his mentally ill mom. That’s a HUGE step. Isak doesn’t know Even is mentally ill at this point; he’s counting on Even being OK with Isak’s mom and not thinking she’s weird. He’s counting on himself not to feel embarrassed or ashamed of her. So I do think the the concert comment had a lot to do with annoying his dad, but I wonder if, had they not been separated at the time, Isak would have really asked Even to go with him. I can see it both ways.

Again, he comes out to his mom by telling he’s been with a guy - what he has been doing. Not that he’s gay - what he is. I think it’s especially important in this case with his mom how he phrases this - perhaps he thinks it’s better that she not see him as inherently something she might not approve of.

In the script, Isak writes that he thinks he’s gay. On the one hand, I like him making the shift and being able to say that about himself in a text to his mom, of all people, since that makes it even more of a pivotal character moment. But him saying it in terms of dating a guy rather than being gay is consistent with how he comes out to everyone else throughout the season.

It really hurts that Isak says, “Sorry if it makes you sad.” I totally get why he says that, considering his mom’s condition and his dad suggesting that knowledge of Isak’s boyfriend would make her “stressed,” but it still hurts. No kid should have to apologize to their parents for “Making them sad” just by existing and being gay.

“Hugs from Isak.” Babyyyyyyy.

He pauses before he sends the text. For understandable reasons.

This is a really important moment in itself, obviously. Isak is reaching out to his mom on his own, after being on the receiving end of her Bible-quoting texts for God knows how long, and presumably not responding. He’s being proactive and so, so brave in this scene. He knows there is risk in telling his mom that he’s dating a guy, but he does it anyway, with a clear head and some conviction in what he’s saying.

Isak’s mom doesn’t respond until the following day. Do you think she needed some time to process the text? It’s possible she just didn’t check her phone right away, and narratively her response has more impact if it comes right when Isak is at a low point and could use some words of support. Plus, it would have interrupted the flow of the hotel scene. But within the story, she might have needed some time to take in the information. I mean, we know Isak’s mom loves and accepts him. But it is possible that the news took her by surprise, and that she wasn’t sure how to react. Or maybe she did get “stressed” and needed to think it over or consider how she would respond.

I love that we see this whole text being typed. It’s just a scene of a text being written. Most shows wouldn’t consider this worthy drama to depict, but Skam does. We go through this process with Isak and it’s so immersive. We are there in his mindset.

And actually, I never thought about how acting this out would be? Obviously you have to strike the right balance of emotion, but you have to type for a while so you probably have to memorize the text so you can type it out for the right length of time and perhaps with convincing finger placement. Isak pauses at several points so he probably needed to remember to include pauses, and then the graphics team syncs up the text on screen. But it seems like kind of a challenge for an actor. You need to make this mundane moment compelling.

Isak rests after sending this text (or not since he’s probably thinking of how she could respond) but not for long because Sonja texts him. Sonja waited until now to text him, by the way, not right after the phone call yesterday. Probably she just waited until she thought Isak and Even might no longer be together (physically).

I don’t know if saying “Even’s Sonja” is just a simple way of identifying herself as the girl who Isak would know through Even, or if this is a way of saying she’s still with Even, not quite believing that they’re broken up.

This adds to the tension since Even is clearly hiding something at this point and Sonja knows something we don’t. However, Isak and we the viewers don’t really have time to process her text, because guess who knocks on the glass? It’s Even! And he and Isak are wearing like the exact same outfit, lmao. OK, not the same outfit, but similar colors. It’s like they’re mirroring each other here, with their outfits and the fact that they’re not just face to face, but there’s glass between them, making it seem even more like a reflection.

Henrik is fucking adorable in this scene, by the way. Look at that little head tilt as if to say “come outside”! And Isak instantly relaxes and smiles, no thoughts of his mom or Sonja, because here is Even. Even who makes his heart warm and who is so happy to see him. Here to make everything better.

The heart!!!! It’s the cheesiest, most beautiful thing in the fucking world! They improvised this moment on set, apparently, and I don’t know if it was Julie or Henrik or Tarjei or random grip #2 but bless whoever had the bright idea for the heart.

HE DRAWS A LITTLE I INSIDE OF IT

HIS WINK IS THE CUTEST. This is possibly the most darling Even is in the entire series. He’s bursting with happiness and love.

Isak is sooooo happy, too, guys! He has this dreamy boyfriend who clearly adores him! After going through the motions with girls, here’s a real relationship with someone who’s showering him with affection.

Isak is not happy, however, when Even tries to kiss him outside, looking around to who might be nearby. He might have been OK with a peck in front of Eskild and Noora (and he obviously wasn’t expecting it then, either) but on the street? In front of like … other people??? It’s understandable. He’s newly out of the closet to anyone, to the people he truly cares about. But being casually out and affectionate to his boyfriend in front of total strangers, where anyone can see them … he’s not ready for that. And that’s fine, and Even seems a little confused, but he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. Isak actually leans in just a bit for a moment, as if to say, I want to kiss you but not here, and Even seems to go along with that. He’s so damn happy to see Isak that it’s fine. To be honest, I think his mind is racing at this point and he might not even understand what just happened, but it’s good, it’s cool. Isak is here, that means all is well. He just looks at Isak and smiles with fondness.

He’s also so excited about this suite. He kind of draws out telling Isak about it, just a bit, and Isak doesn’t take it too seriously for a second, until he sees that Even is not kidding.

Even does his Even thing and just walks away backwards, mysteriously. Isak is like, why you always walking backwards like that? This line is not in the script so I would not be surprised if Tarjei improvised it, lol. But that Even, doing the most. Always favoring the drama of his exit rather than where he’s going.

“Daddy I love him!” is the place where it cuts off and it might be coincidence, but here’sanother opportunity to say that both Isak and Even are in looooove. Like I think Even knows already, and maybe this night, before shit goes down, is where it really starts to sink in that it’s looooove for Isak. I also think it’s possible Isak starts to realize it once he thinks he’s lost Even. I don’t know! Their relationship is so rich with content, you could point to any number of scenes and be like, ah yes, that is where they fell in love/realized they were in love.

The Danish receptionist! One of the few adults on Skam, and a nod to the Danish Skam fandom.

Look at Isak kinda trailing behind Even and hanging back just a bit, watching Even confidently check into his suite. It has to be a little nerve-wracking, right? This is a big gesture. But also, look at him watch Even and be like, wow, my boyfriend got us a suite. He did this for us. Even is spoiling Isak.

