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crowleying · 4 years ago

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If you weren't so drunk | f!reader

Date: 15.03.2021

Pairing: Edoardo Incanti x Reader, side Elia Santini x Filippo Sava, past Edoardo Incanti x Eleonora Sava

Reader's pronouns: she/her

Words: 3.275

Fandom: SKAM Italia

Characters: Reader, Edoardo Incanti, Elia Santini, others

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Alcohol, fluff

Requested: No

Prompts: "How much did you drink?"

"Aw, you're so cute."

"What did you do?"

"Yeah, well, if you weren't so drunk maybe I would."

"That's not fair."

"You promised me a cookie!"

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?"

"Stay here tonight."

"You're fun to touch."

"How do you get your skin to be so soft?"

Summary: Your friends leave you getting drunk by yourself at a party. Edoardo finds you and takes care of you.

A/N: I'm back after such a long time! I started long time ago and then left it because life got in the way, the other day I stumbled on it and I decided to finish it. It wasn't supposed to turn out so long. It's not one of the longest I've ever written, I just thought it would be shorter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! (Yes, I do miss Skam Italia.)

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what you think about it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: gif of Edoardo Incanti smiling sheepishly and looking down. End ID.]

It was ridiculous. The way Edoardo had fallen for you without even noticing was something Federico never stopped teasing him about. He didn’t know how it had happened nor how he had failed to notice you earlier. The first time he took notice of you was at that party where those homophobes had insulted Martino. Both Giovanni and Elia had defended him without thinking twice about it but so had the Villa Boys and you. Being Elia’s best friend, you were close to all the boys. You had been the only girl taking part in the fight and once it was over, he had noticed you worriedly checking Elia to see if he had any injury without caring for your split lip and the cut on your eyebrow. Back then he had thought you were Elia’s girlfriend, and he had his thing going on with Eleonora, so he just pushed you to the back of his mind. Since then, he had seen you many more times, but you had never looked at him, not even once, it was frustrating. You didn’t seem to be infatuated with him like most of the girls of the school, nor did you try to fight him like Eleonora had done, it was like he didn’t exist for you. He didn’t understand. He wasn’t used to it.

The thing was that you were so shy that you barely spoke to people who weren’t the boys, you hadn’t even been able to become friends with the girls. Moreover, you weren’t really the type of person to steal someone’s boyfriend and Edoardo and Eleonora seemed very cute. So, you had just put aside your feelings, never voicing them, because you really liked Edoardo, but you weren’t so naïve to think you had any chance with him.

When he and Eleonora broke up, he couldn’t take his mind off you anymore, there was nothing to distract him from you now.

You didn’t really want to go to that stupid party, you just wanted to stay at home and watch the last episode of your favourite TV series, but Elia had dragged you there along with the boys. Not ten minutes after your arrival they were all gone. Giovanni was somewhere making out with Eva and Luchino with Silvia, while Martino and Niccolò were dancing. Elia had promised he wouldn’t leave your side, but he was gone the minute he saw Filippo. You were happy for your best friend, but you had no idea what to do all alone at a party you didn’t want to be at. You decided that the best way to spend the time there was drinking. You only ever did that with the boys because you needed them to take care of you when you were drunk. You were much more talkative then and extremely funny, or so they said, but you lost the ability of doing anything on your own.

Edoardo found you almost two hours and several drinks later, you were already talking with a nice plant near the sofa you were sitting on.

“Oh my God, Eli, he’s coming towards us!” you said to the plant, noticing Edoardo making his way to you. You smiled from ear to ear.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” he asked sitting down next to you.

“Oh my God, Eli, he knows my name” you exclaimed to the plant before looking back to Edoardo who now had an amused smile on his beautiful face.

“How much did you drink?” he asked, trying not to laugh.

You thought about that for a while before showing him your thumb extremely close to your pointer. “This much.”

He looked at you with an expression which said, ‘You can’t think I will believe that’.

“Okay, maybe a little more” you said shrugging your shoulders and taking another sip of your umpteenth beer.

“Come on, I’m taking you home” he said getting up and straightening his shirt. He looked so good in it and your dreamy expression told him you appreciated it, but he didn’t need to guess it since you said it yourself. “You look good in shirts.”

“Thank you,” he replied smiling genuinely. “Now get up so I can take you home.”

He took a jacket that was lying beside you on the sofa. “Is this your jacket?” he asked but you didn’t notice because you were deep in conversation with Elia-plant, and you were telling him that Edoardo was taking you home and that he didn’t need to worry.

Edoardo shook his head and checked the pockets of the jacket finding a phone and looked at the wallpaper which was a picture of you and Elia making silly faces. This confirmed it belonged to you. He put it back in the pocket and took your hand to help you standing up. When he got you to stand up, although not straight nor without help, he helped you to put on your jacket.

You waved at the plant and Edoardo put his arm around your waist to keep you upright and lead you to the door stopping only to take his jacket. He then proceeded with you out of Federico’s house and to his car. He helped you climbing in the passenger seat and then fastened the seatbelt. You were looking at him with a stupid smile.

“What?”

“Aw, you’re so cute” you said sighing.

He smiled. “Thanks.”

He closed the door and went around. Once he had closed his door too, you burst laughing and he looked confused at you. “What did you do?”

“A little puffy fart” you said taking your arms around yourself. He tried once more not to laugh and put his jacket on you as a blanket.

“Do you think you can tell me where you live?” he asked starting the car.

“In a flat in a white building. I like it there because I know everyone.”

He smiled. “Maybe you could tell me the name of the street.”

“Mom says I shouldn’t give my address to people” you said looking at him suspicious.

“How can I take you home if you don’t tell me where it is?”

“Mh... What will you give me if I tell you?” you asked thoughtful.

“What about a cookie?”

You smiled satisfied and told him the name of the street.

“You’re incredibly easy to bribe” he commented amused.

After putting the address in the satnav, you left the parking lot. Nobody said anything for a couple of minutes and Edoardo thought you had fallen asleep but when he glanced at you, he found you staring at him shamelessly.

“What?” he asked with a smile.

“Mh... Has someone told you your hair isn’t shitty? I like it.”

He laughed at that but kept looking at the street.

“Actually, the only person who told me it is shitty was Ele...” He began amused but by the end of the sentence he seemed sad. You were way too drunk to notice it.

“Filo agrees, actually,” you pointed out.

“Does he?” he asked, not really interested and you nodded.

“Aren’t you afraid he will take Elia away from you?” he asked trying to sound casual. He failed to do so but you were too drunk to notice.

“Do you think girls will take Fede away from you?” you asked closing your eyes.

“He is my best friend, it’s different.”

“I know he is.” You didn’t think you needed to add any explanation to it. “I want a puppy” you said, instead.

“A puppy?”

“Yes, so every time I’ll look at it, I will think about you. You seem a lost puppy, right now” you explained giggling, one eye open and fixed on him.

“It’s because I don’t understand what you’re trying to say” he admitted.

“What is there to understand?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I think Filo likes Elia” he said glancing at you.

You chuckled. “He better, Elia likes him too.”

“I mean Filo likes-likes him” he repeated trying to make you understand what he meant.

“Elia likes-likes him too” you replied closing your eyes. “I bet they’ll get together by the end of the week, Gio says by the end of the month, Niccolò thinks…”

“You and Elia aren’t together?” he interrupted you.

You chuckled. “No, he’s like a brother.”

“Oh…” He sounded relieved. “And you don’t have a boyfriend?”

“How do you know I’m straight?” you asked sleepy.

“I’m sorry… I just assumed…” he replied embarrassed.

You sighed. “You should never assume. I’m single.”

“And you are…?”

“Bi.”

Edoardo nodded and didn’t say anything else for a while.

“Do you like someone?” he finally asked. He turned to look at you, but you were already asleep. He smiled softly.

He parked in front of your house and got down. He came to your side and unfastened your belt.

“Hey” he whispered. “We’re home.”

You moved. Your eyes were still closed. “Cookie.”

“What?” he asked confused.

“You promised me a cookie!” you said opening your eyes.

He snorted and helped you out of the car. “I’ll give you one… tomorrow.”

“That’s not fair, I want it now” you pointed out.

He closed the car and helped you to the door, then rummaged in the pockets of your jacket to find your keys. When he found them, he tried to open the door. It wasn’t as easy as it normally would because he had to try different keys before finding the right one while you kept touching his face. “Please, stop. I’m trying to open the door.”

“You’re fun to touch” you said with no intention of stopping. “How do you get your skin to be so soft?”

“If you stop touching my face and let me open the door, I promise I’ll show you my skincare routine.”

You let go and he finally managed to open and let you in.

“On which floor do you live?”

He counted on your fingers and after a very long moment you replied “five.”

“This building only has three floors” he pointed out, then sighed and helped you up the stairs looking at every door you passed by looking for your surname on the doorbell. When he finally found it, he once again had to find the right key but was finally able to open the door.

You stumbled in and swore against the doormat. He urged you to keep silent as he closed the door behind you. He quickly found the kitchen and sat you down at the table to give you something to eat and some water to drink, hoping that would help with the hangover.

You munched on the bread staring at the table silently, too sleepy to do anything else and then drank the water. He then brought you to the bathroom so you could brush your teeth and then to what you said was your room and it really seemed so if the pictures with you and the boys all over the walls were something to go by. He sat you on the bed, took off your shoes and your jacket and put you under the blanket all dressed. He took your phone out of the pocket of the jacket and plugged it in. You seemed to be already asleep, so he kissed your forehead before leaving but you grabbed his wrist and looked at him wide-eyed. “Stay here tonight” you whispered.

“I should go…”

“Please.”

That was all it took for him to give in and lay down next to you. You were still staring at him.

“Sleep now” he said.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” you asked completely out of the blue.

He smiled. “No, we never talked before today. Yours are too, by the way.”

“That’s a pity” you said sadly but it only lasted a few seconds. “Kiss me?”

It took a moment for him to reply, he wasn’t expecting this. “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”

“A small kiss? Pretty please?”

He sighed and kissed your cheek. “Now sleep.”

You nodded and cuddled next to him. “I like you” you whispered moments before falling asleep.

“I like you too” he whispered back. Before he fell asleep, he sent a quick message to Federico to let him know he had left to bring you home.

He was woken in the morning by the light coming in through the window. He squeezed his eyes and ran a hand on his face and then in his hair. He felt someone move next to him. He opened his eyes wide. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the night before. He tried to move your arm wrapped around his waist so that he could leave. He didn’t want your parents to find you in such a compromising situation. He had never really cared before but now suddenly it seemed important.

The movement woke you. You squeezed him closer for a moment. “Fuck, my head hurts” you mumbled.

“Where do you keep painkillers?” he whispered back, which caused you to suddenly open your eyes, closing them right away. There was too much light.

What the hell? Was the one in your bed really Edoardo Incanti? Did you two…? No, no, you were still completely dressed.

You tried to open your eyes once more, now more carefully. He was looking at you and he was fully dressed too.

“Do you mind fetching me some water from the kitchen?” you asked. You needed to take care of your headache before you could think of why he was in your bed.

“Won’t your parents be angry?”

“They are away for the weekend” you replied slowly sitting up. He put the pillows behind your back so you could be more comfortable, then he got up and left. You looked at him surprised and only when he disappeared you closed your eyes again and ran a hand over your face. You took the painkillers from the bedside table and in doing so your eyes fell on your phone.

You took it wondering how many missed calls you would have on your phone. You groaned when you saw the actual number.

“Everything okay?” Edoardo asked walking in and handing you a glass of water and some bread.

You smiled. “Thanks.” You nodded. “Yeah, I just have so many missed calls from the boys. I should call Eli; he must be so worried.”

Edoardo nodded and took his own phone. “I should go” he said, not wanting to impose.

“You can stay, if you want” you replied.

You ate some bread and took the painkillers before calling Elia. He picked up at the second ring and without giving you the chance to say anything, he started scolding you.

“Are you crazy? Leaving like that, without telling anyone where or with whom you were going?” You opened your mouth to reply but he didn’t let you. “I was scared to death, and so were the boys. What were you thinking?! I would have never expected anything so stupid from you!” You felt bad, he was right about everything.

