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milominderbindered · 7 years

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thirty days of skam fic: day thirty aka, isak turns 21, at 21:21, on the 21st of june.

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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If there's one thing Isak thinks is strange, it's the concept of what makes a day special .

There are certain days -- Christmas, New Year, birthdays, Valentine's, whatever -- that you're expected to make a fuss over. And that’s fine as a concept, but when it comes down to it, Isak has always been confused by what actually makes those days special. Often, they just end up being more stressful, more annoying, more boring than a random weekend where you're just chilling out. So what makes them more important than a normal day? To Isak, the most special days are the ones he gets to spend in bed with Even, having idle conversations, nothing on their minds and nothing in the world they have to do except chill with each other, because those are the days he’s happiest.

And today is one of those days.

They're lying in their bed, Isak's cheek cushioned in the crook of Even's shoulder and his arm thrown around Even's waist, taking long deep breaths in time with each other, when Even asks, "do you ever think about the future?"

His voice comes out in a low, soft rumble; contemplative, the way he always sounds when they talk like this. Which is pretty often. Isak adores these times together, these mid-morning, curtains-drawn, world-shut-out, soft little talks, where they ask each other’s thoughts on life and the world. It makes him feel like he knows Even better than anyone else in the world, and like Even knows him just as well, which is a nice feeling to have. They often don’t view life in the same way, but one of the things Isak loves most about their relationship is that they’re both just fascinated with each other’s brains, outlooks and points of view that challenge their own understanding of the universe.

The only problem is, this time, the question seems kind of dumb.

"Of course I do," he says, picking at a loose thread on Even's t-shirt and then gently smoothing the fabric back down over his stomach. Even huffs and shifts against Isak's hand; he's ticklish on his sides.

"Yeah? Even though we're taking things minute by minute?"

Isak can't help but roll his eyes a tiny bit as he curls closer into Even's body. Minute by minute is a great mantra, a great philosophy, that has eased both their anxiety about their relationship countless times; the thing is, it applies better to when things are bad . Because when they're happy -- which is a whole lot of the time -- is there really any reason to assume it's not gonna last?

"If we lived every second of our lives not looking forward, we'd never get anything done," Isak points out, rather practically. "I can't be doing a science degree without making any plans for the future at all. The careers advisor would kill me."

Even let's out a wry little laugh and pinches Isak's shoulder, where his arm is wrapped around it. He knows Isak knows that's not what he meant, but there's always time for jokes between them. Still, when Even’s laughter fades out and he turns quiet, looking down at Isak with contemplation in his eyes, Isak speaks again.

"There just comes a point where it's impractical not to assume we're still gonna be together this time next year. Or in five years' time. Or ten. I mean, we've beat some really hard odds so far, doesn't that just mean we're even less likely to mess up as we get older and wiser?"

"You think we'll be together in ten years’ time?" Even says.

Isak rolls his eyes, despite the fact Even can't see it.

"Don't you?" It's a question he already knows the answer to, if the engagement rings he'd accidentally found in Even's browser history are anything to go by. Of course, that was months ago and Even hasn't mentioned it yet, but Isak feels very chill about it. He has no expectations of Even to propose, but it's nice to know Even has been thinking about marriage at all. It’s encouraging.

"I think we'll still be together in a hundred years," Even tells him, reaching down to press a few kisses to Isak's forehead, which Isak happily tilts his head up to receive with a happy little hum.

"Sure, baby. In a century we'll be together, in our joint cemetery plot."

"Aww," Even says, laughing. "You want to spend eternity in the same grave as me? That's kind of romantic."

"Mmmm." Isak shrugs. "So long as you promise not to hog the covers like you do now."

Even laughs softly again, and for a few minutes, they fall into silence. Even is idly stroking Isak's hair, and seems to be thinking about something. He often gets like this, absorbed in his own head, and after several years together Isak is more than fine with lying there quietly and waiting for Even to untangle whatever's concerning him. It's hardly a chore to cuddle with his boyfriend. Actually, Isak thinks as he shifts so his thigh is slung across Even's knees, he could almost fall back asleep.

Maybe this isn't quite the exciting way most people want to spend their 21st birthday, but to Isak, it feels just about perfect.

When Even had first asked, a few weeks ago, what Isak wanted to do for his birthday, he'd had dozens of grand exciting adventures ready to suggest. But Isak had shot them all down right away; those things were fun, sure, and he liked doing exciting stuff with Even. But on HIS day, when he got to choose how he wanted to celebrate another year of his life, Isak had known exactly what he wanted; pizza and beer with the guys at the weekend, no grand party or anything, and on the day itself, simply spending the whole time with Even -- in their pyjamas, cuddling, making out, watching Netflix, and having conversations exactly like this.

Isak has always thought that, much like New Year's superstitions, it's nice to celebrate your birthday exactly how you intend to spend the next year. And this is what he intends to build the whole rest of his life around, really.

Which brings him to his next question.

“So, why the sudden curiosity about our future?”

“No reason,” says Even, and then, in the same breath, “It’s your birthday.”

“It is,” Isak agrees.

“Your 21st birthday.” Even pauses, his fingers catching in Isak’s curls. “On the 21st of June.”

Okay. Isak is maybe starting to see where this is going. “And I was born at 21:21, remember,” he prompts, almost teasing. “So, that minute will be like four times more special than normal.”

It will be, Isak thinks, the most potentially romantic minute of their lives. And everyone knows how much Even loves grand romantic gestures.

In this minute, Even just stays quiet, and rolls them both over into a position where they can properly kiss.

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At 21:20, they're still in bed, in their pyjamas, cuddled up against each other. They're watching a crappy Netflix horror movie, but Isak tells Even to pause it.

“I just gotta pee,” he says, as he rolls out of bed. “Want anything from the kitchen?”

Even shakes his head, looks at the clock, and says, “don't be long.”

Isak isn't long. He goes to the bathroom, fixes his hair, takes a few deep breaths, and goes back out to stand at the edge of their bed and watch the minute change on the clock.

Even watches it change, too. And the moment it flashes to 21:21 on the blinking face of their alarm clock --

Isak drops to one knee.

“Oh my god,” Even says, hands flying to his mouth. He sits up and stares at Isak with almost disbelieving eyes. “Oh my god, Isak--”

“Even, you’re the best thing in my entire life,” Isak says. His voice is shaking and he can't help it but he needs to get this out all in one go or he'll lose his romantic nerve. “Do you wanna get married? To me? Please say yes, I -- I bought a ring and everything.”

He pulls the ring out of the pocket of his sweatpants just then, where he'd carefully stashed it a minute ago from his hiding place inside his contact lense pot in the bathroom. Even just keeps staring at him, and his eyes begin to well up with tears.

