#chriseva fics

[reivenesque]

Hi. Sorry to bother you. I'm looking for a fanfiction story where Eva and Chris were at Sana's Eid party. Chris cleans Eva's mouth saying something like "Jonas can't make anything right, can he?", immediately after interacting with Emma. I wish I had more details. I know they ended up together obv and I think it was a one-shot. In my mind, you were the writer. I searched on AO3 and couldn't find. Please HELP? (sorry for my english btw)

Hi hun. Unfortunately it's not one of my fics and the description doesn't ring a bell. I'm really sorry but I don't think I can help you with this 🙏

Does other Chriseva fans know this fic and can help this anon out?

[whippedkoalas]

I finally have time to talk a little bit about my big bang participation :

My wish for you

(link to Eva’s Instagram by @crackandcanonships )

Last year, I got this idea of a long fic about grief. The plot of My wish for you came very naturally. Then the big bang was created by Julia and it took me a little bit to take the decision to sign up, for various reasons.

I still decided to sign up because why not. You’re writing a chriseva fic, there won’t be a lot of William, it’s gonna be okay. hmmm hmmm. Yeah, I know, I fooled myself, I can’t write a story without him.

Anyway, after months of writing and trying to come up with a believable story, trying to have a story for each character, my posting day was last week.

I want to thank Taylor (@tailsbeth )  for being an amazing beta and for her support during the whole process. You can read her own work on @tailsbeth-writes and follow her sideblogs about every version of skam ( @shame-in-norwegian and @shame-in-french for now). She really deserves all the love.

Thanks to Julia, ( @crackandcanonships ) for her amazing art and for organizing the big bang. You can also find her fics on ao3 too.

And I also want to thank everyone that commented, liked or shared that fic. It means a lot to know that people loved that story. I still feel guilty to have killed Jonas but I’m really glad to share that story with you.

[halsteadsass]

Kaleidoscopes

Fandom: Skam [on ao3] 

Pairing: Noora/William | Noorhelm ; Chris/Eva | Chriseva

Part: One

Summary: William has finally moved in with Noora and is now dealing with the repercussions of being cut off. Chris has made it clear where he stands with Eva, but what happens when what was once enough isn't anymore? Life goes on. At least that's what everybody says. 

or 

the one where an adventure begins and another one ends.

**

The party was quite beautiful.

There was something about the way a celebration can bring together people from all walks of life. Each person had affected each other in one way or another. Sometimes all it took was one choice.

They would all remember this moment. In ten years from now, when they're all in different paths in life, this is what they'd look back on. They we're all connected.

Forever or fleeting, that mattered.

Everything was going to change after today. He had no idea where his life was heading. If he was good at anything, it was pretending that everything was fine.

William Magnusson, affected by anything? Not a chance.

Except that was a facade. Shit did get to him, but his problems were his own.

"So, I was talking to Eva earlier." Noora says as she casually strolls up to the spot he's been sitting. Taking a seat right in his lap, throwing him off balance in his thoughts.

"Did she say anything about what's going on with Chris?" he asks.

William was worried, to say the least. He had seen Chris be adamant about a lot of things in the span of time he's known him. The moral of the story - cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye promises were shit and he'd change his mind in a heartbeat. William had to keep reminding himself that things are different now, of course. They've grown up and matured. He questioned Chris the same way when Chris told him he would be joining the army. It's not to make him doubt himself, but be absolutely fucking sure. Chris deserved to feel the amount of happiness he felt. Nevertheless, William knows Chris can handle himself, but there was a part of him that still felt the need to look out for him.

It's always been the two of them against the world.

Being seven making paper eye patches to wear during their sword fights, sharing chicken pox miserably at nine but it was okay because wearing mittens as lobster claws was cool, the race at eleven for whose voice would crack and who'd get their first armpit hair first, turning fifteen and competing for the higher amount of goals in football for a dumb trophy or being seventeen doing Russ together while throwing what they thought were groundbreaking parties. The time at nineteen fates finally deemed goodbye for a while was necessary.

"Promise me that no matter how far we're separated this isn't a permanent goodbye." Chris muttered quickly because feelings sucked. Change was scary. He was smart enough to know that this would happen one day. He just never wanted it too. "You're my best friend."

William expected this to go much easier. Everyone found it so easy to leave him so why was it so hard to just pick himself for once. Chris had never left him. It was that simple. Instead, William felt terrible like he was losing a limb from his body, but he'd never dare show it. "When Noora and I have kids, I need proof that I was cooler."

"Fuck you, Magnusson."

"You wish."

One pill after another to swallow.

"I think I'm in love with Eva." That statement didn't throw William. It's been four years leading up to this moment. Two spent where Chris only had eyes for Eva. Anyone involved with either of them could see it. For Christ-sakes, they've been attached at the hip. He's more surprised that its taken him this long to admit he has feelings.

William rests his head on her shoulder looking back in the same spot he was earlier - Chris and Eva dancing to some slow song he doesn't know the name of.

"Is this why you're sitting here brooding?" Noora asks.

"Chris told me he thinks he's in love with her."

Noora spun her head around quickly to look at him, "What?"

"He dropped it on me and I told him that he isn't." William admitted. He's starting to get that really awful itch inside of his stomach he gets when he knows he's done something he shouldn't have. Don't get him wrong, at the moment, he thought what he was saying was correct.

Now that stupid advice he gave isn't looking too hot. He's noticed how anxious Chris has been the last couple days in anticipation to how Chris has not taken his eyes off Eva since they picked her up.

"I think I was wrong." William states. He missed the mark completely.

Noora surveyed the scene in front of her, "I have never seen Chris be nervous around a girl, especially Eva. He's trying." Swiping the fallen pieces of William's hair out of his face, Noora continued, "I think I'd be really great if he got some encouraging words from his best friend."

William picked Noora up and gently sat her down in the spot he previously occupied. "I think I will."

Before William got too far away, Noora grabbed his hand to make him pause, "Eva's a little bit in love with him too. She's just scared, but you didn't hear it from me."

William gave a quick kiss to her inner palm, "Thank you."

"Can I steal him for a minute?" he asked after tapping on Chris's shoulder to get their attention.

"Aw, you want to dance? How sweet of you Wilhelm." Chris said in a sickeningly high pitched voice that made him to want to drill holes into his head. Not to mention, Chris thinking its hilarious to call him Wilhelm every once and a while to rile him up is going to have to stop.

"Funny. No, I actually need to talk to you."

Eva threw a wave of her hand in the air before she took off in the direction of Noora, "Bye boys."

Chris grabbed William's arm tightly,"Oh thank god, you came and saved me."

"What?" William scrunched up his nose in confusion. Saved him? What the fuck was going on.

"We have to get out of here." Chris said panicking.

William could see the sweat starting to pool around the edges of his hairline and it wasn't hot out. "Again, I repeat, what?"

"I was trying to tell Eva she's pretty but all I said was the purple is nice. Not that she looks pretty in her purple dress. JUST PURPLE." Chris was whisper yelling at him right now. "You never said it was this hard for you and Noora."

"It wasn't."

"You didn't win her over without woo-ing her."

"Woo-ing her? I won her over with my winning personality." William stated with the smile of a Cheshire cat.

"Where? In between the constant brooding or eye rolling?"

William placed his hands on both of Chris's shoulders, "No, that's only reserved for you."

