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thefootballobserver · 8 months ago

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Newcastle 4-0 Spurs: Match Review

In the ornithology derby, the magpies reigned supreme over the cockerels.

Ouch. So that one hurt. I would have personally taken a draw from that game, even with Newcastle’s heavily depleted squad - but I never foresaw this happening. I suppose it’s better than the 6-1 thrashing last season that spelt the end of Stellini’s time at Spurs, but 4-0 without a reply is pretty bad.

Of course, as much as this hurts for Tottenham, it was an excellent result for Newcastle as it puts them 6th, 10 points below Spurs, and they’ll end the weekend above Manchester United on goal difference (17 to -1, yikes). The Toons’ hopes of European football remain alive, especially with a run-in of several bottom-half sides. On the other end, not only is the loss damaging for Tottenham’s top-four hopes (it lowered the goal difference to be under Aston Villa, who are now fourth), but it doesn’t bode well for the team and their next few fixtures, who have to play the top three and Chelsea.

In all honesty, I don’t want to talk about the match - I didn’t even stay long enough to see the fourth goal - but to summarise the game:

Spurs couldn’t deal with the high press, and it never looked like they were getting anything from it. Although they did create some half-chances (Werner notably missed a few), Newcastle created better-quality ones throughout the game.

Newcastle capitalised on mistakes from Spurs fullbacks Udogie and Porro, as Gordon bullied Udogie far too easily to assist Isak’s opener. An inexplicable pass from Porro moments after the restart gave Gordon an easy way to the second. Van de Ven created from comical moments trying to defend both of them, slipping for both and even doing an acrobatic headstand for the first goal.

Porro appeared to have injured his hamstring after halftime, and Isak then made it three on the counter from the halfway line only two minutes later. Not even Van de Ven could catch up, and Vicario probably should have come off his line for that one.

Spurs tried to change it up, taking off their defensive midfielders, who were largely anonymous, and their leading man, Son, who couldn’t get involved and, when he did, couldn’t hold onto the ball.

Spurs had a few half chances again, but Newcastle’s low block meant nothing meaningful went through.

Newcastle probably should have scored more from 16 corners - Isak, in particular, missed multiple free headers - given Spurs’ defensive set piece woes and the towering heights of Isak, Burn, and Schär. Still, they finally gave it one last stab at Spurs when the Swiss cornered a corner that Vicario was nowhere near.

This goal sealed the game, as Newcastle subbed on Hall (who hadn’t trained all week), Ritchie, White, and Dummett to see off a resounding result at St James’ Park.

Newcastle: The Start of a Great End of the Season

The Toons are finally showing some consistency after a bumpy season.

I’ll admit: For all of the pain Newcastle has inflicted on me (6-1 gives me war flashbacks), I actually quite like the team and have a bit of a soft spot for some of their players…bar Wilson. Apologies, but I’m a Richarlison defender, and I fear I haven’t forgiven him yet.

Newcastle knew Spurs’ weaknesses and exploited them to perfection - and probably could have done even more if Isak’s head could be as clinical as his feet. They caught Spurs off on the counter, pressed them hard and were quite physical (if you ask me, the referee lost a bit of control of the game very early on), got onto virtually every corner unless it didn’t beat the first man, and played a five back whenever the London team were on the attack.

Newcastle home and away are basically black and white (much like their kit), and this game proved how good they are at St James’ Park. I genuinely believe that they could lose every away game, concede ten goals every time, but still win ¾ of their home games. They also had a massive injury list, though it ended up with one less man as Livramento returned to the squad and even got some minutes, as expected from the scoreline. This is the kind of team Newcastle like to play against, and Howe got everything right.

Player Ratings

Dubravka (6): Had basically nothing to do and got a welcome, clean sheet.

Burn (7): He probably should have done better on set pieces, given he was marked by the 6’1” Johnson. Didn’t have much to do defensively, though he did get a high boot to Bentancur’s chin (he can thank his height for avoiding the yellow).

Schär (8): Unlike Burn, got the goal from a corner. Likewise had nothing to do otherwise.

Krafth (7): He had nothing to do defensively but got his clean sheet.

Murphy (6): He could have done more in the attack, but the out-of-position right-back did fine.

Anderson (7): An energetic showing and got close to scoring a few times. Personally, he surprised me.

Guimaraes (8): He did what he always does dutifully (though it wasn’t too hard) and got an assist to end the night.

Longstaff (6): Anonymous for me, but he didn’t have much to battle out on anyway.

Barnes (7): Energetic as ever, maybe unfortunate not to have left with a goal contribution.

Isak (9): He scored a brace and should have had more. A great night for the striker, whose home form remains spectacular.

Gordon (9): His form this season has been a joy to watch, even if he would prefer to play on the left wing. His corners were generally excellent, and most of Newcastle’s chances went through him.

Livramento (N/A): I didn’t watch long enough to see him subbed, but it was good to see him get some minutes after getting injured in the West Ham game.

Lewis Hall (N/A): With this win, the buy clause in his loan from Chelsea is activated, and Hall will remain with his boyhood club beyond this season.

Ritchie (N/A)

Dummett (N/A)

White (N/A)

Unused players: Karius, Gillespie, Murphy, Parkinson

Tottenham Hotspur: The 6-1 Demons Come Back To Haunt Them

I hate to quote Arteta, but this performance was a disgrace (and they aren’t getting away with this one).

I don’t want to talk about this performance from Spurs; I think I’ve said enough really. Van de Ven sums it up quite nicely in the photo.

However, I do want to add that I wish Postecoglou had made those changes at halftime instead of at the hour mark.

Player Ratings

Vicario (4): Technically, he wasn’t at fault for any of the goals, but he conceded four and should have probably done better despite a few good saves.

Udogie (4): Gordon bullied him far too easily for the first goal but was fine otherwise, although Spurs were flat anyway.

Van de Ven (3): Comical defending and his recovery pace couldn’t save Spurs from conceding the third.

Romero (4): Again, technically not at direct fault, but really should have done better. Started looking like the old, rash Romero and didn’t help the backline.

Porro (3): Didn’t provide much, but the assist for the second with a poor, poor backpass. He was subbed off for injury, and hopefully, it isn’t too bad.

Bentancur (4): I mean…he was okay but didn’t provide much in attack or defensive.

Bissouma (3): He gave me anxiety every time he had the ball. He should’ve provided more protection as a number 6.

Maddison (5): He occasionally created a few half-chances, but it felt like he lost his head early and was booed the entire time, as usual.

Werner (4): Had a chance, but the ball was at an awkward height. Otherwise quiet.

Son (4): He hasn’t been up to his performance-wise standards lately, and the decision to sub Son for Kulusevski was bold but welcome.

Johnson (4): Again, quiet but was slightly better in the central role after Kulusevski’s substitution, although the bar is very, very low.

Royal (4): Didn’t do much to help defensively and did concede 2 goals.

Sarr (4): Not the sort of game Sarr thrives in, but the midfield needed a change. At least he brought on some fresh legs.

Hojbjerg (4): I thought he’d start. Had a few nice ideas but poor executions, like most of the team. For me, this sort of game really highlights his weakness on a possession-based side. But he was better than Bissouma, although Newcastle stopped stepping on the pedal a bit.

Kulusevski (4): He brought a bit of life when he came on, even if it was temporary and very little, though he’s somewhat at fault for the last goal. Thought he should have been subbed on at the 45-minute mark for some control.

Lo Celso (N/A): I stopped watching at this point. It's not a game in which he’d thrive anyway.

Unused players: Austin, Dragusin, Davies, Gil

What’s Next

The North London Derby looms for Tottenham Hotspur…

Due to Manchester City’s involvement in the FA Cup semi final, Spurs have a two-week break until their next game, when they will host rivals Arsenal for the North London Derby. This marks a run of challenging games for Spurs, who play Arsenal (H), Chelsea (A), and Liverpool (A) next before playing Manchester City (H) not soon after. It’s very much possible that Spurs will get a fat zero points out of 12 in these games, especially with their recent form, with their away form in particular being a considerable concern. The Lilywhites’ final two games are against relegation-threatened sides Burnley (H) and Sheffield United (A), though points here may not save them on their way to a Champions League spot.

With their massive goal difference, Newcastle’s next few fixtures could bounce them above West Ham and Manchester United - as well as threaten Spurs - for good as they play Palace (A), Sheffield United (H) and Burnley (A) next. The Toons’ away form may be questionable (14 points from a possible 45), but that should be at least six points from those three games alone. Newcastle have one last home game against Brighton - another very winnable game considering the Seagulls’ similarly horrid away form this season. Otherwise, they play Manchester United and Brentford away. They could give Spurs a run for their money with these fixtures as they look to secure Europa football, especially if fifth place fails to guarantee Champions League football.

Newcastle and Spurs will meet again for a post-season friendly in Melbourne before their respective players and staff head off for a well-deserved summer break after a busy season - though less busy than usual for Spurs without European and many Cup games, hence this friendly.

Match Review

This photo hurts more and more.

Unless you’re a Newcastle or Aston Villa fan, I struggle to see the appeal of this game as it’s very one-sided, and the goals weren’t too impressive, given they were basically gifts from the Spurs players. It only felt like one team was trying throughout, and especially given the game's stakes, it felt like a major let-off.

Review: ★★☆☆☆ (⅖ stars)

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evyisaks · 7 years ago

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I can see you, I can feel you slipping through my hands. I can taste you, I can taste you slipping through my hands. Take from me, whatever you want, whatever you need. my lover, please stay with me.

“Isak, I’m not doing this, not when you’re—”

Oh, fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him.

“You’re supposed to!” Isak pushes his chest again, but it’s him who stumbles back, who loses his balance. “Fuck you, Even, you’re not supposed to ask questions, you’re just supposed to fucking do it, that’s why we have this, right? That’s why we made this deal, we have sex to deal with the stress, you can’t fucking back out now—”

inspired by & for take me to the stars by @westiris

#skam #evak #tmtts #westiris #isak and even #isak x even #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #mine #take me to the stars #i don't know what this is #but all i know is that i've been listening to this song on repeat and getting all the tmtts feels #and esp from the last chapter #because this is kinda all even really asks for?#isak can take everything he needs and wants #but all even wants in return is for isak to stay with him #and i just thought that this song was fitting because it's like...Even sees isak's pain and he can feel it too #and he'll be there for him through everything #oh and i changed the lyrics a bit to make it fit and also to not make like 10 gifs with text lol

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folerdetdufoler · 3 years ago

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What are Magic 8ball Evak doing today? I miss them.

hey, sorry, you sent this a few weeks ago i think and i really got hung up on it.

usually this kind of thing would be fun to think about but because of the way time works i didn’t know how to write around it! like, when you sent it it was late august, and technically that had like, just happened in the story. we’d just had a late august, so i couldn’t figure out if i should write another “late august day” almost a year after the story finished, even though i only finished the story back in april. that felt like too much of a time jump though, and i hadn’t given isak and even enough time to grow after the story ended. someone else had asked for an update in the comments on ao3 and i couldn’t give them one, not the same way i have been doing for mondays. but i do want to do something, so…

even’s birthday fell on a sunday. it was the first one isak would be celebrating with him, so isak wanted it to be special. but so did sigrid, and she worked faster than him. she invited them to their house for dinner months in advance, which annoyed even. the saturday before, when they were all hanging out at elias’s apartment, even spent most of the time grumbling about it.

“i thought things were getting better with you guys?” elias asked from his throne.

even sighed. “yeah, i mean, we’re fine. this guy is her new bff.” even patted the head of curls sitting against the couch between his legs. “but i just know it’s going to be this over-the-top thing that i don’t want to have to deal with on my birthday of all days. i don’t want that attention.”

isak paused the race he was playing against mikael and whipped around. “you love the attention.”

“yours, not hers.” even gave that same head a correcting tap and isak returned to the game. “if she actually wanted to celebrate my birthday with me then she would ask me what i would like to do, and then maybe it would be something i would enjoy.”

isak scoffed but didn’t pause the game this time. “if she did that you would just tell her to leave you alone.”

“happy birthday to me!”