“Isak! It's your birthday,” he says wetly, and laughs a little. “Aren't I supposed to be the one doing insanely romantic things for you ?”

Isak laughs too, getting up off his bended knees and climbing into Even’s lap on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, but you were never gonna propose!”

“I was never gonna propose,” Even agrees, tightening his arms around Isak’s back and pulling him into a hug.

“Because you're a silly nervous self-sacrificing idiot with unachievably high expectations of romance?” Even laughs and nods into Isak’s collarbone. “That's what I thought. You will marry me though, right?”

“Fuck, Isak, of course I’ll marry you. What the fuck.”

Even pulls his head back to roll his eyes at Isak; he'd almost look convinced annoyed if he weren't starting to cry.

“Well,” says Isak. He leans in and kisses each of Even’s cheeks, and then grabs his face between two hands and plants a huge sloppy kiss on his lips as well. “Good. That's what I thought.” He wriggles through the tangle of their limbs until he can find Even’s left hand. “Now put this ring on already, I wanna fuck.”

Even let out a soggy little laugh and lets Isak slide the thin silver ring onto his finger, staring down in wonder the whole time.

“Anything you want,” Even mumbles, as he leans in to press a trail of kisses along Isak’s collarbone. “Fuck, baby, I love you.”

“I love you,” Isak agrees, and shit, he's crying a little bit as well.

And it doesn't matter at all that it's his birthday, Isak thinks, as they topple backwards onto their bed. No matter what the arbitrary date on the calendar reads -- this is the most special day of his life.

#skamFWN #skam fic #evak #evak fic #isak valtersen #even bech naesheim #SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS I HAD SUCH BAD WRITER'S BLOCK u can read the notes on ao3 for a rambling explanation lolol #maia writes fic #30 days of skam #it's done yall!!!!!

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toneelspeler · 7 years

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Ah I've missed your acting posts they're always so fascinating and insightful! I was wondering (since you're mostly asked about season 3) what are your favourite acting moments on seasons 1,2 and 4?

Anon says: I love hearing other people’s opinions on the acting in skam. For each main, what were your favorite interactions? Like main + love interest or family or friends. Who did you enjoy seeing in scenes together?

Hiya multiple anons! I hope you don’t mind putting these two questions together, bc they quite interlink with each other and i thought it might be better to join them than to answer with the same interactions/scenes twice haha. Thank you for these wooooonderful questions though; what a challenge! 🌼

S1: Eva

My ultimate favourite acting scene in that season is probably the confrontation between Eva and Ingrid in the bathroom. Considering Lisa is not a trained actress, she is really astounding to me there. The way she gets really emotional (with her tears completely overwhelming her) but still manages to push through and tell her side of the story and her strength in wanting changes to be made in this situation and calming down again; wonderful work! I also really liked Lisa’s performances with Tarjei, particularly in the christmas party scene. Lastly, Eva’s conversation with Jonas in the skate park is also really well done; have to commend those two anyway bc they were the one couple that was already established before her season started.. and they’re were wonderfully comfortable and natural and felt like they had been dating for a while. So good!

S2: Noora

This is going to be a challenge because i have actually only watched this season once in its entirety, but what came up as the very first thing in my mind were the scenes with vilde; both the conversation on the bench as well as the scene in noora’s bedroom. these two girls who have dealt with similar problems try to talk about it with each other but still try to be vague enough to not make it too heavy. it’s a difficult and delicate friendship that would have had a big place in vilde’s future season, i imagine. those are probably my favourite scenes and interactions in season 2.

S3: Isak

I’m not going to focus too much on him cuz.. i have done so a lot already. but outside from his relationship with even throughout the season (which was very much so the focus of the season and, thus, a very easy fave to have); i’d say the interaction between tarjei and carl martin as isak and eskild was very beautifully and tastfully done, especially the growth from the annoyed teen and overly excited guru to a very genuine brother-like relationship between the two where isak just knew that the only person who he would want around when feeling absolutely devastated after the hotel fiasco would be eskild. there’s just.. a certain amount of respect between these two actors that you feel in every scene, certainly later in the season.

S4: Sana

I didn’t have many moments during this season where i felt completely overwhelmed (because of the writing mostly.. it often really wasn’t from the perspective of sana at all and that hurt me a lot bc i was expecting an isak-style season honestly), but i had the most visceral reaction to sana hearing that her friends didn’t like her anymore. especially seeing iman as the very happy person she is (and reading that wonderful interview in costume) that scene must have taken a lot out of her to delve into such sadness and it was beautifully and heartbreakingly acted. one of my most favourite interactions is whenever iman was acting with simo; their brother-sister relationship was very tangible ~ you felt the quiet affection between the two very much, especially so in the scene on the swings. but then, they were also very much at odds with each other at times too; from silly joking to outright ignoring him. but they never made it too over the top! it felt very realistic (and lovely too; finally a sibling/family relationship on skam that wasn’t completely shit lol) furthermore, the scene between sana and isak where she tells isak why she didn’t tell him about even was very gorgeous; a friendship between two people who didn’t really expect each other to be so important for them. and that moment where isak tells her that she’s a good person…. like wow, that was so chilling! her reaction there is sooo good; so very vulnerable; so surprised bc she wasn’t expecting that from isak. gah.. that face!!

So that’s it for me! probably have missed some scenes, but i think this is already novel-length, haha! thank you lovely anons for the questions! 🌺

#i have a lot of feelings on acting in skam #also.. i have a few asks regarding tarjei and ruby and tbqh i feel like i've said all that is to say about those two!#but thank you for the asks!#skam production #Anonymous #ask

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imyourliquor-youremypoison · 8 years

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Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Epilogue

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: THERE IT IS i’m sorry it took so long, I never thought it’d turn out this long. This ‘short’ epilogue somehow became the longest part of the story and I genuinely can’t say what happened. It could be a oneshot on its own - it’s detailed like that. There’s a big time jump at the beginning but I made sure to fill in what you missed ;)

Warning: all the otherfucking fluff; I hope you have a sweet tooth or else this is gonna give you some raging toothache.

MASTERLIST

Part 21 <<<

A few years later...

Mara continuously tried to grab the salt from Chris' hand while he kept adding some to the vegetables but he raised the hand holding the salt jar too high for her to reach it. He laughed when he heard her use her threatening voice and call his name as she gave him the look.

“Stop adding salt!” She pestered him but it served only to make him smile wider as he watched her struggle to try and grab the salt – and fail.

“I'm the cook and I say it needs more salt,” he replied, stepping closer to her only to look at her from under his nose as if he were a great chef whose authority no one could contest.