"I hate you." Chris sighed miserably.

"Relatable."

"No wonder why she won't give me a chance. I think I love her and suddenly all my ability to speak to her like a normal human being flies out of the window."

"You just need to collect yourself. You're too much in you head right now. Being nervous is okay. Giving up is not a part of your vocabulary. You've never given up on anything in your life." He wants to say including him but he doesn't. "You don't need any big theatrics even though that's sort of your thing. Dramatics and all. You just need to be open and honest. Listen to every word she says and every word she doesn't. Be as loyal to her as you've been to me all these years. You're capable of being more than a high school reputation you've grown out of. Just be yourself."

"What if she doesn't like who I am?"

"Bullshit Chris. She wouldn't have had any type of contact with you for four years now if she hadn't." William so desperately wants to tell Chris what Noora told him but Chris should discover it on his own.

Chris takes a deep breath in through his nose and exhales through his mouth letting the nervous energy fall away, "Fuck, I wish there was some alcohol at this party."

"You got this." William says adamantly.

"I got this." Chris repeats confidently.

All would fall into place. It always does.

The games have officially begun.

**

Eskild just hasn't realized William's been playing along until then.

William could hear the bathroom door open despite the hot water hitting the bottom of the porcelain tub. There was no reason to speed up the shower process. No, he would make Eskild wait for the show he's been practically begging for.

He's not complaining.

He actually gets quite the kick out of it.

Eventually, he does have to get out of the shower and get ready. William would joke that the world does not revolve around a certain blonde that’s completely destroyed his world in a great way, but it does. It truly does.

Noora gave him a list of very specific rules.

One: Don't be late. Be at Eva's at eight o'clock sharp. (He's slightly offended since he's never been late once. The eight months definitely don't count.)

Two: Wear the black on black suit. Chris is wearing a light blue shirt to match Eva's dress. (Since when did Noora give Chris the time of day enough to give him clothes advice?)

Three: Reassure Chris. I'm doing the same with Eva. Anything and everything is possible. Our best friends deserve to be in love like us. (Except we're better.)

Four: This is not a rule. I love you. Thank you for always being the best. (He loves her too. He can't wait to see how beautiful she'll look tonight.)

If he fucked this up, he'd officially have a pissed off girlfriend and best friend for ruining the night.

A situation that is completely avoidable.

Turning the knob to kill the water, he pulled the shower curtain back. Eskild's eyes went from his face to his chest to his abs and finally to the money shot.

A smirk unfolded upon his lips as he fastened the towel around his waist. Extra low on the hips to show off the v on purpose. "I hope you enjoyed the show."

Eskild was flabbergasted. William had been there a month already and showed no signs of loosening up. The power point presentation was the last time the nerves choking him seemed to be nonexistent.

"You can give me one anytime, Willie."

"William, Eskild." He corrected. "Was it everything you hoped it to be?"

"More so, Wilhelm." Eskild said making a point. I guess it was better than pookie which he got the first week here.

Moving past Eskild, he felt a hand slide down his back. "Slick pookie."

William groaned internally. He spoke too soon.

**

The moon was shining exceptionally bright tonight.

Morning. This morning.

The chill has already creeped in, nipping at the tip of his nose and ears. Its made its home in his bones and upon every uncovered surface.

William's sort of mad at himself or maybe the world for pushing him back into this nasty habit again.

Definitely only his fault.

His lips are wrapped around the cigarette taking a long deep drag before exhaling the smoke burning his throat.

The streets are dead and the only sound he can hear are his own thoughts running rapid in his head. He was silently struggling with everything that was his life right now. The only happiness he had was Noora. She was his constant.

The new job was killing him, but he knew this is what he had to do. Taking orders wasn't something William was fond of because he was always the one giving them. Now he's sorting through law office mail and grabbing coffee. In Chris' words - a peasant. If William could have smacked the smirk off his face that day, he would of. The little shit makes one responsible decision in his life and he's suddenly on a pedestal.

William had to keep reminding himself this was a foot in the door as he flicked the cigarette into the middle of the street. He had to earn his way to the top and he respected that. Its just that adapting looked so much easier on everybody else.

The door of the apartment building creaked open and a sleepy Noora walked out. The guilt of worrying her when she awoke to an empty bed nawed at his insides, but when she sat down on the sidewalk curb right next to him, it vanished. She easily slipped her arm around his and the warmth she exuded sent chills down his spine. "What are you doing out here at three in the morning?"

He loved the sound of her voice when she was half awake. Raspy was cute on her.

"Thinking."

Noora tilted her head back to get a good look at his face, the worry lines evident in his forehead.

"You couldn't do it in bed?" she questioned. "I hate it when I can't feel you next to me." In an attempt to comfort him, Noora tugged him as close to her as she could manage.

William's expression turned warm, "It must be utterly devastating."

Noora nipped his earlobe with her teeth teasingly, "Only on the days Chris isn't available. We're finally at the point in our relationship where I'm accepting his offer on the threesome."

William scoffed his breath, "Over my dead body."

Noora smiled sickeningly sweet at the boy beside her, "That can be arranged, Wilhelm."

William leaned over giving her a kiss on her forehead, "You're lucky I love you."

Despite the sleepiness in her eyes, she managed to give him the most god damn beautiful smile he's always grateful to see, "I love you too, but you better give me a real kiss."

"Your wish is my command."

He made it agonizingly slow. Dragging his lips along her jawline, peppering kisses on her chin and around her lips. William's right hand cupped Noora's cheek, finally bringing his lips to hers.

They sat in silence after that.

Eventually, one of them had to surrender. Neither of them wanted to ruin the moment. The reality of the situation was that William was out here for a reason. No amount of banter would make that go away.

So Noora broke the silence, "Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?"

Blissful moment over.

William considered just pushing it aside, working through it on his own, but Noora would see right through him. Sometimes he misses the day he was a mystery to her.

"I'm just having a hard time compartmentalizing everything."

Confusion washed over her, 'What do you mean?"

William sighed, "Starting over. Spending that month depending on you in a way I shouldn't have to. Accepting my position at work." Does my father even care about how I'm surviving?

He doesn't say that out loud.

"Listen to me, William Magnusson. Everyone in their life has to make hard decisions and you should be proud of yourself for what you have accomplished. Not everyone can be as strong as you have been. You may not see it, but everyone else does. I do."

"My father has made me feel like I've been a burden my whole life. I don't want to become one to you." he admitted.

Noora looked him straight in the eyes, her gaze steady and strong, "You have always taken care of me and now its my turn. You have to let me do that for you."

"I just want to be the best man I can be for you because its what you deserve. Not a man who is one step away from falling apart."

"Acknowledging that you aren't okay is a step in the right direction."

"You think so?" This was new to William. The constant questioning of every distinct moment currently happening in his life.

Noora nodded, "I know so. Everything can only get better from here."

**

Chris has taken romantic gestures to a whole new level.

It's one thing to wake up to breakfast in bed, but a whole other thing to wake up to a huge feast surrounded by rose petals.

The intense floral smell was too distinct for her to ignore and go back to sleep.

Eva pulls herself up into sitting position to find herself the only one in bed. The last she remembers, Chris was in bed next to her holding her tightly. Just the way she liked. It always made her feel so safe - so wanted.