So Even has his own credit/debit card and is using it to book the suite, right? Since he shows his ID, that means he didn’t borrow (or “borrow”) a card from his parents? How expensive is this suite, anyway? On the hotel website it says to contact the hotel for rates for their signature suites, which seems like a sign that it’s pricey. And checking Expedia, the regular suites were in like the $700-$800 range, so it’s got to be more than that.

They don’t really go into what happened with Even booking this expensive suite and apparently ordering lots of room service and champagne, but it’s something that really makes me wince. I’m not sure what would have happened, if Even’s parents took care of the expenses afterwards, or if Even had enough funds to cover it.

By the way, this is the suite they stay in. It’s the Polar Suite at the Radisson Blu in Oslo, which I know has been visited by Skam fans. It looks like the Skam crew perhaps moved some of the furniture around for filming.

Even’s delivery of this whole conversation with the receptionist is cute, really. Isak watches him, a little proud and charmed. And a little like lmao, this is weird. But I really like the inclusion of this conversation, because it suggests that Even is manic but it’s not like … over the top. It’s harmless enough that you could just take Even as being a very extroverted, friendly guy, who likes films and Danish things and is really happy about getting to check into a hotel to bone his boyfriend. All of that is true! There’s just something about it, though, the intensity, the talkativeness. For me it was that the Even we saw in this episode was a few notches above normal, from what we’d seen of him in earlier episodes. More hyper. Burning more brightly.

As you might guess, Brothers and Antichrist are well-regarded Danish films, and Stjerner uden hjerner (Stars without brains) is a flop and one of the worst films ever, apparently. Antichrist is directed by Lars von Trier who’s one of the starters of the Dogme 95 filmmaking movement, the manifesto of which is shown on the Evak apartment wall in S4. So Even’s probably a big fan.

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but Even’s film taste is really varied! He can talk about Romeo + Juliet and Pretty Woman, he has Star Wars posters, he likes artsy depressing Danish cinema. He knows his shit.

I want Even to talk Star Wars with whoever in Kollektivet owns that Star Wars mug we saw in episode 7.

I kind of feel like Even asking Isak whether he likes Denmark is similar to him prompting Isak to catch his Pretty Woman references in the kitchen scene or in the burgers scene. His mind is flying and he’s expecting Isak to keep up. I’m not sure Isak is keeping up with the Danish film talk but he’s charmed by Even’s enthusiasm.

EVEN INTRODUCING ISAK AS HIS BOYFRIEND, WOW. WOWWWW. Earlier this week Isak was like, “We’re not official.” Son, you thought wrong.

I mean, this has to be a little awkward for Isak, too, because surely this Danish receptionist knows now that he and Even are going upstairs to, well, fuck, and though I’m sure she doesn’t care, for Isak his sexuality is being made public and I can see how, for a guy who’s afraid to kiss in public, it would be a little overwhelming? But also, this has got to be one of the best moments in Isak’s life. Even is showing him off as his boyfriend and talking about how handsome he is. Tarjei plays that blushing pride so well. You can almost ignore that Even’s being a little TMI - not that he’s saying anything inappropriate, but that he’s just volunteering more information than necessary, unprompted. And that he keeps talking. He could probably have talked to this receptionist all day if he didn’t have an Isak to take to a suite.

Isak’s reaction to Even calling him beautiful (”Isn’t this man beautiful?”) is utterly fucking cute. He just rolls with it, plays with it. He’s having a good time.

ISN’T THIS MAN BEAUTIFUL? Magic words, let’s be real.

Even says, “Very beautiful” in Danish but you can understand why people would interpret it as “My beautiful” since he was just speaking in English and it sounds exactly the same.

ISAK IS NUMB WITH HAPPINESS

NUMB WITH HAPPINESS

Oh, Isak. I’m glad you got to feel this good in this moment, at least. He’s with his cute boyfriend who’s showering him with gifts, affection, and compliments. He must feel like a king. How did he get so lucky to find someone like Even? That Even chose Isak?

THIS FUCKING SCENE

The way the scene in the elevator is shot is so beautiful. Isak and Even ascending, looking down at Oslo, leaving it behind to go to their own private world. The constant movement of the elevator, slow and steady, makes it feel so calm.

There’s this one shot where they both look out the window where I personally read it as some awkwardness, like they’ve been fooling around all week and getting boners from stuff that happened in the shower but there’s some nerves in like … getting a hotel room on their own and what might happen there. And this utterly beautiful kiss from Even on Isak’s cheek, which feels like he’s not just trying to show Isak how much he cares, but soothe him and make this less nerve-wracking. And then that hug while Even kisses the other cheek, before they finally, finally kiss each other on the mouth.

Isak raises his eyebrows before the kiss and it’s just. All so good. Like this moment is just as intimate as what follows. They couldn’t kiss in public, but they can kiss here, in their own little space, alone together. And with their outfits and the positioning of the kiss, they’ve never seemed so in sync, like they’re two halves of a whole.

Skam’s music game is at its best here. “High for This” by The Weeknd is a phenomenal choice because that double meaning is sharrrrrrp. This song is apparently about drugs but it sounds like it could apply to sex, too. Personally, I do think that these lyrics apply to the fact that they’re going upstairs to have sex - if you view this as a new step in their level of intimacy, then these lyrics apply to any potential nervousness. “You don’t know what’s in store/But you know what you’re here for” fit that scenario perfectly, particularly with Isak, and with Even telling him not to be scared, they’re in this together. BUT of course it hints at what will happen later in the evening, too - “You don’t know what’s in store” because Isak has no idea his night is going to end in disaster. The song itself has an unsettling feel, too, like it’s the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

I do want to talk about the sex scene here and overall how sex was portrayed in S3. Overall, Skam does right by Isak and Even in its depiction of the sexual side of their relationship. Canons often feature noticeable double standards in their portrayal of the gay couples compared to the het couples. And it’s not that a canon has to include sex scenes for anyone, including its canon gay pairings, but the thing is, there is a stigma specifically against gay sex, and a tendency to make it seem dirty or perverted, with no room for love or romance. Or the straight pairings will get explicit sex scenes, while the gay couple will get ones that are comparatively more chaste, if they even get sex scenes. Skam does a really good balancing act. Isak and Even have sex and it is not the focus of their relationship, but it’s not something that’s ignored, either. Not only that, they get sex scenes like Jonas/Eva and Noora/William did. The fact that they get sex scenes on par with the straight couples is important, because they’re not othered, they’re treated like the other romantic couples on the show.