He motioned to add another sprinkle of salt when Mara literally threw herself at him and grabbed his arm to stop him.

“It'll be too salty, Chris!” She argued, miserably failing at her attempt to keep him from reaching the jar of salt.

Even with their arms entangled and Mara's constant screaming, Chris managed to do as he pleased. He was smirking in victory and momentarily lowered his guard – it was enough for Mara to ceased the opportunity and confiscate the salt once and for good.

“Ha! Ha!” She exclaimed, holding her trophy against her chest so it would be safe from Chris' light fingers.

“Get out of my kitchen you vertically challenged thief!” Chris told her, chasing her off and he grabbed a napkin and threw it over his shoulder.

He was still much more skilled in the cooking field than Mara, although she tried her best and often helped him – even if she suspected he enjoyed his role of chef and only assigned her simple tasks which never allowed her to actually improve. With a twirl and a laughter Mara left him to his task – with the salt – and Chris had to repress a somewhat annoyed but fond sigh.

She didn't go farther than the other side of the kitchen island, where William sat and rolled his eyes at his sister and his best friend's antics. He felt like he was intruding but at the same time he wanted to be included a little more.

“Stop it, you guys!” He told them. “I didn't come all the way here from London to watch you go all domestic on me,” he said with a dramatic tone.

Chris ignored him – or maybe he simply didn't hear over the sound of the stove and the food cooking – and Mara merely shot him an innocent smile and took place on the seat beside his, leaning on the counter and letting her hand hang from the edge. William's eyes automatically switched to the eye catching ring on his sister's finger, like every time it caught the light, and was once again reminded of the fact that she was married to this dumbass over there.

“Why did you come then, brother?” Mara asked him, nudging him playfully. She set the salt down on the counter and chuckled, “certainly not for Chris' salty cooking.”

“I heard that!” Chris shouted. “And it's not too salty, it's perfect salty.”

“You're doing it again!” William cut them off before Mara could answer something silly and endearing, because he still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his little sister was married to Penetrator Chris. He sort of got used to it, but it still blew his mind away.

“Says the one who looks at Noora like she's the sun and stars of your world!” Mara replied, poking Will's arm. “I know you think nobody notices when you gaze at her in awe, but we do.”

“So what? At least I keep quiet, you two are horribly keen on PDAs, it's like Senior year all over again,” he said in disgust, even letting a shiver run through his body.

“Shut up, or I'll take your beer,” Mara warned him and William, although he seemed unimpressed, brought his drink slightly closer to him.

“If you do that I'll go grab the Tequila – we already have the salt,” William shot back but still lifted the beer to his mouth.

It was the only beer left because Chris had invited his friends over this week to watch a game on TV, and they drank all of their alcohol. And he forgot to buy more, which meant they were left with one beer, and various kinds of strong alcohols – but Mara was nowhere near pouring them a glass of vodka on Christmas Eve before dinner. If the others wanted to make the most of the night and get hammered afterwards while singing vulgar versions of Christmas songs then so be it, but not before dessert.

“When is Noora's plane supposed to land?” Mara inquired, moving the conversation to a safer subject. “Should we pick her up?”

“She said she'd take a taxi,” he said. He didn't like the idea, it was written all over his face. “She should be there soon,” he declared after taking a look at his wrist watch and frowning.

He was so protective of her, Chris often teased him for it then asked Mara to slap some sense into him if he ever turned into an overprotective mother bear with her. Most of the time she snorted and reminded him that it was needless to tell her because chances were she would do it with or without his permission.

“Glaring at your watch won't make her come quicker,” she reminded him, laughing silently. “She's a big girl.”

“She's twenty minutes late,” he stated flatly, apparently not in the mood for jokes anymore now that he noticed how late it was.

“It's Christmas Eve, she probably had some trouble finding a taxi, 'is all,” Chris said when he walked round the island to grab the salt from under Mara's nose and squeeze her waist in the process. She gestured to her eyes then to his to show him she was watching him and his abusive use of salt but smiled thankfully for his intervention.

His word always weighted a lot in the decisions William was taking. Whether it be professional or personal, ever since the huge fight they had when Mara and Chris told him they were dating – it felt like a lifetime ago – they made it their priority to never hide anything important from each other again and asked for one another's opinion all the time.

Mara felt a little discriminated against since she was concerned too and was still left out of this tacit deal – though she still applied it with Chris. William on the other hand, had taken his distance since he moved away, and even if the two siblings were tight and loved each other, it wasn't the same as when they were foolish teenagers living together and throwing parties like no one else – no one but Chris, that is.

“Will, relax, I can see the vein on your forehead throb,” Mara pointed out with a faint wince and William finished his beer. “Well I hope you enjoyed it.”

He hummed in response and pulled out his phone to check if Noora sent him a text he might have missed. A soft knock on the door sufficed to make the tension leave his features and William jumped off the kitchen stool so abruptly he almost knocked his empty bottle of beer down. Mara caught it right before it fell, out of sheer reflex and when she looked up, ready to throw the bottle at Will's face, she met Chris' stunned expression as he was giving her an impressed little smirk.

“Ninja,” Mara said, placing it back on the counter. “He needs to chill, he's tight as a string!”

“Let it go Mara, you know how he is when it comes to Noora,” Chris told her with a shrug. “Come help me while he greets her, it'll probably take a while-”

“-especially if they decide to hide in the closet to make out,” she finished his sentence for him and they laughed at the expense of their friends, referring to the early stage of their relationship when they tried to hide it from everyone – besides Mara and Chris who were let in on the secret.

“Do we have a closet in the hallway?” He asked in a much too serious tone for someone who's been living here his entire life.

“Yes we do, Chris!” Mara said, her brows shooting up. “You are way too used to having a housekeeper.”

He shrugged but didn't say anything, what was there to say anyway? He really was a spoiled brat, he knew that, she knew that, everybody knew that.

“Will you call me stupid if I tell you I like it when you say 'we'?” She asked out of the blue. “I don't even know why I'm asking, of course you'll make fun of me.”

“It's so corny, Mara,” Chris joked. Mara leaned against him before helping him finish dinner as they kept talking. “You realize we're married right? Like, I'm your husband of two years, haven't you gotten used to the 'we' thing?”

“I just love to be reminded,” she said dreamily, though a little grossed out by her own lameness. She couldn't help herself.

“Contrary to William,” Chris coughed out, just in case his friend was within earshot. “His left eyebrow twitching every time he looks at your hand.”

“Oh my god, are you serious? I'll make sure to play with my glass during dinner, I need to see this for myself,” Mara giggled while stirring the pot of vegetable.