This side of Chris was different. She admired it.

Here's the kicker, not everything about him has changed. He's not one to pull something of this caliber and not stay for the show.

"Paint me like one of your french boys, Eva." Chris teases flipping the spare blanket open to flash his goods from where's he laying on her lounge.

"Fuck, Chris." Eva laughs clutching her chest. "You scared me."

"You're welcome." He was so proud of himself. Eva bets he's giving himself mental pats on the shoulders for being so brilliant.

"Do you like it?" Chris asks, smiling so wide it reminds her of a kid in a candy shop.

Eva shrugs her bare shoulders, "You know I can't answer that. I haven't tried it yet." She doesn't add in the part that everything he's ever made her has been delicious. She can't afford to feed his ego farther.

She appreciates it all. Who doesn't like to get pampered in this fashion? The effort he's been putting in hasn't gone unnoticed.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asks.

"For you to feed it to me." Eva quips back grabbing the fork and knife ready to pick at the blueberry pancakes.

"What if you just have me for breakfast instead?" Chris asks suggestively making Eva drop the fork onto the tray.

She looks up to look at him and there's nothing about him that's joking.

Well damn. How do you say no to that?

[salengedusmiler-blog]

Watch your favourite Skam characters open their advent calendars together with their friends. 24 days of more or less Christmassy friendship and couple fluff!

[shanhugs]

to attempt to fill in for the lack of mohnstad content on ao3

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: SKAM (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eva Kviig Mohn/Christoffer Schistad Characters: Eva Kviig Mohn, Christoffer Schistad, Noora Amalie Sætre, William Magnusson, Sana Bakkoush, Yousef Acar Additional Tags: Future, Mohnstad, Chriseva, no emma or chris, brief yousana, brief noorhelm, Alternate Universe - Future, maybe some brief evak idk Summary:

Sana's Eid party affected the life of two people attending forever. Chris and Eva came to the celebration together and then left separately but then Chris never showed up to anything again. He never replied to texts then after a week Eva hears a knock on the front door as she opens the door expecting someone there but instead sees a note attached to the door bell. A note from Christoffer Schistad himself a note saying...

"One day I'll come back."

[summerfitzy]

playing for keeps

Fandom: SKAM Ship: Chris x Eva Summary: Eva hadn't expected this much enthusiasm from Chris when she asked him to pretend they were dating. ao3

skam month, fanfiction week, day 5: your choice

They fell onto Noora’s couch somewhere between four and five a.m., too tired to mind the close fit and narrow cushions. Chris had planned to leave Eva’s party with her from the minute he’d stepped out of William’s car—fine, from the second he’d known he’d be free for it—but he’d pictured them heading out to a bar or a club. Somewhere with tequila shots, dim lighting, and loud music.

(Or to her bedroom. His. Those worked too.)

As Eva mumbled her eyes shut and molded her back against his chest, Chris decided that he didn’t mind the way things had gone. “Happy birthday, stalker,” he said into her neck, letting his lips linger there.

He might have thought she’d passed out—she’d drank enough—if not for her belated, mumbled reply. “It’s not my birthday anymore.” She slanted her chin to look back at him. “I hate when it’s not my birthday anymore.” Shots and champagne continued to soak her breath and voice, painting them both a bit breathier, a bit sulkier than usual.

Chris smirked down at her. He liked all variations of Eva, but drunk, sleepy Eva had her moments. (Even with her make-up smudged around her eyes and her hair scrambled.) (Especially with her smudged make-up and scrambled hair.) “It’ll happen again next year.” (Fuck, he’d lost any right to give William shit about Noora.)

A long sigh slipped from Eva’s mouth. “But next year is so far.”

Such a long-suffering sigh that Chris couldn’t help but muffle a laugh into her shoulder. “We can have a second birthday party tomorrow,” he said, sliding his palm along the slit in her dress, the bare skin within. “Just us.”

An objectively ridiculous amount of triumph widened his grin when he heard her giggle. “So selfless.”

A very serious nod. “I try.”

“Mhm.”

And then he was closing his eyes, about to give himself over to sleep and the, no doubt, pounding hangover that would follow, when—“Chris?”

He tightened his arms around her, and pressed a shushing sound into her hair.

“I slept with Jonas.”

Chris’s eyes peeled open. Eva had already turned to face him again, dragging her lower lip between her teeth. Usually, he’d bite it for her. Now, he shook his head, brow creased and lips stretched into his easiest, autopilot smile. “What?”

“Earlier this week.”

He couldn’t stop shaking his head, couldn’t fix his face out of its fake fucking smile. “Great?” he said, even though nothing seemed great at all. The girl he’d just told William he might love was fucking her ex-boyfriend. And he didn’t even have any room to be pissed about it, because she wasn’t his girlfriend, because their hook-ups had never had strings, because she wasn’t his.

(But she was with him right now. No one else. There was that.)

She shook her head too, with one decisive jerk. “Not great. Now he wants to get back together.”

Chris could have told her months ago that Jonas wanted her back—who the hell wouldn’t—but swallowed that particular insight. Focused on her other words: not great. “You don’t?” He could have told her that Jonas was a pretentious asshole too, and that she seemed several hundred times happier now, with him, than she had when he first met her.

(But he didn’t.) (Eva wasn’t with him, not really.) (Not yet.)

Another jerk of her head. "So when he cornered me about it at my party”—she cringed—“I kind of told him that we’d just started dating?”

His bullshit smile finally faltered. “Elaborate plan.” Chris’s face went black, before resetting, before grinning from his mouth to his eyes. “If you wanted to be my girlfriend, you could have just told me. Asked me out. Sent a love letter, maybe.”

Eva shoved at him, soft enough that it felt more like a pat. “I knew I should have said Adam,” she mumbled, before rolling back to her side. “So much less smug.”

Chris didn’t know who Adam was, but didn’t blink before replying, “Yeah, but you like me more.”

She shrugged against his chest. He’d take that to mean true.

“So I’m your boyfriend now?” he teased a moment later, resting a palm on her hip.

“Fake boyfriend,” she said into a couch cushion.

Just as well that she wasn’t facing him anymore—he couldn’t stop smirking.

The thing about being Eva’s fake boyfriend was, he could do all the cheesy, romantic shit he wanted and play it off as a joke. For instance: he could knock on her bedroom window with a surprise bouquet of daffodils, and pretend it was a game.

(If this was a game, it was one he intended to win.)

Hair pulled back into a lopsided bun, Eva closed her laptop, slid her long, bare legs out of bed, and stood to open the window for him with a raised brow.

Chris maneuvered his way inside with what he’d call considerable grace—he’d had enough practice—before placing the flowers into her skeptical hands and then spreading his arms wide. “Fake boyfriend reporting for duty.”

Eva raised the bright petals up to her nose, even as she rolled her eyes. Chris tallied a victory for himself. “I can’t believe I told you.”

“Nah, it’s good you did,” he said, flopping down on her unmade bed when she went to set the flowers on her desk. “Communication is the key to any healthy relationship.”

Her oversized, red t-shirt wavered across her pale thighs as she joined him on her wrinkled sheets; Chris tracked its hem with hooded eyes.

“Which you’re the expert on.”

“Who do you think William gets advice from?”

That got him a breath of laughter. “William and Noora just spent eight months sulking in different countries because of shitty communication.”