Lmao, let’s just address it: I have heard many debates about who is topping and who is bottoming in this scene, using evidence like thigh placement etc. It’s not something I personally care about unless it’s relevant to characterization or story for whatever reason, but I don’t think people are bad for being curious or wanting to make sense of what they see on screen. Personally, I think Julie shot this scene precisely to sidestep the top/bottom discussion. This isn’t a linear sex scene, there are a bunch of edits and jumps, we only see them in closeups and not from wide shots across the room where there would be less debate over the specifics. So I can see your arguments but IDK, to me it’s a little like asking what’s in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction. It’s whatever you want it to be. (If you want to laugh at me or roll your eyes because OBVIOUSLY X topped and Y bottomed, go ahead, lol.)

(Also they were in this suite for hours, guys. And they’re horny teenagers in love who have been together only a week, and Even was likely having an increased sex drive which is a common symptom of mania. They did it more than once. Both sides could be right!)

But on that note, I love that Julie shot it this way. She focuses on their faces and their expressions, rather than the gymnastics of their bodies. Not only does it feel very intimate and emotional compared to a lot of movie and TV sex scenes that are all about the mechanics of thrusting rather than feelings, but it’s a respectful way to film a sex scene with two young actors, including a 17-year-old, who have to act out this scene together in a room full of crew members, to later be viewed by like everyone in the country (and all over the world as it turns out). The idea gives me hives, personally. Or maybe it was NBD to the actors, who knows. Another day at work!

Even’s voiceover (“How many Isaks and Evens do you think are lying like this right now?”) starts while the sex is still happening. This is one of the only scenes in Skam that is non-linear to this degree, I think? Another one is Eva and Jonas’ breakup.

Lmao, that look Isak gives as he watches Even eat his burger. That’s the look of a man who is having the time of his life.

Remember when Henrik posted about filming this scene as a farewell to 2016 and mentioned that the burgers were amazing? Quality content, bless that dude. (I’m kind of curious to know if those burgers were like, just high-quality standard burgers with the usual fixings, or if they were artisan burgers with unconventional toppings.) (I definitely did not just spend a few minutes checking out the Radisson Blu Plaza website to see if the room service menu was available online.)

This is the point where the cringe starts, and it becomes hard to watch. I feel terrible for both Isak and Even. Like I think people acknowledge how awful this was for Isak since we’re with him every step in his confusion and heartbreak, but I keep coming back to how Even is going to feel about this night once the high wears off. And that’ll happen as he’s crashing into a depressive episode, making it worse.

It’s also where the ambiguities of Even’s behavior start to lose their, well, ambiguity. Previously he acted in ways that were maybe odd but still cute or within the realm of normal behavior, such as the kitchen scene or the conversation with the receptionist, but here this conversation really isn’t something you can file away as normal. It doesn’t make sense. For instance, Even starts talking about their wedding, and I mean, I firmly support Evak becoming husbands in the future, but it’s a little forward to present that event as a certainty when the two of you are still in high school and have been together a week, no?

Isak thinks so, too, but he’s not fully weirded out right away, not really. He goes along with the wedding talk at first, because hey, he’s with his boyfriend in a fancy hotel suite and they banged and now they’re eating burgers and life is good. Sure, let’s talk about our wedding. It’s just silly, idealistic chatter. Maybe it’s even fun, like Isak is too young to get married but it’s nice thinking that he could get married to a guy in the future, now that he’s out and more comfortable in his sexuality. But it’s not serious or anything.

Again, the acting from both of them is excellent. Henrik really got to me here when I was watching it without subtitles - he gets goofier and it just feels off. Not just that he’s messing around, but that he doesn’t know he’s messing around. And of course Tarjei’s reactions to him over the course of this conversation are amazing, we see him slide gradually into knowing something is wrong.

I want to perish when I see Isak and Even looking at each other on that bed. Even cannot stop touching Isak. The tracing of his eyebrow, over and over! It’s almost like he wants to make sure Isak is real, or to preserve the memory of Isak solidly in his mind, because who knows how long Even can have him?

We cut from this conversation on the floor with the burgers, to them in bed, and it’s like Isak is recalling this talk in bed later, like there was something strange about it to him that he can’t get it out of his mind. He might be having a good time with Even but there’s a puzzle he needs to solve. But the timeline really isn’t that certain - it adds to the instability of this scene. You could possibly read the entire hotel clip as a series of moments that Isak is running in his mind later, trying to make sense of everything. Most Skam scenes are so firmly planted in the “real-time” aspect that the idea is to feel that the clips were happening at the moment of their release, which was evident if you watched the season in real time. But this clip? The one that’s got a set time frame, one that’s significant enough to recognize in the yellow title cards and the name of the clip itself on the website? The one that jumps around over a period of many hours? When I was watching it live, I was just freaking out about what happened to think much about the timeline. Watching it now, I can totally see this clip as a collection of Isak’s memories, maybe after he got home later that night and he couldn’t sleep. All a blur of love and chaos.

Even some of the cuts on the floor feel disjointed, or they aren’t smooth. Like Even goes from talking about the wedding to suddenly having a champagne glass in his hand.

These sound effects also make things uneasy and unstable. Not in an over-the-top-way, but enough to make you aware of them and how they’re intruding on what could be a cute scene.

There was also supposed to be the scene of them in the shower mixed in here. Just imagine that gorgeous image of them under the water together! And then imagine it with the creepy music over it, or cutting to it like we do to Isak staring at Even in bed with fear in his eyes.

Even says that they’ll dress as God and Julius Caesar for their wedding, so they can get married in the clothes they were wearing when they first kissed. It’s pretty sappy! But kind of cute, right? Again, just silly conversation, fun to relive the memory of that night.

It’s when Even starts to talk about showing up naked that the joke starts to go too far, get too serious, too weird. Have you ever been messing around and laughing with friends and then someone takes a funny idea and keeps going further with it, until it’s a little too intense and you’re like, all right, it’s done, let’s leave it? That’s what this is. Especially because Even is really getting into this. Isak can be like “lol Even” at first when Even starts talking about going everywhere naked - because that’s still part of the joke, right? Except Even keeps going, recapping the ending of Pretty Woman. And Isak doesn’t know Pretty Woman, so this all seems baffling, but Even expects Isak to get it. Because Even knows Pretty Woman and therefore Isak should know Pretty Woman, obviously Isak will keep up with him.

