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DARE: Hold a semi-long conversation with someone in Norwegian, who doesn't speak it.

TRUTH OR DARE / accepting.

yo if anyone wants isak to talk to their character in norwegian, just like this & i’ll make a smol starter for you.

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Truth! Who are your closest friends heee?

TRUTH OR DARE / accepting.

                 ❛     hugo is the only one i’m close with, but i’d like to get to know kira, peter & allison better.     ❜

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'Paranoia!'

MEME / accepting.

                     ❛     is it safe to go out yet ??     ❜

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I’m not gay. Well, maybe I’m a little gay. 

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                     he tilts his head slightly, currently looking incredibly indifferent about the whole situation. his brows shoot up, however, when tate describes him as incapable of breaking a lock     ------     fine, whatever, let him think that.        ❛     of course i wasn’t going to report it ... i don’t wanna get involved in the whole police business.     ❜           he scoffs & walks right past the other blond, showing off his courage as he enters the apartment’s trashed bedroom first.

Stopping in his tracks once the other began to speak, Tate turned himself to face him, slight frown formed across his features. “Why would I report someone who clearly isn’t capable of committing such a crime? If you haven’t noticed, I’m not the type to report.” Entering the building was proof of that. It was one of the most innocent crimes he’d committed. Something he wasn’t about to bring up. “Is that what you were about to do? Report? Or just stare and walk off. Pretend you saw nothing.”

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pcttigrcws:

if anything the language sounds nice and peter probably wouldn’t mind listening to him talk more in it but he can tell he’s being asked a question and he has no idea what the other is saying. “i only speak english and i know a little bit of latin.” his tone is slightly apologetic though he knows there’s no reason to be sorry, he had never met anyone who spoke the language before and there had never been any reason for peter to learn it. “what did you say?”

                     a genuine grin takes ahold of isak’s lips.        ❛     that’s okay. i only speak norwegian & broken english.     ❜           he doesn’t bother mentioning french. even though he used to study it back in his school, he can’t even form one coherent sentence in it.           ❛     jeg snakker ikke norsk means that i don’t speak norwegian     ------     i was messing with you ‘cause i thought there was a possibility you, um, might understand it. then i said that i was kidding & that i didn’t know what to say. oh, and i asked whether you could understand me. i usually don’t know what to say when people ask me to talk in norwegian, so, yeah ...      ❜           he explains quickly.

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                       he’s ready to protest, insist that he had n o t h i n g to do with it, but then his eyes suddenly widen at the sight of the blond entering the apartment & his words get stuck in his throat for a few moments.         ❛     maybe you should report me. maybe then they’ll ... deport me to my country or something. i’m a foreign guardianless minor here after all.     ❜           he shrugs & decides to follow the other inside. in case they get caught, he can pretend he doesn’t know the language or simply run     ------     he’s good at that.

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Tate wasn’t bothered whether or not the boy caused the damage. He wasn’t one to grass. There were worse crimes in the world. He was just interested in knowing since the look on the boys face screamed guilty, even if he wasn’t. “That’s what they all say. Always turns out to be what it looks like.” Making his way towards the door, he stared down at the now destroyed lock as he pushed the door open. “It’s not breaking and entering if another did the breaking, right?” He asked, his tone jokingly as he looked at the boy. 

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ofkiitsune:

nodding once, her eyes widen for a brief moment. “ well, that’s far from here. do you miss home? ” she asked, voice gentle as she titled her head a little to the side as she looked at him. it was nice to have a pleasant conversation with another individual who she hasn’t met before, for once. sometimes it practically seemed like kind people are a rarity here. “ you could kind of say that. however i moved to beacon hills some time ago, so it practically seems like my time in new york is – years ago already. it feels different. i have to get used to everything all over again. ”

                        as beautiful as norway is, isak can’t say that it’s the country itself that he’s missing. it’s his friends & family that he’s aching to get back to, since they’re his true home.         ❛     it’s hard not to miss it.     ------     have you ever visited norway ?? or europe for that matter ??     ❜           he fixes his snapback, pushing his golden locks back, but he’s not completely focused on the action itself     ------     his eyes stay on kira’s the entire time.         ❛     it’s different ... going from a big town to a small one. what made you do that ??     ❜

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❝ Of course we’re friends.❞

MEME / accepting.

                 he doesn’t find it silly that he needs to be reassured about such a thing. jonas is, perhaps, the only person that he truly feels comfortable relying on & knows he can pour his heart out in front of him without being judged. but there’s no jonas, not now that he desperately needs him.         ❛     remember that guy i mentioned     -------      EVEN ??     ❜         hugo’s bound to know, considering the fact that isak’s been down because of him ever since he was dragged to new york city.         ❛     he ... he, uh, appeared out of nowhere and then ... then he disappeared. i can’t find him anywhere     -------      it’s like he’s never been here in the first place. maybe i’m going crazy or something ... ( jeg vet ikke ).      ❜         he makes his doubts known, his hands trembling due to all the stress he’s been trying to endure.        