“I know.” Chris cast a baleful glance up at the ceiling. “If he’d only listened to me…”

Rolling her eyes again, Eva turned to push him down onto the mattress with both palms. “We can communicate now,” she murmured, spreading her knees around his hips. “Or you can kiss me.”

His hands shot up to tug her face down to his. He hadn’t actually come to hook up with Eva—for once—but he could multi-task. Especially when multi-tasking involved his tongue in Eva’s mouth and his palms on the warm skin beneath her t-shirt.

Moments later, Chris had her flipped beneath him, his fingers rising past her ribcage, and a grin on his face. “No bra?”

She smirked up at him. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.” Fuck, he loved her smirks.

“Not even your fake boyfriend?”

He was pretty sure she mumbled shut up into his mouth before kissing him again. 

Chris did not get around to the multi-tasking part of his visit until Eva rolled off of him and into her pillow, her auburn hair thoroughly disheveled against her bare shoulders. She glanced over at him. “I have to ask you something. While you’re in a good mood.”

He drawled his fingers from the curve of her chest to the dip of her waist to the flare of hips. “Ask me naked then.”

Eva arched an eyebrow at him, and pulled her sheets up to her collarbone. Chris might have minded if he didn’t feel so confident that he could talk her out of them again in under a minute. “I’m going to this party,” she started.

“I’m in.”

“There probably won’t be alcohol.” Confusion stretched across his face, amusement across hers. “It’s Sana’s Eid party, and I wouldn’t ask, but Jonas is going, and…”

He found a smirk of his own. “And you need a fake boyfriend?”

“Exactly.”

“Done.” And the thing was—they could have been done there. Chris had come to ask Eva out on a date with him, a real date, and now they had one. Easy. Sorted. No work required on his part. “Or…” he felt himself licking his lips. “You could take your real boyfriend.” (Easy was overrated.)

Chris wasn’t sure when he’d started to think of Eva as more than a hook-up or a friend, only that it went back before her birthday party. Before the military, even. Only that he really fucking liked knowing that her ex thought she was his now. That should have been enough.

Eva narrowed her eyes at him. “But I don’t have a real boyfriend.”

“You could.” Should have been enough—but wasn’t.

A snort. “You don’t want to be my boyfriend.”

“Why not?”

Leaning her lips back against his, she took her time murmuring, “Because you’ve told me that you hate being a boyfriend.” He had. Multiple times. Chris kind of wanted to punch himself for it now.

“Hated,” he corrected instead. “Past tense. I’ve grown.”

“Oh, really?” She was still pressed against him, still trailing her mouth along his jaw, so Chris didn’t take her skepticism overly hard.

“Healthy relationship expert now,” he said, curling his fingers through her hair. “Remember?”

“Right,” she said, laughed, slid her swollen lips against his again. “Let’s try a date first.”

She had to be able to feel the size of his grin, because a moment later, she added, “Don’t be so smug. I might not put out on a first date.”

(He still felt pretty damn smug.)

(Pretty damn happy.)

(Same difference.)

[rixwrites]

The Chaser Gets Chased (Chapter 4 Preview)

Author’s note: Hello again! I have finished the first scene of the last chapter of ‘The Chaser Gets Chased’ and figured I’d share it with you guys as a 1.5k long preview to the entire chapter. I’ve kept you waiting long enough - and I do feel sorry about it. Blame my French exam: I do, too.  Also: a special thank you to the anon who sent me a lovely message and gave me a much-needed kick in the butt to get started.  Anyway, do let me know what you think of this first scene and I hope to have the entire chapter finished sometime this weekend!

CHAPTER 4 - PREVIEW

The Sixth Year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws have a free period following lunch on Wednesdays and much like every other week, William Magnusson finds himself holed up in the Arithmancy section working on next week’s assignment. He’s hidden behind a bookcase filled with overly large and stuffy books that don’t seem to have been touched in decades, enjoying the solitude for as long as it’ll last. (Erik has never been good with numbers – William’s expecting his friend to come find him as soon he’s finished with his Herbology essay.)

The Ravenclaw is halfway through his Arithmancy homework when the chair in front of him gets pulled from underneath the table. When he looks up, it’s not the blonde Ravenclaw he was somewhat expecting but rather his Gryffindor best friend clearing some of the cluttered workspace for himself. Chris initially doesn’t offer any explanation for his unannounced presence and William just greets him silently before continuing with his work.

Chris seems distracted – more so than usual without his girlfriend around. He wiggles around in his seat, opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something and then closes it again, before sighing while listlessly leafing through his textbook. Frankly: he’s driving William nuts.

William understands there’s something Chris wants to say but figures it can wait: unless the castle is on fire or someone has died, the Prefect would very much like to have this assignment finished before patrols tonight. It would upset his entire week’s schedule if he didn’t. Nonetheless, Chris’s shifty behavior keeps William from completely blocking out his surroundings and because of this less-than-optimal focus, the Ravenclaw notices someone occupying the desk on the other side of the bookcase.

The student pulls a couple books from the shelves – creating a little window for William to peek through – and makes themselves comfortable to begin an afternoon of studying. When the thick robes come off and the student ties up her long blonde hair – for it is definitely a her – William catches sight of scarlet-painted lips. His heart skips a beat before a scowl creeps across his face almost subconsciously.

Chris immediately takes notice and looks around hoping to find the cause for the change in his friend’s attitude. When he too, spots the pretty blonde, the words he’s been forcing down ever since the Patronus incident burst free.

The Gryffindor taps his wand on the side of their table and casts the Muffliato-charm, filling the ears of any person who might be trying to overhear their conversation with an unidentifiable buzzing sound. Then he clears his throat, making William tear his gaze away from Noora Sætre – which isn’t as easy as it probably should be for someone who hates his fellow Gryffindor as much as his best friend claims to.

“William.” Chris snaps his fingers in the brunette’s face. “Knock it off, would you? She doesn’t even know we’re here.”

William’s scowl deepens further. “Oh, really? I suppose it’s just a coincidence then that she’s in the library at the exact same moment that I am? That she’s occupying the table next to mine? She doesn’t even take Arithmancy!”

“Since when do you know Noora’s class schedule?” Chris raises an eyebrow in surprise. William glares.

“I don’t. I just know she’s not in my class, which means she’s not in Sixth Year Arithmancy.” He states matter-of-factly. “No, you’ll see: she’s just here to bother me some more. She didn’t get the last word the last time we spoke, so she’s come to try and convince me to go out with her.”

Chris scoffs. “Maybe come off your high horse, William,” He advises. “The last time you and Noora interacted, you humiliated her in front of the entire student body. I doubt she’ll be up for a date anytime soon…”

“Huh?” William turns his harsh glare away from a blissfully oblivious Noora and faces his friend. He seems confused which in turn confuses Chris. “What are you talking about?”

“The whole ‘Boggart in Slughorn’s closet’-thing?” Chris tries. “What did you think I was talking about?”

William swallows nervously – Chris smells something fishy. “Nothing.” The Ravenclaw sputters. “That, uhm, the Boggart-thing, just like you said…”

“You’re a rotten liar, Magnusson.” Chris’s eyes have turned into slits: he’s onto something here. “When did you speak to Noora?”

“I haven’t.” William takes another look at the blonde girl. Could it be that she hasn’t told her friend – who then undoubtedly would’ve told Chris – about their thing atop the Astronomy Tower?