When Even says “Princess Vivian!” it’s kind of cute, but in this context it’s like he doesn’t realize how he sounds to himself. It’s like when you remember something funny and start laughing out loud, and the people around you are confused as to what’s so funny.

They cut to Isak in bed after “Princess Vivian!”, looking dramatically less happy, more concerned, because this is the point where Even really loses Isak and the dread starts to sink in. We notably don’t see Even’s face like we did in the previous jump, because Even has locked us out at this point. He’s lost us, too.

Speaking of Pretty Woman, as I mentioned earlier, Even most likely got the idea for the suite from Pretty Woman in the first place. If you’ve seen the movie, Richard Gere’s character is on a business trip, and he pays Julia Roberts’ character to stay with him while he’s there, and most of the movie they’re staying in this luxury penthouse suite. He’s been romancing Isak this week with cues from that movie - making everything for Isak for breakfast, renting a suite, detailing his proposal plan that’s straight out of the movie’s ending. He is literally trying to capture a movie romance with Isak.

“The whole joke is that you think it’s a Romeo and Juliet reference but you don’t get that until you enter the balcony.” Isn’t that what’s happening here? We were so sure this love story was Romeo and Juliet, but now Even’s all about Pretty Woman. Romeo + Juliet, a tragedy, perhaps represents more of his depressive tendencies while the references to Pretty Woman, a comedy, spring up while he is manic.

But speaking of the connection drawn between the two and how they both feature famous balcony scenes, the fandom had so many theories about how Isak was going to reunite with Even on a balcony in the next episode, like maybe he would climb up the stairs to Even’s apartment. People also suggested the stairs on Even’s loft bed, like maybe Isak would climb them to see with Even while he was depressed and couldn’t get out of bed.

The “naked in a tie” thing is also from a scene in Pretty Woman, although it’s not the ending. Even’s kind of jumbling a lot of the film’s moments together, making it more confusing even if you have seen the movie.

Again, amazing acting! Henrik keeps selling it; Even isn’t a caricature, just a heightened version of himself, still Even and not an offensive depiction of a craaaAAAaazy person. He never feels like he’s overplaying, he’s just taking it far enough, in a way that feels natural.

Tarjei’s facial expressions are excellent as piece by piece he realizes that something is wrong. Even has already lost Isak with him rambling, Isak is hanging by his fingernails trying to keep up. Especially when Even wants Isak to complete the quote, and Isak is just totally lost, but he offers the smallest, weakest smile. And Even is impatient and wants Isak to keep up, he thinks this is something Isak should know.

“I’ll save you right back.” Cool, I’m flinging myself into the sun right now.

They did save each other! Even is the catalyst for Isak coming out and becoming an authentic version of himself - as he tells Eva later, even if it doesn’t work out with Even, he’s so happy he met him for this reason - and Isak is able to save Even before he hurts himself in O Helga Natt, as well as pulling him out of some of his worst ideas about himself - Isak can’t “save” Even from his depression but he’s able to get through to him with the “minutt by minutt” approach, and it’s because of Isak that Even can break out of a stagnant relationship where he doesn’t feel he can stand on his own.

I’m not sure Even literally wants Isak to rescue him from his mental illness, or something like that, but I think he wants to be accepted by him. The part where he’s like “It’s one of my dreams!” - Even is fantasizing about another epic movie ending, except interestingly, he’s changed his tune from thinking a romance needs to end in death for it to be epic. Here it’s like, with Isak, he can see the light. But there’s also something really vulnerable about it, how he longs for that type of love and acceptance.

The way the camera lingers on Isak’s face at the end, as it sinks in, then he looks back to Even, breaks my heart. He’s probably drawing a slight connection between Even and his mom. Now it seems like Isak’s mom has a different mental illness than Even, but it’s possible Isak recognizes similar behavior, such as expecting Isak to know something that isn’t grounded in reality and doesn’t make sense. In any case, he recognizes that this isn’t Even just being weird, or love-drunk, or whatever.

And it doesn’t help that the freaky tense music starts at the end, right before we cut back to Isak and Even lying in bed. We hear the question from Even again: “How many Isaks and Evens are lying in bed like this, right now?”

Actually, that really makes the burgers scene like a flashback, because it’s asked first at the end of the sex scene, and then again here, and it makes what happens in the middle (sitting on the floor eating burgers) seem like it happened earlier, and those shots of Even tracing Isak’s eyebrow in bed and such are when Isak reflects on this conversation. (To clarify: sex -> burgers -> lying in bed -> Even touching Isak and Isak looking at him with some concern thinking about how off the wedding talk was -> Even asks, “How many Isaks and Evens are lying in bed like this right now?”)

I don’t know if I over-explained that or if the whole scene is really obvious, lol. I think no matter what, this scene is edited in a way that is supposed to be a little hazy in order to add to the unease.

Heh, I do notice that Even’s hand placement doesn’t match up with the shots focused on him versus the shots focused on Isak.

Isak looks like he’s about to fall asleep in this scene. I wonder why? 🤔

Isak seems so pleased to answer the question, though. Even has really considered Isak’s worldview regarding parallel universes, hasn’t he? And what a gorgeous, heart-stopping thing to say, of course, that Isak and Even are together in infinite universes. This motif is one of my favorite parts of S3. It’s lovely and romantic but also vulnerable, and it doesn’t feel like some generic platitude? Like plenty of romances in media will have the characters make grand, sweeping statements, but many times they’re just the usual dialogue, empty words. When Isak and Even talk about parallel universes, it’s not just a cute idea - it is a concept that ends up profoundly affecting them, telling us about their personalities, becoming a lifeline when it seems they can’t be together in this universe, and turning into a core idea for their relationship. It’s incredibly specific and it adds texture to the entire narrative, not just a scene or two.

The way Even says “In infinite time?” with the utterly love-struck look on his face KILLS me. He loves this idea, because he’s a romantic soul, but he’s also looking for reassurance, because deep down he has doubts that it all will be OK.