You heard someone, probably Filippo saying something along the lines of “go easy on her,” to which Elia replied “no, she needs to understand.”

You felt your eyes getting wet. “I understood and I am sorry, okay? I’m sorry you and the boys were worried, I really am. I was drunk, I thought I had told you” you said and your voice broke. You felt Edo caressing your back soothingly. Elia stayed silent for a moment.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault, I left you there alone knowing perfectly well you didn’t even want to be at that party in the first place” he finally said.

“It’s not your fault either, you’re not my babysitter” you pointed out.

“I know but I was a bad friend.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay” he admitted.

“I am.”

“Is he still with you?” Elia asked and for a moment it confused you. You turned to look at Edo.

“He is…” Edoardo took his gaze away from his phone and looked at you questioning.

“Did he treat you right?”

You heard Filippo chuckling and telling Elia to let you be. “She is my best friend, I’m just worried about her, okay?” Elia said back.

You snorted. “He did, he was a real gentleman” you assured, glancing at Edo who smiled back. “How did you know he was here, by the way?”

“He sent Federico a message telling him he had brought you home. That’s how I knew you weren’t dead. Now, get him on the phone, I need to talk to him.”

“Eli…” you started, but he cut you off. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on him, I promise.”

You sighed and handed Edo the phone. He raised his eyebrows confused. You shrugged. “He wants to talk to you.”

He took the phone hesitantly and accosted it to his ear. “Hello?”

You couldn’t hear what Elia was saying but you saw Edo’s expressions. They were quite funny.

“I won’t, I promise” Edoardo said. “Okay, okay, bye.” He gave you the phone.

“Eli…” you said in the phone. “Don’t worry, I behaved. See you tomorrow at school?”

“Yeah”

“Okay, have a nice day.”

“You too, say hi to Filo.”

“Hi!” you heard Filippo’s voice say. “Filo, my ear!” Elia complained.

You chuckled. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

You ended the call and facepalmed. “I’m sorry about that.”

Edo chuckled. “It’s okay, he was just being protective, I understand that.”

You smiled.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” he asked after a while.

“Not really, did I do something embarrassing?” you asked hiding your face in your hands. “Oh my God, we… we didn’t… did we?” You looked at him worried.

He hurried to reassure you. “No, no, we didn’t have sex.” He shook his head and his curls bounced at the motion.

“Good, good” you said nodding to yourself. “I mean, it’s not that I wouldn’t like… I mean, it’s not that you aren’t attractive, it’s just… I wouldn’t like not remembering it” you explained when you saw his hurt expression. “God, this is so embarrassing” you mumbled hiding your face in your hands once more. Your cheeks were positively burning.

“Hey, it’s okay” he tried to reassure you. “You just said you liked me, and I wanted to know if it was the alcohol talking or you really like me.”

It was getting worse by the minute.

“I did, didn’t I?” You sighed. This was the moment, if you didn’t do it now, you never would. “Fine, yes, I like you, but I know how you are. I’m not interest in a one-night stand and-”

“I like you too” he said cutting you off.

“I’m saying I am not just attracted to you-”

“Me neither, I really like you, I can’t think of anyone else, I-”

“How do I know you’re not playing with me to have sex with me?” you cut him off.

He hesitated. His past as a womanizer was coming back once more to bite him in the ass.

“You don’t and I understand why you don’t trust me on this, just give me a chance? We can have a date to get to know each other and then you can decide where you want this to go. We can stay friend if you prefer. Just give me a chance, that’s all I ask” he almost begged you. “Also, Elia said that if I hurt you, he would hang my balls on the Christmas tree” he added slightly amused.

That made you laugh. It was very Elia-like.

You nodded. “Okay, one date.”

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vostokovasmelina · 5 years ago

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ship requests - closed.

yes, i am definitely starting this blog out by opening ship requests, becasue i’ve found they usually work to get more people interested. it’s all about marketing, baby.

if you don’t already know the drill, they’re all about you giving me info about yourself and i set you up with a fictional boo in return.

what you need to give me:

some brief description of physical appearance (i don’t really base anything on it tho, so i’d much rather have you put emphasis on your personality)

determining aspects of your personality (positive and negative, or whatever you find crucial); this is what determines whom i ship you with, therefore it’s the most important information you can give me

hobbies; likes; dislikes

sexuality or preferred gender (pretty obvious why)

fandom(s); when it comes to ships, i will choose from all characters who meet the “criteria”, not only the ones listed in my post; you can choose up to 5 fandoms, so it won’t get out of hands

you might need to spend more than one ask because of the stupid character limit, and that’s fine, just make sure you put a ‘part1′-’part2′ if that happens

what you’ll get in return:

a fictional boo’s name from every fandom you’ve chosen

a gif (none of them mine, i’m not one of those talented people)

short headcanons for your relationship

a song that best fits each relationship

please, note that ship requests are closed for the time being!

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dearest-sin · 4 years ago

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fandom list & rules.

Hello, dear reader. I welcome those who have just stumbled across my page. I write for a variety of genres, all of which will be including a male or gender-neutral insert.

The fandoms I write for ;

Harry potter

The walking dead

Maze Runner

Kingsman

Skam France

The lord of the rings

The hobbit

Slasher’s ( Jason Vorhee, Brahms Heelshire ( a favorite ), Scream, etc.

The last of us

Detroit become human

rules ; ( please read )

- no direct smut. but i can write suggestive themes, or make out scenes.

- requests must be detailed and assertive. its hard for me to write what will make you happy if your request is vague. don’t be shy, i probably won’t bite.

- i write reactions, one shots, imagines, you name it.

- requests don’t have to be romantic, i can write for family or friendship dynamics as well.

- keep in mind i also do gn/male reader x fem or male characters.

- that is all for now, ill keep updating the rules in the future.

#male reader #male reader insert #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #the hobbit #skam france #the walking dead #kingsman #harry potter #the avengers #criminal minds #maze runner #dc universe #harrypotter #the lord of the rings

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randomshyperson · 2 years ago

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The List - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda shouldn't be sneaking off to your bedroom during the farewell party, and she certainly shouldn't be reading a list of pros and cons about the women you care about. Inspired by ‘Friends’ but make it Ross’s list something actually thoughtful.

Warnings: (+16) Some implications but nothing explicit, very brief angst of relationship going wrong and other lovers, implied friends to lovers, some Yelena x Reader and Vision x Wanda ‘cause they made bad choices, drinking, feelings talks, making out, getting back together, attempt to poetry and a hella of self-insert stuff. | Words: 3.052k.

A/N-> The author should be working on the last two Skam series but is doing midnight one-shots instead (self-criticism). This is short and dramatic and I just wanted something about one of the most popular scenes in Friends. Hope you like it.

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A full tower meant Wanda would be locked in her room. Or at least, that's how it used to be.

Tonight, however, there is a 'Good Voyage' banner in the middle of the room filled with friends and guests, each with their own glass of drink, wanting to celebrate your last night as an Avenger. Technically, this party was also for Wanda. In official terms, she didn't leave the team, but she had a room booked at the Harkness Residence and no belongings in her old room. For the two of you, this was the last night in the tower.

This is why Wanda was wearing a party dress and wasn't locked away from the celebration as she would have been years ago when she was a new recruit and you would sneak out of appointments to keep her company.

She tried to avoid staring so much. Whether it was the lost smiles between you and Yelena, or the lingering hugs and complicit whispers. There was nothing official, yet Natasha had commented that you had been sleeping in Lena's apartment for many weeks and that you were probably the only number saved on her secure cell phone beside the older widow.

"Would you like me to get you something to drink, Wanda?" Vision's voice made her jump in fright softly. She stared at him, and for a moment couldn't say anything, still getting used to the synthesizer's new appearance. Sometimes she missed the red, it was less intimidating than the full white.

"N-no, Vis. Thank you." She manages to reply when he looks at her curiously towards the silence. Wanda risks diverting her attention to you again, catching the moment when Yelena entwines her arm with yours and rests her head on your shoulder. It is so domestic that she feels sick. How many times has she made the same action? Swallowing dryly, she lets the robot beside her know, "I need some air. "

She left him before he could say anything else; and missed the moment he exchanged a glance with Natasha across the room as if asking her oldest friend for some kind of assistance.

Wanda lied - It wasn't her intention, she thinks, but her feet made their way alone. She went up the elevator in silence, offering nothing but forced smiles to any stray guests she met in the hallways to your old bedroom.

The place was dark and full of boxes ready for the move. All your belongings would be shipped the next day to somewhere in Europe, where you and Yelena continued on the mission to free the rest of the Black Widows, the personal operation that had to be paused for a few months with all the problems the Mad Titan brought to earth. With the victory of the Avengers, who were outnumbered for some time, everything needed to undergo some kind of reform. No one ever wanted to be caught as unawares as when Thanos appeared, and everyone had work to do. Wanda, and her growing magical power, included.

She let her fingers trace through the closed boxes, a red sparkle doing the work of turning on the lights at the entrance. Her mind was haunted by memories of a friendship long forgotten, glimpses of movie nights under those covers, stolen touches at breakfasts, and promises sealed with kisses that would be forgone and impossible to keep when reality fell on your heads.

When Wanda thought of you, she felt a pang in her chest. Missing you hurt her physically, and even with only a few rooms between you now, she felt as if the distance she had placed was much greater. She knows she would start to cry if she kept thinking about it, but there was no avoiding it, not when there were still some of her belongings scattered on your study desk and some of these were polaroids taken by Peter Parker with his intention to keep memories of his adventures with the Avengers.

She traced the photographs of younger versions of herself smiling beside you, but at the current moment, her smile was much more whiny than happy. She took her attention away from the pictures to the computer that turned on as soon as it recognized movement, and let her fingers play with the keys for a second.

"Welcome." FRIDAY's sudden greeting made her eyes widen softly at the fright. "Little witch."

She bit the inside of her cheek at the nickname she hadn't heard in a while. She lifted her finger to touch the colorful stickers you pasted on the device but bumped into the screen and was surprised by the automatic unlock. Her shock at still being allowed to access your belongings had to be forgotten because the open file was much more relevant than overthinking about this.

There were two columns in one document. Her name and Yelena's, below each a list of items.

The witch swallowed dryly and turned her face to the door. A peek at something that contained her name couldn't hurt...

Wanda.

‘Complicated.

Complicated friendship.

Complicated everything.’

Frowning, the witch felt something in her stomach sinking. When she read Yelena's first item 'It happened as it was supposed to' she understood that it was a list of pros and cons and she immediately regretted starting to read this at all.

But there was no stopping herself now. She needed to know where this was going.

Wanda.

‘Just because she was my first love, she doesn't have to be my last.’

Sniffling slightly, she looked at the next item on Yelena's list.

‘I don't have to fall in love with her just because everyone else thinks it makes sense.’

Wanda froze. A mixture of conflicting feelings surged through her chest. She wanted to be only upset by how distressed you felt, but she couldn't help the thread of hope arising from hearing your doubts regarding your feelings for Yelena.

Clicking to advance to the next lines, she held her breath without realizing it. The formatting of the list changes, taking away the bullet points for paragraphs that pull and bring the air out of her lungs with each sentence.

“Wanda only wakes up after all the alarms have gone off, I can always watch her sleep because of this.

Yelena never sleeps, and I can never fully relax knowing she's awake and haunted by horrors I can't take away.

They're both shorter than me, and they look adorable when they ask for help picking up something high up. Yelena kicks my ankle if I get too cocky about it. Wanda slides her hand under my clothes and turns me into a complete mess at her mercy, taller or shorter, she’s the boss.”

She pauses in her reading, a smile playing on her lips. She remembers doing the latter so many times. The memories hit her hard, and she had to take a deep breath to push them away and focus on reading again.

“Wanda feels so much that she explodes.

Yelena sometimes thinks the Red Room just left an empty cocoon behind.

I think I'm in the middle.”

Wanda pauses, thinking she hears someone approaching. With her heart racing with guilt and fear of being caught, she checks the door, but it's just her mind playing tricks on her.