“Are you sure?” Chris isn’t stupid: he and William have been friends since their first trip aboard the Hogwarts Express. He knows when his best friend’s lying to him. William throws him another glare. It’s defensive – Chris takes notice of that.

“Fine. If you say you haven’t spoken to her since then, I believe you.” Chris concedes.

“Thanks.” William turns back to his work – at this rate, he’ll never be finished by the end of his free period. He can already feel his eyes itch with the lack of sleep because of Chris’s (and by extension, Noora’s) interruption.

“It’s just…” Chris continues. William groans. “If you did talk to her…”

“Which I didn’t.” William interrupts. He almost growls.

“Which you didn’t,” Chris agrees. William hates how his friend’s agreement sounds smug. “But say you did, hypothetically, talk to Noora…”

“Is there a point to this?”

“There is, if you’d just stop interrupting me.” Chris deadpans.

“Get to it, would you?”

“Don’t make me hex you, Magnusson.” Chris threateningly waves his wand. “As I was saying: say you did talk to my dear fellow Gryffindor, I hope you used your manners? Said ‘thank you’, maybe?”

“Why should I?” William doesn’t like this: Chris knows something he doesn’t. That’s never a good sign.

“Remember that dolphin Patronus in the Great Hall?” William raises an eyebrow in question. Chris elaborates. “That was Noora.”

“Huh?” Chris’s smug little smile is back on his face.

“You heard me. That little display of magic which so greatly amused you after that Magical Creatures class? That was Noora.”

“Why?” William’s shocked: Patronus Charms are notoriously difficult and a Corporeal one, like Noora had allegedly cast, requires an even greater level of skill from the witch or wizard who conjures it.

“A little birdie must’ve told her you were a little down after Professor Hagrid’s class. She probably wanted to make you feel a little better after your encounter with the Thestrals.”

“She couldn’t have sent some chocolates, like any normal person?” William doesn’t know why he can’t just accept the idea of Noora doing something nice out of the kindness of her heart.

“You’d probably accuse her of trying to poison you. Or trying to slip you a love potion.” Chris is leaning back on the hindlegs of his chair and fiddling with one of William’s spare feathers. He’s the epitome of relaxation whereas William’s body becomes tenser by the second.

“No, this is something else.” He racks his brain for some kind of ulterior motive Noora must’ve had. He finds one, too. “Merlin! This is classic Sætre-behavior! And you fell for it! Merlin, you almost had me falling for it!”

Chris is frowning as William glares through the little peephole on the bookshelf at Noora. She’s furiously scribbling away on a lengthy scroll of parchment. If that’s the Transfiguration essay they’ve got due, she’s definitely reached and foregone the required length of 2 feet. William notices how she barely looks at her notes from class or the large number of books spread out around her.

Is she really writing a Transfiguration essay for Professor McGonagall without so much as consulting one reference work? The arrogance of this girl!

“What are you talking about? Classic Sætre-behavior? Have you completely lost your mind?” Chris sounds disbelieving - almost angry - when he pulls William out of his musings.

“Don’t you see?” William is well aware that he sounds slightly maniacal when he explains Noora’s supposed motives. “She didn’t conjure the Patronus for me, she did it to show off for everyone else! To show how talented and superior she is to everyone else! I bruised her ego, so she had her ass-kissers sing her praises and make her feel better about herself!”

Chris’s mouth is left hanging open: who is this narrow-minded individual ranting and raving in front of him and what happened to his best friend, the rational and level-headed guy he knows?

“Are you serious right now?” He finally voices. “Because if you are, you ought to know that I am about to punch you. Hard. Repeatedly.”

The crazy look in William’s eyes dims somewhat. Chris continues. “I don’t know what happened the last time you spoke to Noora, but it has rattled you. She hit a nerve and you’re unwilling to confront what she said to you.”

William goes to disagree, but Chris won’t let him. “Get your head out of your ass, Magnusson. And use your manners next time you talk to my Housemate.”

With one last angry look, Chris gathers all of his belongings and leaves William to his scattered thoughts. The Ravenclaw doesn’t finish his Arithmancy homework – too busy being ashamed of himself.

Author’s note: That was it! The first 1527 words of the last chapter of ‘The Chaser Gets Chased’. Do let me know what you think! I love reading your messages and your thoughts on the story. I’m working on the remainder of the story while you’re reading this and I hope to have it uploaded here soon! Have a great rest of the week!

[kalique-abrasaxx]

SKAM Roaring 20s AU Chris x Eva Aspiring singer Eva Mohn gets more than she bargained for when she takes a gig at an underground speakeasy and meets Christoffer Schistad- bootlegger, skirt chaser, and known associate of infamous crime boss William Magnusson.

[joyfullyqualitydaze]

Chriseva fic needed!!!

Will someone please write a fake dating!chriseva fic because we all need it. It can literally be whatever. Chris trying to prove to his family that's he's older and mature by showing of his pretend girlfriend Eva. Someone trying to make a move on Eva so pretend boyfriend Chris saves the day and they continue to pretend date for no reason! That one Chriseva prompt someone did about the best couple winning money and an eager chris and Eva needing some cash. LITERALLY ANY FORM OF THE FAKE DATING TROPE AND I WILL BE HAPPY

[reivenesque]

Did you read any good Skam fics? Which can recommend?

So sorry for the late reply and even more sorry to say that I don't really read all that many Skam fic, at least not enough to recommend any. If anyone has any recommendation feel free to share.

When it comes to Skam fics I really only write it and I only write Chriseva fics. If you're interested in that I reblogged a post that has a compilation of all my posted Chriseva fics.

Sorry I couldn't be more help 🙇

[buzzcutdrew]

SKAM MEETS HOGWARTS: Chriseva!hp - hufflepuff!Eva x slytherin!Chris.

People fall in love in mysterious ways.

[domestic-chriseva]

Ok so I wrote this before the Chris clip was published and I was hesitant to post it and now I’m rolling fuck! please enjoy!

I know this might sound crazy, but I’ve been thinking about you lately, I’m not tryna sound basic, But I think you’d be proud of the man that you made me. I don’t want your forgiveness. I just want you to know that you changed me.

song here x

He couldn’t stay away.

Eva thought that he was actually stalking this time but it did seem strange that he’d shown up to the third party of hers staring like he was lost in the 5th dimension of her eyes. She still remembers vividly the first time they hooked up.

Her legs interlaced and locked tight around his waist. Her hair in a jumbo mess and her mind in a sense of pure arouse but the scratches grazing his back didn’t stop him from finally getting Eva in his grasp.

He didn’t protest when she asked him to stay the morning after. He didn’t even try. He watched her snooze right after and watch her plump swollen lips fall and rise along with her chest. It was the moment he felt like he owed her something. Like he owed her forgiveness for blowing her off the first time she asked him out. Like he owed her his time for every moment she spent thinking about him at night when he’d be fucking around with the penetrators or screwing another girl.

Chris wasn’t sappy and he wasn’t a beggar the guy literally got everything he wanted which came down to this moment where he had his doubts. Was Eva actually going to give this boy a second chance.

You’d think after all the shit she’s heard of him would halt her own opinions but it didn’t.