The way Even’s face changes between the two shots freaks me out. First he’s glowing with happiness, his eyes full of love, and then he’s just … blank. Like Henrik was able to turn off the light. He looks dead inside. It’s alarming how fast Even switched moods, it really is. And we didn’t even see the transformation in action, since we cut to Isak’s face between shots. Imagine how it looked to Isak to see the happiness drain from Even.

And then Even comes out with just this deeply depressing comment. The only way to have something for infinity is by losing it. It sounds strange but there’s a certain logic to it. When you lose something, it remains that way in your memory. Imagine if Even loses Isak here. He will always have this moment, where they’re together and full of love and happy, where everything is basically perfect. But if Even holds on to Isak, he must know that the truth will come out, and everything will be tarnished. That’s how I interpret his remark, anyway.

In any case, Isak realizes how terrifying this comment is, how upsetting it is to have Even talk about losing something. He sounds very fatalistic. Like loss is inevitable. As someone who has dealt with depression, this part hit hard. I think everyone is capable of these pessimistic ideas at times, but for people with depression, these terrible, lonely ideas can be deeply embedded in your psyche, to the point where thinking of them feels as natural as breathing. They become part of your core as a person and it’s hard to overwrite them.

Isak tells Even not to say stuff like that because Isak is genuinely scared, and a little bit of Even comes back to himself. Just a little, though, a tiny bit of warmth. He gives a small smile and tells Isak he’s just kidding. Obviously he is not kidding, but he doesn’t want Isak to worry. This little smile is for Isak’s benefit.

Isak really isn’t buying it, but he’s tired and so his eyes close. Even touches his mouth, end me with that intimacy, JFC.

ARRRRGH THAT FUCKING MUSIC

I was a wreck watching this scene for the first time. I remember that Rogue One was released not long after this episode and I walked out out of the theater like, “yeah, the third act of that movie was suspenseful and all, but it had nothing on that scene of a guy taking a shower in the background while his boyfriend sleeps.”

For some reason I thought Even might try to jump out of the window??? Even though many hotel rooms do not allow you to open the windows wide enough to fit through, for good reason. Or I thought Even was going to hurt himself in some way. Him walking out naked was almost tame to what I had feared, but then I was like, “Phew, he just walked out naked .... HOLY SHIT HE WALKED OUT NAKED.”

The editing here is clearly similar to Noora’s blackout in S2.8, another traumatic scene that had people freaking out over what happened. The fact that the screen is just black for several seconds, to the point you might wonder if the video has frozen, and then cuts to the activity in the room, makes it so fractured and confusing.

This actually simulates Isak’s grogginess, perhaps? The blackouts are him drifting in and out of consciousness. You know how when you’re mostly asleep but vaguely aware of stuff happening around you? Especially because Even’s out of focus, it’s like Even’s doing stuff but Isak is too sleepy to really take in what. The sound and the movement are enough to rouse him, but not make him entirely alert until it’s too late..

The blackouts also make the timeline very distorted. For instance, how long was it between Even lying down for a second and him running around the suite again? Did Isak fully go back to sleep? This whole thing must have seemed like a dream.

That Isak is sleeping peacefully in the foreground while Even is messing around in the background, out of focus … it’s just so eerie. Not getting a clear glimpse of him makes it worse because you’re not sure what’s going on. And the thing is, he’s just taking a shower, it seems? Nothing that weird in itself. Except that he’s doing this while Isak is asleep. And because it’s late. And because the show has built up the tension and planted all kinds of questions that haven’t been answered, and by now you have realized something is happening with Even, so even an innocuous act like this puts you on edge.

The sound editing is very good. Even’s clanging around is loud and sharp, it’s jarring. He’s just walking around making noise, like … what the hell is he doing?

Isak voices our concerns, asking Even if he ever sleeps, as it should be apparent to us by now that Even’s sleep schedule is out of whack. Even manages to temporarily keep Isak’s question at bay with a kiss on the cheek and a cute comment about Isak looking hot. Isak makes a sleepy, content sound, and Even touches his face again and lies beside him. But only for a moment. The fact that he lies there looking at him but gets up so quickly and decisively is unnerving. It’s like he can’t lie there, that even with Isak lying there looking like a snack, there’s too much rustling under Even’s skin and he can’t stay still.

Remember the baby/Evy debate? When this clip aired, apparently the official Norwegian captions had Isak referring to Even as “Evy” while other people heard “baby.” Julie Andem herself had to show a snippet of the script to prove it was “baby.”

But Isak calling a boy his “baby”? Character development! Interesting how he just breaks out the terms of endearment so quickly. He just wants Even to lie down with him in this comfortable big bed and enjoy this time together.

Isak finally wakes up more thoroughly when Even says he’ll get McDonald’s, because obviously it is pretty damn late to be getting burgers. I don’t know how late McD’s is open in Norway but uhhhh, not that typical to just leave your naked boyfriend and grab snacks this late, especially when you’ve been gorging on the superior room service burgers.

And you know, generally you have clothes on.

This part shocked me on first watch and I still have trouble watching it now. I can make it through the burger conversation without peeking through my eyes, but I have to look away when Even walks out naked. I just feel SO BAD for him. I feel completely terrible for Even throughout these final episodes. It’s a humiliating thing to do, to go out in public naked, even if you can laugh about it later. And he left Isak alone, confused and scared, and ended up getting picked up by the cops. Of all the ways that Isak could have learned that Even was bipolar, there’s not much that could have been worse.

Plus it’s cold enough that they’re wearing scarves and coats. I mean, this did air in early December in Norway. And Even’s also potentially got wet hair from the shower. Very much not optimal conditions for nudity.

This is also apparently not a great part of Oslo? Or it’s an area that makes Isak concerned for Even in itself, he’s concerned that Even will get beat up in this part of town.

Kudos to Henrik for doing this scene, though, because it’s about the most un-sexy nude scene you could do. Also props to Julie for keeping the moment short rather than making it exploitative, like we’re not here to gawk at the mentally ill person’s nude antics. We’re concerned that Even is in trouble. (I remember after this scene, the fandom’s reaction to the sex or Even’s bare ass was tiny compared to everyone having a collective meltdown over Isak and Even’s well-being.)

I think the fact that the glimpse of him walking out is so short adds to the effect, too. Did we just see what we thought we saw? Did Isak see what he thinks he did? Like you just see him lift his head and stare at the empty doorway in confusion. I’ve seen YouTube reactions to this part where the reactor is clearly like, “Wait, what??”