“then you should just tell her no, you don’t want to spend your birthday with her.” elias doled out the reasonable and obvious advice.

“i would have, but she invited both of us and isak accepted immediately. besides, it’s kind of a regular thing now, sunday dinners.”

“that’s cute,” mutta noted as he walked in from the kitchen with a bag of pretzels and jar of peanut butter. mikael pointed to the coffee table, a silent command to place the snack within his reach.

isak felt a little guilty then, but he kept it to himself. they kept playing their game until it was mutta’s turn, and then isak pushed himself to his feet. he gestured to even to follow him to the kitchen.

even had a big smile on his face as they stepped away, because he was probably thinking isak wanted to kiss him in the privacy of another room. isak did pull him in close by the waist, but it wasn’t for kisses. “we can skip tomorrow,” he offered instead.

even froze for a second, but then shook his head. “no, no, we can go. i would only make it worse by skipping.”

“i would be happy to tell her we’re skipping but take her out to dinner on her own another night, smooth things over.”

even chuckled. “i absolutely love that you feel comfortable having one-on-one dates with my mother but it’s really not necessary. I’m just…complaining. and i’ll complain a little bit more in therapy, and then i’ll work through why i’m complaining and then i’ll be in a better mood for tomorrow. okay?” he reached up and rubbed isak’s shoulders in reassurance.

“will you tell me about it when you get home?” sometimes even shared what they’d talked about and sometimes he didn’t. isak was getting better about asking permission to cross the ever-changing border.

even’s eyes shifted to the side. “it depends on what we dig up.”

isak accepted this. “okay.” he leaned in to kiss even’s cheek, physically changing the subject. “my next question is…how angry do you think elias will be if i steal the big pillows?”

―――

isak had moved into even’s apartment right before christmas, hauling bags and suitcases back and forth over a few days until most of his belongings were at even’s. he fit a desk and his nice chair in the bedroom, and somehow all of his clothes fit in even’s closet. the giant pillows he’d bought had stayed at elias’s apartment, mostly because they would get more use there; the boys still gathered on saturdays and needed the extra seating. but after even left for therapy this was isak’s chance to make the steal without ruining his surprise.

mikael helped him carry them to even’s apartment, since he was ready to leave around the same time as isak. they didn’t talk much on the walk over, but isak knew that that was mikael’s preferred level of communication, and they were both comfortable with it. isak would much prefer a mikael at peace than a mikael ready to launch an attack.

they deposited the pillows in the living room and mikael turned to leave. “we should be here at six?” he asked over his shoulder.

“yeah. i don’t know how late we’ll be but if we leave early then that would be a good time.”

“okay. and elias still has his key?”

“yup.” isak followed mikael down the stairs to their shoes.

“aight. we’ll see you tomorrow then.” mikael offered his hand for a casual slap-shake goodbye, the most physical intimacy isak had ever experienced with him.

“thanks for the help!”

mikael disappeared. isak went back upstairs to find his phone and finalize plans with kari anne in the group chat.

―――

isak dressed nicely for dinners at sigrid & jan’s house. this time he had a red fair isle sweater and dark wash jeans, and some chunky socks keeping his feet warm in his leather boots. even wore something very similar, but his sweater was cream with a different pattern. “do you think she’ll want to take pictures of us again?” even wondered while he combed back his hair, then gently mussed it into a style.

“of course. it’s your birthday. and we look handsome.” isak was applying a dot of concealer just because he could, though he would have to ask emma for more if he wanted to keep up this routine. even put his comb bak in the drawer then leaned in to kiss isak on his opposite cheek. he added a smack to his ass on the way out.

isak liked to dress up a bit because it felt like sigrid and jan dressed up too. it was the polite thing to do, but also isak knew that conversation would flow better if they were all on the same page, even with their appearance. they were all putting the same level of effort into the gathering, and then no one would feel out of place. and it wasn’t too much extra effort, because they would just save the same outfits for work the next day…as long as they didn’t get any stains on them.

they gathered their outerwear as they walked down the stairs, pulling hats and scarves and heavy coats from the hooks along the walls. isak checked in with even right before they left. “are you sure?”

even nodded and smiled and isak didn’t doubt the honesty of his response. he’d shared that his session yesterday had gone well, and they’d talked about certain behaviors from sigrid and himself that he wanted to avoid. “like i’ve been remembering things she’s said and reacting to those instead of what she’s actually doing now. when i feel ready to discuss those past…transgressions, then i need to have a conversation specifically about those moments, versus whatever might be triggering those memories now, whether they’re related or not. otherwise it’s kind of like these mixed messages. she won’t understand what’s actually upsetting me.”

on the way over isak suggested a dinner with just his parents, where isak stayed home. “would it be easier, or give you more of an opportunity to discuss those things without me there?”

“maybe another time. sundays are nice with you.” he gave isak’s hand a squeeze.

they held hands in public now, while they were commuting to work or grocery shopping or walking over to elias’s or meeting emma for dinner. if isak happened to catch a stranger’s curious look, he might tense up a bit, but he didn’t let go anymore.

sigrid & jan’s house was a tiny thing that they’d moved into after even went to university. its yard was bigger than the actual house, but it was completely filled with jan’s garden. another nice thing about going to visit was that they always came home with plenty of seasonal crops. and in the winter it was usually canned fruits, jams, or pickled veggies. sigrid greeted them with big hugs and jan immediately presented two very small jars of “blackberry jam! i got just enough off of that bush at the back.”

“i thought it had died!” even exclaimed, the genuine shock and delight at the gift lifting his voice.

“it’s definitely on its last legs…uh, roots.”

“he was out there every day scouring the brambles.” sigrid shook her head but she was clearly proud of his efforts. then she took isak’s hand and pulled him to the kitchen. even and jan went to the tall closet at the back of the living room where jan stored his jars. “you both look so cozy today. remind me to take a picture later.” she brought him to the stove where she had two large pots simmering. she pointed to one. “i need you to blend that while i get this bread finished.”

“what is it?”

“that’s butternut squash, and this…is a ministrone. kind of. i’ve taken some liberties.”

isak picked up the immersion blender that was sitting next to the stove. sigrid had gotten it started but it was still chunky in spots. while he stood there and mixed the soup she sliced a loaf of bread and laid it out on a baking tray. each slice got a thick spread of butter. isak stepped to the side so she could open the oven and slide the tray in for a quick broil.

she flicked her eyes toward the living room and then leaned toward isak’s chest. “how has he been?”

sigrid asked this question every time they were together. isak had thought it was just general curiosity about the new relationship, but once isak revealed that to even he had rolled his eyes. she was asking isak because it was the nervous curiosity that even had tried to distance himself from years ago. eventually he told his mother to stop using isak to get answers about her own son. that turned into an argument where sigrid nearly started crying about how even wouldn't answer her so she had no choice. she excused herself from the table and jan was left to host the boys through the rest of a very quiet dinner.

at this point isak was comfortable pushing back to defend even’s boundary. “sigrid, you know i’m not going to speak for him. how’s this, is it smooth enough?”

she glanced into the pot. “yes, that looks good.” isak’s deflection seemed to work. “now grab some bowls from the shelf for me please. thank goodness he found a tall one to bring home,” she muttered to herself. isak blushed but easily picked four bowls from up high.

even and jan came to the kitchen shortly after, with jan still talking as they headed to the table. isak passed them the silverware and glasses to set out at each seat. then he helped sigrid carry the pots to the table. before she sat down she dropped a kiss on the crown of even’s head. “how are you doing?” she asked as casually as she could as she moved to her chair. isak sat on the other side of the table, so the couples could look at each other directly. isak studied even as he answered.

“i’m fine, mamma. a little nervous about pappa’s grand scheme over here, but everything else is okay.” isak couldn’t hear any tension in his voice so he relaxed a little bit.

“oh, is he trying to get you on his side about buying a van?”

“how else will i transport my vegetables, sigrid?” jan sounded exasperated by her skepticism.

“dearest, you don’t even have the stall permit yet. don’t put the cart—excuse me, the van—before the horse.”

“catch me up?” isak requested of the table in general. jan gleefully started from the beginning with his grand plan to join the farmer’s market that summer, with the full list of his crops and ideas for clever names for his backyard farm.

most of dinner was spent discussing this great undertaking, with even contributing creative enthusiasm and sigrid sprinkling it all with caution and logic. then they pivoted to jan’s work at the office, and how he found his attention shifting so easily in the warmer months. jan and sigrid lived comfortably and were starting to entertain plans for retirement. that led to talking about the cabin, which turned into the perfect segue by the time they were clearing the table for dessert.

Isak fetched smaller plates from an even higher shelf, and even clapped when sigrid revealed his cake. it was a tall layer cake draped in swirls of light blue icing. there were six candles on top and even’s name written in a shaky, dark blue script. “do you remember that picture you put in the folder for me? the close-up of his face?” sigrid asked isak. he nodded. every few weeks he picked a photo (with even’s approval) from his phone and uploaded it as a wordless update for his parents. that one had been from early december, when they went out for lunch on a random tuesday, just to get some sunlight. “i zoomed in on his eyes and picked the blue color from there.” sigrid twisted to even and cupped his cheeks with her small hands. even leaned into the adoring gesture and those blue eyes crinkled up with a smile. they shared a silent moment of connection and then she released him to stand in front of her chair. isak stood up too. jan struck a match to light the candles.

even laughed and gamely clapped while they sang the birthday song. he watched isak spin around with a little flare, and isak genuinely enjoyed performing something he used to roll his eyes at. then even paused to make a wish and blew out the candles. isak knew he would ask him what he wished for later.

the cake was delicious, and they each had two slices. even tried to flick icing across the table at isak but sigrid threatened him with a spoon. “if you get icing on my wall you are cleaning it up, birthday boy.” even agreed to those terms and kept trying. then jan left the table for the bedroom, and returned by sliding a tall, skinny cardboard box through the kitchen. it had a blue bow stuck on top, which was enough, since it would’ve taken an obscene amount of wrapping paper to cover the whole thing.

“eh?” even stood to look at the box.

“happy birthday, dearest.” sigrid looked very proud of the gift and was enjoying even’s puzzlement. jan stepped back and let even walk around it. they had to hold it at the top so it wouldn’t fall over.

“it’s heavy….” even’s eyes scanned each side. “is…did you get me a bed?” he gripped the box to turn it around, showing sigrid and isak the diagram on the other side. it was, in fact, a bed. “thank you,” even whispered, without much conviction.

“it looks like a nice bed,” isak added, coming around the table to look at the dimensions. “we can get the guys to help us carry it upstairs.”

“oh no! no!” sigrid nearly yelled. “it’s not for—it’s for the cabin. you don’t have to carry it anywhere. pappa and i will take it up on our next trip and build it in your room, so now you’ll have a proper bed for when you and isak visit. i didn’t want those flimsy beds from when you were a kid stopping you from staying in ålesund.”

even’s face relaxed as his mother explained and the bed made more sense. he leaned the box against the nearest counter edge and moved around it to give sigrid a hug. “thank you,” he said again, with actual gratitude. “that’s such a lovely gesture for the both of us.” he pressed a heavy kiss on sigrid’s cheek and isak saw her squeeze her eyes closed. she was going to cry. she let out a tiny gasp when even pulled back. he went to jan to give him a hug as well, and sigrid turned away from them to hide her tears. but isak stepped in and opened his arms for a hug as well, and she fell into his chest and let loose against his sweater.

“thank you, sigrid. that means so much to us.” he rubbed her back to calm her down. “let us know when you’d like a family vacation and we’ll try to clear our schedules for it, okay?” her blonde hair scratched at his chin as she nodded. isak knew it was a big promise, committing to a vacation with his boyfriend’s parents, but that seemed to be the least they could do since they bought them a bed. aside from the literal comfort they were providing, it felt like a grander statement since the gift would serve both of them. isak felt like it was his birthday too.

when even and his father separated, jan peeled off the bow and stuck it to even’s chest. they shared a low chuckle, and then jan slid the box back to the bedroom where it had been hiding. “you know, if we have a van, it will be a lot easier to transport this up there!” he sang as he left. isak let go of sigrid and spun into even’s arms. she plucked a napkin off the table to wipe at her tears while isak was crushed into a hug with the bow.