Eva genuinely cared about his life and she’d get scared when she’d hear fights that happened between him and some other guy. She’d flinch in the halls when she heard him coming and looked to the ground when she didn’t have the courage to look him in the face.

Chris noticed it all. He wondered what would happen if he did actually let a girl in, Eva was problematic most of the time and he was just as worse.

This times the rolls were reversed. Eva was over him and doing her own thing while Chris couldn’t keep his light clouded thoughts of her away. He’d catch himself singing cheesy songs or looking out of his window at the moon that kept him up.

‘Why am I like this’ 'I haven’t had a crush on a girl since middle school’

Why are you even keeping yourself up about this? Get yourself together and contact her. He knew she’d be weirded out by him of all people confessing his feelings but he didn’t care he just wanted a conversation with her. Just one that wasn’t short or abrupt that led to kissing or sex.

There were secrets and problems they both had that weren’t addressed or fixed or talked about upon others. And they’d probably never get out, it was just a matter of time.

Time will tell if those problems will go away. The sky will tell the stars will the clouds will the smile on both of their faces seen each day will tell. That’s exactly when you see the change.

A Cheshire’s grin couldn’t help but to appear on the on third years face when he spotted her across the living room with a wine glass in her hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other. He didn’t hesitate to make his way over without stopping to greet anyone.

“Halla” He greeted.

Eva and Sana both looked towards him with neutral facial expressions. Eva’s foot twitched and her friend saw the frozen look she gave him before rolling her eyes and dismissing herself. She knew Eva would end up hooking up with him by the end of the night but that wasn’t the case at the moment.

He’d shown up at her place unexpectedly again when any other time it would be her showing up at his joint. Chris Schistad, the same Chris who told her he didn’t want to have any strings attached to anyone when they first met. The same Chris that hung out with her only because he had no one else to get drunk with and let sleep on his bed when she was too wasted to go home. The same Chris she got attached too when he simply told her not too.

She wasn’t scared though she was skeptical.

“Halla..” She replied and Chris spotted the pack of cigarettes in her hand raising an eyebrow. “You’re a smoker now?” He asked nonchalantly.

You by The 1975 played on the radio and the whole house got riled up and started singing loudly word from word.

“Nei these aren’t mine I was holding it for someone,” She says setting it down and wiping her hand repulsed.

“Let’s go outside it’s loud in here,” Chris said readily grabbing her hand and pulling her onto the back porch and Eva frowned wondering why he was so pushy with her or even talking to her.

The other times she’s seen him in the halls he’d smile and say hello and it would make her smile on her way home from school but why was he being like this. Eva had so many theories as to why he was so happy all the time but she’d end up calling herself stupid because they weren’t about her so she thought.

Eva unwillingly lets go of his hand and he looked back at her knowing he had to make this quick. Eva felt a little creeped out and even had to think back at the talk she had with herself in her bathroom mirror.

She wanted no more hookups or 'what could be’s’ holding onto a string. She wanted her self-respect to be intact and if that meant cutting off everything that brought her self-esteem or judgments from other down then so be it.

“Your acting weird really what do you want” Right after those words were shed Chris immediately went up to Eva kissing her with every bit of confidence rising. Eva pushed him away confused as to why he had a smug grin on his face. “Why are you- what are you doing!”

“I don’t know I honestly don’t know and I don’t wanna know why I’m doing this I just want to and I wanna do it a thousand times more if I could” Eva covered her lips while he paced around the yard excited from the rush of her presence.

“Chris-”

“You know me so good Eva! Like no one else I’ve ever met before me talking like this-this isn’t me this is you talking through me” Eva squinted at him not getting what he was throwing out of his mouth.

“What are you talking about?” She said turning her head to the side and sitting down on the bench next to her. With a sympathetic look, Eva patted the seat next to her and Chris chuckled, crossing his arms and sitting as close as he could next to her.

“I’ve been thinking about you for 2 straight weeks Eva what the hell have you done to me” Chris’s voice cracked for some reason and Eva’s pupils dilated. He didn’t know how to say it any other way.

Eva felt her stomach sink and her ears heat up. She took a deep breath trying to contain herself before she spat out something she didn’t mean to say.

“Why?” She asked and he simply just shrugged.

Eva mocked his movements. “Just that?…you don’t know why you’ve been thinking about me and coming to my house just to stare at me with your friends?” Chris bit his lip knowing that’s not what he wanted to say.

He had words he wanted to say but he didn’t want to overwhelm her with them.

“Nei I mean..I thought back on a night we were together and the morning after and I couldn’t help but to wonder about you. Why did you still kiss me after I told you I wanted nothing more even equivalent than a relationship….you sat and understood and didn’t push my request…what did you understand about me, Eva?”

Eva kept eye contact with him and pursed her lips. She looked down in her lap and Chris followed her eyes wondering what she was thinking. She probably thought he was talking out of his brain and he didn’t mean that.

“It’s common sense Chris when someone isn’t comfortable with a commitment there’s a reason why behind it all…I know your not just a fuckboy with dumb choices that stick to your head like glue… you have a big head on your shoulders and in the back of your mind there is good in you..which is probably my problem..I see good in everyone and I always end up helping them even when they don’t deserve it or treat me the same”

Chris made sure to listen to every single word she was saying not because it benefited him but because when she spoke It’s like he’s never heard her talk before.

“It wasn’t just the sexual attraction or arouse that pulled me in when we talked before sex, I wanted to know more because you do seem so smart Chris…you just don’t show it enough. I was always ready to be prepared for you to come to me with your problems because I wanted to fix them…the way you joked about your life is a living hell I remember that and I was worried..” Her words transcended on top of one another making Chris’s stomach turn.

He was so lost in reality not noticing the one bit of life that carried him through his day.

One pure brain other than William’s that actually cared for him.

It was his turn to talk and the third year’s eyes glistened by the damn bright moon. “I thought you would never notice..you stayed and listened…that’s something my mother wouldn’t even do” Chris finally exhaled taking a second to think about his future choices and how he’d handled them.

How would things be different if he’d have Eva there to help. Where would he be at in his life if he’d never met her or any girl like her.

“I’m sorry Eva” He bit his lip so much that it started to sting and Eva poked her lips out nodding slowly. “I think you owe me an apology too” He smiled. Eva looked confused for a moment before staring at his crescent lips.

“Your fucking changing me and I don’t know what to do…I’ve never felt like this”

A bliss that felt like it lasted for eternity.

Her smile grew and Chris turned his head hiding his blushing. “Isn’t that a good thing?” Eva asked and Chris chuckled throwing his arm on the back of the bench behind her.

“I have to get used to it…but thank you” The both laughed as if it was a queue that soon after held a tense silence between them. The brown picket fence and the freshly cut grass being as still as possible while they stared at the scenery in front of them.

“If I were to always come to you with my problems…will you always listen” Chris blurted out in a low tone and Eva gazed at his shoulder then to his jawline lovingly.

This wasn’t the first time someone spilled their heart out to her and months later they’d act like they’ve never seen her before. She told herself she was done with it but not with him. She felt like she needed him and he needed her but was it all real to last a lifetime.

“As long as you always stick to your word…then of course

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Sorry To My Unknown Lover

Eva wondered how she got in this situation, with her crazy hair from being basically bed ridden for a week, with her old girl squad huddled around her, whispering their own encouraging thoughts. She wondered how she got into a place to have them all so concerned, with Noora’s sad eyes, Vilde’s worried smile, Chris B.’s nervous laughter and Sana’s motherly arms wrapped around her. In reality, the answer was quite simple: Jonas Noah Vasquez.