The conversation fell silent for the next couple minutes. There wasn't much left to do, the meat was in the oven, the sauce ready, the veggies cooking, the salad on the table and Chris' hands had nothing to do except grab Mara by the waist and pull her away from the stove and right into his arms. A breathy yelp tumbled from her lips when she felt herself being pulled from the middle and she dropped the wooden spoon seconds before her back hit Chris' chest. She felt his breath brush against her ear and his hands move up and down her body, from her navel to her plexus, making her melt in his embrace.

“Now's not the time to have wandering hands, that's for later,” she reminded him, biting on her lip and turning around to wrap her hands around his neck.

She always played with the hair on his neck and Chris had to admit it was the little things like this that drove him crazy about her. Mara also hadn't stopped biting her lip and if she genuinely wanted to make him stop touching her, she should cut it too.

“How many meals do you think we burnt because we somehow end up having sex instead of eating like normal people?” He wondered out loud. “Also, how boring are other people's lives if they have dinner instead of sex?”

“I stopped counting, and I'll think about this philosophical question later because today we can't afford to burn the food.”

“Did somebody say food?” Noora asked in excitement as she finally walked in, William following her shortly.

“Noora!” Mara exclaimed and rushed toward her friend to hug her. It had been so long since the last time they saw each other in real life.

Skype calls simply didn't do the trick when you missed your best friend. She hadn't changed one bit apart from her new haircut – she still wore that dark red lipstick Mara adored and her fingers immediately reached for her short hair. Noora made a funny face and shrugged, having no good reason to give her for this change in style. Mara's hair grew longer on the other hand, and though it was the at the very bottom of the list of reasons that made her grow it out, she knew Chris loved it too much for her to cut it.

Without taking her left arm off Mara, Noora used the right one to reach into her bag and pulled out a bottle of wine.

“I'm sorry for being a little late, but I didn't want to come empty-handed and alcohol is not authorized in planes. And even if it was I wouldn't have had the time, I almost missed my flight because my boss kept me at work longer than I expected!” She explained.

Mara smiled and took the bottle of her hand.

“You're perfect,” she said, smacking a kiss on her cheek. “Look Chris, someone thought about buying wine,” Mara said, giving a pointed look to her smirking husband.

“Did I miss something?” Noora asked and William leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Only two hours of nonsensical banter,” he told her, making her laugh.

“William!” She slapped his shoulder. “I wanna hear it!”

“I threw an improvised party this week and forgot to refill our stock of beer... and wine,” Chris admitted with a guilty look on his face. “And Mara-” he emphasized her name and once again reached out for her, letting his hand dance on her shoulder and play with her hair “-hasn't stopped reminding me since this morning.”

This year Christmas Eve was on a Sunday, and all the stores were closed. This too she had made sure to remind him a good hundred times. Chris made it difficult for her to stay mad at him though, he knew an infinite amount of tricks to tame her quick temper and she was sad to say that she was easily manipulated when he did stuff like play with her hair, touch her thigh and constantly hold her against him. He was insanely good at avoiding conflict, he had wriggled his way out of crazy situations thanks so his sweet talking and charming smile.

Mara was usually immune to it, but sometimes he caught he in a weak moment and she gave in. Noora saw her inner conflict when Chris mentioned his forgetting, and she hardly managed to bite back her grin when Mara pursed her lips and gently bumped her hip against Chris' as a gesture of peace making.

“Don't you have a secret wine cellar full of expensive vintage wines?” Noora asked to tease him further.

“If there is one I don't know where it is, my parents never mentioned it,” Chris sighed. “Which was... probably wise.”

“Probably yeah,” they all said at the same time.

“It's a little late to search for a secret lever to a potential wine cellar at this point,” Mara continued. “We've already started packing and we're slowly moving into the apartment.”

Most of Chris' childhood house was empty now, except for their room, the basic stuff they needed to live, and the kitchen. They didn't need to furniture, everything would be left as it is and they would finally move to a place of their own and leave the house of Chris' parents. For a long time he struggled with the idea of leaving, but they left tied down here, and it was a constant reminder of the fact that his mum was unreachable and his dad too busy with work to even make it to their wedding. Schistad father made a quick appearance to give his best wishes and was on the phone no sooner than they thanked him.

Now all Chris wanted to do was move on and not look over his shoulder ever again. As it turned out, his side of the church was far from empty, it was filled to the brim with his friends and the former Penetrators who wildly cheered when they saw him wearing a suit and tie.

Mara's parents weren't really present either – though they did show up at their only daughter's wedding, and did pay for the whole ceremony. William now worked with their father in London, and Mara sometimes got a random phone call of her mum, telling her of her adventures and the new friends she made during her travels. She mostly talked about herself and rarely asked Mara how she was doing, and almost never bothered to ask her about Chris. But then again, she didn't really care about maintaining some sort of bond anymore. Mara and Chris were both adults now, and they came to terms with the idea that they would never have a picture perfect family. They had the financial stability they provided, and they had freedom because none of them gave a damn about their children it seemed.

“At fifteen we were making fake IDs to buy booze and at twenty-six we drink coke at a party,” William said as he pulled out four glasses, and Mara took the coke out of the fridge.

“I think I'll drink to that: a well spent youth we made the most of!” Noora proposed a toast and raised her glass of coca cola with a straight, solemn face, like they weren't cheering with soda.

Without questioning it for a second, they all mirrored Noora and raised their glass as they cheered and drank together. Noora and Mara caught up while eating pretzels and laughed quietly, meanwhile the boys had their own conversation and downed the first bottle of coke as if it were liquor. The girls tried to fill the other in about all the things they have missed during the months they haven't seen each other.

Noora finally got the job she dreamed of and became a journalist, which was great because it kept her busy and allowed her to travel so she wouldn't be waiting home while William worked late hours – they both tried to balance work and personal life. Sometimes it felt like they were neglecting one another because they spent so little time at their shared apartment, but they loved each other to pieces and the absence made their time together all the more precious. Noora cherished it, as much as she loved her job, she loved William more and if he ever needed her to be present, she would be – and everyone knew it worked the other way around as well.

Mara couldn't place a word on the feeling, but she felt something between pure shock and utter bewilderment at the thought that these two hadn't made things official. Among the Penetrators – she couldn't help it, she still thought of them as the Penetrators, even if the group of friends didn't call themselves that anymore – there used to be a bet going on, the boys bet on who would get married first, and only two bet on Chris.