“we’ll keep the little mattresses, of course. you never know when elias and mutta and mikael want to come for a visit too. but yes, this will be a nicer frame for you both.”

“it’s such a thoughtful gift, mamma. thank you so much.”

“you know…i thought of it as soon as you came back from your first trip, when you brought back the clean sheets and blanket. it might’ve been presumptuous but if…if isak was having a nice time then i thought he might want to come back, and then i wanted it to be ready, and you two could have your own space.”

isak laughed as he pulled out of even’s hug. he kept to his side though, and wrapped an arm around even’s waist. “you were very right to presume. though i suspect i would’ve had a wonderful time even if i had to sleep on the floor.”

sigrid looked horrified when he suggested such a crime, but that just made even laugh. jan reappeared. “oh i forgot to bring these out.” he was carrying a colorful quilt and coordinating linens, also with a blue bow on top. even let go of isak to accept them, and both boys admired the pattern.

“pappa helped me pick those out. they were on sale after christmas. oh, and if you bring them back to the city to wash, you could just use them on your regular bed too. everything fits.” sigrid returned to her pleased homemaker attitude, with any remaining tears in her eyes only there out of pride. she’d surprised her son with a useful and enjoyable gift, that doubled as a reason for him to visit her at the cabin. it was a very successful birthday dinner.

―――

they enjoyed a little bit of champagne in the living room before they left, relaxing on the couches and catching up on the skiing gossip from sigrid and jan’s most recent trip. isak disclosed that he hasn’t skied since he was very young, which sent even giggling, picturing his boyfriend flying down the slopes. “this might be even better than my skateboarding fantasy.” luckily neither sigrid nor jan inquired further into what that fantasy actually was.

when isak noticed the time was getting close to seven he made the gentle suggestion to head home. sigrid and jan were happy to let them go, having enjoyed the whole bottle together and noting their earlier bedtime now that they were getting older. but she also demanded photos once they were standing, so isak took a few pictures of even with his parents and then jan took a few of isak and even alone. they had to brainstorm a way to take a picture of all four of them together, but then sigrid cleared a small space on the fireplace mantle to rest a phone. Even set the timer, they lined up with the boys in the middle, and they wrapped their arms around each other. they smiled.

after another round of hugs and kisses they bundled up and went home. isak carried the new linens in an oversized shopping tote over his shoulder. “that went well, yes?” isak looked over to see even nodding into his scarf. he pressed the button for their stop.

“it was really lovely. i had to, like, constantly remind my brain to not interpret what she was saying negatively, but that’s…what i’m supposed to be doing.” they stepped off the bus carefully, navigating the packed snow on the sidewalk. “maybe after a few more visits it will be less of a conscious effort. but even as it was, i enjoyed myself. i liked seeing you with my parents.”

“speaking of me with your parents, i kind of promised sigrid we would go on a family vacation with her to ålesund.”

isak could barely hear the chuckle underneath the scarf but it was there. “i think that was a given. that was the whole point of the bed. it was quite clever on mamma’s part.”

“mm,” isak agreed. “so we’ll have to start looking at our schedules. and now we have the weekend farmer’s market to take into account.”

even’s laugh was louder and drew his mouth up above the warm wool. “he really has leaned into his gardening in the last year, jesus. if you had asked me five years ago what hobby i thought my dad would pick up next, i never would’ve thought ‘fruits and vegetables.’”

“forget hobbies; he’s halfway to his own business.”

they approached their building. isak had his own key now, and he unlocked the first door for them.

“what are you thinking about?”

isak was thinking about the surprise that was waiting for them upstairs, feeling nervous that he didn’t have any texts with updates, even though he didn’t ask for any. but he quickly thought up a work excuse that would explain his distance. “um, how maybe someone from jakob’s team might be interested in profiling jan. has there been a surge of home gardens lately? what’s the process for joining a farmer’s market? how profitable is it to bring produce into the city from a farm versus urban, hyperlocal crops? what resources are there for farmers when it comes to direct-to-consumer sales?” he felt ridiculous spitting out these ideas because they were rushing out without a filter yet they sounded somewhat legitimate. he really should be putting these questions in a voice memo, but even was climbing the stairs in front of him and that was…well that took priority.

the bag of linens landed with a light thump on top of isak’s pile of shoes. they removed their outerwear slowly as they climbed, hanging everything back up. isak listened for noises but didn’t hear anything over the shuffle of their own clothes. there wasn’t any light coming through under the door. and even—even was still undressing. isak reached up and tugged at his belt. “what are you doing?” he hissed. even threw his sweater and undershirt over his shoulder, and they skimmed isak’s head as they fluttered down the steps.

“getting naked. wanna help?” even was still climbing and his hands were at his belt buckle.

“even, no!” isak was torn between holding his boyfriend back and trying to reach for his shirt, while also not pulling them both down the stairs.

“what…what’s going on? you love when i get naked.”

isak blushed, praying whoever was on the other side of the door was far enough away to not hear them. maybe they were hanging out in the living room. even undid his belt but he did stop climbing to look at isak.

“do you want me to blow you down there?” he pointed down to the graffiti door and isak was going to melt from the flames burning his neck.

“shut up, no, just….” he stumbled down the steps to fetch the sweater and chucked it back up at even. “put this back on. we can’t be naked.”

“why not?” even was seriously confused but he did as isak asked. “we always get naked.”

isak pinched the bridge of his nose. “not tonight, okay babe?”

even dropped his sweater and his jaw. “is this…is this the first time you’re saying ‘no’ to a fuck?”

“even! i’m not—that’s not what this is. just please put your clothes back on until…until later or something.”

even reached into the pocket of his sagging pants and pulled out his phone. “i need to document this. for the record.” he snapped a photo of isak staring up at him with an annoyed look on his face. “this was the first time isak denied me.” even snorted. “it looks like you’re about to give me a very angry blowjob though.” he showed isak the photo.

if he weren’t so frustrated by the situation, isak would’ve laughed. that’s exactly what the photo looked like with that angle. unfortunately isak’s face just made even want to persuade him even more, so even tucked his phone under his chin and promptly shoved his pants down to his ankles. he was wearing bright red boxer briefs and he shook his ass in isak’s face. then, before isak could get a grip on his body, sexual or otherwise, even waddled up the few remaining steps and reached for the door. isak screamed, “NO!” at the same time as their kitchen, full of friends and coworkers, screamed “SURPRISE!” at a nearly naked even.

maja screamed, marius howled, and mikael took approximately 50 photos, the flash of his phone camera lighting up the kitchen like a red carpet. isak was so embarrassed he sank down behind even’s legs. even laughed and made no move to get dressed.

“pull up your motherfucking pants even! i came here for your birthday, not a peep show.” kari anne's booming voice had a hint of a laugh in it.

it did not occur to isak until just then that all of their friends were not just seeing even in his underwear—they were seeing even’s boner in his underwear. so despite isak’s desire to melt into a puddle right there on the steps, he now felt enough possessiveness to lunge forward and pull up even’s pants from behind. it was a challenge to dress someone blind, especially when that someone was a giggly, wriggly mess. isak got a flash of the kind of future where he was getting a toddler dressed, but he had no time for that future right then. he got even’s jeans up to his butt and then he had to forcibly turn his boyfriend around in order to navigate his bulge.

“looks like dinner with the parents went well, then!” elias shouted out, making everyone laugh again and isak’s cheeks turn an impossible red.

“oh, babe.” even finally noticed isak’s general struggle. he took over with his pants and hefted them up to his waist. “i’m sorry. i should have listened to you. but this was amazing and hilarious. are you okay?” he buttoned his jeans and cupped isak’s jaw.

isak was still too flustered to say anything. his eyes darted from even’s face to the gleeful faces behind him, checking to see who was still laughing. “come on, bedroom.” even started walking isak backward toward the privacy of their bedroom. “five minutes!” he announced to everyone else.

“i thought you only needed two!” someone else shouted back.

―――

the laughter and voices faded as soon as the door closed. isak spun around and flopped himself on the bed face first. “surprise,” he mumbled. even collapsed on top of him, blanketing him with rough denim and warm skin.

“this was the best surprise ever. i’m sorry i embarrassed you with my penis.” even added a little thrust as if that would convey sincerity. the heat that flushed isak’s cheeks now was a slightly different kind. even nuzzled his face against isak’s cheek and gave him a few kisses. “i’ll get dressed and we can hang out with my favorite people.”

even pushed up and went to the closet. he swapped out his jeans for grey sweatpants and put on a white t-shirt. isak kept his jeans but opted for a clean white t-shirt too. even swept isak into a hug before they went through the door. “i love you in general and i love you for this. thank you for such a nice gift, and the perfect way to relax after the family dinner.” he squeezed across isak’s back and then shifted his head in for a kiss. isak demanded tongue as part of even’s apology and he got it, a nice open, wet kiss that tasted like champagne. even grunted when they parted. “um, yes. friends first, but then we’re definitely revisiting the naked thing.”

isak agreed with an aggressive grip on even’s ass. even kissed his way out of it and wiggled toward the door.

the kitchen roared with another greeting when they appeared, birthday wishes thrown from every direction. even opened his arms and accepted all of them with a wide smile. “thank you all for coming. this is such a fun surprise, and i clearly had no idea.”

“it was a fun surprise for us as well,” kari anne smirked.

“since we’re all here and there is a grotesque amount of alcohol behind mutta, have we agreed to absolutely ruin our sunday night?” another cheer went up. isak moved around even to get to the counter by mutta.

as requested, everyone bought the alcohol isak had assigned them and paid for. he couldn’t bring much into the apartment on his own without raising suspicion, so he spread out the drinks, food, and decorations among their friends. maja and marius picked up a cake from a bakery on their side of town. mutta and kari anne brought most of the alcohol. sana and yousef brought food from mamma bakkoush, enough to last them at least a week. elias and mikael were on decorations & entertainment duty. their friends had started drinking, as was to be expected when you’re trapped in an apartment for a couple of hours. since everyone had helped themselves to the juice and ice in the fridge, isak didn’t bother with setting anything else up. he searched for sana in the small crowd, who was chatting with mikael by the entrance to the hallway. when he caught her eye he nodded a question and she held up a full glass in response. with her taken care of he mixed up a dark & stormy for even.

“here you go, babe.” he only interrupted even’s conversation with marius and maja to put the cup in his hand. then he went back to the counter to assess the food. yousef joined him to point out the options.

“all of even’s favorites. mamma didn’t leave the kitchen all morning. this…this tray is okay. these two should be reheated a bit.”

“okay, thanks.” isak reached over to start the oven.

“and this we actually eat cold sometimes, so it would be fine as is.”

they figured out the food and then isak moved on to the living room. everyone was still in the kitchen, so isak got to see the decoration efforts as intended. streamers looped colorfully from even’s shelves, carefully taped as to not disturb his toys. balloons hovered at the ceiling, their strings becoming vines that dusted isak’s shoulders. on the coffee table was a pile of markers and a large brown envelope. he went right to the envelope to see what was inside. “yesssss.” isak dumped out the contents and spread them out. he had found ten particularly embarrassing photos, a mix of recent shots from isak and childhood ones from sigrid, that he’d ordered temporary tattoos of. he had a good feeling that this group was going to get very creative with the placement. in the very least he knew exactly where he wanted a tattoo of even on his own body. he practically skipped back out to the kitchen to get water and a sponge.

everyone had started eating, so isak joined the queue for a little bit of the bakkoush cuisine. no matter how full they were, isak and even would always make room for mamma’s food. isak refreshed even’s drink and then led some people into the living room to eat, for more seating. even stayed in the kitchen at the table with sana, yousef, and kari anne.

maja screamed again when she saw the tattoos. she and marius abandoned their food immediately and took the sponge to the bathroom. three minutes later marius returned with at least four evens plastered across his face. then he dared mikael to do even more. after that, it was chaos.

elias tried to tie a balloon to the back of sana’s hijab. kari anne was the first one to get a tattoo of even on her ass cheek. mutta and mikael started doing shots, and marius and maja were caught making out in the stairwell when it was time to break open the markers on the door. their defense was that maja could stand on one step above marius and they would be a closer height for kissing.