“Wanda invades frequently. Privacy is a problem, especially because of her telepathy. I can never keep secrets from her, much less emotions. She gets so close that sometimes it suffocates.”

The witch pauses the reading with tears in her eyes. Guilt and shame burn her chest, and she takes a deep breath. She wonders how old the list is, or if the version of her that you have of it in your head is just the young girl who tentatively stumbled over her own feelings and traumas and hurt you even though she had no intention of doing so.

She sniffles again and controls the threat of crying before reading the next item.

“Yelena goes so far away that sometimes I wonder if she was ever here at all.”

The witch needs to stop; She has for a moment, the realization that perhaps, you are better off alone. For the way she and Yelena, even if in different ways, hurt you.

And the next part of the list does not make her feel better about this. In cursive letters, and repeated for three more paragraphs, there's the name of the person responsible for putting an end to the fragile relationship that you and she used to have.

“Vision.

Vison.

She notices a machine but she cannot notice me.

She loves a piece of tin, but not the one who finds pairs of socks for her cold feet at night.

She loves the tin-man who signed the agreements that say she should be locked up, and not the person who would fight the whole world for her.”

Wanda sobs, and has to sit up in her chair to keep from falling to the floor. She cries for a moment, all the emotions that seem to have built up since the whole impasse with the Avengers two years ago hitting her all over again.

You've got it all wrong. If there was a way, she would have gone back and done everything differently. She would have told her stupid young self that you were hurting like her, and that you always noticed her like she pretended not to be doing.

That forcing yourself to invest in Vision was hurting you like it was hurting her.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda tries to stop crying to finish the list at once. It seems to be ending at least.

There is one note crossed out, and she needs to make a change and remove the underline to read it.

“Yelena never seems as happy with me as she is around Kate Bishop. She always diverts from the subject when I try to bring it up. It reminds me of Wanda when I would ask about him, and she would say they were just friends.

I wonder if I will ever be someone's first choice.”

Wanda shakes her head in indignation. You are her first choice. And her second and third. You are everything. You've always been too precious to risk losing. How can you not know this?

"People say that Yelena and I are very similar while Wanda is my opposite. Peter has been helping me try astrology and everything from Hogwarts houses to numerology.

I liked the phases of the moon where Yelena matches mine while Wanda is the part I am missing.

While Yelena mirrors me, Wanda completes me.

They say that the former is more important: That real, routine life is better with someone who resembles you. Yelena and I like the same pizza and the same movies. We never fight over silly things.

Every time I argue with Wanda I want to make her scream for another reason. She always looked so pretty moaning my name-”

The witch jumps to the next item, her face burning just like under her dress. She clears her throat quietly, fighting other memories that try to rise into her mind and which most likely would take away her ability to read anything.

‘I could write pages and pages of this, but this would be just me, running away from the truth. There is only one answer to your question, Captain Rogers.

Yelena can read me like a book, but Wanda is the only one who can edit the words.

I will meet a hundred people, and none of them will be like Wanda.

You told me that in order to make this decision, I needed to think about something simple. Who would I miss more if I had to lose in life, Wanda or Yelena? It was not so simple.

Because Wanda left me first and I had to get used to the pain day by day. But Yelena will never let me in enough to miss her. Not when she also knows that I'm always looking back, just like a little kid, waiting for the moment when Wanda Maximoff will have a spare piece of attention to trade with me.

I know I can survive missing her in my life because it is a feeling I am used to.

I just don't want to lose her again. I don't want to survive without her, I want to live with her.

I will tell her.

I will.

I-”

"Having fun, Maximoff?" The witch jumps out of her chair at your sudden arrival. It is a mixture of shock and embarrassment, she cringes like a child being caught and her face burns even more at your relaxed posture, waist resting on the doorstop and arms crossed. Her favorite smile on your face.

"I-I was just..."

"Snooping." You complete, but you don't sound the least bit angry, just provocative. You uncross your arms to reach for the cell phone in your jeans pocket. "Yeah, I got a notification of a small change in my drive. I guess I was right about the boundaries issues topic..."

Wanda steps forward, almost desperate. "I didn't mean to! I-I accidentally clicked on it, and when I saw my name, I couldn't help it-"

You chuckle, nodding in her direction as a sign that it was okay. "Relax, I'm just teasing you."

Wanda chuckles nervously, aware that you were getting too close. She holds her breath but you only lean toward the computer, humming in confirmation that it is indeed your list that she has spent the last few moments reading before turning your attention back to her.

"I'm really sorry." She murmurs embarrassedly, looking down at her own feet. Wanda really expects you to yell at her, to be angry at her for breaking your privacy and invading what is clearly a very personal vent. But you just stare back at her, and completely tear her apart as you take one of your hands to her hair, gentle fingers tracing the loose strands behind the nape of her neck to the front.

"I didn't get a chance to say that red really suits you."

"T-thanks." She risks a look into your eyes, and her heart explodes at the intensity she finds.

"Actually I didn't get a chance to say much at all." You continue, a small smile appearing on your lips. Wanda tries to focus on your next words and not on your hand playing with her hair. "You ran out of the party. I was planning to ask you to dance."

She swallows dryly, trying to calm her own nerves. She's tired of games; they've hurt you both enough.

"I don't understand your list." She retorts in an affected voice, her gaze in a mix of hope and fear. "You say...you say you're going to tell me, but you're leaving-"

"We both are." You retort as if you are reminding her. Without stopping smiling, you use your free hand to search for something in your coat pocket. "It turns out, Nat and Lena really do have a lot of time catching up to do. And well, I know you do magic portals now, but I still trust planes."

In your hand are first-class tickets to Central-Southeastern Europe. You let Wanda hold them, appraising the item in shock as you clarify:

"Agatha mentioned that you need to find out more about yourself, and I thought, there is no better place than where it all began. Unfortunately, Sokovia no longer has an airport, but we can stay around. And get a car..."

She looks at you with watery eyes. "And y-you want to come with me?"

You smile at her so tenderly that she would have burst into tears if she weren't already doing so. Your hands find her cheeks, gently wiping away her tears as you clarify:

"Isn't it clear yet, Wanda? I'll go wherever you want me."

Something mixed between a sob and a relieved laugh escapes her; You have a very similar expression, and as you wipe away her tears, you kiss her cheeks and the tip of her nose to reassure her.

Wanda sighs, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Detka, I'm so scared." She confesses in a whisper. "We've hurt each other before. I don't want to ever hurt you again."

You nod and wait for her to stare you in the eyes.

"There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, Wands." Your tone, while firm, is also tender. "And we're both complicated. But I want this, us because I'd rather work on our differences than start anything new with someone else. You're the only one I want."

She stares at you trying to absorb all the sincerity in her words. For a second, even with the list, she takes a chance:

"But Yelena?"

You give her a small smile, holding her hand in yours at the height of your heart. "She could tell even before me that there was no one but you. Lena will continue the mission with Natasha, as it should be. And I will stay with you if you choose me."

She laughs tearfully, nodding. "Of course, I choose you, idiot." She assures. "I love you." And Wanda repeats and repeats until you kiss her.

It seems ridiculous that Wanda has gone without it you when your lips meet again. The worst part is that she only realizes how much she has missed you once you touch her again. The needy sounds that escape her are almost desperate, full of passion, and tugging at your clothes, trying to bring you closer than is humanly possible.

You give her everything. Your mouth, your tongue, your hands. She is pressed against the table, kissing you as if she wants to make up for all the time wasted in a single night.

There is a ripping of clothes, her dress will end up in a pile on the floor. No hesitation: Wanda gives you the green light as she snaps your belt off. There’s a promise of a future together that she can’t wait to live in the way you worship every corner of her body that night.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines

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killmybadthoughts · 7 years ago

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I want to start writing imagines and stuff so if any of you guys are interested please send me your requests 😙 The fandoms I write for are also listed in my bio. I also don't mind if you want a reader insert or just your fav ship xoxo

I promise I’m not a bad writer lol

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marysandbox · 2 years ago

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Main Masterlist - All Works

Who do I Write for?

This secondary blog will contain every fandom or marvel character other than Elizabeth Olsen's Characters and Marvel Women. Since this is a new blog, for now, the only fandom is the Skamverse.

My main and main writing blog: RandomShyMary | RandomShyperson

Request Status: Closed Last update: 02-FEB-2023 TAG List: Not doing this anymore, this site has too many bugs regarding it. Turn blog notifications on and/or follow the fics on AO3/Wattpad. Most of my posts in this are fics since I have a main, so don't worry.

AO3 - Wattpad --//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//----//--

Druck - Skam Germany

Kieu My x Fatou Jallow (Kieutou)

Counting kisses and sponges

Arcade

Eskam - Skam Spain

Nora Grace x Reader

Nora x Reader Request

Celebrities x Reader Insert

Taylor Swift x Reader

Dress

#masterlist

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skamenglishsubs · 6 years ago

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Subtext and Culture, Season 2, Episode 10

Subtext: Even though Eskild never says it, he clearly doesn’t believe Noora’s lie that she is sick, but he recognizes her need to process whatever happened at her own pace. But if she’s not done in two days, he’ll intervene. Blink and you miss it: Noora has started drafting her article, but it’s mostly loose ideas. So far she’s written: “What does May 17th mean for Norwegian youth? What is society for why are we living in a society???? Norwegian youth uses over four hours on social media every day, according to a survey. Some people think that maybe it’s a waste of time. But I understand why we do it. Society is uncomplicated on social media. You can just log off and block Why does unfairness happen to innocent people? Why are some people rich and others poor. Main part: The constitution The refugees. Young people spend 4 hours on social media every day...” Blink and you miss it: The breakfast Eskild and Linn brought almost two days ago is still sitting in Noora’s room, untouched.

Culture: Eva, Chris, and Sana are all wearing bunad, a Norwegian folk costume based on traditional rural clothes going back as far as the 1700′s. A bunad is a pretty expensive piece of clothing, thousands of dollars for a single costume, which is quite different from what Vilde and Noora are wearing; cheap mass-produced dresses. There are plenty of socio-economic class markers in the show, we’ve seen how most of the characters live, what they wear, what their parents do, but this scene really confirms that Eva, Chris, and Sana are comfortably upper-middle class, while Vilde isn’t, because if she was, she would wear a bunad given how anxious she is to look good and fit in. But the truth is that she simply can’t afford one. In Noora’s case, it’s probably just that her parents don’t care about her and never considered buying one for her, even though they could. Also, aesthetically, Noora’s simple short dress makes her stand out as exposed and vulnerable and almost naked, in a scene where she finally exposes her vulnerability, her naked picture, and her shame. For Sana, wearing a bunad also shows that she’s really trying to be Norwegian, which is a theme the show will tackle in her season. Lost in translation: The whole speech that William wrote uses a consistently mature and serious tone, but towards the end he has inserted the teenspeak phrase “for helt serr”, which shifts the tone completely. But in this case it works, because it’s supposed to remind the reader that it was written by an actual teenager, even though it sounds like an adult wrote it. Subtext: SKAM, like all other tv-series aimed at teenagers, contain messaging that’s there to try to help them or inform them of what they can and should do. Most series completely fail at this, because it’s usually delivered by some adult who doesn’t know shit, and therefore it’s ignored. But by putting these words in Vilde’s mouth, by having the ditziest, blondest member of the girl squad tell Noora, and us, that “everyone knows” you should go to the doctor’s first thing if you think you’ve been sexually assaulted, the show brilliantly makes it a lot more likely that actual teenagers will listen to the messaging and learn from it. And in retrospect we know that it worked, the number of reports of sexual assaults rose significantly after this episode aired. Blink and you miss it: Vilde repeats back the end of the speech, but makes it about the justice system, not society and refugees.

Subtext: The reason this scene doesn’t take place at the school doctor’s is because Dr Skrulle is 100% comic relief, which wouldn’t fit with this scene that is actually serious and needs to be taken seriously. That said, the show couldn’t resist not having a little bit of comic relief in the form of Chris’ pig balloon... Subtext: The music during the end scene is Noe Bedre by Feit’n Fra Kolbotn, and the lyrics go: “I only trust myself. I have learned that no-one is there when you really need help. Because in the end you deal with it alone. Thinking on all the things that never got any better. But it’s not my fault it turned out that way...”