Mara didn't even bet on Chris – she genuinely didn't see it coming, and to be perfectly honest it still felt surreal sometimes. It was nothing spectacular, not a grandiose proposal with a lyrical love declaration – it wasn't anything special per se. One day Chris came home with a funny look in his eyes and he was in his thoughts for most of the night, to the point where it frustrated Mara because she was talking to an unresponsive Chris – might as well be talking to a brick wall – and suddenly he blurted out – completely out of the blue – that he loved her. Now Mara wasn't easily endeared and he knew that it wasn't enough to make her forget that he spaced out during their conversation throughout the whole evening but then-

Then he grabbed her hand and told her to get up, and they grabbed their jackets on Chris' demand. It was late already, too late for them to go out during the week when they had to go to work the next day, but fatigue was kept at bay by the curious restlessness that took them over. Before she knew it, Mara realized Chris had led them at the diner where they once ate waffles at in the middle of the night. She laughed and they talked for over an hour while order waffle after waffle and suddenly he just said 'marry me'. He sounded a bit tired now, and excited, and impatient – the words in themselves sounded like one of those crazy ideas you get when you stay up way past your bedtime and you can't think straight anymore. This could have been a disastrous idea, the worst ever; it could be rushed, and he might regret it in the morning when the sun and his common sense are back in the picture. But the same restlessness that brought them here was still in the air. Chris was smiling – for a second time froze and Mara saw everything she loved about him: the crinkles at the corner of his eyes when he smiled genuinely, the fact that his hair fell in front of his face at the end of the end, the way he looked at her, the way he loved her.

Chris was crazy, but so was she. Mara couldn't think any straighter than him; she said yes, yes, yes.

The first time Noora heard this story she cooed every two minutes and listened intently, her head resting in her palms, her eyes filled with stars – Mara rolled her eyes at her and told her to chill because there was nothing to say about this, it wasn't very romantic, it was just them.

Even today Noora mentioned it sometimes, Mara didn't know if she did it merely to push her buttons or because she wasn't over it either. Chris Schistad tied the knot before all of his friends, and if that wasn't a good example of character development then Mara wasn't a Magnusson.

Well, she wasn't anymore on the paper, only at heart.

“Mara,” Chris called her while Noora laughed at something Mara said.

The two girls stopped talking and Mara looked over her shoulder right when Chris' hand came to squeeze it. Contact. Constant contact. It wasn't a reflex, nor was it a habit. It was a necessity. Chris became restless and unease when he kept his hands off her for too long. Mara grew fidgety and unfocused if she couldn't touch him. They were addicts.

He didn't add anything after gaining her attention, but Mara followed his eyes and she saw the clock.

“Alright, time for dinner!” She announced, clapping her hands and hopping off her stool. “Will, you set the table while Chris and I take care of the food,” she gave her instruction like she was born to give orders – which wasn't a far-fetched idea at all, and also a little bit of professional deformation.

“What?” She asked, raising his hands. “I'm a guest!”

“No dude,” Mara said sarcastically. “Noora's a guest, you're just my brother.”

Chris muffle a laughter and Noora didn't even bother to try and hide hers. William grumbled something but went to grab the plates anyway.

“Oh, I'll help you William,” Noora said as she joined him and took everyone's glasses. Soon they were out of the kitchen and in the living room to set the table.

No sooner they left than Chris placed a hand on Mara's waist and pulled her toward him. She gasped at the gesture, not expecting it, and crashed against his chest, finding him smirking down at her – she knew that smirk, it was his mischievous smirk.

“What is it? Why are you smiling like that?” She asked.

“For nothing.” He shrugged but the smile was still there. “I'm just... in a good mood, I guess?”

Happy. The word he was looking for is happy.

“Christmas spirit and all that shit?” Mara stuck her tongue out and laughed at her own words.

“Maybe.” He shrugged again, remaining vague. Mara frowned a bit but kept quiet since she wasn't going to complain about Chris' pleasant state of mind.

He didn't give a flying f- about Christmas, he cared about the woman in his arms. The sexiest wife on earth, the cheekiest life-partner he could have dreamed of, the equally insufferable little brat who share his life.

His fingers curled around the tender flesh of her hips; his lips brushed against her cheekbone when he leaned in and gently teased her before kissing her. Chris constantly flirted with his own wife – some people found it silly or even pointless, but he never took her for granted and liked to know that he could drive her crazy anytime.

Mara melted in his arms whenever Chris did that. The fact that he kept seducing her, every day, all the time, it was sweet, it was hot. She pressed herself up against him as though she wanted to merge their bodies, and wrapped her arms around his neck t bring him even closer to her if it was only possible. Their kiss deepened quickly; as their breaths mingled the became intoxicated by one another. The separation was all too abrupt.

“To be continued,” Chris said when he pulled away; he punctuated the sentence with a final chaste kiss. “You naughty,” he called her and booped the tip of her nose and he smirked wider and winked.

Mara had to bite back a comment and reminded herself she had her whole life ahead of her to get back at him for booping her nose. A smile rivalling his spread her face and in a common gesture, they went to grab the food and carry it to the living room.

Once the food was on the table conversation came easily and everybody roared with laughter and told stories and ate and drank. Chris fetched the single bottle of wine in the fridge and began to pour some to Noora and William who were too caught up in a conversation to even notice. Chris went to pour some in Mara's glass but she placed her hand over her glass.

“What?” Chris asked in a high pitched exclamation. “You can't be serious, you've been nagging me all day about not having any wine!” He said in a chuckle. “C'mon, have some, there's enough for all of us and William can't even drink too much because he's gotta drive tonight.”

He motioned again to pour her wine, but Mara replaced her hand on top of it and shook her head firmly.

“No Chris. It was for them-” she explained, making a little head movement to designate Will and Noora who were still paying to attention to their surroundings or their hosts. “I'm not drinking.”

It sounded rather final, and Chris' brown shot up in a confused frown. His hand was still raised mid-air, holding the bottle of white wine. He placed it down, accepting that Mara wasn't going to drink any. He was beginning to wonder if she wasn't feeling sick when he spotted the sheepish little smile on her lips, and the way she bit down on them.

“No-” Chris said, in disbelief when he finally added two and two together. “You can't- no-” he repeated, shaking his head. “Mara?” He asked for confirmation, a growing smile making a featuring appearance on his face. He almost cracked with joy and was suddenly a bit scared of her answer.

“I'm not sure yet, but- yes,” she admitted.

“Yeah?” Chris asked again – no way this was real; it couldn't be happening, his body couldn't contain that much joy he was going to burst.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

The whole exchange had been quick and discrete – the couple sitting across them had no idea what just unfolded before their oblivious eyes and it was fine this way. Mara moved her chair slightly closer to Chris, and he placed a hand on her leg while doing a terrible job at not grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey,” Mara hummed to get his attention. Frankly he wasn't sure he could give anyone his full attention anymore tonight, at least not until he got over the shock of it all. “I promised that you'd never spend another Christmas alone, right?”