“like my apartment is the only place with steps, get the fuck out.” isak shoved marius against the door. but that’s exactly where everyone stayed. they all shared the markers and wrote silly birthday messages to even on the door, reading old ones and laughing, and recording new jokes that they now all shared. the graffiti door was due for an update and everyone got a chance to leave their mark. isak made sure no one wrote over his original “shithead,” and he added a couple more questionable names wherever they fit.

unfortunately marius convinced maja to paint her lips with marker ink and kiss the door, but then she was stuck with deep purple lips. sana immediately dragged her up to the bathroom to start exfoliating. isak had to console maja from the doorway. “i’ll get emma to give me some lipsticks that would cover it up if it doesn’t come off.”

“matte,” sana instructed.

isak opened his recording app and noted that: “matte lipsticks from emma for maja.”

“anything from a maroon to a magenta should cover it up.” isak added that. “in the meantime, here, you can use this.” sana pulled a tube of lipstick out of her small crossbody bag and opened a drawer. she plucked an alcohol wipe from where even kept them next to the tweezers and cleaned off the tube and used lipstick. she handed it to maja and maja looked like she was about to cry from the gesture. sana nipped it in the bud with a glare and a single finger held up in maja’s face. “just be glad your friends are so clean.”

isak blushed, assuming sana knew that they had those wipes to clean their toys. but then marius burst into the bathroom, shoving isak aside. “baby, it looks like we just kissed too hard for a little bit. ‘cheer up! a hickey from kenickie is like a hallmark card,’” he quoted in his best american accent. this actually made maja cry so isak excused himself and went to get more alcohol.

eventually yousef was tasked with getting mutta and mikael home. marius gave maja a piggy back ride down four flights of stairs and across the city. they found kari anne had removed her pants and crawled into their bed, so they left her there. sana, even, and elias collapsed onto the couch and giggled their way through a nonsense conversation the way siblings do. isak put the food away, got water for them all, and then joined them on the floor with his giant pillows. even found grease on the tv and they watched and sang along with the few bits they knew. then isak fell asleep, his fingers wrapped lightly around even’s ankle and his head resting against even’s knee.

#magic eight ball #SO SORRY if the cut doesn't work #skam fic #kerrywrites #i swear to god i AM writing it's just taking me forever #and this could've been a lot longer but i'm not going to test tumblr's patience with that

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amphxtrite · 4 years ago

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draco malfoy x fem!reader

part two: a wordless promise

warning: Angst

summary: song fic loosely based off Isak Danielson’s song Broken

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, hope you like it :)

enjoy <3

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Do you need, do you need someone?

Are you scared of what's to come?

If you leave then who will the next one be?

Will he do the same or will he let you see

“y/n, I’m breaking up with you.”

your heart stops, you can feel the tears welling in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall just yet.

“Draco.” you start, “w-what did I do wrong?” you curse yourself for stuttering, but the words just won’t come out properly.

“I- I don’t think this is working y/n. We can’t be together when you’re a filthy, useless half-blood.” he spits

Draco’s face remains stoic and cruel, but on the inside he’s breaking down. He doesn’t want to do this, but he won’t let Voldemort or any of his vile followers put a target in your back for being in a relationship with him. He won’t put you in that kind of danger.

“you-you don’t mean that. Draco.” you cry out pain written on all your features. “I love you, you said you didn’t care I was a half-blood! I need you please, please don’t break up with me.” your voice is reduced to a gentle plea. The tears have flown free now, cascading down your face, you can taste the salty tears, but it’s the least of your worries right now.

Draco’s heart tightens in his chest, you were right, he doesn’t care your blood status, he never really did, half of him wants to take it all back, tell you the truth and rush back into your arms. His other half knows this isn’t a possibility, that you’d die staying with him. You didn’t deserve a man like him.

“people change.” he states plainly, before turning on his heel and walking away from you as fast as he could. He can feel his own tears begin to well in his eyes, but doesn’t let them fall, he breaks into a run when he knows you can’t see him and rushes into the castle and into an empty classroom. He breaks down. Let’s all the feelings of regret and sadness take over him as he sits, rocking himself back and forth, silently cursing himself for this.

When Draco is no longer in your field of sight you fall to your knees in the wet grass beneath you.

“this, this isn’t real.” you murmur to yourself.

No, you’re going to wake up any second now and your love will be there with his arms wide open to hold you, tell you it was just a nightmare, that he would never leave your side.

you needed him, he was your light in the darkness, your reminder that you were safe and loved, the one who would hold you close when you were scared, hold your hand while you walked to classes, and make sure you were eating when you were studying too hard.

You never woke up from this nightmare, no, this was real. Draco was really gone... your love had left you.

That you don't have to hurt, you don't have to hurt anymore?

With a little time, take a look and find what you're searching for

It had been exactly a month since the day Draco had broken up with you.

It was hard to eat, hard to sleep, or focus on your studies and you became a shell of the person you used to be.

Your h/c hair no longer shined

Your skin seemed to sag and you had grown accustomed to the dark circles under your eyes.

Your uniform seemed to hang very loosely against your form.

It was very obvious to everyone around you that you were not taking the break up well. And your best friend Hermione was trying her best to try and help you.

“c’mon y/n, just take a few bites of your sandwich you haven’t eaten a full meal in weeks!” she whisper shouts to you at dinner.

you simply nod your head at her comment and nibble a bit at your corner of the bread.

Hermione was worried. She knew that you loved Draco with your entire being and that not being with him was taking a toll on you. She wanted her happy best friend back, but she had no idea what to do. Draco seemed to always be avoiding you and Hermione almost never saw him. It had gotten to the point Harry hadn’t been approached by Malfoy’s snide comments once in the month he had broken up with you. She decided to take a different approach to try and get you happy again.

“hey y/n, how about we go to hogsmeade tomorrow, for a butterbear and some sweets from Honeydukes, hm?” she suggests with a smile, she knew her best friends weakness for sweets and decided it would be a good to use to her advantage to help.

“sounds good ‘mione.” you say with a small smile. You were thankful for your best friend’s attempt at making you smile, but really you wanted to just climb into you comfy-bed and wallow in your sadness.

“Good! I’ve got to go, but i’ll meet you tomorrow in the courtyard okay?”

“see you then.” you respond, taking a couple more sips of your pumpkin juice before leaving.

You head back to the y/h common room and head up to the girls dormitory thinking, maybe this was a good thing going out again, having fun. This could be your first step forwards to trying to recover, but a little voice at the back of your head told you that wasn’t going to happen.

You are broken on the floor

And you're crying, crying

He has done this all before

But you're lying, lying

To yourself, that he'll find help

That he will change to someone else

But you're broken on the floor

Still, asking him for more

Draco had tried to break up with you once before, like this time he was scared that you being with him would only hurt you and he couldn’t let that happen, it scared him greatly. He tried to bring himself to do it but only a few seconds after the words tumbled out of his mouth, he started to tear up at the look of hurt on your face and apologized, taking it back and gathering you into his arms, whispering i love you’s in your ear and drying the tears that had just begun to flow.

That was the dream that clouded your mind as you woke up the next morning, Draco apologizing to you for almost leaving, and pulling you in to him, muttering in between kisses that he was sorry and didn’t mean it. you reached up and brushed your lips with your fingers, it was like you could still feel his soft lips on yours, the thought brought even more pain to your heart and you quickly brushed away the thought. You opted for a quick shower before getting ready to hang out with Hermione. Letting the hot water run over your body, you focus on the feeling of how nice the water feels, simply standing there, you realize how long it’s been since you really focused on yourself and your needs. Quickly turning off the shower, and toweling down, you grab your outfit and get dressed, you put on your black track pants, a grey sweatshirt and pull on your coat and a scarf. Slipping your shoes on, you grab your bag and leave.

“Hey ‘Mione!” you shout at the curly haired girl as you enter the courtyard.

“y/n/n!” she runs over to you and wraps you in a hug. She’s glad some of the colour has returned to your skin and your smile is a bit wider.

The duo is soon greeted by Ron and Harry as they make their way to Filch, the boys are cracking jokes and talking about quidditch and when their forms are checked, they’re off.

As you walk through the beautiful village you can’t help but think back to the times Draco and you would come to spend time together, drinking butterbeer and him spoiling you with sweets at Honeydukes, a small smile plays at your lips.

Hermione starts to drag you towards a shop as you finally snap out of your thoughts.

“let’s go y/n! Ronald and Harry are already in the shop!” she laughs as the two of you. rush into the familiar store. You stop for a second to breathe in the intoxicating smell of chocolate and candy, and then you’re rushing around the shops, the golden trio by your side.

“Merlin, there’s so many options.” you breathe out.

“You can’t go wrong with the classics though.” smiles Ron as he throws you a chocolate frog.

“A man of good taste.” you agree and continue to look around to find something new to try.

As you reach out for some kind of taffy that will change your voice, a familiar glint of platinum blonde hair catches your eye, you turn to see the familiar slytherin boy grabbing a couple chocolate frogs, looking lost. You must have been imagining it but Draco looked as bad as you did. His blonde hair was drooping in front of his eyes, his skin was almost a sickly yellow colour, and you could see the dark circles that hung under his beautiful eyes.

You don't have to hurt anymore

your lips turn up at the sight of his eyes lighting up at the chocolate, your thoughts flash black to a day long ago, lying in his 4-poster bed.

“Draco that’s your fourth chocolate frog, is it healthy to be eating that much?” you questioned with a laugh.

He looked at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Well, I guess not love, but how can you resist the perfect chocolate taste.” He says slightly airily. Snuggling you closer to his chest.

“I guess you have a point darling.” you sigh, perfectly comfortable in his arms.

“You know what love? I think I love chocolate almost as much as I love you.”

you put your hand up to your chest in mock offence.

“I said almost!” he laughs wrapping his arms around he securely and kissing the top of your head.

Before Draco could catch you staring, you quickly grab the taffy and meet up with the rest of the gang.

Little did you know Draco had also seen you and while you were daydreaming he glanced at you and felt his heart break when he knew you weren’t there with him.

Will you leave or will you carry on?

Is your love from before still strong?

If you leave, will you keep the memory

That made the night so long, that cut so deep?

Paying for your sweets and heading back out into the crisp fall air you let your thoughts run wild. You missed Draco so much, you knew this feeling wouldn’t leave you, you’d be in love with the slytherin till your last breath. Though as much as you loved him, you couldn’t help but wonder, what would your life look like if you did move on? Would you meet someone else? fall in love with them? The thought felt foreign to you and you pushed it away.

The Golden Trio began to head over to The Three Broomsticks for some butter beers, but you decided to excuse yourself and head back to the castle.

“Are you sure y/n?” Hermione questioned.

“Yeah,” continued Harry, “it’ll be fun, besides it still to early to head back”

You smiled at the group.

“I’m sure, you guys go ahead i’ll see you back at the castle.”

Hermione seemed hesitant, she didn’t want to just leave her best friend alone, but the look in y/n’s eyes made her realize she just wanted some time for herself so she nodded her head and followed the boys into the pub.

grateful for your three friend’s understanding, you start to take the trek back to the castle.

You don't have to hurt, you don't have to hurt anymore

With a little time, take a look and find what you're searching for

breathing in the evening air you continue to think to yourself.

Draco was your one, your person, the only man for you. You could never see yourself give that love up. You were deeply head over heels for the blonde boy, even if the words he spoke cut deep.

The words “filthy half-blood” seemed to cut into your soul, making your stomach feel weak. No matter how hard you tried to push those words out of your memories by remembering all the good times, your head seems to give you a harsh reality check.

You didn’t even realize the tears on your cheeks until you felt a gentle wind blow against your face. Deep inside you was the hope that Draco hadn’t meant what he said and that there was a good reason for trying to distance himself from you.

You held onto that hope, held it tightly in your arms, the hope that one day your prince would return to you, when he was ready, when the stars would align and show him that the love he had tried to leave behind was still there waiting, with their arms wide and a smile on their face.