This scene is brilliant in putting you in Isak’s shoes. The fact that we don’t see Even actually leave the room naked, that there’s a pause as we wait for the slam of the door and then we realize exactly what happened, that this is really happening … that’s what it’s like for Isak. And the way Isak runs to the door, wrapped in the covers, looking out after Even and then taking a moment to process it all. Isak doesn’t know why Even just did that, he just know that everything has flipped upside down with the slam of a door.

Let’s appreciate that in all his confusion, though, that Isak has the foresight to grab Even’s clothes before he runs out looking for him.

Tarjei’s so good in this scene. Isak presses both buttons for the elevator and then again when they don’t come fast enough, because he’s panicking and every second that goes by means Even gets farther away. When the elevator is arriving, he gets RIGHT up to the door and stands there and waits for it, like the extra second he would have wasted standing farther back is too precious to lose.

One of the moments that makes my stomach churn is when Isak gets out in the lobby and he asks the receptionist where he (Even) went. There’s no need for Isak to explain what’s happening. No need to describe who he’s looking for. They know exactly who he means, meaning that yeah, this situation is real and it is bad. The hotel staff are gathered around, worried. They’re probably in shock. IDK, I imagine you see a lot of shit go down when you work in a hotel, but guests going naked through the lobby out into the cold is probably rare enough that it gets your attention. Who knows exactly what Even said or did when he was leaving, too?

But Isak just runs out, not wasting any time. You do have to hand it to this kid for handling this crisis in the moment probably as best as he could. He has one objective and that’s to find Even and keep him safe.

I’ve often thought, from an AU perspective, what would have happened if Isak caught up to Even on the street or found him on his own. I think it might have been better for both of them even if the police arrived, since Isak would at least get to see Even again, and maybe not hear what Sonja says later. But maybe not? Maybe the situation would have been too much for Isak to handle and things would have been ever worse. It’s an interesting what-if scenario.

Isak knows it’s time to call Sonja. From Sonja’s perspective, she’s probably thinking that of course this is what happens when she’s not there to take control. That Isak is in way over his head and not equipped to deal with this. Even though she and Even are broken up, this has to be one of her worst fears, Even in danger. And that’s part of why it’s so easy to take out her feelings on Isak.

The fact that the streets are so empty as we follow Isak on his futile search makes it even bleaker. Especially that final image of Isak at a distance, small, looking around. The people passing by looking at him, noticing this kid carrying a bundle and looking distressed. If the streets are so empty, it should be easier to find Even since he’ll stand out, and be safe from any crowds, but that Even isn’t there makes you wonder where the hell he could be.

Poor Isak. Look at his huge sigh of relief when Sonja tells him that the police have Even so he’s safe. That was his only concern, making sure Even was okay. Questions can come afterwards.

Sonja, however, looks pissed, like she’s sizing up Isak and wondering how he can let this happen.

Confession: now I have to say, this scene with Sonja really surprised me the first time I saw it. Because I know there were a lot of people hating on her beforehand and suspecting the worst - she’s abusing Even, she’s stealing his medication, she’s a witch - but I figured she was probably just worried about him and trying her best. I thought she had good intentions, and that some of Even’s complaints about her were exaggerated, because from his perspective, she was the enemy. He was biased. And Sonja does have good intentions. But from this scene, it is clear that her POV of Even’s mental illness is very flawed, and that he is not wrong about her.

I say this as a mentally ill person myself - I realized I had given too much credit to Sonja’s POV and not enough to Even’s. I had somewhat downplayed his complaints against her in my mind, because she had “good intentions.” Frankly, it was ableist of me, and as someone who’s gone through mental health issues, it was sobering. Especially because I loved Even’s character from the start and guessed that he was mentally ill early on - I felt like I should have known better, if that makes sense? Not downplayed his perspective. And I felt ashamed because I would hate for people to apply that perspective to me, were someone minimizing my complaints about a person because of my mental illness. It’s a lesson I’m glad I learned.

When Isak asks what happened, it’s like Sonja lets out all her anger. Theresa shows that moment really well. For this kid not know what the hell he’s doing, so Even got into trouble. For Isak ignoring her messages until it was too late, when she probably would have explained her perspective in a more measured way. For having to clean up this mess. For being cheated on and having her four-year relationship end because of this boy.

I can sing Tarjei’s praises endlessly. When Sonja is tearing into Isak, he’s just stunned, he’s even nodding a little as if of course what she’s saying must be true.

This part where she says Even is not in love with Isak, it’s just a sick idea in his head, though? That’s fucked up and it’s hard to justify it as just anger. Because on some level, Sonja actually believes in this, that Even’s feelings are not real. And like, I can understand why she would think this more in light of S4, when we learn about the Mikael situation, and it’s possible to see why she assumes this is another repeat of that - that Even is manic and deciding he has feelings for a boy again. With Mikael he obviously made a move on him, but was rebuffed and got back with Sonja, so why can’t it be the same this time? Sure, she might be mostly in denial over their relationship ending, and this is a grasp to rationalize things will be okay in the end, but even if that’s the case ... she still said this. The idea went through her mind.

Also, I don’t want to demonize Sonja, but I do wonder if she would have reacted this way if Even had left her for another woman. I think she would have been angry, of course, and justifiably upset, but would she have called it a “sick idea in his head”? Would she have been so quick to assume he was manic and his feelings weren’t real if Isak were a girl, or did him being a boy make it more likely for her to think that - because of the similarities to the Mikael incident, or because she wasn’t sure Even wasn’t straight, or what? To be clear, I’m not saying Sonja is a raging homophobe who thinks men being together is gross. I mean, I like the idea of her knowing Even was pansexual and being supportive, and maybe she was! But it’s also possible she lumped Even’s attraction to men in with “manic things” rather than Even just not being straight.

The flip side of that is that Even’s suicide attempt was connected to his feelings toward liking guys, and I would hope she would take that seriously. (This is why I want to know so much more about the Even/Sonja relationship, it’s incredibly interesting to me.) Whatever the case, Sonja definitely accepts Even’s feelings for Isak were real not long after this, so she reconsidered her opinion.