Three years, two weeks, and four days ago Eva had made the worst possible mistake of her life: she said yes to Jonas Noah Vasquez for the second time in her life. Perhaps it was because the boy she’d finally decided to give a chance had gone off and did his usual thing. The words once a fuckboy always a fuckboy had whispered throughout her brain that day, and then somewhere along the lines she had found herself falling back into Jonas’ arms. Somehow she found herself locking herself into this cycle once again.

It wasn’t that Eva hadn’t been happy for Chris. She had been. She was. She was glad he could finally be happy, and apparently he was happy when he was doing typical fuckboy things - like hooking up with someone who was not the girl who invited him to a party. And he didn’t even need alcohol in his system to do it, there were no excuses to hide it.

But she did not blame Christoffer Schistad. Not now, and not then, because for a while things had been good between her and Jonas. Things had been running smooth, and she had been happy. Genuinely, purely, happy.

And then on September 19th 2018 she got something in the mail. An invite to a wedding. Christoffer Schistad and Emma Larsen’s wedding, to be exact. She didn’t reply. Didn’t tell Jonas. She threw it away, and disregarded it ever existed. Penetrator Chris getting married? As if.

And something changed that day, she figured. Something desperately changed, in her, she guessed. Because it had to be her fault, nothing would’ve changed Jonas like that other than her behavior. Suddenly he was gripping her hip too tight while they were out with friends, mocking her and putting her in corners, abandoning her feelings as if they hadn’t existed.

Three years, one week, and two days ago Noora Saeter, the worlds bestest fucking friend ever, had sat her down and told her what she needed to hear: first, Jonas had isolated her from them. Eva knew that was true: she hadn’t seen Vilde or Sana or Chris B. in a year. She’d been excusing it as them living too far away and her being busy with her own life. Secondly, Eva had reverted to valuing Jonas’ opinions more than her own. That, Eva did not know. Up until then she had been sure she was still confident, still sure of herself. But Noora had told her how often she just sat there and let Jonas have the wheel in conversations. And thirdly, what was probably the most painful: Jonas attended Christoffer and Emma’s wedding, to apparently give them both a fantastic wedding present.

Christoffers mother walked in on Jonas and Emma fucking before the ceremony.

Eva knew that Christoffer and Emma never got married. She didn’t know what happened exactly. Just that there was a fall out last minute, a major one, as Chris had went radio silent on all of his social media and deleted everything with her in it. It took three months before he posted again, and Eva had kept up ever since ; especially thankful for the videos he posted of his dancing, because she was glad to see he was no longer hiding the talent she knew he had. Even if he hadn’t pursued it as a career after.

However, the idea that Jonas had been the reason, hurt her. It wasn’t even just that he cheated, but who it was with. He could’ve chosen any other girl, any other about to be married woman. But it had to be Emma Larsen. It had to be Christoffer Schistad’s soon-to-be-wife. For some reason that hurt the most. Had it been a one last fuck you to Chris, or a fuck you to her? Perhaps both.

So she had called it off with Jonas, and took up residence in Noora and William’s guest room. William had gone to her and Jonas’ apartment a few days later to get her stuff after an argument with Eva about her going: neither he or Noora wanted her to go around Jonas for awhile. Probably because they knew Eva was weak right now, and would fall for his little I love you’s all too easy, and she’d be back in the cycle.

But the blow hit harder than she thought, and Eva had been bedridden since that. She’d showered twice, had a bath where she cried quite a bit until Noora had to come rushing in to hold her.

William promised to never tell anyone that he’d seen what he had.

And when she wasn’t doing that, she laid in bed. Wrapped tight in a ball staring at the oh so white walls, questions pounding off her brain, regret tickling her skin. It kept her awake. She only slept when she cried herself into exhaustion.

She wondered that perhaps, if she had been a better girlfriend, or a better girl in general, that Jonas wouldn’t have felt the need to go sleep with Emma on their wedding day. She figured if she had done something different in their time together, that such a disaster such as the wedding, would have been avoided. Or hell, if she had not been so jealous or petty or shocked, she could’ve gone to the wedding too, and kept Jonas in line, at least that way, she could’ve spared Chris the heartbreak.

Because she thought about him more than Jonas. Because she knew he had been so hurt by the fact that she thought he had still been a fuckboy while he tried to woo her. Because she knew that had to bug him as he carried on his relationship with Emma, because people still called him a cheating fuckboy. She’d even uttered the words ‘once a fuckboy always a fuckboy’ under her breath when she’d gotten the invite - out of surprise or jealousy, she wasn’t sure. She swore, at the time, she thought she wanted them to be happy. But Chris did so much to try to prove that wrong, he was not a fuckboy anymore, he hadn’t been for awhile now, and maybe the marriage would’ve been the final step in proving it: but either way it worked. He was no longer the cheating fuckboy, no longer the villain in the perfect couples story - but the victim. Because Emma was the cheating fuckgirl, the villain. The bad guy.

She also thought she could’ve spared him that if she had just given him a chance. She would’ve spared them both, had she believed that someone as beautiful as him - someone in general was incapable of loving her in such a way they wanted to change themselves for the better. Had she said yes that day where they were rolling around in her bed, or agreed over the texts, or when he showed up at her door with a bouquet of beautiful lilies. And maybe that was cringe worthy back then, but no one had ever done that for Eva. She’d never been given flowers before in her life.

Lilies were her favourite.

But if she had just agreed. If she hadn’t been so god damn scared, she wouldn’t be here, and Chris wouldn’t have hurt for so long. Maybe they wouldn’t have worked out, because she understood that they didn’t have that moment that made things different, because she understood they were from different words, understood that it was silly to believe it was possibly, but things would’ve been better in the long run.

She did not blame Christoffer Schistad, not for what happened to her, not for what happened to him. She blamed herself.

And sometimes, she swore she heard his voice. She heard lots of voices while she was held up in her room. She heard Noora and William, Eskild and Linn. That beautiful laugh that, when she had been younger, made her soul dance.

And maybe it made it twitch now too.

But a week had been enough for Noora. And that’s how she got here, crying into Sana’s chest, a shaking rumbling mess. Noora had left to get her water, and when she came back in, through the crack in the door she caught a glimpse of what she thought was an angel.

A tall, dark haired, broad shouldered, boy with the wide smile, soul dancing laugh, angel.

And then the door closed, and it was left to her girls once again.

They did good to get her back on her feet, too, because she was at Noora and William’s engagement party a few days later. Red dress cascading over her body, long strawberry locks curled around her shoulders with a glass of wine in her hands, laughing with Sana and Chris B. Now, now she felt herself again, and for the first time in years, she felt happy.

But Eva hadn’t been drinking the last few years. So she was admittedly a bit of a lightweight now. Since it was a house party, Eva had wandered back to her room. It was dark, silent. Eva was too drunk to care for lights since she was going to get in bed anyway. So she kicked her heels off, tip toed the rest of the way to the bed and threw herself down on it.