#draco x reader #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy #angst #draco x y/n #hermione granger #draco imagine #draco angst #imagines #fanfic #harry potter

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years ago

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Unfortunate Fortune - pt. 7

Song insiration: Isak Danielson - Broken

It shouldn’t be like this. Love was not supposed to be this hard and that was what it was. You loved him but he continued and continued to hurt you and each time he did that, he made your heart more fragile and easier to break.

‘ It had been two days since your kiss with Draco but he had not given you the time of day to explain, nor tell, nor do anything else. It was as if nothing has been happened between the two of you but it has happened. The two of you shared a kiss and that was the most magical kiss you had ever experienced. It made you love him more- it made holding hands just a faint look into intimacy that the two of you had.

“Draco!” you shouted angrily, walking towards him and his group of friends.

The whole group turned around and he didn’t let anybody know that he had a slightest idea who you were. “Do I know you?” he asked in front of them, snickering with the rest.

Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy were all mimicking Draco’s playful and daring smirk but none of them spoke- they all just watched.

“We need to talk.” you said seriously. The two of you did need to talk because you felt like you would explode from not knowing, from not being with him. You felt completely empty. He didn’t say anything, only listened of what you wanted to say. “You just ran off, yesterday. After-”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he cut you off and you felt yourself swallow a hard rock. “I don’t even know your name, do I?”

“Draco?” you said pleadingly, looking at him with tearful eyes but he didn’t budge. His smirk, his eyes- nothing.

The two of you had to share something- there was a spark. You felt it, he needed to feel it too.

He laughed mockingly, leaning forward and putting his hand on your cheek. “Are you gonna cry? Thought Ravenclaws were better than that?” he pressed his lower lip out and you couldn’t help yourself but let out a tear, slapping his hand away and wiping it off.

Draco continued to laugh at you, turning to his friends. “She’s crying.” he mocked, causing others to laugh and more students to gather around you.

You looked fiercely into his eyes, despite the fact that yours were glistened. “You are a complete waste of time- waste of everyone’s time.” you snarled, placing an amused smirk on his lips. “Daddy’s little waste of time.” you shot right there where it stung and thought you knew that it was out of the blue, you knew it hurt him because the smile that so quickly appeared, quickly disappeared as well.

His lips pursed themselves together and he glared at you- without any hesitation, he wrapped his arm around Pansy and pulled her into a quick yet long kiss. Her arms wrapped so fast around him so that as he pulled away, she pulled him back in. He pushed her back a bit, his arms on her hips as he looked at her for a spare moment of time, then smirking at you. “And you’re waste of mine.” he said as he wrapped his arm around Pansy and started walking along side her, facing you his back. ‘

That was why you were broken on the floor, crying. You couldn’t even make it as far as to your bed, you just collapsed on the floor and started crying.

You don’t even know when Ellie came to the room and rushed to your side. You don’t even know what you’ve told her, sobbing uncontrollably, saying things as how he had manipulated you but how different he was with you- how you wanted to protect him by not saying anything to anybody about the two of you... how afraid you were telling her that because of Elijah, how you didn’t want to fall apart with her again, how it hurt because you really loved him...

She held you in her arms like a mother held her child. She brushed her hands down your hair and not say a thing. She knew what had happened, she had heard the rumours as fast it happened- nothing here kept itself a secret for too long.

“I sound so stupid and pathetic! I am so stupid and pathetic! I should have stopped everything- I should have let him know that I am not a fucking fling or someone he should have fun with but I believed him!” you pulled away from her, looking up at her with teary eyes as she held your head gently between her palms, brushing away your hair. “I believed him- he used to tell me so much and when he held my hand and how he kissed me- I fell for him like a fool. Like a complete utter fool- PEOPLE DON’T EVEN LIKE HIM!” you shouted and let your head fall into her lap, making her chuckle a bit.

“Yeah, people don’t really like him.” she continued to run her fingers through your hair. “But look at it like this, my dear (y/n). You don’t have to hurt anymore because of him. With a little time, you’ll get back on your feet and do what you always wanted to do.”

“I know- I just...” you muttered in her lap. “I really think he feels it- you know. We had that-”

She cut you off as she saw you smiling, cupping your head and pulling you close. Seriousness washed over her face and you felt she was about to yell at you for still wanting to see the good in him, despite what he had just done to you. “You are broken on the floor and you’re crying. He has done this all before, he has, (y/n) and you’re not the only girl. You’re lying to yourself to think he’ll change for someone else- for you but he won’t and you’re still asking for more with him. You’re a Ravenclaw, you’re not supposed to see the facts and act on them.”

You stared at her and sat up, thinking what she had said. “That makes sense.” you brushed the wetness from your face with your sleeve and looked at her.

“I don’t want you to be mad... it’s just... you need to hear it.” she gave you a comforting smile and you returned it just as such.

“No. You’re right.” you felt like you were about to cry again. You took a deep shaky breath in and let out a groan. “He just did such a number on me-”

“Well, the way he was looking at you, I bet he did.” she leaned back and you looked at her.

“What do you mean?”

“That first time- when I told you about him. You had no clue who he was and then the hand thing-”

“You know about the hand thing.”

“I didn’t at first. It was Elijah who noticed it- stalker.” she laughed and you laughed with her.

“Oh, so he knew too.”

“There were rumours because of it too and everybody could feel the tension between the two of you, if I’m being frank.” she paused, glancing between you and the spot on a wall. “The way the two of you looked at each other- everybody thought the two of you were together but looks like it was just...” she stopped, looking at you and shrugging awkwardly.

“Two kids fucking around...” you finished. “NOT LITERALLY!” you corrected yourself, widening your eyes as she laughed. “We never actually- we just kissed once.” you continued awkwardly, letting a blush taint your cheeks as she laughed.

“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” she scooted over to you and hugged you. “This will pass in like a day or two and it will all become a faint memory- you and Draco Malfoy.

You tried to force a smile to that but it didn’t really want to appear, so you just stayed quiet.

‘Faint memory- you and Draco Malfoy.’ - you repeated in your head, feeling your heart drown in it because in reality... you still wished he would come knocking on those doors, appologising to you.

But alas... as you watched those doors, they stood still.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine

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evak-fic-rec-turtleanon · 4 years ago

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Evak Fics - Christmas 2020

Christmas fics posted around December 2020

*** Fics on AO3 *** Posts on Twitter

Shimmery & Golden by sweeterthankarma (1.6k words) - “Carry me,” Isak suggests, but it comes out more like a fussy demand. “Where to?” “Upstairs. To bed,” Isak answers swiftly, almost authoritatively, as if Even should know, and he probably should; he probably does.

HOLDING HANDS IN TØYEN by Marobah (13k words) - Even returns to Oslo to spend Christmas, but he didn’t know that his father had plans to travel on business and drop him off at a new school. There he met Isak, who has always heard from his family that being gay was wrong and so he had no intention of getting out of the closet. Although Even's presence makes staying hidden more difficult than having the courage to come out.

Christmas Delivery from America to Norway by Mrs_Robinson (7k words) - Isak travels for work to America just before the Holidays. Will he be able to get home in time to see his and Even's daughter dance in her first Nutcracker ballet? A family Christmas fic.

still yours by fauu_stine (social media au) - Even loves his job and his friends. Life is good. And sure, he might have lost the love of his life three years ago, but he's over it. So over it that Isak barging into his life again does nothing to him. At all. (Lies!) OR: a post-break up AU

like frosting on a cake by colazitron (2.8k words) - Surprisingly, an idea for a Christmas surprise comes from Magnus, of all people.

All Hearts Come Home for Christmas by parallelcurtains (WIP) - When Isak returns to his hometown for this year's Christmas festivities, he is surprised to find his mother has a new neighbor. Instead of the elderly couple that used to live there for ages, a young man has made the house across from the Valtersen's a home for himself and his family. Isak is immediately mesmerized by the stranger and suddenly, the list of things he dislikes about the small town in the North of Norway feels irrelevant.

Heal My Heart for Christmas by recklesslee (13k words) - It’s been ten years since Isak left his small town for the big city of Oslo with his father. He hardly even thought of his time there anymore. Until he received a letter from his mother asking him to come home for Christmas for the first time since he had left. Going back would mean seeing the home he left behind, speaking with the mother he hadn’t heard from in ten years, and answering the questions his friends had about his departure. And perhaps the most daunting of all, it would mean Isak would face the ghosts he left behind and the truths of his current state of life. Was Isak ready for a Christmas he wouldn't forget? Aka a hallmark Christmas au.

Christmas Plans by Picasso12 (463 words) - Sometimes the best laid plans are made when you least expect it. Even and Isak make most of their plans that way. Isak's gotten used to it and kinda loves it.

Alene til Jul by Lokkanel (2.7k words) - On Christmas Eve, Isak is going home to an empty apartment. But it's okay, really he doesn’t care. Isak has chosen to be on his own tonight and he is fine with it. Except that, as much as he tries to convince himself otherwise, this is anything but just another ordinary night.

oh holy night by smileymikey (3k words) - Marianne has a lot of favourite Bible verses, verses that bring her peace and settle her heart whenever she is anxious, but she does not think it is a coincidence God chose to give her a child on this day at this time.

you and my hometown by smileymikey (14k words) - Isak is putting on his coat when Sana says, “Did you hear that Even is coming back?” Or, four years ago, Even left Oslo for LA to pursue his dreams of becoming a director. Now, he’s back.

All I want for Christmas is you by evak1isak (3k words) - Even, who loves Christmas, has had a crush on his Christmas-hating colleague, Isak Valtersen, for over a year now. Maybe now that the Christmas spirit is coming he can do something about it… This fic is for this month's Skam Week, today's theme being "Mistletoe".

holy night by EndingsNotTheStory (2.6k words) - Mama: Will you come to the Christmas concert this year? It is Christmas Eve. aka Isak is once again invited to the Christmas concert, this time he goes.

***** Twitter *****

Just some Chrismassy posts I came across on Twitter today:

ART

* By isakevenaus - Chrismassy epilogue of soc med au

* By artvandeleyart

Hjem til Jul

Skam Tree

Christmas Preparations

* Gingerbread art by RonnieKazi

* By cinnamonrolls_7 * Screenshot of Even by evenbn

Drabbles

* By dveit41385

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3.1

Post 3.2

Post 3.3

* Poll by isaksosmol

* By nanawritesalot

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3

Post 4

* By andymuellerjr

* Mistletoe!AU by straightforhonk

#evak fic rec #skam fic rec #christmas #these ones are arranged based on dates posted #will update if I remember to look out for new ones #2020

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i-am-just-a-kiddo · 4 years ago

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favourite male fictional characters

Thank you @vishcount for tagging me, this was a lot of fun! 💞 I originally planned to follow your example and put ten characters here but suddenly it became a lot more oops. also i hope you forgive me for following your format, it’s neat

I am tagging @isabellaofparma , @the-cloud-whisperer and @sassyassassy!

I chose the characters that impacted me deeply on a personal level throughout my life (often shown by how long my love lasts over the years and if i was inspired to write for them).

In no specific order under the cut:

Legolas

The Lord of The Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien.

I think it’s only fitting I start off with this magnificent guy. Maybe I gotta admit, i’ve just had a crush on him ever since I was like, nine years old? He’s the character I will fight tooth and claw for (though I guess he doesn’t need me to do that). I love Orlando Bloom’s portrayal of him, eventhough he is vastly different from the books. Book Legolas is such a delight as well, he feels so whimsical and playful and his banter with Gimli is just gold. I was sad when The Hobbit trilogy came out and I was so disappointed by how they butchered his character, it just did not feel authentic anymore (maybe I am also just bitter about the forced hetero storyline for him. makes no cents, this elf is GayTM your honour. and he will meet his soulmate Gimli in a few decades). Either way, Legolas is the love of my life, thanks for coming to my tedtalk,

Peter Pan

Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie

Another childhood crush of mine. The gif I chose if from the 2005 movie because we always used to watch it and it is to this day one of my favourite movies. It’s so dreamy, so magical, yet also incredibly sad and sweet. I have this very strange fascination with Peter Pan. There is something incredibly unsettling about him, especially in the book. He represents something every child wants - who doesn’t want to escape their bedroom and fly away to experience magical adventured far from the adult world? And yet he also represents the impossibility of it, the curse he carries around with himself because he will forever stay alone, no matter how many lost boys he gathers around himself. And Wendy - it’s a love that was never meant to grow and mature, it’s a fleeting dream for the both of them. I have seen many different adaptations of Peter Pan and I have my favourites, though I want to give a special mention to the book Peter Darling by Austin Chant. It’s a retelling of the story how we know it, in which Peter returns to Neverland after having finally grown up BUT the main points I want to highlight is trans Peter? Heck yes. Gripping and compelling gay love story with our favourite original lost boy Captain Hook? YES.