“Well, you sure don't fuck around with your promises, do you?” He snickered, tightening his grip on her.

“A Magnusson always-”she started but Chris cut her off.

“Are you seriously going to use a Game of Thrones line on me right now?” Chris huffed. “Also, you're hurting my feelings you know? You're a Schistad now.”

Were it in any other context, Mara would have rolled her eyes at his being dramatic and said something about her going from being the hottest Magusson to the hottest Schistad and start bickering back and forth with Chris – there was never any winner to their pointless arguments, they just liked teasing each other and taking it to bed.

“I meant it, Chris. I still do.” Her tone was solemn. Chris fondly pinched her chin and Mara licked her lips and looked down – she hated that this made her blush.

When she looked up Chris mouth three little words that only made her cheeks redden a shade darker. Then they both realized it was oddly silent, and when Chris and Mara tore their eyes away from each other, they saw Noora and William staring at them like two emotional parents, both proud and a little grossed out by the moment of intimacy they witnessed.

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Merry Kiss My Ass (under the mistletoe)

by TheGirlNoOneKnows5

Working in retail during the holiday season is a nightmare. Especially when Isak has to work right alongside his just friend and not at all crush, Even. Among freaky customers, secret santa presents and constant reminders of his one night of passion with Even, Isak doesnt know if he'll make it to the new year. If only he could figure out who was behind all the random mistletoes he keeps finding...

For the SKAM Chill Christmas Challenge

Words: 9831, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SKAM (Norway)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen

Additional Tags: SKAM Chill Christmas Challenge, Christmas, Co-workers, Friends to Lovers, Mistletoe, Retail, seasonal depression, Not So Unrequited Love

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/17210357

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hjertetssunnegalskap1 · 6 years

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Chris has dreamt about being Lucia since she was small...

#skam #skam fanart #sankta lucia #Chris #wanting to be lucia #skam chill Christmas challenge #skamchillchristmaschallenge #chilling with painting #always helps #I need to edit this more #but not tonight #fanart #my fanart #mine

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hjertetssunnegalskap1 · 6 years

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Skam Chill Christmas Challenge - Works in progress (WIPs)

Happy December 1st! I am kinda excited about my Skam Chill Christmas Challenge (even if I end up being the only one doing it, hah). I wanna start out this challenge posting about something I am working on. One of my works in progress is a Norwegian fic, my very first, and I am kinda nervous about it. It’s horribly cheesy. But hey, who cares, I’m having fun so why not post a little snippet from it! I am planning to post this in some time now in December.

The fic is called “Mine egne meninger” and it’s a future fic, and I used the prompt “always chill at the cabin” and “holy fuck (fy faen)”. It’s a friends to lovers thing from Eva’s point of view. She has brought her friends Isak, Even and Vilde with her to her cabin. There will be some winter swimming, a bonfire, lots of gløgg and quite a bit of hooking up. Smut, too. Warning, though: This is very cheesy. And unbetaed. And, of course, Norwegian. Here goes:

De ryddet vekk spillet etter at Isak hadde vunnet med brask og bram. Isak ble ganske så høy på seg selv etterpå, og krevde kyss fra Even i premie. Kyssene deres utviklet seg raskt til å bli mer hooking enn kyss, og Eva lurte på om guttene kanskje var blitt litt påseilet av all drikken, de også.

Hun kikket raskt på Vilde, som stirret oppslukt på Isak og Even.

Eva prøvde å ikke tenke på at hun godt kunne tenke seg å kysse Vilde.

Stillheten i rommet ble plagsom og Eva visste ikke hvor hun skulle se. Hun så ut gjennom vinduet og nippet til vinglasset, kjente varmen spre seg i kroppen. Det var mørkt ute, men hun kunne likevel skimte at snøen falt tett der ute nå, noe helt annet enn det grå sluddet i oslogatene. I morgen tidlig kom det til å være borte, da. Var ofte sånn her ved sjøen.

Noen prikket henne på ryggen. Eva snudde seg og møtte det gråblå blikket til Vilde og det kjentes som hun falt. Hun rødmet og smilte raskt. – Går det fint?

– Ja da, smilte Vilde. – Mer vin?

– Takk, sa Eva og rakte fram glasset. Akkurat nå var hun veldig glad hun hadde noe å holde seg fast i.

Vilde fylte opp glasset og satt seg nærmere, søkte Eva med blikket igjen.

Eva kjente at suget i magen ikke ville gi seg. Hun lurte på om Vilde noen ganger kunne føle det samme. Vilde hadde jo sagt at hun ikke gjorde sånt, men Eva hadde noen ganger lurt, likevel. Det var noe med måten Vilde så på henne noen ganger. Som om hun hadde noe hun ville si, men ikke turte.

Eva ble var at Vilde satt veldig nært. Hun kunne kjenne varmen fra kroppen hennes der de satt tett sammen i sofaen. Det hele var ganske distraherende, plutselig var Eva hyperbevisst på seg selv, på hvordan hun satt og hvordan hun pustet. Varmen fra kroppen til Vilde var for mye, og når skulle egentlig Isak og Even slutte å kline?

#skam #skam chill christmas challenge #skamchillchristmaschallenge #skamfics #my wips #work in progress #mine egne meninger #eva #vilde #always chill at the cabin #holy fuck (fy faen)

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hjertetssunnegalskap1 · 6 years

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About the Mother of Nights and Yule and everything

I am writing a Norwegian fic where Even is Frey (Frøy). And yeah, I know it’s a pretty silly project but I’m having so much fun with it. I started on it ages ago, but I think I’m finally starting to get somewhere. The fic is set on December 21st, on Winter Solace, and of course the story is filled with Norse traditions and weirdness. Because, of course a lot of our Christmas traditions evolved from old heathen customs and from a time where Yule was about celebrating the sun and life and about animal sacrifices, drinking alcohol, about goblins and porridge and Frigg’s misteltoe and Thor’s goats and Frey’s pig and only the gods knows what not. To be honest, not much has changed, hah.

Yule started on December 21st, the longest night and the mother of all nights. The celebration lasted for three days, but Yule lasted even longer, until the Midwinter blot on January 12th. This makes it very interesting to set my story on December 21st.

Anyway. I kinda love that this holiday has become this lovely melting pot of traditions. In addition to Norse traditions and Christian ones there are influences from all over the world. To me that means that we can all find meaning in this holiday, if we are religious or not. No matter what we believe it’s a celebration of the sun and the light and of life, family and giving.

Now, about that fic. I’ve decided to have a chill December but I still hope that I’ll manage to post at least a first chapter of my Frøy fic by Friday the 21st. - As long as I don’t get lost in all our strange holiday traditions it might happen. We’ll see.