#skam #subtext #skam meta #Noora Amalie sætre

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hjertetssunnegalskap1 · 6 years ago

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Hi. For the director's thing, I'd love to know a bit more about the first chapter of Don't Leave Me (Alone) please. What made you decide to write it that way and how the more supernatural elements came about.

Ah, thank you so much for this ask! I ended up writing a far too long post about it. Kudos to anyone that actually reads it.

Don’t leave me (alone) was my very first Skam fic, well, my very first fic ever, so it has a special place in my heart. It’s hard to recall what made me decide to write it. I recall that the idea for the fic started out pretty simple, though. I wanted to write Isak and Even meeting as adults (but realizing that they had met before). I had an idea about Isak coming back to Oslo from his studies in Trondheim (yeah, I’m a psychic, I predicted Andem’s headcanon, lol).

I wanted to write Isak a little lonely, lost and not knowing what to do next:

He walks with long, quiet steps. There’s no reason to be quick, and he can decide which hotel to sleep in later. He stares at the pavement in front of him. Things are a bit shitty at the moment, he has to admit. Right now, he has no place to stay, no boyfriend, no job. Well, that isn’t exactly true; he has a possibility to work as a biology teacher at Hartvig Nissen, but he’s not particularly tempted.

Most people his age have jobs, houses and cars, and some even start to have kids. Whereas he has almost everything he owns in the backpack and suitcase. The thought gives him an uneasy feeling in his gut. It hadn’t been his intention to come home like this. He was going to come back with a good education, safe job and a bright future ahead of him. He had been close, too; he had studied at the university, and did well. But he never found a job that he wanted. On top of that, he hadn’t quite managed to make friends in Trondheim. He had made a couple of acquaintances, and had enjoyed some hookups, but still ended up spending most of his time home alone. It was like his whole life was on hold, waiting for something.

Yeah, “not knowing what to do” is a recurring theme in my stories, and I can’t really call it self insert, since I was determined to do what I did after high school (I was pretty sure I couldn’t make a living of writing and painting, so I chose something more reliable).

Anyway. I wanted Isak and Even to meet and have this sort of magical day that set everything in motion between them. Making a sort of one-night-stand to friends to lovers thing. When I tried to figure out where they should meet, I wanted to begin where their story sort of ended in the show, in Sagene church. I imagined that scene pretty clearly from the start, with Isak remembering meeting this unknown boy there, seven years ago, and then suddenly stumbling over the same guy, at the same place.

For a moment, Isak almost wonders if the guy has materialized from his thoughts. That’s ridiculous, of course. It must just be a weird coincidence.

Isak can’t look away. He just can’t. It is like those blue eyes hold him, and look right into him. His face burns, his heart races, all kinds of feelings tumble in his belly. His hands feel heavy, like they long to touch the other guy, making sure he is real. Isak struggles to shut his mouth and not look like an idiot.

I also imagined their moment in the church very clearly. I have done just what Isak and Even are doing here, once, crashing a funeral with someone I liked. And I guess that’s why the scene came easily to me.

But then the organ starts playing, and the little group of people in the front starts to sing another psalm. The sound of the melancholy hymn and the thin voices is oddly gripping: To live, it is to love/ the best your soul could reach/ to live it is in work/ searching richer goals. The words hit Isak hard, thinking about the lonely life of the deceased, and how it mirrors his own boring life.

My translation of the hymn is probably awful, but I’m kinda pleased with how I made that scene come together. Isak has a strong reaction to it all, and leaves.

The second part of this chapter is in Even’s perspective, and it was really interesting to write things in his point of view, both to explore his experiences of fears and doubts, but also to show his dorky side.

Now Isak turns around, facing him, and Even is forced to drop his hands from his shoulders. His looks still take Even’s breath away, just as they did in the church back when they were kids. Isak is still golden, but far from a boy, even if Even can see he still has sort of a boyish charm. Despite that impression, he is a man, with strong features and dark, green eyes. Even still feels the overwhelming want in his hands, the want to hold him, and the want to sense his skin. He has this excitement in his body and buzzing feeling in his fingers, something that makes him wonder if he is starting to become manic again, so he holds back.

Need to stay in control.

Isak meets his gaze for a moment, looking a bit embarrassed, and Even smiles at him.

– Okay, Even says, and tries to sound reassuring. – It seems like you are better now. But if it’s okay, I want to follow you to wherever you are going. Just to be sure you are all right.

Smooth. Even is quite pleased with himself.

I see now that even if the perspectives are altering, I do maybe write Isak’s perspective clearer than Even’s. Or maybe it feels like that in chapter one because Isak has more parts (in the second chapter Even has more).

In the next part, we’re in Isak’s head again, and they have a stop at Hartvig Nissen. I guess it’s easy to notice that I picked locations from the show and built the story around it. The story more or less starts at the church, and they visit several of the sites, but just in a jumbled order. Of course, I did some changes, the cafeteria turned into a coffee shop and things like that. Also, while the locations are sort jumbled compared to the show, the scenes parallel the show pretty closely. It helped me find a structure for the story.

As they have a chat in the schoolyard, they talk about before, and I get the opportunity to parallel some of the moments from the show that I love. Like this one:

Isak looks at Even. – Which school did you go to?

– Bakka.

Even glances at him, and looks ridiculously hot with his swoopy hair and bright, blue eyes.

Isak swallows, but puts on a cocky face. – That figures, he smiles. – Elvebakken is the place to go for hipster movie makers or media wannabes, isn’t it?

– Ha ha.

Even smiles at Isak, but there is something serious in his eyes. – I almost transferred to Nissen, actually, in my last year. That is, I got delayed for a year, and then I thought about changing schools.

– Really? Why?

Even`s gaze at him is thoughtful. – It’s a long story. I can tell you over a beer some time.

I can tell you. Some time. Isak likes that little promise.

– But I decided that I wasn’t that kind of person, Even continues.

Isaks looks at him. – What kind of person?

Even shrugs. – I didn’t want to be that kind of person who quits, I guess.

Sounds familiar, you say? If you have read more than one of my Skam fics, you know that I make parallels to this, over and over again. I just can’t seem to let go of it, for some reason.

Oh, I must also comment something about the horrible dick jokes. As we know, Isak and Even has this thing where they do a lot of banter, and I knew that banter wasn’t something I wrote easily. So to help myself to add some humor between them, I added some silly dick jokes. I’m not sure about how well it worked, but I guess it helped me get over the fear of writing banter.

Anyway. In the next part, Isak struggles to find a hotel and Even takes an initiative. And in the next and final part, they go to Even’s flat and things heat up. I don’t know if I should say more about it. I can’t quote everything in this fic, this post is already far too long. Also, I shouldn’t spoil everything. However, I can say that I wanted to write this situation where everything happens a bit too fast, perhaps, and then take it from there.

So, about the supernatural elements. Right now, I can’t recall exactly which magical scene that started the whole magical realism thing. Maybe it was the one in the church. I think that Isak had a moment where everything got blurry and he felt that he knew Even from before. I had planned to just have just a few moments like that and leave it as a mystery (I’m weak for magical realism and it tends to pop up in my writing from time to time). But my amazing beta reader saw the potential and helped me see more places that I could add more magic. And that magical realism thing became a big part of the whole fic. Actually, it became the most important part of the story. And the most fun part was that it fit surprisingly well with the idea of parallel universes.

Here’s an example of one of these moments in the church:

One moment he has this vision, of himself in another life, where he has chosen love, and living for real, where he laughs and cries and lives, and it takes his breath away. It’s bizarre, but he sees himself with Even, with this guy next to him, and they do everything together; they kiss, laugh, fuck, fight and cry and kiss again, and it can’t be right, because it almost feels like memories. Memories from another life that never was. To live, it is like the ocean, / to mirror the heavens.

What is happening to him? Isak can’t breathe. It is like he is trapped.

As a result, this chapter changed quite a lot from my first draft, as I added more magic moments and as I knew where the story would go. I guess I learned a lot, writing this thing, about how stories can change and turn into something more than you imagine from the start.

#skam #evak #fic writing #director's commentary #don't leave me (alone)#Anonymous

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peterpparkrr · 6 years ago

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(Chris Schistad x Reader): You Can’t Like Him

Request: the reader is new in school and everyone tells her to be careful with Chris, because he could be using her, and he is super sweet with her and asks her to be his girlfriend... something like that, super adorable imagine please and thannk you!! Summary: The girl gang take the reader under their wings and are very determined to warn her about Chris Schistad, but will she take their advice? A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this request, I’ve been bad at keeping up with them this semester but I promise I’m going to get through them before the new year!

Being the new girl was always nerve-wracking. It was cliche, but it was also true. You did your best to keep your cool and present the facade that you were cool, friendly, and not the nervous mess you felt like on the inside.

And it sort of worked. You quickly befriended they girls who sat next to you in your Spanish class. It turns out one of them, Noora, was also new, she’d started at Nissen at the beginning of the school year, a few months ago, and Eva, the other girl had moved to Oslo in middle school and was sympathetic to your situation.

Eventually, they invited you to join them and their friends at lunch, and the group of you all bonded rather quickly. Sana was sarcastic and incredibly quick-witted, Vilde was incredibly sweet and welcoming, and Chris was hilarious and easy to talk to.

“You should totally come party with us this weekend, we’re going to pregame at Eva’s and then go to the Penetrator's party at Chris’s house,” Vilde tells you one day while you’re all chilling outside before class.

“The Penetrator's?” You ask, confused, “What are the penetrator’s and why are they having a party at your house, Chris?”

“Not this Chris,” Vilde says, giggling, “Chris Schistad, we call him Penetrator Chris because he’s part of the Penetrator’s, they’re one of the Russ groups,” She explains, clearly perturbed by your still blank expression, “(Y/N)! They’re like, the coolest, hottest guys in school!”

“Okay! Okay! I believe you!” You tell her defensively as you put your hands up jokingly, “It’s a dumb name but I guess it fitting for a bunch of fuckboys.”

“They’re not just fuckboys! Some of them are really sweet!” Vilde protests as the rest of you laugh at her naivete.

“Well I’m down for a party,” You tell her with a grin, “Message me the details, it sounds fun,” You tell them as the bell rings, “I’ll see you guys later.”

You were walking up the stairs to get to your History class when you body collided with someone else.

“Shit, I am so sorry,” You apologize quickly as you reach out a hand to help up the guy who stumbled down to the ground.

“It’s okay,” He says with a chuckle as he gets to his feet, “I should have been paying attention,” He tells you as he finally looks up at you, “I’m Chris,” He says with a smirk.

“(Y/N), Nice to meet you, sorry for running you over,” You say, apologizing again.

“Don’t worry about it,” He says with a wink, “I”ll see you around,” He says before heading down the stairs, leaving you a bit dumbfounded.

“I totally plowed this hot guy down in the hallway on Wednesday,” You tell the girls while you all sit around Chris’ bedroom getting ready for the party and doing some pre-drinking.

“Really? Who?” Eva asks curiously, it seems like the girls are already hellbent on trying to set you up with someone.

“I think it was the Chris that’s throwing the party,” You tell her, “And you were totally right Vilde, he’s really attractive.”

“You can’t like him,” Vilde tells you bluntly.

“What? Why?” You ask as you turn to face her.

“He’s a player, he’s the reason Eva and her ex broke up,” Vilde states as if it’s obvious and you should have known already.

“Well, that’s not quite what happened-” Eva cuts in.

“I’m just saying, he’s already hooked up with Eva so he can’t hook up with any of us, it’s girl code,” Vilde replies with a shrug as she finishes up her mascara.

“I’m not sure that’s how it works,” Noora says with a bemused grin, “If you like him you can hook up with him (Y/N), it’s your body after all, but Vilde’s right about one thing, he’s a player, he never dates.”

“He’s incredibly sweet, so just be careful,” Eva tells you.