Snufkin

Moomins, Tove Jansson.

I have discovered Snufkin for myself only last year, and yet I know he will stay with me forever. In short - I vibe with him, he vibes with me. His anxieties about being with people and longing for solitude? His fear of being loved and being important to someone to a point he doesn’t know what to do with himself? This man just wants to roam freely with his own mind and yet he always returns for something that captures him. Mum, I love him because I have rarely felt this seen before. Also, Snufkin said ACAB.

Prince Jing - Xiao Jingyan

Nirvana in Fire (2015)

This too is a darling I have only discovered recently. I watched Nirvana in Fire this year and let me tell you, it’s the best show I have seen in a long while. It’s absolutely amazing and it also ripped my heart out. All the characters are absolutely amazing and I am still not over it.

To be honest, I contemplated between Xiao JIngyan and Mei Changsu, because character-wise I think the latter is a lot more interesting and compelling. He makes for a fantastic heartbreaking and flawed protagonist.

However I have to admit - it was love at first sight with Prince Jing for me and I’m still lowkey mad abt it rip. Seems like I am not immune to Pretty Prince Propaganda. But apart from that, I adore him for his genuine

goodness,

his almost naive drive to be better and seek justice. He lost everything, and for the longest time did not have anything to fight for. So alone and lost and bitter, it makes me sad how much it hardened him. He is heartbreak and clumsy kindness hidden under a skin of scars that was inflicted by his father and many others. I see his sad cat-eyes and I cry, that’s just how it is.

Edmund Pevensie

The Chronicles of Narnia, C. S. Lewis

I grew up with these books and movies - they have always been part of my life and it will probably always stay that way (only last night I rewatched the first movie and sobbed). Imagine my surprised when I finally watched the last movie about five years ago and was incredibly impressed by how they adapted the book; also imagine my brain suddenly going CASMUND in bold letters at Skandar Keynes’ and Ben Barnes’ performance in that movie. From there, I rediscovered this story completely anew for myself. My favourite Pevensie sibling has always been Lucy (and still is, because I identify with her so much and she feels like home to me); however this new discovery of Edmund’s character was overwhelming. It’s interesting to see characters you’ve grown up with from a more grown up point of view. I don’t want to lay out all my thoughts here, just know I am so heartbroken for him, and so so proud as well. His character arc is amazing and maybe that’s how the last movie makes me even more emotional. Seeing Edmund and Lucy still holding on to Narnia but knowing that that door was closing for them? Not to mention what happens in the later books (we don’t talk about that). Also did I mention Casmund. Here, have my incredibly emo and depressing take on Edmund’s character that I started writing four years ago and which will forever stay a WIP.

Nie Huaisang

The Untamed (2019)

My son. My soul. My bane of existence. The tragic thing about him is, that he does not really exist in canon as I have created him for myself. He’s a secondary character in the show, always so relatable yet still brings the ultimate twist of the story, yet he still remains this incomplete shadow. The movie

Fatal Journey

gave him a lot more and I cried tears of joy and devastation. I don’t know why I latched on to him so much, but apparently he is the one that I project on, the one that feels like he sits somewhere inside my chest. I don’t know what else to say - this year he has been everything to me. I spend a lot of time in his head while writing, and maybe that’s how he’s there forever now. Nie Huaisang saw my brain and went it’s free real estate. All my love for you, you dramatic art hoe.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Ah, another lifelong companion. There are many adapations that I adore - starting from the origin of it all, the books and stories which I have all devoured; the 80s adaptation with Jeremy Brett which was incredibly wonderful; to BBC Sherlock which shaped and traumatised me (I still like the first three seaons but I am too hurt to think about it); to the numerous movies - but by far my most favourite performance is Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes. Somehow he manages to capture the Holmes I see in my head when I read the books, the sharp yet polite eccentric detective, who loves his companion so much and who has desire to help others. Sherlock Holmes will always stay special to me, in so many different ways. He shaped my youth and I know he will stay with me. (also what would you say when I told you he helped me discover that I can, in fact, be queer AND ace at the same time? thanks pal). What else is there to say? Sherlock Holmes is a universe that you can dive into and find many amazing treasures.

Isak Valtersen

SKAM (2015)

There he is, the boy that changed my life. SKAM changed my life. All of the characters did. However, Isak is special for many, as I imagine. I remember winter 2016, when tumblr was flooded by these norwegian white boys kissing in a pool and cuddling and I was like ‘nah’, this doesn’t look convincing. I don’t know what changed my mind but I remember sitting down at last and watching all that was released of season three and it was only downhill from there. I remember starting to follow the real life updates religiously while watching the other previous seasons in between. The one clip that completely wrecked me was when Isak went to the school nurse about his struggles with sleep - it felt like for the first time I saw someone on screen that could understand me on so many different levels. The entierty of seaons three is so personal, I would tell you to go watch it if you don’t know what I mean. The entire show in fact. It’s a masterpiece and it feels so real. This show impacted my life in a way that no show has managed to do before. I miss it so much. I miss Isak too sigh.

Shang Xirui

Winter Begonia (2020)

Technically, for me personally, Shang Xirui is the nonbinary, gay and ace representation I need in my life (or at least that’s my own personal take on him), but since that is not official, he’s still here on this list. Of course he is because wow, it’s been a long while since I’ve seen such a compelling character on screen. I went from disliking him to being absolutely heartbroken over him. I don’t think any other character in this show captured me as much as he did. There are so many layers to him and discovering all of his sides is a wonderful, heartbreaking, painful and also beautiful journey. I’m not sure I understand all of him yet, but I am willing to try and dig and just ponder his existence. This too, is a perfect example for a flawed yet authentic protagonist. Also he is the most beautiful thing on this planet, or at least that’s how I have been feeling ever since I watched this. I wish to write more of him in the future.

Aang

Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005)

I grew up watching ATLA and my favourite characters have always been Toph, Zuko and Uncle Iroh. In recent years however, I completely fell in love with Aang all anew.

I think especially in the past, I had these prejudices against main characters and found them all the most boring personalities ever. In recent years this changed a lot and especially Aang is a prime example for that. Watching him from the perspective of older me, I find so much wisdom in this young boy. Somehow he represents all I wish to be in my life but at the same time he shows his flaws, he carries this sadness with him that will accompany him all his life. This inner battle and chaos that he has to face day to day and in the end - he is just a young boy. So much has been taken from him and yet he learns how to not let it overtake him, that anger and hurt. He tries his hardest to be better than the day before, even if sometimes the world crashes down on him and he gets overwhelmed. He is a child recruited by adults to manage their mistakes and play into the hands of predestined fate and in this essay I will -

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling

I am surprised myself. I thought I would put Fred and George here, or Remus and Sirius, however I realised that none of them quite capture this feeling of lifelong change, of personal, deep impact that Harry had on me.

As with Aang above, I used to think Harry was the most boring protagonist, yet my opinion took a 180° turn in the past years. Many of the things I wrote for Aang apply to him too - the fact that he was a child, that lost so much, and was always faced with challenges that a child should never have needed to face. Something I want to address is how my favourite book, The Order of the Phoenix, lays all of this out. Harry is just as flawed, just as vulnerable and angry as anyone else. I know some people did not like his ‘emo behaviour’ in the fifth book but for me it just showed how human he is, how he was just a teen like myself at that time. As for many, this boy shaped my entire life, shaped a generation, and I will forever be grateful. I’m sad and angry at how J*R behaves, and how she puts us in the position of doubting our love for these stories. I know I will always love them, but I will not turn a blind eye on all the problematic shit is carries with itself and what the author piles upon us.

Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian

The Untamed (2019)

I will try and keep this short, because if you want to read my thoughts about Wangxian just go to my ao3 and find the over 70k i wrote for them. I decided to put them here together because I can’t seperate them and I can’t choose between them. Each of them carries something I recognise in myself, and each of them is the opposite of me. They each own my heart and soul and I know there will never be a fictional couple like this for me ever again. They’ve snuck their way into my heart and have never left. They deserve to be here, together, because my love for them is indescribable. Bless them. + Bonus:

The Doctor

Doctor Who (1963/2005)

Technically, the Doctor doesn’t count as a “male” character, but since he has been presenting as male up until recently, I needed to include him. I chose the Tenth Doctor because he is the one that broke my heart the most. I adored Nine but he was there too short, and I do love Eleven and Twelve a lot, and Thirteen absolutely owns my heart, Ten has just always been the one that made me cry the most. I loved this era of Doctor Who, I loved how sad and hopeful he was, how heartbroken and yet determined to help wherever it was needed. Doctor Who is always that show, when I return to it, I am reminded that maybe, humanity and the universe isn’t all that bad.

phew, this took ages damn. but i had so much fun! i decided to leave out honorable mentiones because we would be sitting here until tomorrow lol.

#gosh this was nice #a lot of incoherent rambling here #thanks dear #tag game #personal

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evakuality · 5 years ago

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Let’s talk about Davenzi

(Because, let’s be honest, when do I not talk about them?)

A few Davenzi ideas have been swirling around in my brain recently, helped along by a couple of things: the discussion at Hos2 about what represents Davenzi’s relationship, and a conversation in a chat about the ways in which their dynamic works (I love every single one of you in that discussion! I hope I manage to do justice to some of the things you were saying). I felt like what they said at the con was part of what represents their relationship, but it’s not all of it. Anyway, it got me thinking about what I’d choose as the one word to represent their relationship, and it all boils down to one thing: equality. I know we say that for all these couples but I dunno, I just feel like for these two that digs deeper in many ways, and while I don’t think any of the relationships is unequal there are some things that just make me feel like ‘equality’ is MOST applicable to these two.

Similar ages

This one is probably the one that’s the most ‘well, yeah, obviously’ of them all and yet it’s quite an important one, to me. I’m not totally familiar with all the other evaks, but from my admittedly not-so-awesome gleaning from gifs and discussions on tumblr they seem for the most part to fit the ‘slightly older Even and younger Isak’ model that we got in the original. Whereas here, we have two boys at a similar age and stage in their lives. They’re both in their final year at school and both are on the verge of having to move out into the world. They’re both facing things that are new and scary for the first time. Why is this important? Well, you can’t have the Even character telling the Isak character ‘I forgot how young you are’ as a means of establishing his own authority in understanding how the world works (and which Isak takes on board), and it means that neither of them is the follower in the way that Isak is with Even for such a long time. The thing is, once you have these two characters who are the same age then you end up with a couple that has to operate from that basis rather than the one we see in the original. A lot of the things we see in the rest of this little list stem from the fact that because of this change these two characters operate in a different way, and one that means they understand each other quite differently than Evak does, for example.

Similar life experiences

There are some obvious differences in their life experiences, but there are some things that are really similar and again that mean they tend to approach some things in a similar way. Not everything, clearly (Matteo is far more likely to go barging headfirst into things and be more direct than David), but enough that we can see the way these things have shaped them. First, neither one seems to be living with parents. They’ve both moved out and away from situations that weren’t great for their wellbeing. So they both have some sort of understanding of why the other might be feeling shitty about some things. They don’t really acknowledge that in words, apart from their discussion during conversation number one about getting in a car and just getting away, but they both approach the other with the same sort of care and tenderness almost from the start. This is partly because they both crave it because they haven’t had as much of it, but partly because they can both sense that need in the other. Each of them knows instinctively what the other might be feeling and why, and what to do about it.