Until then - happy holidays! <3

#skam #evak #skamfic #yule #christmas #norse mythology #mother of nights #winter solace #midwinter blot #vikings #traditions #wip #wips #skam chill christmas challenge #skamchillchristmaschallenge

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hjertetssunnegalskap1 · 6 years

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Six Sentence Sunday

I am writing on a small Vilde fic that I might or might not finish this December. But here’s a snippet from it:

At least it wasn't snow, Vilde thought as she hurried across the wet grass and into the main building of the polyclinic. She wouldn’t mind a green Christmas at all. She rushed down the hall trying unsuccessfully to juggle all of her books and papers. Several times she had to stop and pick up papers as they fell from the folders under her arm.

Vilde took a deep breath and pushed open the door with her shoulder, preparing for another long day.

Just then someone bumped into her. Someone pretty; the tops her cheeks rosy from the cold or her exertions or both, her mouth full and soft-looking while auburn curls peeped out from under her beanie. She smiled, her bright eyes sparkling, and Vilde’s body recognized her before her brain did. Vilde felt like she froze and melted at the same time.

Eva.

#skam #skam chill christmas challenge #vilde #eva #evilde #skamfic #had this as a draft but forgot to post #well here it is #skamchillchristmaschallenge

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hjertetssunnegalskap1 · 5 years

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My Fanwork

Do you want stuff to read or art to look at? Here are the fandom things I have made these last two years, maybe you can find something?

It’s a lot. I can’t believe it’s this much, to be honest. Anyway. It’s presented more or less chronological. If you find something tempting, I hope you enjoy!

This is a long post. So. It’s all under the cut. :)

SKAM FANFICTION

Multichaptered fics

Don't leave me (alone): Isak/Even, 106 674 words, 6/6 chapters. Explicit. Slightly magical AU where Even never transferred to Hartvig Nissen, but Even and Isak meet as adults.

The Very Personal Shopper: Isak/Even, 21 986 words. 2/2 chapters. Explicit. Part of the Apps of Love series. A shopping service AU (an alternative first meeting for #SkamFicWeek). Isak is too lazy to shop his groceries, and too fed up with Eskild’s complaints, and finds that a shopping service would be perfect. But what can he do when his personal shopper turns out to be the most gorgeous guy he has ever seen?

Different, but same: Isak/Even, 31 615 words, 2/2 chapters. Explicit. Post break up fic. Even goes on a ski holiday with Yousef and Elias to get over it. At the cabin he meets a guy who looks like Isak, except his dark, buzz cut hair, well trained body and rough, charismatic personality. The fact that he calls himself Markus Simensen is even more confusing. Translated to russian here.

Drunk on Your Colours: Isak/ Even, 71 500 words, 4/4 chapters + bonus info. Mature. When Isak starts at Hartwig Nissen, he is confused by all the eyes with bright colours he can see. He has a strange gift that makes him see colours in certain people’s eyes, and the colours reflect who they are and how they feel. Now there are kids with colours in their eyes everywhere, and one tall, gorgeous guy has the colours of the whole rainbow. Friends to lovers AU where Even is in third year at Hartvig Nissen when Isak starts in his first year.

My Very Personal Ski Trainer: Isak/ Even, 28 181 words, 5/5 chapters. Explicit. This is part of the Skam Stories Christmas Challenge and part of the Apps of Love series. Even has just broken up with Sonja and is recovering from a manic and depressive episode. Sana has invited Even and her other friends to a Holiday cabin trip, and Even needs to get in shape so that he can beat his buddies in Sana’s planned ski race. He tries out a personal ski trainer app and meets the hot ski trainer Isak Valtersen. A different meeting AU.

The Secret Santa App: Isak/Even, 25 591 words, 5/5 chapters. Mature. Part of the Skam Secret Santa. Part of the Apps of Love series. In this world, Isak and Even met at Nissen, but they were never brave enough to do anything. Isak (25) is a stressed-out salesman for playground equipment. Even (27) is a freshly educated, burned out and lonely children’s psychologist. They meet again when Sana, Eva and Vilde arrange a Secret Santa party. Without knowing it, Isak and Even end up as Secret Santas for each other and they chat with each other on the Secret Santa App. Things happen.

A Fucking Bet: Isak/Even, 32 793 words, 7/7 chapters. Explicit. SKAM Big Bang 2018 collection. A fuck buddies AU/ Canon Divergence in Isak’s POV (and one chapter in Even's POV). Isak and Even are just friends. They make a bet and decide to fuck only five times and then go back to being friends again. Isak hopes that he might be able to fuck his crush out of his system, once and for all. Who knows what Even’s motives are.

Around the Corner (My Very Personal Christmas Shopper): Even/Isak, 51000 words, 4/4 chapters. Explicit. Evakteket Christmas Challenge 2017 collection. Isak (22) works in a record shop for Jonas. Isak’s best friend Eva works in the shop, too. Even (24) comes and asks for a job. The two get off on the wrong foot, although Isak finds Even irritatingly attractive. To complicate things, Isak has just gotten a personal Christmas gift shopper, who turns out to be very flirty.This is a Holiday movie AU (inspired by “The Shop around the corner”, 1950), and it's part of the Evakteket Christmas Challenge. The two other prompts were “Bah, humbug!» and Snowglobe.

To Write a Good Ending: Sara/ Ingrid, 13205 words, 2/2 chapters. Explicit. Evakteket Birthday Challenge. This story starts the summer before Sara starts at Nissen. Sara is ambitious, but struggles to feel like everybody else. This is a 5+1. Five times Sara kisses someone for the wrong reason, or one time she kisses for the right, or five times Sara is a part of someone else’s story ending, and one time she writes her own ending.

The Cuddle Snuggle App: Isak/Even,124934 words, 10/10 chapters. Explicit. Part of the Apps of Love series. Halfway through Even's third year, he is diagnosed with bipolar disorder. When Isak is 16, he moves away from his troubled mother. Both boys have turned their lives upside down, and their new lives are more or less lonely and touch deprived. They meet when Even downloads a cuddler app (mostly for his film project, but also because he needs the touch) and Isak becomes his professional cuddler. They are both determined to keep the cuddling friendly and platonic, but it proves to be difficult.

Mine egne meninger: Eva/Vilde. Norwegian. 16,871 words. 6/6 chapters. Explicit. Eva kunne allerede kjenne hjertet banke raskere. Hun visste det var tullete, men med ett bare visste hun at hun kom til å slite med å dele rom med Vilde. Hun kom til å bli gående rundt en feberhet tåke og tenke på Vilde hele helga. Til ingen nytte. Fy faen. Dette kom jo til å bli en helt strålende romjulsferie.