She didn’t expect to land on a firm chest, or the grunt that escaped said body beneath her. So she scrambled to turn on the lights, one hand clutching her chest as she stared wide eyed at the bed. There on the bed was Christoffer Schistad, looking a little more disheveled in a grey button up that was unbuttoned one too many buttons, and dark slacks. Messy hair and bursting with laughter.

She felt her soul shift and flutter in her chest. She swore it was just like before.

“What.. Ahm..” She rubbed the hand that had been on her chest up to her neck, through her hair. “What are you doing in my bed?”

If this had been three years ago, she knew he’d giggle at her. Send her one of those ‘I’m about to fuck you into next week’ smirks, and reply with some cocky comeback that would eventually lure her into bed with him. But Chris had changed. She had changed. And she was too drunk to stand up. So she wound up sliding down the wall.

Chris was on his feet in a matter of seconds, crouched before her, and god.. He looked so pretty. So beautiful, breath taking. Sixteen year old Eva thought Penetrator Chris was the most gorgeous boy in Nissen. Eighteen year old Eva thought Penetrator Chris was the most gorgeous boy in Oslo, twenty one year old Eva thought, currently, that Christoffer Schistad was the most beautiful boy in the world. She was sure of it.

But she was also drunk, and sober Eva, from somewhere in the back of her booze filled mind, reminded her that it was probably the beer goggles, and the wine.

“I have work in the morning. William said I could crash here for the night..” Chris had laughed quietly, soft smile settled on his lips.

Drunk Eva wanted to kiss him. Sober Eva reminded herself that they were no longer teenagers wrapped up in the ecstasy of lust.

“Ah… This is… This is my room.” Eva repeated weakly as she sat there, back pressed against the wall with this angel faced boy crouched in front of her. He laughed, again, and somehow Eva connected it to the way Jonas laughed at her. It wasn’t the same. She felt light when Chris laughed.

“Yeah, this is your room. Right, well.. Let’s get you in bed then I’ll go grab William and Noora’s room, yeah?” Christoffer had grown up, sober Eva noted, even if she wouldn’t remember it in the morning. Because Penetrator Chris would’ve made some coy joke about sharing a bed not being so bad..

She didn’t know what to say, though. So she just threw some goofy lopsided smile back at him and nodded her head, and before she knew what she was doing, she was tossing her arms around his neck, and his strong arms were scooping her off the ground. The moment she was in the bed, she was out cold. And she had unfortunately, not separated from Chris.

She thought he’d left, so one could imagine her surprise when she woke up to find him sleeping, on top of the covers, next to her, facing her.

At first, she wanted to shove him, accuse him of some coy game that he would’ve played when he was younger. When he wasn’t Christoffer, but Penetrator Chris. But then she looked at him. Really looked at him, and it felt like time stopped.

For the first time ever, Eva saw him for who he was. A man who had gone through a lot of shit, who had put up with being called a cheating fuckboy even when he was being faithful. Who had been degraded and looked down on while he was climbing to the top. A boy who, maybe hadn’t loved her, but once cared enough to want to change his ways for her. She saw the one person who had been consistent in her life. Even when they weren’t involved, they were. They liked each others posts, commented happy birthdays when it was needed. He had, unknowingly, been the only thing in Eva’s life that had not shifted. And he’d been the one person to build her up, always build her up. The only one remotely romantically build her, anyway.

Eva had never seen someone like this before. He looked so peaceful, unlike the Chris she knew, who was always a chaotic storm of charisma and jokes, who was a plethora of flirty smiles and wandering eyes. Who was stoic even in his caring situations. This was literally the calm before the storm, she decided. Seeing him vulnerable like this.

It wasn’t like this was the first time she woke up next to him, but now she noticed how he always draped his arm across her torso, how he slept with parted lips but didn’t snore. The way his nose twitched a little and sometimes he made little humming noises that sounded too familiar to his pouty whines.

Her fingers slowly reached out, feather light touches tracing up his jaw, until she could lightly trace her thumb over his eyebrow. Once, twice…

And he stirred.

His eyes opened and she recognized confusion, then delight. His lips curled back over his teeth, letting out a little chuckle. “Good morning, Eva.” He mumbled, eyebrows raising. Oh god, how he said her name.

Her hand stilled, her life stilled, and she felt her soul dance behind her chest, her heart ram against her ribs. Breathless, a loss for words, motionless in the moment, she just watched him, listened to his continuous laughter.

“Sorry,” she finally got out, and it meant so much more than he knew. A sorry for not saying yes back then, a sorry for being a shitty enough girlfriend that her ex had to go ruin his wedding, a sorry for suddenly, after three years, two weeks, and eight days, Eva Kviig Mohn had finally had her moment with him.

After three years, two weeks, and eight god damn days, Eva was suddenly in love with Christoffer Schistad.

And she knew she was royally fucked because of it.

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WHY IN HELL JULIE DIDN'T MAKE CHRISEVA END GAME???

I need a fix fic and fast

[inmyarmswrappedin]

But if the fans are strictly interested in gays only programming. why did the noorhelms prove to be just as popular/ more popular than the Evaks in remakes where the team's put equal effort into both seasons?

Hi anon! 🧩 That’s because noorhelm appeals to a different, but a lot more sizeable media-consuming population: fans of het enemies to lovers/bickering.

From what I’ve observed, het fans overwhelmingly prefer enemies to lovers over friends to lovers or crushes to lovers. That is because enemies to lovers has that “will they won’t they?” tension that it’s not as obvious in friends to lovers/crushes to lovers.

Straight fans also tend to congregate in different spaces than LGBTI fans and/or slash fans. That’s why to the LGBTI side of fandom, noorhelm fandom might seem small in comparison, when straight locals (i.e. not in fandom, but still consuming the show faithfully) actually drive the show.    

Enemies to lovers also majorly appeals to LGBTI fans for the same reason. It’s no surprise that a lot of evaks fic is enemies to lovers (unless the fic is post-canon or established relationship) when that’s not at all their dynamic on the Skams.

Nora/Josh by no stretch of the imagination could be considered enemies to lovers. They don’t have that will they won’t they element. They already did. The tension over whether they’ll get together isn’t what drives their story, but rather Nora’s mental illness and Josh’s savior complex. 

When we talk about major Skams ships, we talk specifically about evaks (appeal to LGBTI fans), noorhelms (appeal to het enemies to lovers fans) and chrisevas (appeal to het enemies to lovers fans). Eva/Jonas, Vilde/Magnus and Sana/Yousef are much, much smaller ships in comparison despite all of them being endgame. They most often appear as side ships in fan content, rather than as the main ship. 

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So from now on I’m just gonna headcanon that after the finale Chris/Emma are together and so are Eva/Jonas. Pretty quickly Eva and Jonas realize that they aren’t the same people they used to be and that they truly are better off as friends. Eva begins seeing Chris with Emma a lot because both Eva and Chris hang out with Noora and William. Eva pretty quickly realizes that she has actual feelings for Chris and that she didn’t realize what she had until he was gone. They are both still friends though and they still hang out but one day she lets it slip how she doesn’t really like him with Emma and she ends up getting really worked up and rants that he isn’t in love with her, that love at first sight is total bullshit and he’s just in lust with her because he barely even knows her. That’s when it dawns on him that Eva is jealous of Emma and that she feels the same way about him that he does about her. Soon after he dumps Emma and him and Eva agree to take things slow and figure out what they really are... together.