“Okay, okay,” You say defensively, “Now I know what to expect.”

“Hey, we’re not here to scare (Y/N) away from every boy at Nissen,” Chris cuts in, “Let’s party!”

When you walked up to the party it was already in full swing.

Chris greeted all of you at the door and let you all in as you held up the bottles of alcohol you’d brought. He winked at you as you walked past and opened his mouth to say something only for Vilde to push you through the doorway and into the party.

You were dancing with Eva in order to keep an eye on her since she was already pretty out of it, but Noora came along and relieved you of your duties when you went to get another drink.

“Hey,” You hear a voice greet you over the music as you’re grabbing yourself a beer. You turn around to see Chris and grin at him.

“Hi, great party,” You tell him, trying to raise your voice enough to be heard over the music as you open the beer and take a sip.

“I had no idea that you were friends with Eva and that group,” Chris comments.

“Yeah, I just moved and they’ve taken me in,” You tell him, “You know, they’ve told me that you’re bad news,” You add as you raise your eyebrows at him, curious as to what his response will be

“Oh yeah, and what do you think,” He asks as he leans against the counter next to you.

“I think I’ll decide that for myself, but so far I don’t think I’ve seen any red flags,” You say before pausing as you think of one, “Other than the fact that you drink shitty beer,” You add as you set down your drink.

“Well if I promised you there wouldn’t be any shitty beer would you want to get dinner sometime and figure out if I’m a fuckboy or not?” He asks bluntly.

You grin at him, “I think that’s a great idea,” You tell him, “You better not mess this up Schistad,”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

#skam #skam imagines #skam imagine #skam fanfic #skam fanfiction #skam reader insert #skam x reader #p chris #penetrator chris #skam chris #penetrator chris x reader #penetrator chris imagine #chris schistad #chris schistad x reader #chris schistad imagine #chris schistad fanfic

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riverdalee · 8 years ago

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The One With The White Lie

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader x William Magnusson

Summary: With William secretly crushing on Noora while he’s dating you, Chris see’s an opportunity to have you to himself... even if it means lying to you.

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! (and lowkey need friends!!!)

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

“Find it,” William says in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, “I’m looking, okay?” I mumble, down on my knees, looking under the bed.

He kicks the leg of it and I scramble away, “What the hell, William?!”

He crouches down beside me, burying his face in his hands, “Sorry, I’m just –“ he shakes his head, “Why did you take it y/n?”

“I didn’t know it was Chris’ stuff,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes, “I thought it was yours and I was cleaning up so I thought I’d put it somewhere safe, I guess,” I shrug, looking around the room.

While I’d been tidying William’s room, I’d found his drug stash. I was vacuuming and put it somewhere and I couldn’t remember where. Only problem as that it wasn’t William’s and it was worth a lot of money.

Still, I knew there was something else behind William’s behaviour. He wasn’t the type to get angry over something so trivial but lately he’s been using any excuse to stay pissed at me.

“I’ll find them, William,” I reassure him, standing up, “But it’s 1am.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should sleep at your place tonight,” he says offhandedly, looking out the window.

“Okay,” I sigh, “I didn’t bring my car though. I can’t exactly take the bus.”

He lies down on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll tell Chris to give you a ride on his way to Eva’s pregame.”

I scoff but he pretends not to hear me, turning on his side so his back is facing me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head downstairs. The sound of Chris revving his engine outside is the only thing that keeps me from barging back upstairs and smacking William with a pillow – or something more painful.

“This is the third time this week I’ve had to pick you up,” Chris says as I climb in. I lean back against the head rest, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“It’s not you who should be sorry,” he says, looking at the front door of William’s place, “If he’s going to kick his girlfriend out he should have the decency to drive her home.”

I shrug, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Judging by how William reacted, Chris wouldn’t be too happy to hear about his drugs.

“No, I am sorry, Chris,” I turn to face him, “I – I misplaced your drugs,” I choke, beginning to cry. Within a few seconds I was sobbing into my hands, “I thought they were William’s and I put them somewhere. I looked everywhere but I can’t find them. I’m so sorry!”

Chris stares at me with furrowed brows, pulling me against his chest as he strokes my hair, “Don’t be sorry, y/n – it’s – they’re just drugs. They don’t even matter,” he pulls away from me, cupping my face in his hands, “Is that why he kicked you out?”

“He said it was worth a lot of money,” I sob, “I’ll – I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “It’s not important. Is that why he kicked you out?” he asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been weird – I – I don’t know what I did,” I stutter. Chris sighs, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s not you,” he mumbles bitterly.

Monday was a shit show. At least on weekends I could avoid William without if being a big deal but at school, everyone noticed.

And the minute it looked like we were over, girls would throw themselves at him.

The minute William walked past me without so much as a ‘hello’, whispers spread around like wildfire, as well as rumours.

I never gave much attention to rumours, but there was one I couldn’t help but listen to since it was coming from the Penetrators.

“I’m telling you y/n, he’s hooking up with Noora. That’s why he’s trying to get rid of you, “ one of them says to me, scoffing.

“That’s enough,” Chris spits, standing between us, “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being assholes,” Chris says, leading me away by the arm.

He pulls me inside an empty classroom and I lean against the window sill, looking out at the courtyard.

“Hey,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “You okay?”

“Is it true? About Noora?”

Chris’ silence makes my heart leap out of my chest, “Chris?”

“No,” he sighs, “Not exactly.”

“W-what does that mean?”

Chris cups his hands behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling and blowing air forcefully through his lips, “He likes her.”

“Likes her?”

I feel my throat tighten and swallow hard, “Like –likes her?”

Chris nods, looking at me sympathetically.

“Are they screwing?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

Chris nods once, staring at me, “You deserve better,” he says softly, resting his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, “So much better.”

“Chris…”

Even though I shake my head, something inside me wanted to kiss Chris, not just to get back at William. He’d always been there for me, as a friend – as more. And especially lately, with William’s crappy behaviour. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten through it if not for him. Still, I press a hand to his chest.

But he doesn’t care. He kisses me, pinning me against the wall.

I so badly wanted to kiss him back, but I knew I had to end things with William, if he didn’t end them with me first.

“Chris,” I say, pulling away, “I can’t do that to William.”

“Who cares,” Chris growls, “What about what he’s doing to you?!”

“And what exactly is that?!” a voice comes from across the room.

I look over Chris’ shoulder and realize William is standing there, with quite a few people watching over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I mumble, already rushing to stand between them. William barges over and I push him back by his chest.

“Did you really just fucking kiss my girlfriend you fucker?!” William yells. I struggle to keep him away from Chris – not that Chris was backing away.

“Who cares?” Chris spits, “It’s not like you’re kissing her; someone might as well!”

“Fuck you!” William shouts.

“William,” I yell, practically dragging him towards the door. People only move out of the way when I start shoving them.

Once we’re in the carpark, he pulls his hand out of mine.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grunts, slamming his hand against a car, “Kissing you when you’re pushing him away – what the fuck was he thinking?!”

“William,” I try to interrupt, but he’s too angry – enraged.

“William,” I repeat, turning him to face me, “Why do you care? You were going to dump me anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns, moving hair out of his face.

I slump, leaning against one of the cars, “You and Noora.”

Suddenly he stands still and looks me in the eyes, for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“Was it Chris that told you?” he asks, lowly.

“No, I heard the Penetrators talking about it. Chris just confirmed that you were sleeping together because I was totally freaking out.”

“S-sleeping together?!” he exclaims, “We – we haven’t even held hands!”

“What?” I frown, “So you two didn’t-“

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he shakes his head vigorously, pausing to take a deep breath, “But I do like her. A lot. Which is why I’ve been such an asshole. I felt really guilty about it and you were always by my side, being perfect-“ he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “And I didn’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh. It wasn’t, but I was tired of fighting with him.

“It’s not,” he says, taking my hands in his, “I’ve been such an asshole. I should’ve just told you how I felt,” he traces a finger down my cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Even after how I treated you last night, you’re standing here, not punching me in the face,” he chuckles, “Just listening to me – because you’re amazing.”

We stand in silence, listening to each others breathing. I’d always been so afraid of breaking up with William. Of letting his hand go. But I do it.

He looks down at it, tracing his thumb over his fingers, “So I guess this is it, we’re breaking up?”

“It’s probably for the best,” I say, “If you’d been an asshole to me any longer, we wouldn’t have been able to recover and stay friends.”

“So, you’ll still be my friend?” he asks. I rest a hand on his cheek, “Of course… with time.”

“And what about Chris? Are you still going to be his friend?” he asks, “I don’t know why he lied to you about Noora and I. Or why he kissed you. I never thought he’d do that to me,” William says, his jaw clenched.

He relaxes a little, his eyes focused on me, “Maybe he’s just crazy in love with you like I was. Remember how many fights I got into over you? Remember how you punched me in the face when I kissed you without asking?”

I nod, laughing.

“But you didn’t punch Chris,” he says sceptically, tugging a strand of my hair and winding it around his finger, “Which means…”

“Which means?” I raise a brow.

I already fucking knew what it meant, but something was very satisfying about watching William squirm to say it.

“You like him,” he deadpans. I shrug, “He is terribly good looking.”

“Try terrible, full stop,” William scoffs.

“That’s not very nice,” Chris says, approaching us.

“Asshole,” William leers, slamming his shoulder into Chris as he walks off.

“Neither is that,” Chris says, rubbing his shoulder and watching William storm off.

He turns to me, “So did you two… talk?”

I nod, “We broke up.”

He inhales sharply, trying to conceal a small smile.

“About before,” he says, “I shouldn’t have kissed you, not like that, when you didn’t want to.”

“I did want to,” I say, “Just not while I was still together with William.”

“You did… want to?” he raises a brow.

“I did,” I trail a finger down his chest, “But now…”

“But now?” he swallows hard.

“Now I don’t really want to be with someone who lies to me,” I say, quietly, looking into his eyes, “Why did you tell me they slept together?”

Chris sighs, letting his head hang, “I don’t know,” he slumps, “You were just there – looking all beautiful and sad. And I knew William was treating you like crap because he wanted to be with Noora but didn’t have the balls to end things with you – or because he loves you. And… I love you too and I saw a chance and took it.”

“You know that makes you an asshole, right?”

He nods and I hug him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You still like me though, right?” he asks, “You’ll still give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

He smirks, “You didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you.”

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crowleying · 5 years ago

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Dirty little secret | f! reader

Date: 10.04.2020

Pairing: Christoffer Schistad x Reader

Reader's pronouns: she/her

Words: 2.205

Fandom: SKAM

Characters: Reader, Christoffer Schistad, William Magnusson, Noora Amalie Sætre, Eva Kviig Mohn

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Angst and fluff

Requested by anon

Request: WOW you write for SKAM! 😭 could you write something like: Reader and Chris are dating but she wants to keep it secret because of his reputation and he's annoyed so they fight, he flirts with girls to piss her off, they're on and off, very good or terrible, constantly and then he leaves for army and they solve nothing so when he comes for break they want to reconcile and fix everything. With prompts: 142, 160, 167, 178. Thanks! ❤

Prompts: 142. “I’m lost without you.”

160. “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

167. “Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

178. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

Summary: You don’t want to tell anyone that you are in a relationship with Chris. This annoys him and you’re always fighting about it.

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long but I’m happy I was finally able to write it. I wrote it in one go, which is very unusual for me but I really needed it because all I’m doing this days is studying. So thank you for the request!

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what do you think about it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: a black and white gif. Chris Schistad, with a Penetrators hoodie and his backpack on his shoulder, walking by Eva and looking at her. She is giving us the back, she has her backpack on and she turns to look at him. End ID.]

You were leaning against the wall enclosing the school while waiting for your friends and you couldn’t take your eyes off your boyfriend who was talking with the other Penetrators across the courtyard. He flashed you some of his charming smiles from time to time and you couldn’t avoid smiling back and blushing. You were so caught up in your interaction that you didn’t notice your best friend.

“You’re staring” she pointed out almost as a greeting.

“Hello to you” you shot back smiling at her.