Second, neither of them has an established relationship with anyone else. Matteo is closer, but his relationship with Sara is so obviously not fulfilling in any way and it doesn’t give him any insights into how to be in a relationship with someone in a genuine way. What this means is that neither of them is knowledgeable about how to be in a relationship, and is part of what prompts the entirely awkward meetings in the hallways at school in the early days. Neither of them is experienced enough to go ‘okay, fine, I’ll take the lead on this one’ and so they both have to feel their way gently and hesitantly. That hesitance is part of why they end up working so well together. They’ve had to feel their way through this thing, and figure out what it might look like, together. It also means that neither of them has an ex in a position to put words in the other’s mouth because of prior knowledge they have, and so we get them both being forced to talk to each other. I know we all like to laugh at them and their ‘say it with words, directly’ thing, but in actual fact they have been forced to do it (sometimes by each other) and so they do know what they’re talking about. They have both, at times, had to make themselves vulnerable verbally because there’s been no other way, no-one else has been there to do it for them. This has, of course, had the effect that they both know exactly where they stand fairly early on (comparatively to Isak, for example).

Supporting each other

This is probably the biggest one, for me. Probably partly because of their similarities in age and experiences, they have both taken a lot of care of the other fairly quickly and effectively when the other has needed it. Matteo compliments David’s art, David compliments Matteo’s tech skills; they let each other know they think the other one is cool. David steps in to save Matteo on the bus, he stays behind to clean up after the neon party because Matteo got in trouble for leaving things messy previously, he’s the one who takes the lead in the empty pool when it’s obvious Matteo needs that etc etc. Matteo steps up after the middle episodes where he’s still looking after himself (and I kind of love that they were apart during that time, even while it really sucked to live through it, because it gave them both time to develop on their own). So, after David returns in episode 7 Matteo’s very gentle and tender with him, there’s no demands for answers (at least not at first), and all he wants is to make David feel safe and happy. He takes care of David through the awkward ‘let’s make a petition’ thing from his friends, his care and attention is all on David during the entire last 3 episodes and he even goes against his own normal instincts to give David what he needs: space and time.

In fact, if we look at it holistically, David looks after Matteo for episodes 2-4, episodes 5-7 they’re their own support (with some help from other friends of course), and episodes 8-10 Matteo is David’s support. Of course, this isn’t set in stone and there is some bleed through in all these sections, but that’s the basic arc of this support system they have. Neither of them has a bigger caretaker/leader role; they share those roles when the other one needs it. Then when we get to the Abi stuff and onwards, they’re both very good with each other: David encouraging Matteo to study, Matteo encouraging David with his movie etc etc. They’re just genuinely equal in all of this. Not only that, but the support they give each other is tender and careful when they need that and more teasing or forceful when they need that sort. They get each other on a really deep level, partly because they are quite similar in some ways.

Similar personalities

The thing is that, while there are some obvious differences, the two of them share certain traits that mean they click with each other in ways that Evak don’t. That’s not to say Evak (or any of the others, though I don’t know them so well) don’t click, because they obviously do. They click more in a ‘we match each other by filling out the missing parts’ way, whereas with Davenzi they match more like ‘we are similar and understand each other’s needs because of that’ way. Neither way is better, of course, but it’s just interesting that this is how they are. They can both be quietly there for the other, doing things in a way that means the other gets what he needs but without calling attention to themselves. For example, David’s clean up after the party isn’t done to be obvious to Matteo. He has no idea if he’ll even see him, but he does it anyway to help and to be supportive because that’s what Matteo needs. Matteo recognises that David needs the comfort and support of someone being there for him before he comes out, and he offers him that. He stands up for David and what he needs in the big group meeting after David goes to his godmother without ever knowing if David will be back or know that he’s done it, but just because he knows what he needs.

But they also both have some little shit in them, and some aggression or forcefulness, and they both know when to use it to push the other one. So Matteo pushes David the same day he comes out to him when it becomes obvious that he’s going to run away again. He also pushes him when he returns to the pool after David comes back to Berlin. He teases him when he’s about to give up on his movie and in all these cases this approach has been what David needs. David, in his turn, makes Matteo study by letting him know what it would be like if he had to return to school and thus in some ways by letting him know that they’d stop being equals if that were to happen, which Matteo resents and thus is the impetus behind him reluctantly studying, and which David 100% knows and is why he uses this approach. He also spends a lot of time challenging Matteo to break out of his apathy and his rut early in the season. Unlike Matteo, he isn’t aggressive about it, but he’s absolutely sure about what sort of push Matteo needs. Again, each time, the approach David uses is the one that Matteo needs in that moment. They just both get each other on some sort of deep level because they both have the same sort of qualities themselves and can put themselves into each other’s shoes.

The other thing we can’t really ignore is that they have some similarities which are less good. They can both withdraw and disconnect from the world around them, shutting people out in ways which are damaging to them (Matteo after he gets David’s text withdraws into his room and stays there for days for example, and David pulls back from intimacy with Matteo because he’s scared). In this, they are also equals even if they show it in different ways, and it’s something they do end up working on and with together. They can also both be tempted to ‘run away from it all’ as they both suggested in their first conversation. In fact, this side is one of the things that first made them feel connected to each other: hey this guy understands my desire to get the fuck out of here. This side comes out in different ways, of course (Matteo’s is more emotionally distanced, whereas David’s is more physically distant), but these are still qualities which each of them has and recognises in the other. What’s good about that is that because they share these similarities they know how to approach the other one.

And that’s why all of these things together add up to two people who are on so much of the same wavelength. They can playfight and be silly together, but when they need or want it they can be sweet and careful with each other, they can tell each other home truths when they need to. They know how and when to support each other and how and when to prank each other. And they each give as good as they get, neither of them has more of a caretaker or leadership role over the other. They each take that role at various times in the relationship. Because they are equal in so many ways. There is obviously so much more that can be said about this relationship, and the ways in which they are different has some interesting impacts on their dynamic as well. But I just really like that at its heart, this relationship is one where both partners are equal - in both their good qualities and their less admirable ones.

#druck #davenzi #my meta stuff #honestly it's long but it could have been longer #I never know when to shut up #there's so much more that could be said

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xfulldreamerx · 5 years ago

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But how is it possible? Almost three months ago, we were all so excited because of another Isak season. Our desperation for Bel!Even was cosmic though we still didn't know him, so it wasn't him specifically, but the wish for another character to adore.

Y'all, we were so not ready.

Remember waking up to that clip notification? I do. I do remember that Zaterdag morning vividly, how, after two weeks of absolutely nothing else than losing our fucking crackhead minds, we saw a boy with his back at us, leaning down in front of a kitchen counter. We saw him for the first time alongside Robbe.

Bleached blond hair. Sparkling green eyes. A light t-shirt above a long sleeved one. Leather jacket.

Jack Frost in the flesh.

We were so not ready, I'm telling you. With so many characters behind us, who we loved and cherished, what was one more? I remember people saying that Bel!Even would have to be one hell of a perfect guy to become even slightly iconic. I remember people saying that they would watch this season but weren't expecting too much, that they already had their face, that they would for sure love Bel!Even because he was an Even, duh, just because of that.

Sander shut all of out mouths. He looked at Robbe, made his Booking.com joke, sang Rebel Rebel to him and then Under Pressure while feeding him croques — we were gone to never return. We trended for the first time that day. All it took for Sander to make us love him was the first fucking day he had screentime.

We doubted him, yes. We got mad at him and ravished his name. In the end, though, we knew he was already too deep in our hearts. We didn't expect him to, maybe we didn't even want him to, but he did so anyways. It was inevitable. All he had to do was to throw his one-liners, his smirks and his extra personality in our way, and we fell in love. We still are. We will never not be.

Again, how is it possible? Thank Willem De Schryver. Willem DS. Nintendo DS. Willem Nintendo. Nintendo Willem. Call him whatever you want to, just — thank him. An 18-year-old brilliant actor, the youngest of them all, who managed to make room for himself in a one already so crowded, and is going to stay there forever. Give him a fucking Oscar nomination. Dare yourself to say that, in such short amount of time, he has become the most beloved character in the entire Skamverse for a lot of the fans. It's just how it is, how it was supposed to be, I guess.

We didn't expect him, but we needed him. We didn't know what he would mean to us, but now that we do, we only can carry him in our memories and wait for his return.

Sander Driesen, King of One-liners, Best Croque Maker ever, Bleached Blond Art Hoe, Jack Frost fakka, Bowie-lover. We love you. Thank you.

(Here he warned us, see? Oh man, we just didn't know).

#wtfock #skam remakes #sander driesen #willem de schryver

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katiesclassicbooks · 4 years ago

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Review: Winter’s Tales by Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen)

About:

Winter’s Tales is a short story collection written by the Danish writer Karen Blixen ( also known as Isak Dinesen) and published in 1942. These tales were written and published during the Nazi occupation of Denmark during World War II, which can be felt sometimes in the tone of these stories. However none of them are set in the 20th century. They’re all set in the 19th century with the exception of a couple stories. An undertone of longing seems to be present in most of the stories. Whether it’s to escape somewhere else or of love. Many of the love interests have such longing between them but nothing ever gets consummated so to speak.

Did I Like It?:

This was a very enjoyable collection of short stories. I had previously read the author’s memoir about her time in Africa, Out of Africa and was excited to read her fiction. She is truly a wonderful writer and storyteller. These stories all had a folktale feel to them. All set in the past. In various places in Europe and Scandinavia. There wasn’t one bad story in the whole collection! I enjoyed them all.

The Sailor- Boy’s Tale was about a boy who one day saves a peregrine falcon on his ship, only to find out later on that it was actually a shape shifting Lapp woman ( I believe the proper term for them now are the Sami people) who does him a favor in return. This story was mostly set in Norway.

The Young Man with a Carnation was about a writer staying in Belgium who is afraid he can’t keep up the esteem he has built up for his writing and is only doing it for his ego. He sees a man one night who looks so happy and he realizes he does not feel this way, which gives him a strong desire to run away to sea. He doesn’t end up doing it, but it changes his perspective on his writing and his motives.

The Pearls was about a newly married woman on her honeymoon who was disconcerted that her husband didn’t ever seem to feel any fear and was determined to make him feel it at some point.

The Invincible Slave- Owners was about a man staying at a hotel in Germany where he falls in love with this girl staying there. She seems wealthy and ever dependent on her governess. One of her ‘slaves’ that she couldn’t do without as the man saw it. He realizes that she is not what she seems and ends disguising himself to her as well.

The Heroine was about an English man staying in a German hotel during a war between Germany and France. Some French people are also staying at the hotel including a beguiling young woman. When they are all captured by the Germans the young French woman saves the day by respecting herself.

The Dreaming Child was about a poor orphan boy who dreamed that he was from a rich and great house. When he is actually adopted into one he accepts it as his own and bewilders his new parents. His step mother in particular realizes they are truly similar as they share the trait of dreaming and the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred. This one was one set in Blixen’s native Denmark.

Alkmene was about a mysterious girl that was adopted. Her neighbor who is a lot older than her was her friend for a long time and eventually fell in love with her, but she had other ideas for her life. This one felt strange, but also that air of longing was particularly poignant in this one.

The Fish was one story not set in the 19th century. It was set in the Middle Ages following King Erik. He can’t ever seem to find satisfaction in his life anymore. Then a tale is told of how he came in possession of a certain lady’s ring through the belly of a fish. Apparently in actual life King Erik was murdered for seducing this lady. I like how Blixen came up with a story of how that assumption might have been made. This was another set in her native Denmark and it was cool it drew on the history as well.

Peter and Rosa was about two cousins brought up together. The boy desperately wants to run away to sea and Rosa after thinking she’d like it if he’d leave discovers she doesn’t want him to go after all. This story ended up having such a magical feel. Also extremely poignant in its sense of longing and desire. Even of clashing passions. It ended in such a dramatic, dark, fairytalesque, but beautiful way. It’s hard to pick , but this might be my favorite.

Sorrow - Acre was about a young man returning to his Uncle’s farm in Denmark. This was the other story not set in the 19th century ( I think it was the 18th). His uncle is making a woman work a whole field of his in order to save her son from being punished for burning down a barn. This story was about new ideas clashing with old ones. A new way of thinking colliding with an old order.