The Origin and the Fulfillment: Isak/ Even. 81,026 words. 14/14 chapters (13 + epilogue). Explicit. Collab with @evakuality. Isak, an alpha, and Even, an omega, meet on the tram on their way to school. From there, they deal with first heats, pining, miscommunication and lots and lots of tension. They both have issues with their own, and other people’s, assumptions about being alpha and omega.

Oneshots

The Fake Boyfriend App: Isak/Even, 7 239 words, 1/1 chapter. Mature rating. Part of the Apps of Love series. AU where Isak is desperately pining for his flatmate Even, and downloads a fake boyfriend app to get over him. When he discovers that the Fake boyfriend is a human, and not a bot, he is sceptical.

An Early Friday Morning: Eva/Jonas, 2 115 words, 1/1 chapters. Explicit. This is a future fic/ ficlet. Eva and Jonas wake up and take the chance of a quickie while the kids are busy. That's it. It's a pwp, basically.

Trollbundet/Spellbound: Isak/Even, 16 425 words, 1/1 chapters. Explicit. Evakteket Summer Challenge. A summer fling soulmate AU. Isak has graduated from Nissen and he’s attending Trolsk (Enchanting), an alternative Fair/music festival with his friends. When he meets a guy called Even, they bond. However, Even is reluctant about bonding. Is a summer fling all they will have? Prompts: Camping, summer fling you can’t forget, bare feet.

The Rule of Reciprocation: Noora/Eva, 9952 words, 1/1 chapters. Teen and up. SKAM Reverse Bang 2018. Noora knew too well that she had fallen in love with Eva. She didn't know exactly when it had happened. It was something that snuck up on her gradually, and one day she realized she was gone for Eva, for her laughter, her sense of humour, her bright eyes and the way she always was so open to so many things. Noora had most likely fallen a long time before things ended with William, she just hadn’t known it yet. She hadn’t allowed herself to know.

My Tie Is Blue: Even/Isak, 1 185 words, 1/1 chapters. Teen and up. Ficlet based on Julie Andem’s New year’s gift and this anonymous prompt: «Has anyone ever written a backstory for "my tie is blue and i love you"? I imagine them bickering, Isak says the tie is blue and Even insists it's black and it goes on for over half an hour of light insults and playful shoves and at some point Even realizes he's wrong but he won't admit it and in the end Isak settles the argument by saying I love you»

Not an aberration, but rather a truth: Even pov. Collab with @evakuality. 2780 words, 1/1 chapters. General Audiences. Skam Chill Christmas Challenge. It takes Even a little while to figure out who he is, and it's not as clear cut as he might once have thought.

Den lengste natta: Isak/Even. Norwegian. 22101 words, 1/1 chapters. Explicit. Skam Chill Christmas Challenge. Det er fredag den 21. desember 2018 og vintersolverv. Fruktbarhetsguden Frøy, i Evens skikkelse, må for første gang gjøre seg fortjent til den gaven han ønsker seg aller mest; kjærlighet. 18 år gamle Isak syns kjærligheten virker uoppnåelig, helt til han kommer hjem til Oslo på juleferie og besøker Jonas og Eva på kafeen Eldrimni.

All Good Things Life Has to Offer: Vilde/ Eva. 10,721 words. 1/1 chapter. Explicit. She hadn’t really had butterflies in her stomach since she went out with Magnus, half a lifetime ago. Magnus was sweet. But the butterflies today were for Eva.

Don’t you let me go tonight. Isak/ Even. 2 209 words. 1/1 chapter. Written for the smut prompt making love.The first time Even and Isak make love, it’s not particularly slow and tender, at least not at first. Some would maybe not even call it making love, they would call it getting off, or fucking. Not that Even cares about that. But the point is, the first time they make love, it’s not really planned.

Just A Summer Dream: Isak/Even. 9,105 words. 1/1 chapter. Explicit. Even knows that this thing is temporary. And yeah, he knows that to do this, here, probably is a stupid thing to do. He knows that it’s just a summer fling and that he’s too invested and a quick fuck in this bathroom will do nothing to help that, but the thing is… he doesn’t have the energy to care. He wants Isak so much, and he wants him now.

Touch yourself: Isak/Even. 924 words. 1/1 chapter. Explicit. “Touch yourself for me,” he commands, voice still a whisper, but determined.

Hvis senga hans kunne snakke: Isak/Even. Norwegian. 3,662 words. 9/9 chapters. Explicit. Hvis senga hans kunne snakke, / ville den fortelle om / drømmene han drømmer. / Om alt som truer med å / flomme inn / gjennom sprekkene i veggen / og ta pusten fra han. / Drukne han.

A Mouthful: Isak/Even. 5,157 words. 1/1 chapter. Explicit. “What do you want?” Isak says, looking tired, although there’s a hint of recognition in his face as he watches them.Even grins. "Meeting the love of my life."

DRUCK FANFICTION

My Poison of Choice: 2456 words, 1/1 chapter. Mature. Part of the Temptations series. Matteo has an intoxicating crush on his best friend, Jonas. They have a smoke. Jonas wants to try shotgunning. This fic is translated in Russian here.

My Sweetest Elixir: 2,539 words, 1/1 chapter. Mature. Part of the Temptations series, more or less free standing sequel to My Poisin of Choice. Written before we knew David’s name. – Good? Matteo asks casually, and the guy nods. His cheeks are slightly pink. Matteo’s face is burning. Damn. He wants to lick into those lips. He wants to bury his hands into that thick, dark hair. He desperately hopes that he doesn’t imagine that there’s something heated in the guy’s eyes, as well.

LOVLEG FANFICTION

Draumekvila: Gunnhild/ Luna. 5,112 words, 1/1 chapter. Norwegian. Mature. Det er noko der imellom dei, er det ikkje? Ein tone som strekkjer seg mellom dei og skjelv. Ein melodi som summar under huden. Det er vel ikkje berre noko Luna innbiller seg? Luna trur ho kan sjå noko i auga til Gunnhild, men ho er ikkje sikker.

Blue Moon: Gunnhild/ Luna. 1,134 words, 1/1 chapter. General audiences. Gunnhild is pining for Luna.

SKAM FANART

Even and Isak Fanart

In Eden’s Garden

Ingrid and Sara Fanart

Isak and Even Pride Kiss

Isak blowing Even (explicit)

Isak and Even good times (slightly explicit)

Isak and Even kissing in bed

Sculpturer Even and Isak (explicit)

Young Even in Winter (Skam Chill Christmas Challenge )

Aurora and Steve (Isak and Even kissing, Evakteket SKAMenger Hunt)