“You know, I don’t understand why you want to keep it secret, it’s not like anyone could really miss you smiling to each other all the times with heart-shaped eyes” Noora commented.

You shook your head. “I’ve told you already. Chris has an awful reputation and you more than anyone else should understand” you replied giving her a knowing look.

“Should I?” she asked smiling and waving at William, her boyfriend and Chris’ best friend.

Your eyebrows shot up and she couldn’t ignore your gaze anymore. “What? I’m past that, now everyone knows we are together and we are happy” she said while you caught sight of William and Chris leaving their friends and making their way towards the two of you.

“Hey” William said before taking Noora by the hips and kissing her while Chris shot a look that screamed ‘we could be that happy’. You averted your gaze and cleared your voice. They both got the hint and parted but didn’t let each other go.

“Isn’t it a wonderful day to let the world know of your relationship so that you too can kiss each other without bothering us every time we do so?” William asked you with a cheeky smile. That earned him a glare from you.

Noora and William, being respectively your and Chris’ best friends were the only two to know about your relationship but you were regretting letting them know since they both pushed you to let everyone know. You suspected Chris was behind all of this.

Before you could say anything you were joined by your other friends who were completely oblivious of the whole situation.

“Just think about it” he said briefly before kissing Noora on the lips.

“Let’s go Chris, bye girls.”

You didn’t miss the wink Chris sent Eva’s way and she didn’t either. As soon as the two weren’t in earshot, she let out a cry. “Oh my God, he winked at me!”

You were fuming and Noora shot you a glance. You didn’t react but for the rest of the day you said two words at most and that dark look didn’t leave you. It grew even worse as Chris seemed to be flirting with every girl that passed by and especially with Eva. You didn’t know if you hated him more because he was hurting you or because he was leading her on when she actually liked him.

It went on for the whole week and you just couldn’t take it anymore so you decided you wouldn’t go to the party one of his friends would host on Saturday. You couldn’t watch him flirting with every single girl in the house for the whole night.

No matter how many times Noora tried to convince you to go, you were even more stubborn than she was.

When you heard the bell ringing at ten you thought it was her, both your parents and your brother had the keys so it couldn’t be them. Annoyed you stopped the film you were watching and got up from the bed.

“Noora, I’m not coming to that stupid party” you shouted while reaching the door but when you opened it you found Chris instead.

“What are you doing here? My parents could be at home!”

“Noora told me they went out.”

You cursed her.

“Are you already tired of Eva?” you asked rolling your eyes but leaving the door open for him to come in while you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle.

He entered and closed the door behind, following you inside.

“You know it’s not-” he started only to be interrupted by you.

“I know and it pisses me off because she really likes you and you’re playing with her feelings, just like you’re doing with mine, like you do with everyone’s” you lashed out turning to look at him.

He raised his hands surrendering.

“I know I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry” he said calmly.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry? How many times have I heard it before?” you asked rhetorically turning to put the water in the kettle and putting it on the cooker.

“It’s just- I was angry, ok? I was angry because you want to keep me as your dirty little secret so that your good girl reputation isn’t stained by mine.”

“That’s not why. You know why and it’s not like you ever try to prove me wrong, is it?” you retorted facing him, your tone now calmer.

He pressed his lips together and inspired. You were right and there was no denying it. “Fine, you’re right. I’m sorry and I’ll try to prove you that I really am changed” he said taking a couple of steps towards you. You relaxed accepting it. You would have to do with it for the time being even though you knew it wouldn’t last long.

You nodded and he hugged you.

It was always like this between the two of you. It had begun almost one year ago. You asked him to keep it secret for a while and he accepted if you let him tell it to William. You agreed but after sometime he eventually became tired of the situation and started pushing you to let everyone know. When you refused he started flirting with everyone he laid his eyes on just to piss you off. That time you almost broke up but then he pleaded you not to and you decided to give him another chance and for some time everything was great but then it happened again and again and again. You had become so used to it by now that you were always ready. You didn’t know how it could still be working between the two of you but somehow it did.

The next couple of weeks were great, you spent almost every day together when you weren’t at school, he didn’t seem to have eyes for anyone but you, he had completely forgot about Eva.

She didn’t understand what had happened to make him change so suddenly and she was talking about it with the girls for the umpteenth time. You weren’t really listening.

“I need to go to the toilet” you stated getting up from your spot on the windowsill. They barely nodded before bringing their attention back to Eva.

You were tired of listening to her talking about your boyfriend. You were so lost in your thought about him that you didn’t notice a door on you left flying open before someone pulled you in and closed the door. You were ready to fight but you recognized Chris and give him a small push on the chest.

“What are you doing?” you whispered hardly keeping from smiling.

“I missed you” he said pulling you in a heated kiss you couldn’t resist. Your arms went around his neck without you even noticing.

He pushed you against a desk. You sat on it and he made his way between your legs and started kissing your neck. You knew very well where he wanted to go but you put a hand against his chest and pushed.

“Chris, we can’t, we are at school” you reminded him biting your lower lip trying not to smile.

“I don’t care” he muttered against your skin.

“I know but I do” you said giggling. He pulled back. “I know you do, you always do” he replied bitterly and you knew you were back to fighting.

“Chris, please” you whispered tiredly. You didn’t want to fight but he apparently did. “No Y/N, I am the one pleading you. We have been together for almost a year and you still don’t want people to know” he pointed out.

“Because you haven’t changed as you always promise me to” you retorted hopping off the desk.

“I have changed; I’ve been only with you this whole time, why can’t you see it? Why don’t you understand that since you’ve shown me what love can feel like I don’t care for anyone else?” he asked, a pained look on his beautiful face. The bell rang.

“Because you keep flirting with everyone” you replied shaking your head and feeling the tears coming to your eyes. Without giving him the time to reply you left, not wanting to cry in front of him.

After that you didn’t see each other for weeks. He had exams and you kept to yourself; even Noora didn’t see you all that much, you didn’t really feel like staying with the girls.

As hard as you tried, however, you couldn’t ditch that damn party at William’s to celebrate the end of the school. You knew there would be no avoiding Chris there. As soon as you walked in you spotted him but you were able to go unseen for a whole hour before he found you in the kitchen grabbing the third beer of the night.

“We need to talk” he said right away.

You hesitated.

“Please” he insisted and he seemed almost desperate. You nodded and left the unopened bottle on the counter following him out of the flat and then the palace.

You stopped only once you were in the street and waited for him to talk.

“I... I’m sorry for saying it now that we’re not even speaking but I didn’t want to leave without telling you” he began and a shiver went down your back. You didn’t know it was for the chilly air or if was for his words.

“Leave? What do you mean? Where are you going?” you asked bringing you arms around yourself to fend the cold off. You hadn’t thought of taking your jacket with you.

He took his off and put it on your shoulders.

“I decided to join the army” he said and the world around you started spinning incredibly fast.

You felt the words getting stuck in your throat and tears came to your eyes instead.

“Why?” you finally managed to whisper.

“I want to get my head together and take my time to decide what to do afterwards” he said getting closer to you and putting his hands on your arms.

“It is not your fault” he added guessing your thoughts. Your tears started flowing and he hugged you.

“When are you leaving?” you whispered.

“In two days.”

“Two days?” you asked faintly.

“I’m sorry” he whispered squeezing you to his chest.

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay” you pleaded him. You knew it wouldn’t change anything but you needed to hear that from him.

“It’s going to be ok, I promise” he said and you nodded.

He pulled apart and looked at you. “Please don’t cry” he said drying your tears delicately with his thumbs.

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now. I will need to think of your wonderful smile when I will be away and missing you.”

You tried to do your best but only managed to smile weakly. He smiled back and pulled you back in the hug.

Months had gone by and you still missed him as much as you did the first day. You didn’t know how it was possible. Before he left you both decided it would be better not staying in contact but you regretted it now. Not knowing how he was doing was killing you; the only news being those William passed you through Noora. It was her who told you he was back. She barely had the time to finish the sentence before you ended the call and put your jacket on leaving the house without bothering telling anyone where you were going.

You ran all the way there and when you finally got to the door you were spent. Still out of breath you rang the bell. You didn’t need to wait too long for the door to open showing an extremely surprised Chris.

“How...?” he began but he was interrupted by William. “Oh, wow, that was quick” he commented seeing you. “I’ll leave you two alone” he said winking at you.

“Thanks” you whispered, a small smile on your lips.

“We’ll see soon, yeah?” he asked Chris who nodded, still a little bit confused.

William left and you followed Chris inside.

Chris closed the door and as soon as he turned you hugged him.

“Please don’t leave ever again, I’ll tell the world that we are together, I’ll put banners around the city if I can get you to stay” you blurted out making him laugh. He hugged you back.

“So we are back together?” he asked and you nodded without hesitation. “I’m lost without you” you admitted.

“Oh God, I love you and I’m not leaving again” he said looking you in the eyes before kissing you deeply.

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justmeinfact · 6 years ago

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So, I’ve done a bit of a cosmetic update on my fic “Tell me, have you ever wanted someone so much it hurts”.

The content of the story is the same, but the text has minor updates and the graphics are changed - new pictures for text messaging between Axel and Maxence and inserted links and pictures next to the Skam France episodes as they are described in the chapters of the fic.

Please check it out! It’s a great time to start reading my fic if you haven’t already and for those of you who have - take another look, starting from the beginning!

Thank you for reading!

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This is the story of Axel and Maxence, about how they met and about the development of their beautiful connection both on screen as Lucas and Eliott and off screen as friends.

In my universe they won't be able to keep their hands off each other, but more important than that is the story of finding yourself and through that true love.

You will for sure recognize fun facts about Skam France season 3 from the cast’s interviews, Instagram updates, Twitter, Skam France projections and the convention!

I’m sincerely interested in who my readers are, so at any time write me a comment letting me know where you are from, if you’re a man or a woman, how you found my fic, why you are reading it and/or what you think of it.

#skam france #maxel

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scripts4dreamers · 6 years ago

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Requests are open again!

Hey everyone! It’s been a hot minute since I last posted my own work 😅 (sorry about that) but I watched Fantastic Beasts Crimes of Grindelwald recently and all of a sudden I’m inspired to write again!

That said, I’ll be opening requests for:

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

The 100

Chronicles of Narnia

Skam

Riverdale

So, if you want something done, either a ship, an aesthetic, a reader insert or a good old fanfic, hit me up!

#jordsie #jordsie writes #the 100 #the 100 cw #fbtcog #fbawtft #riverdale #chronicles of narnia #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts the crimes of grindelwald #harry potter

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imyourliquor-youremypoison · 8 years ago

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Hot Blood and Cloudy Minds (Skam - Chris x OC)

Requested by anon like a million years ago (i'm sorry)

Synopsis : Chris' attention seems to have drifted from Eva to another girl and nobody knows what the hell is going on exactly, but they sure are about to find out. Nothing like a party and a bit of alcohol in the blood to make tempers flare.

Word count: 5.5k

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A/N: I made this a Chris x OC, not a reader insert. Ajna is pronounced aye-nah

Ajna nudged Noora in the ribs as discreetly as she could while the blonde was holding a red cup filled to the brim with some tequila based drink according to the smell. Some of it spilled over nonetheless but at least Noora's attention was on her. She had been laughing at something Ludvik said and didn't catch Ajna's insistent stares for the last five minutes.

“Ajna! Look what you made me do!” She exclaimed, holding the drink away from her shirt. “What is it you want to tell me?”

She was shaking her hand to get rid of the spilled tequila.

“Did you tell anything to your friends?” Ajna asked softly, leaning against Noora.

The music was loud, there was no need for whispering but being stared at for most of the party made her feel a little paranoid. The annoyed eye roll she earned was an answer in itself.

“Are we talking about this again? I told you, Ajna-,” Noora said, putting her clean hand on her arm. Ajna pouted and gave her doe eyes. “-I'm not telling anyone as long as you want to keep this on the down low. Even if I don't understand why.”

Ajna looked down and crossed her arms on her chest, resting her beer inside her left elbow. She was aware of acting a little on edge sometimes and that her friends must be fed up with her constant vigilance.