A Consolatory Tale was about a man and his friend talking in a cafe in Paris. The man is a writer and tired of how an artist always needs the public. His friend tells him the story of a time in Persia when he was intimate with the Prince and how he discovered that opposites always coexist. Rich and poor. Men and women. Artists and the people who consume the art. This was the most moralistic and because it seemed like it was trying to teach a lesson I liked it the least, but it was still good.

Do I recommend this?:

Yes! Wonderful short stories if you’re looking for a good classic collection. This is for those who like the past, a sense of wistfulness, desire or longing or are looking for some good Danish literature. While this is called Winter’s Tales there’s nothing wintry about it except perhaps the mood, so you don’t necessarily need to read it in winter.

~ Katie

#Winter's Tales #Isak Dinesen #Karen Blixen #Short Stories #Danish Literature #1940's literature #penguin modern classics

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isisisak · 5 years ago

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His dumb heartbeat. He heard it again just like this night when he couldn’t sleep anymore and heard it so loud he thought he felt it. But he knew he didn’t. He was just being dumb.

Isak let his backpack fall to the ground roughly, gritting his teeth when it – including his laptop – made a loud thud noise. Great. Great going, now the paper he spent all day working on was probably gone… or tried working on, before the shouting had started. Like it always did.

He was so pissed. Pissed at them for not giving him one day to study even though he needed it. Pissed at his inability to fall asleep again last night. Pissed at himself for not being more used to it by now, pissed for getting pissed.

The coffee shop was his only refuge nowadays. Sure, he could go to Jonas’ and Eva’s place, but they just moved in together and really, they didn’t need him bringing them down every day just because his sister and mother couldn’t go one day without screaming at each other.

Isak sighed when his laptop showed no signs of being broken. Half disappointed and half relieved. He really needed to work on this even though all he wanted to do right now was crawl into a hiding place and not get out until it was way too late for anyone to still be awake. Apart from him of course. He was always awake.

Isak started to aggressively detangle his headphones when “Hi.”

The voice startled Isak. He looked up with a deep frown still on his face. Even.

At his expression Even’s smile dimmed visibly and- shit. This was the best part about the coffee shop. He was the best part.

Always talking to him when Isak ordered the same boring cup of black coffee, bringing him his order to the table even though no one else got waited on, smiling at him in a way that made his stomach fill with something else than the usual dread that seemed to live there permanently nowadays.

“Oh, hi.” Isak tried to smile, but it felt like a grimace. He looked down at the tangled mess in his hand.

It was silent for a moment. And Isak really wanted to say something to apologize, but everything felt dumb, felt like he was imposing on Even by saying sorry I dimmed your smile by frowning at you because what the fuck gave him even the idea that he could have that much importance anyway and- he felt his mouth twist as he pressed his teeth together once again. Add pissed that he threw an accidental glare at the only thing he was looking forward to these past months to the list.

It looked like Even would turn around, back to the counter, which made this awful familiar pressure return to the space between his throat and rips.

But Even hesitated, then tapped his fingers on the table twice before asking “Rough day?”

Isak looked up again, still nowhere near smiling, but he didn’t think he was actively frowning anymore either. Who the fuck knew.

With a half shrug he nodded, eyes darting back down to look at the hand that was now resting on his table. “Yeah.” It came out croakier than he expected so he coughed once, then added “It’s … shit.” Another half shrug.

Even made a sympathetic noise and bounced on his heels. He did that sometimes. One side of Isak’s mouth quirked because, he really liked when Even did that. On good days, days he felt cocky, he kinda told himself that maybe, perhaps, Even did that because he was a tiny bit nervous talking to him.

Today he had no energy to read anything into stuff like that though. But he still liked it.

“Can I get you something really nice then? Maybe something with sirup and cream for a change?” When Isak looked up he saw that Even’s smile was reaching his eyes, forming these sunny moons (he was no poet, okay? Leave him alone) and making everything look brighter.

With a roll of his eyes Isak breathed out a laugh. “Black, thank you.” Even groaned but winked at him. Or blinked, to be honest. Even really couldn’t wink. Another thing Isak really liked. Also, that he knew that because Even had tried to wink at him several times was also another thing he liked.

When Even was behind the counter again, preparing his order, Isak spread his notes all over the tiny table. He felt exhausted. He had no clue how he was supposed to finish this tonight. By the effect of Even he was considerably less pissed but still, just so so tired.

“Here you go.” Even placed his coffee beside him. And a chocolate cupcake. When Isak looked up with lifted brows, Even was bouncing again. And bit his lip (where Isak’s eyes lingered for a second, maybe two).

“I thought maybe you could need the sugar. Tonight’s the deadline for that paper, right?”

And – huh.

“…Yeah.” Isak said, voice sounding a little awed. Because he was. Because Even remembered that from when he mentioned it what must’ve been a week ago or something. Isak felt himself staring and started to nod to get out of it.

“Uh, yes. Thanks.” He smiled, it felt a bit bitter though. “Even though I have no clue how I’m supposed to make it. I’ll probably need to do an allnighter. My family was-“ And woah. He didn’t tell people about that. He frowned at the table again. Then shrugged again. “Anyway, thanks for the muffin.”

Out of his peripheral vision he saw Even nod. But he lingered. And Isak was this close to asking him to please, sit which would be more than dumb, considering Even was currently working.

“Uh…” Even scratched his neck, looking somewhere else before taking a deep breath and then returning his gaze to Isak. “So, I’m closing today and- I mean I don’t know if you’re… that is I know how shit allnighters can be so if you want to stay here and get free coffee all night we could do that.”

Now Isak was definitely staring. Because “Huh?”

Even was sucking in his lips and the bouncing increased once again. “Yeah. I have to do stuff for uni too and we could do that here. Together. If you want.”

Oh. “Oh.” Yes. “Yes! Uh- yeah that sounds… fun.” Isak pulled a face after he landed on the word and it made Even laugh. Another thing Isak really liked about Even. His laugh. And no, it was not the same thing than his smile. Equally likable, sue him.

“Well, not fun but” he searched for the right words for a second and when he found them he said them with yet another half shrug. “it would definitely be less shit if you’re there.”

And yes, he felt his face heat, but he also felt the other feeling in his stomach – the good one – because Even was giving him the sunny half moons smile again.

Isak smiled back.

#isak valtersen #even bech naeshiem #isak x even #evak #skam #isi's hcs #defo not what i thought id write as my cOmE bAcK but ya know.... sometimes a gal needs to self project and cope with drama so #also lea is alive and kicking in this one obvi #and theyre both in uni idk #idk idk idk #thanks to rino i feel kinda goodish about this at least way better than i did before showing it to them so bless

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evyisaks · 5 years ago

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Parts of a Isak and Even fic that I’ll never actually fully write or finish. It’s a break up fic. Sorry if the characters seem OOC for people because we all know that they’d never actually break up.

Isak knows what hurts Even the most. That’s why he never uses it against him and why it doesn’t get brought up in arguments and during shouting fights. Isak knows that if he ever uses it that it means that they are done. Which is why he would never.

It happens during their longest argument. Even knows about the abandonment issues that Isak has so if Even ever left during a fight he made sure that Isak knew that he loved him and that he’d come back, and if he was ever so angry that he forgot to do that he always called. This was an unspoken rule between them and mostly Even just wanted Isak to know that he just needed time to calm down but that the love was still there.

Even knows what hurts Isak the most. That’s why he never uses it against him and why it happens during arguments and during shoutings fights. Even knows that if he ever uses it that it means that they are done. Which is why during their last and longest argument he leaves without a word and Isak waits and waits and waits and waits for a phone call or text message - and then he stops waiting.

Even doesn’t come home that night and Isak leaves to spend the weekend in Oslo.

When Isak returns from Oslo this happens:

Even cooking his favorite food(s)

Isak asking for them to not talk for just one more night and just sleep. He just wants to sleep

Both of them spend the night in each others arms. Isak tries to stay strong and let the tears show. Even shows his.

isak is the first one to wake up, if he was actually sleeping.

Isak is packing his things when Even wakes up, and when Isak is ready to leave Even stops him.

“Really Isak? This is how you want to end our relationship? No goodbye? It’s like we meant nothing to you.”

"This meant nothing to me? What do you want from me Even? Do you want me to yell at you? To scream? To cry? Do you want me to beg you to give us a try? Do you want to hear how my heart is breaking right now? Or how I don't know when I will be over this - over you. How I'll always love you. Is that what you want? You... You fell in love with someone else Even. How could I compete with that?"

“I-I...what do you mean?”

“Please don’t lie to me Even. Please don’t make a fool out of me. You think that I don’t know? That I haven’t seen the signs? I hoped that it was just my imagination but Even, i don’t remember the last time you told me that you loved me.”

“I’m sorry. I did though. I still do. I just feel like I don’t deserve to say it anymore, not when my heart isn’t with only you.”

“I know. For what it’s worth, you are the love of my life Even and you probably always will be. I will always love you.“

A year passes and nothing changes - except the fact that Isak is now back at Oslo and studying at the university there.

Another one passes. Another year with one night stands: Erik, Jens, Eivind...?

One more year passes. He doesn’t spend it alone - there’s Julian.

Julian but he’s not Even.

New year.

They meet again 5 years later. It's been easy to not see each other- with Isak moving back to Oslo and Even staying in Trondheim. But he's back now and he's not alone. But he's not with the person that was the reason for their break up.

The reason for their break up was a brown eyed brunette. She was studying to be a teacher too and had dreams of becoming a painter but put them on hold to get a job that could "actually get her some income". Isak found ways to accept the fact that he fell in love with someone else and that someone else was a girl. Someone who could give him a family and give him everything. It sounded wrong and probably problematic, as Vilde would say, but it made it easier to accept it when thinking like that.

However the person that he sees Even with now is a blue eyed boy with dark hair and he's so pretty and Even looks so happy, and it makes him want to cry. 5 years later and all the denial that Isak was in washes away. The ugly truth comes crashing back. Even didn't leave him because he wanted to be with a girl. Even just fell out of love with Isak because wasn’t enough.

His name is Arvid and he is so fucking nice and Isak hates that - hates the fact that there’s nothing to hate about this guy. He looks at Even the way Even used to look at him, when they were both in love with each other, and Even looks at him like he’s the only one in the room.

He puts the anger and hate on Jonas instead. Jonas who is so stupidly in love with Mikael and the happiness made him lose braincells so they are all currently having dinner at Yousef and Sana’s - a way to catch up.

This happens when Isak and Even for some damn reason end up alone. Why are alone?

Breaking the silence is easier said then done but Isak does it somehow, and what the fuck:

“Arvid seems awesome.”

“Yeah he is.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Not exactly sure but i think a bit over 4 years.”

“Huh. That’s.... that’s longer than we were.”

“Isak i’-”

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

Another year passes and nothing really changes.

Another year passes and there’s no longer a Even and Arvid. Nobody but Isak really knows why. There’s Isak and Fredrik instead.

10.

Another year passes and Isak and Even are friends again.

11.

Another year passes and there’s late nights and swimming pools. Isak and Fredrik

12.

Another year passes and it’s baby steps.

13.

Another year passes and it’s almost the start of something new - or is it old?

14.

Another year passes and it’s: “you’re the love of my life”. And it’s: “I’m not sure if I ever actually stopped loving you. You were always so real - the realest thing that I knew, and I think that I was afraid. Because you were so real and I felt so fake, and I think that i didn’t let myself love you anymore.”

15.

Another year passes and it’s mostly wrongs than rights. It’s mostly trust-issues, abandonment issues, and misunderstandings; miscommunications.

16.

Another year passes and it’s “I didn’t say it back years ago but you’re the love of my life too Isak.”

17.

Another year passes and it’s mostly rights than wrongs. It’s mostly I love yous, promises, understandings, and communication.

18.

Another year passes and it just is.

19.

Another year passes and it’s six years now since the new beginning.

20.

Another year passes and they are three now.

21.

#evak #skam #idk what this is #i just #yes #idea that i had to get out of my head #sorry

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