The fact that she lumps in Even’s feelings for Isak with him memorizing the Quran in Arabic because at the time he thought that was a good idea … yikes. That’s really dismissive. And not a great glimpse into how she views Even as a person. (Although we now know that Even was memorizing the Quran because he felt shame over the Mikael incident, so double yikes. It feels low to bring in Even’s romantic relationship with a boy and compare it to an incident where he tried to cure himself of liking boys, as if they’re equally ludicrous.)

She’s also implying that Isak is making Even’s condition worse because they’ve been smoking, which is not fair. That’s Even’s fault if he’s smoking, it’s not Isak’s responsibility to keep him from doing so (especially when he doesn’t even know Even isn’t supposed to smoke).

Sonja asks him to stay away. I think that, despite Even’s warnings about Sonja’s POV, Isak takes her very seriously. After all, she’s the one who showed up and handled this awful situation. She’s the one who had the answers. She’s the one who has known Even for much longer than Isak has - she has a whole history with Even that Isak doesn’t know. So yeah, as Magnus points out, it is silly to listen to your boyfriend’s ex, but I completely get why Isak does.

The sirens in the background may or may not have to do with the police picking up Even, but they sure do contribute to the stress of the scene and represent Isak’s state of distress.

I wondered for a while why Sonja appears to knock into Isak, because even if she’s angry that seems a little harsh, lmao, but I realized that she’s probably grabbing Even’s clothes out of his arms.

After she leaves, Isak looks like he’s shedding a single tear but Tarjei is managing more than one, his face is just in shadow. Goddamn. I feel so bad for Isak. This amazing night ended in disaster, he’s been told that his wonderful new relationship that makes him happy and free is all fake.

I have so many questions about what happened after this from Even’s POV. Did his parents come and get him? How did he interact with Sonja?

Also, I’ve wondered what happened with the hotel, like Isak had to go back and get his things since he had his backpack there … and Sonja or someone must have gone to pick up Even’s things. (Imagine how awkward it would be to walk into the suite where your boyfriend was just sleeping with the guy he dumped you for. Though I guess she had more urgent things to worry about.)

I forgot exactly what happened but lmao other members of the production team getting angry at Julie for this scene. The fandom was distraught, I enjoy knowing that even the people making the damn show were upset.

WHO WANTS THAT PERFECT LOVE STORY ANYWAY, CLICHE, CLICHE, CLICHE

May I just say that this is the perfect song for the closing credits to just like, really twist the knife in your gut? I was already traumatized watching the clip; watching the full episode with the credits and THIS DAMN SONG OVER THEM broke me. NOT A FUCKING EXAGGERATION. Julie is a monster for using Beyoncé for evil like that.

For real, just murdering us because we were head over heels for this “perfect love story” but of fucking course something had to come and take it away! Fuck off!!!!

Isak thought he was in a perfect love story and then lost it and was told it was never real! I mean, that’s fine! Who wants that!

who wants that hero love that saves the day ... anyway ... anyway

sob

Social Media and General Comments:

This episode is the game-changer for this season, the one where we finally get answers to all those offhand comments or moments, and where certain events finally make sense. It’s a roller coaster, with the euphoria, the anticipation, the swoop in your stomach as you drop. I love it.

And this was one of the BEST weeks for social media in Skam, that I experienced, anyway. It was an example of how this format can contribute so much to the storyline and string along audience emotions.

Eskild sent some texts to Isak after the end of episode 7, noting that Even’s shoes were in the flat. Isak must have been awake since Eskild notes that he leaves him on read, but understandably does not reply.

There was a gap from the kitchen scene to the next update, which was an IG pic of Even playing FIFA in Isak’s room around 9 Friday night. I remember everyone was freaking out Saturday and Sunday waiting for the next update - did Even spend the weekend with Isak? What happened next???? And well, it was smart to keep us hanging. I mean Isak and Even were clearly busy and it was like they had their own private weekend away from us nosy fans. Julie and Mari must have been laughing at our thirst for more details.

Also Even is wearing Isak’s shirt in the pic. That’s not quite a coming out statement, unless you’re overly acquainted with Isak’s wardrobe, but it’s a sign of Isak being ever slightly more comfortable with people thinking he’s dating a guy. He’s not hiding Even. In fact, if you take into account all the rumors flying at Nissen about him and Even, Isak’s really not a giving a fuck about them anymore. Anyone can see he associates with Even by looking at his Instagram. (He’s banging Even. Who gives a shit about anything else?)

The famous shower text was this week on Monday, in which Even says he can’t concentrate in class because he’s thinking about what Isak did in the shower that morning and he has a boner. And Isak says he’ll do that shower thing again after school. They arrange to meet at KB after classes end at 15:35 and if you were in the fandom, you know all our asses were on the Skam website hitting refresh at 15:35. Alas, no clip. Mari was fucking with us. But honestly, it’s the kind of gentle trolling I can appreciate.

This shower text is likely making up for the fact that we did not get the actual shower scene between Isak and Even that was written in the script.

Kevin McHale, who played Artie on Glee, is a big Skam fan and giant Evak shipper, was once asked what he thought Isak did in the shower, only to reply with a series of salad emojis. I just think people should be aware of this. 🥗🥗🥗

Also, Isak uses a red heart emoji in this text? What a sap. And he’s so flirty and confident about his sexuality! He’s probably thrilled and happy to make plans to continue shower activities!

Eskild snapped a pic of Isak and Even looking cute and sends it to the Kollektivet group chat. Linn seems oblivious and asks if Isak is gay now. I like to imagine that Isak and Even have been making out on every surface the last few days, well within her view, and she just hasn’t been paying attention. However, she and Noora agree that the boys look good.

Isak has a line here asking Eskild not to post it anywhere, because they’re not official or anything. Makes you think how damn great it would have been for him to hear Even introduce him as his boyfriend to the hotel receptionist. But also, lmao, Isak, you know Even is like 10 minutes away from putting a ring on it, right? Not official my ass.

It’s completely understandable that he doesn’t want it posted publicly, that is a pretty big step and we know he’s not comfortable with PDA. A pic of Even playing FIFA is one thing, a cuddle pic? Very big move. (But also, makes you wonder if Isak can’t help but be a little insecure and wonder if Even is going to bail on him again. I hope not! They seem very settled throughout this week. They can even joke about breaking up over Even’s musical taste and not have it be weird.)

The picture Eskild shares is from that string of cuddle pics that Mari gave up and posted during the last episode, so Eskild was like, having a whole-ass photo shoot.