“Why do you ask?” Noora's tone became worried when her friend didn't answer.

“It's Eva, she's been glaring holes through my head for over a week now, I don't know why, and it's starting to get to me,” she admitted. Noora immediately searched for Eva in the crowd but Ajna yanked her back towards her. “Don't look at her, she'll know we're talking about her!”

“I'll go talk to her later,” Noora promised. “I'm sure it's nothing.”

Just then Ajna felt an arm drape over her shoulders and she shut her mouth. She will have to settle for Noora's reassuring gaze for now.

“Why so serious?” Chris chuckled in Ajna's ear, pulling her to his side as he uttered the words to her ear. It tickled her, made her laugh – Chris took this as a sign to continue. Pushing aside her hair he leaned in and nuzzled her slightly, giving a quick bite to her ear lob.

“Chris,” Ajna said, using her scolding tone. He knew that voice and stopped his shenanigans.

“We're at a party Ajna!” He protested. “No one's looking, and those who are won't remember a thing in the morning. Get that broomstick outta your ass.”

“Hey, it's not me who wants to keep this- this whatever under the radar,” Ajna argued, poking Chris' chest with a little grin on her face. “You could at least act like you give a fuck.”

“I give many fucks,” Chris replied, looking almost insulted that Ajna would suggest he didn't care about their 'whatever'. His words seemed to sooth Ajna's worries but her smile dropped the second he said, “I so wanna kiss you right now.”

A number of arguments against him doing so popped in Ajna's mind but the truth was that she also wanted to kiss him senseless, and when she opened her mouth to tell him to behave and stop his teasing, no words came out. Her brain shut down the second her eyes glanced at his lips. Damn it, they were at a party, Chris was known for making out with girls at parties, nobody would think anything of it.

To Chris' utmost amazement and pleasure, Ajna's hand shot up to grab his neck and pull him down. Surprise made him part his lips and not even a second later they crashed against Ajna's for the kiss of a lifetime. Ajan's back hit the wall behind her and Chris' body pushed up against hers, trapping her in a kiss she had no intention of escaping from. Her arms found their rightful place around his neck. The whole duration of their seemingly never ending embrace, everything around them was blocked out, reduced to some insignificant background noise.

Except the second Ajna's eyes opened, she was once again met with Eva's unfriendly glare from across the room.

“Shit!” She cured under her breath, pushing Chris away from her and keeping him at arms' length.

“What? Is something wrong?” He asked, the usual boyish grin on his face quickly replaced by worry. His hand shot up to her face but she pushed it again.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Ajna swore out loud this time. “Can't you feel it?”

“Feel what?” Worry was now clear on Chris' face, his eyes scanning Ajna's entire body as if he was looking for some injury.

“Her Chris! Eva trying to pin to me that wall by sheer will!” She was growing angrier every time she caught her looking her way with this scornful expression on her face. “I didn't even do anything to her, I barely know her. Noora introduced me to the girls once but that's it!”

“Eva?” Chris was frowning now. “You say she's been doing this for how long?” His tone turned serious and it did nothing to help Ajna relax. In fact, it raised a big red flag in her head.

“A couple weeks, why? Is there something you haven't told me?”

“Listen-” Chris began and Ajna knew with this one word that she wasn't going to like what would come out of his mouth next. She knew this 'listen', she has heard it before, it was the 'listen' that was unfailingly followed by bad news. “-I didn't want to upset you, but...”

“...but?” Ajna encouraged him. “But you knew something was off with Eva and you kept it to yourself?”

“You didn't say anything either!” He argued and although he had a point, she wasn't willing to admit it. “This is not the right place to argue. We'll talk about it later.”

“Fuck you!”

Ajna hit Chris' chest to push him off of her and walked away to get something else to drink, clearly beer wasn't doing it. If she wanted a chance to live through this party with Chris hiding stuff from her and Eva acting like there was a target on her back, Ajna would need something much stronger.

“Ajna!” He called after her but she didn't turn around.

She needed a second to settle down and breathe, away from the Penetrators' dirty jokes and Chris' attention. As much as she loved being the only girl Chris looked at, she was not okay with him patronizing her and acting like everything he did is to protect her and keep her from getting upset. Because that definitely made her upset. He needed to stop pretending he knows better.

There was protective Chris, who worried about his girl's well-being and wanted to make sure she was alright, and then there was overbearing Chris who became defensive and closed in on himself whenever things got out of hand. When he was face with the realization that he couldn't control ow other people acted around them – other boys lurking around Ajna, other girls hitting on him any chance they got.

He needed to fucking man up and ask her out then maybe he won't have to worry about other guys hitting on her, and she won't have to deal with angry, jealous stares from all the girls at Nissen, from 97' to 95'.

“Hey!” Ajna jumped in surprise, nearly dropping her red cup hen someone put on hand on her shoulder without warning. “Sorry, did I scare you?” Noora asked.

“'s okay,” she reassured her friend. “I was just thinking...”

“Listen-” she started and for the second time in under fifteen minutes, Ajna cursed that damn word that never announced anything good. “-I talked to Eva to find out what was bothering her.”

“Hit me with it!” Ajna sighed, rubbing her eyes with her thumbs before remembering she was wearing makeup. Noora cringed slightly, obviously not happy to be the bearer of bad news.

“I think she's after Chris,” she admitted.

“You think?”

“Well, she didn't say anything directly, but I know her enough to read between the lines. She's not angry at you or anything, she didn't even realize she was glaring at you until I mentioned it.”

“Great, so I didn't do anything but I'm on the wrong end of her death glare and she's after my boyfriend!” Ajna exploded, letting her anger speak for her.

“Boyfriend?”Noora repeated with a little grin that said she saw it coming.

“Don't smile like that, he didn't ask or anything, my tongue slipped.” She rolled her eyes. “We'll graduate before he grows a pair.”

“Why don't you ask him? Chris, do you want to be my boyfriend?” She tried to mimic her voice.

“Oh c'mon, where's the fun in that? And you're missing the point, Noora,” Ajna told her, looping her hand around her friend's arm and leading her away from the bar. “Chris is a fuckboy, he's fucked over many girls before, and my way of making sure he's not fucking me over is to have him ask me out and not the other way around. If he likes me enough to put aside his whorish ways, then we'll talk.”

“You guys have the weirdest relationship,” Noora said. “You have been together for months, Ajna!”

“You don't need to remind me, I remember clearly the last few months of sneaking around and not telling anyone about us.”

“You act like he makes you wait on purpose but I honestly don't think he has any idea what he's doing. Ever thought that maybe you were the first person he wanted to be serious with? You should have seen the way William acted when he was chasing after me, boys are stupid when they are in love.”

Ajna raised an eyebrow and glanced at Noora, sending her a disbelieving look. She was merely trying to help but what she said was simple extrapolation. As much as Eva having her eyes set on Chris was a valid theory, saying that Chris Schistad of all people was in love with Ajna and desperately trying to find the right way to ask her out without screwing up, that was too far-fetched for her to believe.

“Are you drunk Noora? Do you hear yourself? This is Chris we're talking about!”

“I know,” she cooed softly and brought her arm around Ajna's shoulders. “But think about it, he's different with you. It has to mean something.”

“It does. It means he finally found a girl dumb enough to engage in a relationship based on hooking up and ordering pizza at ungodly hours every other day, without asking to make things official.”

“You're too negative but it's alright, I have enough positivity in me for two,” Noora said, obviously thinking Ajna just threw her some challenge. “You need to have faith in your relationship, otherwise who else will?”

“Chris is not easy to follow sometimes, believe me I do my best to maintain whatever's between us afloat. So many girls throw themselves at him as soon as I have my back turned, it's tiring.”

“Yet another reason to put your relationship out there, it'll draw a line. But- you do trust him, right?”

“Of course I trust him, that's not the issue. I think he doesn't trust me. He's always angry when a boy other than one of the Penetrators' talks to me, and he keeps things from me because he thinks I'll throw a tantrum or whatever.”

“What did you do earlier?” Noora asked with an eyebrow raised.

“You saw?” Ajna groaned. “I only walked away, I didn't throw a fit.”

“Everyone saw,” Noora laughed. “But it's okay, we couldn't hear you. What was that about?”

“I told him about Eva giving me the death glare and he reacted like it didn't surprise him at all, apparently something's been going on behind my back and he didn't feel the need to share it with me,” Ajna explained. “How the hell am I supposed to react? Just give him a free pass because he 'didn't want you to get upset'?” She tried to imitated Chris' voice for the last part, causing Noora to smile fondly.

“I get it, but I still think you should go to him, find out what happened and talk it out.” She patted her back. “I'm going to see the girls now, I'll leave you to your task.”

“My task,” Ajna huffed. “Can I get a drink first?”

“No, a sober mind is what you need. No go ahead.”

“Oh, well, look who's there,” Ajna mumbled to herself the second Noora disappeared in the dancing crowd, and she turned around to go back to Chris.

Eva was standing right next to him, giggling lord knows why. Chris leaned towards William and whispered something, making a cringy face. From where she stood Ajna could only imagine what the conversation was about, but she saw William nod and look around as if looking for someone in particular, his eyes eventually landing on her.

He gestured her to come over and Ajna felt the need to point at herself, silently asking if he was talking to her. William rolled his eyes and gestured again, setting her in motion at last. Her resolution to stay sober, talk to Chris, and forget about Eva like Noora advised her to was already faltering. Eva was laughing loud enough to be heard over the music, and Chris' eyes roamed around the room in order to avoid her eyes. When Ajna reached the small group, William kindly offered her a cigarette. Thinking that it might help her keep her hands away from the alcohol, Ajna accepted. They had opened the window behind them now, because of the smoke.

No sooner was the cigarette between her lips that Chris pulled her to him and held up a lighter for her.

“Thanks,” Ajna mumbled, relieved that he seemed glad to see her, though still irritated at having Eva jump on the first occasion to hit on Chris. Couldn't Ajna take her eyes off of him without having a flock of horny ladies gathering around him? Was it even worth it?

“You okay babe?” Chris asked her, looking just worried and sorry enough to wipe away Ajna's doubts. It was like he could read right through her, there was no keeping her emotions to herself with Chris, she was an open book to him.

She wanted to tell him that she was not okay at all, that she was in fact furious and that this party sucked, that she wanted to go home and fuck him into oblivion, hopefully reminding him that he belonged to her and no one else. But he smiled at her, and the party wasn't that terrible, their friends were here and the music was fine.

“I'm good,” she told him, not sure if he would buy it. He raised an eyebrow. “It's nothing to worry about,” she assured him, easing his concern a little bit.

“You guys are soooo adorable,” a voice cut in their little aparte, cooing in an exaggerate manner.

Eva still stood on the other side of Chris, a bottle in hand. Ajna did not see what it was but it sure wasn't beer. Eva was famous for finishing every party on the floor of a bathroom, piss drunk. She never saw it happen first hand and did not want to.

“I get why you hook up, two attractive persons like you-” she kept on rambling incoherently. “-makes sense!”

“Eva, why don't you go back to your friends, they'll get you a glass of water,” Chris tried to push her away but she lacked balance after a few drinks and she obviously had no problem with snuggling Chris' side even though he had his arm around another girl.

“Water? That's my water!” She raised her half empty bottle, showing them her prize. It was red wine. “Do you want some?” She asked, leaning further in.

“You should really sit down,” Ajna told her, finally speaking up.

She never understood the girls who stood idly by while someone tried to hit on their boyfriends but now she got it – it was anger. Utter indignation that made her entire body tense up and her jaw clench so tight she couldn't speak. It was fear of saying something harsh that she would regret later. She had to force herself to take a deep breath before speaking. Eva was drunk, she would never act like that under normal circumstances.

“You're drunk,” she told her.

“I'm not,” Eva protested. “Chris, tell her! We're just having a good time. Booo! Party pooper,” she kept on leaning against Chris, making him stumbled back a few steps and let go of Ajna.

They drew the attention of the people next to them who stopped their conversation, probably hoping for a scene to happen, something that would spice up the party.