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Three little words!

THREE LITTLE WORDS! / accepting.

                        ❛     i’m so scared.     ❜    

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                      it’s actually surprising that this is the first time someone has asked him such a thing here in new york city. isak’s actually somewhat happy to see that other people are interested in his first language & he will gladly share information about his culture, which he’s so proud of. usually, he’d say something pretty nasty & tell them it has an appropriate meaning. however, this male seems nice & isak would feel bad if he tricked him.        ❛     jeg snakker ikke norsk.     ------     bare tuller. jeg vet ikke hva de skal. forstår du meg ??     ❜           he curiously poses the question & raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t get his own hopes up     ------     he knows it’s highly unlikely that the other speaks his mother tongue.

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“i’m s-sure you get asked this a lot but do you think you c-could say something in n-norweigan?” peter wasn’t sure if it was impolite to ask that sort of question but he couldn’t help but be curious as to how he sounded speaking his native tongue.

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“but did you do it?”

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                      with a jolt of his head isak turns to face the blond, utter perplexity written on his features ( he’s even slightly offended & a tad alarmed ). they are standing in front of an apartment whose lock is completely destroyed & isak's looking strangely guilty, even though he had nothing to do with it.         ❛     it’s not, um, it’s not what it looks like.     ❜           he stammers, putting himself in an even worse situation & making himself look more suspicious.         ❛     i was o-on my way to my apartment & ... i saw this, so i stopped. that’s it.     ❜

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ofkiitsune:

her own smile widening on her features, she couldn’t help a small huff at his words. “ really? ” catching herself, she shook her head as she laughed gently. “ well, i’m taking that as a COMPLIMENT. thank you. i’m always up for helping other kindhearted individuals. either way, it’s nice to meet you isak. i’m kira. ” a pause. “ would it be considered rude if i asked you where you come from? ”

                      perhaps it’s the fact that kira does not remind him of anyone from back home that makes him so relaxed & particularly interested in her. he doesn’t know whether he could handle being around someone who’s very much alike his friends     ------     it would be too damn hard.         ❛     yeah, really.     ❜           he nods with a soft, amicable smile on his face.         ❛     nice to meet you too. jeg er fra oslo, norge.     ❜           he doesn’t bother repeating it in english     ------      he figures that it won’t be hard for her to translate his sentence.         ❛     are you from nyc ??     ❜

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every morning when i wake up: i hope even is okay. i hope he slept well. i hope he feels loved. i hope he goes to school today.

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that Look™

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dieycung:

━━━☆ allison looked at the boy with a small smile before shaking her head. three years of high school sounded great but then again the extra year was nothing. she was gonna need a whole other year just to give her time to check up on the piles of work that grew after she died. she had never felt more behind before. it was actually very intimidating but she’d never voice that.  ❛ why did you come to the states?? or did you just like wake up here?? ❜ right after the words left her lips, she completely regretted asking him such questions. but it was nice to be able to talk someone that wasn’t her friends from beacon hills. it was like a fresh start, someone who didn’t have the sadness that filled their eyes or the guilt that her friends constantly had whenever she tried to spend time with them.  ❛ it’s nice to meet you too, isak. i’m allison. ❜

                     his smile abruptly diminishes once he hears her question. yet again he desires to be woken up from this horrific nightmare in his own bed back in eskild, linn & noora’s apartment.          ❛     this may sound a little ... insane. or, a lot. but the last thing i remember is doing my biology test back in oslo and then ... i found myself in the middle of times square.     ❜         he digs his front teeth into his lower lip     ------     he does not expect her to understand. he assumes she’ll run away screaming.         ❛    are you from here, allison ??     ❜    

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evenbaenaesheim:

“even”   he didn’t even need to turn around, didn’t need to look behind him to know who’d just called his name. he’d recognise that voice anywhere, whether that may be in a stuffed room during house party or in an empty and awfully quiet hallway. but even has to turn around, of course, to see for himself if the other really is there, if his mind wasn’t tricking him again like it had the past couple of days. had it really been only days? or week? months? for even it had felt like decades & when he finally turns around to take in the sight of the other, his heart stops.

it flatlines for a good couple of seconds – everything flatlines, and before he knows it, he’s breathing out the other’s name as well. “ isak?“ it’s more of a question, really. right now, even’s questioning everything. his mind has barely started to process the new information, the information that isak is here with him, as he starts stepping towards his boyfriend. one step at a time, he reminds himself. but even can’t stop himself from going just a little bit faster with every step he takes, as if he was afraid that it was just an illusion, after all. as if isak might disappear any minute.

even feels isak’s hands on his cheeks, skin on skin, and he lets out a shaky breath. his legs are trembling. he reaches out with one hand, cradling isak’s warm cheeks in return, as if to steady himself. “ halla. “ even doesn’t recognise his own voice. but what he does recognise is the warm, tingling feeling that spreads itself all over his body as he gazes down into isak’s eyes. and all of a sudden, all the memories from the past weeks start to return, the sleepless nights, the hundreds and thousands of times he’d tried to call isak or send him a text, the feeling of self-loathing and hopelessnes even knew all too well, all the worried glances and ‘you sure you don’t need anything?’s from eskild and noora and even is once again overwhelmed with the situation, the realisation that isak is right in front of him, that everything had been leading up to the moment he’d be able to hold him in his arms again.

du er ikke alene, a familiar voice in his head rings. even looks down at isak and he can see that he’s not the only one overwhelmed, that isak is going through the motions as well.[ god, how selfish of him to only think about himself, about his struggles, when isak was the one he should be worried about ]. when isak rests his forehead agains even’s, even mumbles something that, if you were only ten centimetre away from them, would be inaudible, but he’s positive that isak understands him perfectly. “ du er ikke alene “, he repeats the other’s words and clears his throat. when their noses brush a couple of times, it’s like a secret sign. even leans down just a bit in order to reduce the height difference and when their lips do finally meet, he’s in heaven.

                 being all alone in a foreign city in a country far away from home, where you don’t know a single soul, & having to go to school & fend for yourself at such a young age is bound to be terrifying & quite frankly isak’s not sure HOW he’s been pulling it off for the past couple of weeks. but somehow, he couldn’t find the time to feel LOST or sorry for himself, because there was one other person he couldn’t help but worry about. the only thing he could think about was even in two very different, but equally horrible scenarios. in the first one, even was still in oslo, losing his mind over isak’s sudden disappearance, skipping meals & doing e v e r y t h i n g in his power to find the younger male. in the second one, he was all alone, scared, endlessly roaming the streets of new york city & hopelessly searching for even the smallest trace of familiarity.

                only now that he’s tucked away from the dreadfulness of his most paranoid thoughts, is his brain quiet. there’s nothing     ------     not even static noise. only even & his arms that are providing isak with an infinite amount of comfort, warmth & security. he wishes that he could freeze this moment & live in it forever, but then he remembers     ------     he has even by his side, he’ll be able to have a ridiculously large number of moments similar to the one they’re living in right now, so he does not have to fear its end.

                 the sweet, yet dangerous combination of even’s touch & his reassuring words makes isak’s heart palpitate aggressively. the sole sound of his voice after such a long time would've been enough for the shorter blond to melt completely, but as the spoken words continue to ring in his ears, he begins to feel lightheaded. du er ikke alene. du er ikke alene. it’s exactly what isak needed to hear. he hopes that the way his trembling fingers are gripping even & the way his soft petals are leaving tiny, delicate kisses on the corner of his lips, are saying those words right back to his boyfriend. he avoids repeating them, fearing that only a stuttery mess of incomprehensible sounds would come out of his mouth if he even attempted to do it.

                 ❛     jeg har savnet deg.     ❜           it’s the only thing he manages to mumble once his kiss-swollen lips part with even’s. and although it’s painfully true, it’s not what he honestly wanted to say. now, as he’s gazing at the other’s hooded eyes, he’s repeating it in his head: elsker deg, elsker deg, elsker deg; yet he doesn’t have the courage to say it. he’s sure that even knows deep down how strongly isak feels about him, but it still frustrates him that he cannot spit out the words that would express the utter fondness & love he feels for the man he’s holding right now.