On Wednesday, Even says he doesn’t like his own bed because he’s used to Isak’s, so he’s probably been sleeping at Isak’s since Friday night.

Isak is behind on studying, HMMM I WONDER WHY

Isak is confident enough to drop a link to the Mikael video, but also insecure enough to do it? Like there’s definitely an inquiry there in “Who is Mikael” that’s not casual, you know Isak wants to know if Mikael was Even’s ex or something. And Mikael is also no longer in the picture, even as a friend, so Isak has nothing to go on. Even kinda dodges the question by making a joke about how he’s the previous man of his life, then saying Isak is the only one. Swoooooon. Even, you charming fucker.

Except after S4, this seems way more like a dodge and Even’s occasional tendency to skirt hard questions with jokes or answers that aren’t really answers. But yeah, Mikael was not someone who wanted Even back. Isak is the only one, and the person who makes Even feel something he’s never felt before.

Even “casually” exits this potentially difficult conversation by saying he’s going to shower, and those are the magic words, these kids sure love getting clean! Isak doesn’t need anything else to tell Even to come back to him. SWOOOON. That Isak just gives up and tells Even he wants him? Goddamn.

The texts from Thursday are EXCELLENT in establishing tension. Especially because “This is Even” dropped first, and we were already on edge from his weird comments in that clip about Sonja and whatever was happening there with his odd reactions.

Even suddenly decides, after yesterday’s complaints that he no longer likes his own bed, that he will sleep in his own bed tonight. Why? He says it’s so Isak can study, but does it have to do with what happened earlier with Sonja and wanting to avoid the topic? Or does it has to do with his increasing mania and lack of need for sleep? Because when he says “sleep in his own bed” we know that little sleep will be happening.

He’s also saying that Isak should get a surprise if he does well on his test, so he was also planning to book the suite that night. He sends Isak lyrics from “Bliss” by John Legend ft. Teyana Taylor, which are about jet-setting away and being surprised with luxurious gifts, so a big hint about what he has in mind for Isak’s surprise.

I recommend listening to “Bliss,” by the way, it’ll give you Evak feels.

Pure bliss Like you've got the key to my heart Simple as a touch and a kiss Never knew a feeling like this Pure bliss, pure bliss Nobody can tear us apart Baby it's as good as it gets (Kiss kiss kiss kiss) Loving you will never be hard This is pure bliss

This is how Even feels about Isak! He’s never felt this way before!

Let's run away Let's run away Our friends, say we're crazy But we can't listen baby They've never had it like this They don't know what it is

And it’s all about getting away! Even’s surprise for Isak is specifically so they can get away from everyone else, say, meddling ex-girlfriends who might want to share some sensitive information. Like does Even want to just get away from it all, or is there a part of him that thinks it’s coming to an end, and he wants to make their time together as memorable as possible?

I also think he’s trying to prove his love to Isak, trying to overcompensate, so if Sonja says something like Even’s feelings aren’t real, he can convince him otherwise. The lyrics say that Isak shouldn’t listen to Sonja, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

But Even’s mind is already racing. He texts Isak a little while later, asking if Isak liked the song, and when Isak is confused, he says that Isak’s not following. It’s as if in his mind Isak was definitely going to register his comment about jet-setting away and gifts from Tiffany as song lyrics and go look it up, or recognize them immediately. It’s not a totally absurd expectation, but it is like he’s already beginning to leave Isak behind, just like in the suite when Isak doesn’t know the Pretty Woman reference and Even expects him to know it.

Still! Isak “breaks up” with Even for joking that he doesn’t like hip-hop. THIS IS SO CUTE. IT ENDS WITH MUTUAL HEART EMOJIS. I can’t help but imagine Isak seeing that red heart and clutching his phone to his chest like in episode 5, unable to stop grinning.

Even sends yet another text at 1 am, with a Seinfeld meme. It’s surprisingly unsettling - it’s late at night, it’s very random, Even initially means to send something else but clicks it away which to me means that he’s distracted, there’s another heart emoji … if you suspect Even is manic by this point, this is a big sign. This is what I mean by using social media effectively in this episode. Like this should be a weird but innocuous text and instead it made people uneasy, because of the timing and the random content.

Let’s appreciate Even’s use of emojis when he’s meeting Isak at KB. An eggplant is pretty clear, but what does a dolphin mean? I guess I’m not emoji-savvy enough to understand?

With the hotel scene, Isak had some IG stories before the clip appeared, including a view from the suite window and a selfie of him and Even. If you were in the fandom then, you might remember that the fans managed to figure out they were going to a hotel (and which hotel) before the clip even dropped. (Also, Isak and Even are bundled up in their coats and hats and everything in the selfie, so they did not just immediately tear off their clothes when they entered the suite, lol.) This was one of the coolest things about watching in real time, the fandom’s detective prowess.

Isak’s text to Eskild after the hotel scene is one of my FAVORITE texts on the show. I would include it in my favorite moments of Skam, period. Isak reaches out to Eskild, wanting to know if he’s home, and he doesn’t say in detail what happened, just that everything has gone to hell. And Eskild IMMEDIATELY drops what he’s doing to come home for Isak. This is so touching and beautiful, it’s the heart of Isak and Eskild’s relationship right there. There are no questions from Eskild about what happened, all Isak has to say is that something went wrong and Eskild just goes to him. And Isak reached out to Eskild - I mean, I guess he could be asking “Are you home?” because he wanted to know if Eskild had a guy over or something, but I think he just needed someone at that moment. Isak has been increasingly asking Eskild for his advice, he values Eskild’s input and presence.

And it’s telling that he thought of Eskild, like, Eskild is really family to him. I mean, Isak could have written to Joans, and I’m sure Jonas would have been amazing, but I think Isak needed kind of like .... more of an adult’s help, if you get me? You know how sometimes when something goes wrong, you want a hug from a parent, specifically? I think Isak needed that kind of reassurance. I don’t know exactly what happened between them prior to the opening scene in episode 9, but this act alone says it all about the closeness of that relationship. It is one of my favorite relationships in all of Skam. (Really, Isak has so many incredible relationships in this season, doesn’t he? Even, Eskild, Jonas and the boy squad, Sana...)

Thank you all for reading my rambles on Skam! I love hearing from you all, and I so appreciate the kind comments I’ve gotten. You guys are so sweet ❤️❤️❤️

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