“Eva! Eva, stop!” Chris told her to no avail. As much as he tried to detached her from his side she would not budge, sticking to him like glue. “Ajna, look-”

But Ajna shook her head. She wasn't in the mood to listen to excuses, she wanted to see results. It might not be fair to him but she wanted him to try harder. It was one thing that Chris wanted to keep their relationship secret outside of their closed circle, but letting Eva openly hit on him like this, that was a little too much to ask of her.

“Ajna,” Eva called her name. “That's your name! I forgot, stupid me!” She hit her forehead with her palm and turned to Chris. “Are you an item? I know you fuck each other, I can see it,” Eva laughed to herself, giggling as if she had just cracked the funniest joke of all time. Instead of laughing, the people who heard her flinched and tensed up. Ajna could feel Chris' stare on her, and William's hand behind her back, showing her he was ready to walk her out if she wanted to.

“Ajna,” Chris called her again, her eyes meeting his.

“Why do you care so much? It's none of your business,” Ajna snapped at Eva before remembering she vowed to be nice – sort of – because she was Noora's friend and did not do anything to her apart from still pining after Chris. Which Ajna could not blame her for. Except she wanted to. Damn it.

“Listen girls, we should talk about this somewhere else, let's not start drama he-”

“Girls are always drama, that's what you told me!” Eva cut him off. “You know when you invited me to the Penetrators' parties to hook up with me.”

There it was. Ajna's vision became blurry and William moved his hand to her shoulder and squeezed it. She threw her cigarette out of the window.

“What are you trying to do Eva?” Chris asked her, visibly annoyed now that she brought up their past little fling in front of his current girlfriend who is not officially his girlfriend but who he considers like his girlfriend anyway. “If this little act is meant to cause trouble between Ajna and I you can go!”

“Don't be so sensitive, I'm only telling-” she stopped for a second, looked like she was about to throw up but then continued “-I'm telling the truth, 'is all.”

“Well I already know everything that's to know about your brief fuck buddy relationship with Chris, there's nothing else to say,” Ajna told her more calmly. “Now you need to step back and go sober up, you're making a scene, everybody's staring at you.”

“I don't care,” she replied. “So bratty...” She commented on Ajna's personality, mumbling it to Chris as if he would agree with her. He let her lean against him because he highly doubted that Eva could stand by herself at this point, but raised his hands to show Ajna that he was not touching her.

“I'm not doing this,” she mouthed to Chris and he replied with a quiet “What do you want me to do?”

That's when Ajna grabbed Eva by the arm and yanked her away from Chris.

“Hey! Don't touch me! It's your fault if you're dating the biggest man whore in the entire school, can't blame me for giving it a try,” she giggled despite the harshness of her words. “Keep hoping but he'll never give you what you want! You're just another easy girl he beds, maybe a bit more frequently than the others but you're not better than me!” Eva began to raise her voice, pointing her finger at Ajna who stepped back to avoid her sticky finger. “He'll ditch you for the first pretty girl he sees, like he did to me!”

“I'm out of here,” she told him, hands raised to keep him at a distance.

“I know better now, I know he wants to hook up with no strings attached. What do you say pretty boy, you still know the way to my house, right?”

It was Ajna's turn to want to throw up. Luckily for her William took it as his cue to lead her away from a drunk and horny Eva, leaving Chris to deal with his ex friend with benefits on his own.

“Don't pay attention, it gets messy when she's had one too many drinks,” William told her to make her feel better.

He wasn't very good at this but at least he tried, which was more than Chris did tonight. Was it that difficult to tell a girl he wasn't interested? That he was taken? Couldn't he push her away once and for all? How did he think Ajna felt about this? Like fucking shit, that's how.

Anja could understand that he tried to be cordial and avoid drawing in too much unwanted attention to their little trio, but at some point he had to realize being nice wasn't going to work. Eva was looking for trouble, and maybe the alcohol helped tonight but she had been leaning dangerously close to making a move during the past weeks, when she stared holes in Ajna's head.

“Stay calm, Ajna,” William told her, cigarette tucked between his lips. He took her to the back of the house, by the kitchen door to get some fresh air away from the music and the people. “She won't even remember this tomorrow.”

“Doesn't make me feel better,” Ajna grumbled, taking a drag of her own cigarette. A vice Chris did not share, though he learned to always carry a lighter around. “If Chris doesn't deal with her, I'm afraid I'll have to do it.”

“Wow, you're really mad,” William observed somewhat amused by the whole situation. “I get it, okay? Been there, done that. But Eva's a nice person, just give her time to get over him.”

“How much longer?” Ajna blew out the smoke. She was restless, almost hopping where she stood until William placed a heavy hand on her shoulder to make her still. “I'm patient, but I have limits. If it were the other way around Chris would have lost his cool already.”

“Yeah but Chris is a hot blooded idiot,” William laughed. “You're the one keeping him in check. I'm sure you can deal with Eva without having to go full dark no stars on her.”

“You speak like Noora, how much time have you been sending with her?” She teased him, earning a slightly embarrassed but fond smile. “Oh right, you're moving in with her.” He didn't answer to that; they stayed there and finished their cigarettes while Ajna's blood pressures went down. “I hate to be that person but I don't know how much longer I can stay here knowing that Chris is inside with Eva.”

“Don't you trust him?” William asked plainly, not even looking at her. He threw the cigarette out, watching it extinguish.

“Why is everybody asking me this?” Ajna wondered out loud. “I do. It's got nothing to do with trust. How is it a sign of mistrust that I get upset when another girl hits on my... friend?”

“Your friend, yeah,” William laughed. “No, you're right. You have every right to be upset.”

“And what? Aren't you going to give me some advice?” She snapped at him, but he didn't take offense, only smiled.

“You don't need it,” he assured her. “Go in there and get your man.”

Ajna bit the inside of her cheeks, pondering the pros and cons before realizing that there was only one pro: getting Chris back, and that it outweighed all the cons, like for example having the girl squad on her back for being mean to Eva or something similar. She groaned and lit down her cigarette in the ashtray, shooting lightning at William with her eyes.

“You suck at pep talks by the way,” she told him before leaving him behind and walking back inside the living room.

She walked passed Sana and Chris Berg laughing over two beers, then Isaac who was dancing with Even, until finally she reached the corner of the room where all the Penetrators drank together. The window was still open, but no one stood there anymore. Chris and Eva were gone.

As panic began to bubble up someone slammed a hand on Anja's shoulder, making her practically jump to the ceiling.

“Hey, it's me,” Chris told her before grabbing her arm. He led them to the couch, shooing away some of his friends to make room for you two to sit down. “Where have you been, I've been looking for you!”

“I was in the kitchen with William. He convinced me that murder wasn't the solution to our Eva problem,” Ajna replied coldly. “Speaking of, where is she? In a closet somewhere, putting her underwear back on?”

The look he gave her spoke volumes – he was not amused. He squinted his eyes and scoffed. Chris grabbed an unopened beer on the coffee table and took three long gulps before meeting Ajna's eyes again, still looking highly pissed.

“You accusing me of cheating?” His brows shot up and he gave her a point-blank look. Ajna couldn't look away if she tried.

“Cheating,” she repeated, chin up, defying him. “Wouldn't that require us to be together first?”

“Don't be like that!” Chris snapped this time, not tiptoeing around the issue. “I get it, you're mad at me, I'm a fuckboy who sleeps around and doesn't deserve you, I get it. But this is not on me, I didn't answer to Eva's flirting, you where there you saw it happen!”

“Don't be like that now, who said anything about you being a fuckboy? I never called you that! Even if you prove to be one sometimes,” she scowled and Chris huffed in contempt. “And this thing about not deserving me? Where the hell does it come from? This is all fucking bullshit!”

They were now full on arguing on the couch in the middle of a party. No one but the Penetrators could hear what it was about and they had the courtesy to look elsewhere and speak over them.

“Oh c'mon, you're the smart and pretty girl who likes bad boys, you know this won't last,” he said. He took another swing of his beer and didn't notice the look of hurt in Ajna's eyes. “You'll get tired of me.”

“What about you stop whining like a little bitch and let me decide what I want to do?” Ajna asked him with a slap to the back of his head. Chris protested and held his hand where she hit him. “The only thing I'm getting tired of it you behaving like an ass when we're in public.”

“What are you talking about?” His angry tone now turned distraught. Helpless. What has he done wrong? He thought he had it all good, all figured out. He thought Ajna was happy with him.

“I'm talking about us, Chris. I'm talking about all the girls trying to get in your pants whenever I look in another direction, and about the fact that I feel like shit. Like an important game is playing before my eyes while I'm benched.”

“Fuck Ajna, no metaphors please,” Chris requested, forehead furrowed in confusion.

His hand reached out and slipped into hers and squeezed it. Ajna hated that this simple gesture put her at ease despite the doubts clouding her mind. Chris' familiar hands were warm and reassuring – she could feel the ring he always wore on his pinky finger.

“No metaphors?” She said, her mouth a bit dry. Chris nodded, not taking his eyes off of her for a second. “I feel like I'm just another one of your flings. If you don't think you can show yourself at my arm then say it, because I'm not dealing with this anymore.”

She felt bad for saying this but as long as Chris wasn't officially off the market, Ajna would have to deal with other girls throwing themselves at him.

“What, that's it?” Chris asked in a nervous laughter. Relief overwhelmed him – he thought something serious was going on, he was starting to believe he was about to get dumped when it was the opposite.

“What? You don't think I'm being needy and too demanding?” Ajna asked, not too sure what to make of his reaction. “Not gonna scoff and tell me to go whine somewhere else? No make fun of me?”

“You're silly,” he finally told her. “You should have just told me. I'd be happy to show myself at your arm.”

Ajna's brows arched and her mouth opened, asking a silent question.

“I thought you only wanted the sex part, if I'd known you were in for the real thing I would have asked,” Chris clarifies.

“What kind of signals did I send for you to think that?” She questions, still not believing her ears. “This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, Chris!”

“And what should I say? You thought the same of me,” he argued, both of them now staring at each other in utter incomprehension. “Over half of the girls who hit on me only want that. I'm just a dildo attached to a warm body.”

“Gross,” Ajna said, a small smile now stretching her lips. “So... we've both been complete fuckwits, great. Now what?”

“Now you're my girlfriend,” Chris stated confidently, already putting his arm behind Ajna to pull her to him.

“Just like that?” She wondered. It was a little disappointing to be perfectly honest, she was expecting something more, something grand.

“Actually-” Chris held a finger up and paused. Ajna waited for it, her eyes switching between his hand and his eyes, she was trying not the reciprocated the shit eating grin n Chris' face though she herself felt like smiling so wide it'd split her face in two.

A faint scream of surprise escaped her when Chris dived towards her to pick her up and plop her down on his lap. Before Ajna could ask him what he was doing, Chris placed a hand behind her neck and made her lean down, crashing his lips against hers in front of everyone. The beauty of it was that nobody seemed to care particularly, expect some of the Penetrators who believed it their duty to cheer and make kissing noises next to them.

Chris broke their embrace only long enough to say, “like that. Now I'm officially your man.”

“You better be,” she grinned and bit on her lip before pulling him up towards her lips for another kiss, claiming him as hers once more. Ajna smiled in the kiss, as did Chris.

This party wasn't so bad after all.

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A/N: I love Eva, and the way I wrote her for the purpose of this oneshot does not reflect how I see her as a character. Also I apologize if Chris is a bit out of character, I tend to write my characters a little too mature for their age, especially since my other Chris story is a post-Skam fanfic about 23y-o Chris.

A word to the anon who requested this: The way you wrote the request made it sound like the story was more about Chris x Eva than Chris x OC (or reader) because a lot of the stuff that you described involved how Eva felt and what Eva did, so I had to twist it around a little bit to put the focus on Chris and Ajna. I hope that's okay. Also I didn't include all the details you gave me because that would have required a much, much longer fanfic and I do not have enough free time on my hands right now to start an entire fanfiction based on a request like I did with Off Limits. I don't generally start my stories the way this one does, but it would have been pages long if I wanted to write the context before starting to write the party scene. Anyway, I hope it lives up to your expectations! Xx

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