“This is funny”, Klaus thought, a while later, as he stood in front of his mother’s lifeless body, holding her heart on his right hand. It was indeed amusing, because all of Esther’s worries revolved around what he would become if he possessed his Hybrid powers. What kind of evil the blond would turn out to be. Yet, she did not considered the fact she was the one to blame. She made him. She sentenced a poor boy to a painful childhood just to hide her mistake.
A bitter chuckle left his lips. Yes, killing her was an act of mercy, for the witch deserved way more than a quick death.
(A langst fic inspired by @alienslovetea’s “Frost.” Check their blog out!)
Lightening surges beneath his fingertips. His muscles convulse, clench, loosen. His eyelids flutter as he seizes.
Garbled screams come through the intercom, distorted and lost to his electrified ears. Lance wants to answer back, but he’s locked in place, his body contorting against his will.
Blue shuts down completely, overloaded with power. Electricity still runs through her, burns under Lance’s skin and creates tracks of fire up his face.
All at once the electricity stops dead, though a cooling wave of relief cannot crush the way his body tingles, the way his body aches the way it does.
Lance heaves a great breath, head rolling limply in his seat. He is dazed, shocked — literally and figuratively — lost to the pain he feels. Light flashes and pops outside of Blue, faint behind the dead screen. Lance feels himself being carried, but cannot move to try and fly away. He only hopes it is his team.
The world swirls around him, dips in and out of his vision, plays a game of catch with his eyes. Lance can hear himself breathing, a dry, rattling noise he can’t stand, but he is so, so tired and is willing to put up with it if he can sleep.
Just shut your eyes.
It’s so quiet here.
“LANCE!” A voice shrieks in his ear, jolting him awake. The pain that streaks through him wakes him up more than whoever just screamed, though, but the saltiness of his tears shocks him more. His tears burn, sting, somehow reminder this situation is all too real.
Lance can’t move himself to speak. He tries, he really does, but his throat screams when he swallows to say something. Lance settles for humming.
“It's— it’s Shiro. We’re taking you back to the castle. I’ve got you buddy.”
He hums in acknowledgment, and… promptly blacks out.
“Just a few more ticks,” Allura snaps. Keith gets a vague, sickening feeling of deja vu, a mirror of a situation from years past.
“What’s a few more ticks going to do? Let him out!” Keith urges, impatient. He’s waited so long for Lance to leave the pod, and how’s a few more fucking ticks going to affect his recovery? Keith huffs.
“Calm down, Keith. You’re not the only one waiting on a friend,” Shiro murmurs, and Keith briefly wonders if he’s talking about Lance before turning his attention back to the pod.
“It’s been a “few more ticks,” Allura. I’m opening the pod.“
From the corner of his eye, Keith can see Pidge glaring at Lance’s pod. She looks just as tempted to press the button as he is, but Keith wouldn’t be surprised if Pidge actually—
A hissing sound followed by mist leaks from the pod, which was then followed by a body falling forward. Keith steps forward, catches him, whispers “I’ve got you,” and hope no one hears.
Hunk barges forward, and nearly snatchesLance away from his arms, eagerly searching for signs of life on his groggy face. “Heeeeeeey buddy,” Hunk begins, patting and petting his friend’s hair and face. “I know it’s been a while but how do you feel about eating?”
Keith inches forward a little closer. He wants to see Lance’s face.
“How long have I been out?” was the response instead, Lance’s voice thick and quiet much like one waking up from a nap.
“Too long, pal,” Hunk grins, and Pidge says “Like, a month! Do you know how long we waited for you?”
Lance stands, slinging his arm around Hunk’s shoulder. “Maybe a month?”
Pidge immediately looks surprised before laughing, and even Keith has to admit that was pretty clever. He won’t tell anyone he laughed, though.
“Alright Lance, let’s get you to the kitchen. Some food goo will do you good.” Hunk secures his grip on his friend, totters away chatting like nothing ever happened. Pidge trots after, chattering like a bird.
Keith makes to follow, but he feels a heavy hand, albeit warm, on his shoulder. “How are you feeling?” Shiro asks, just as familiar as always. “I know you were pretty anxious to see Lance again.”
“I’m fine, Shiro,” Keith says, even though he knows Shiro is right and he’s already feeling jittery to catch up. “Thanks for asking.” He says, though it’s more of an afterthought than anything.
Shiro blinks, chuckles, pats Keith on the back. “Alrighty tiger.” He nods his head in the direction Hunk and Lance and Pidge went. The second Keith feels Shiro’s hand retract, he’s off, ignoring Shiro’s laughter and Allura’s inquiries.
“Let’s calm down, okay Lance?” Hunk smiles at him, but the way he holds his body screams of defense. Lance knows Hunk is feeling threatened. His body language reflects that, but Lance doesn’t know how to shut this off.
Frost. Frost everywhere.
It sears his fingertips, encompasses nearly the entire kitchen except for the patches Hunk and Pidge stand on. She stares at him with owlish eyes, fascinated and frightened. “I— I am calm,” Lance says, though it sounds more like a question even to his own ears. A burst of ice shoots from his hands seeing his friend’s distress. “I don’t.. I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Maybe it’s.. you…” Pidge starts, before something clicks and she gasps. “When you were electrocuted inside Blue, maybe, maybe she transferred some of her powers to you. Maybe it was through quintessence, in an attempt to help you survive all the electricity— that really was a huge ball of electricity that fleet through at you, there was no way you and apparently Blue alone could take a hit like that and survive, so, so—”
“Right, sorry. I think you have Blue’s powers now.”
Lance winces, and the frost hardens, thickens to what may be ice. “How do I… how do I control this?”
Pidge shrugs like it isn’t a big deal.
Hunk, however, takes a step forward, nearly melts like the ice does around his foot when he makes it safely. “It seems you want to protect us, maybe? I guess we shouldn't— we should keep you calm, huh?” Pidge starts again, taking a tentative step towards Lance as well. Lance feels like a livewire, jittery, stripped raw and nervous. One wrong move, He thinks. One wrong move.
“What’s going on in here?” Keith stops in, crushing the frost beneath his boot. “Keith, wait—” Hunk and Pidge shouts, but it’s too late. Lance starts, jumping, a spout of cool mist covering the floor and freezing all four paladins in the room up to their knees.
Lance’s heart races, and he feels so terribly stupid for letting go like that. Now his feet are cold and his friends are covered in ice… and he has no idea how to voluntarily melt it.
Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate?
Word Count: 2708
Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader
Author’s Note: finally, ik. But i don’t think i like this chapter all that very much. But still, enjoy! :)
Did someone say angsty one way communication. Okay, it’s not texting but I’m SO your girl for angsty one way communication! This one is classic rip your heart out and duct tape it back together with glitter glue. Enjoy :)
“I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m trying to get back home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”
His hand dropped, grip still tight around the shell as he turned back to Ariel.
“Ariel, is there any chance-”
“I’m sorry, Captain. Unless you can hold your breath for… I mean I’m a fast swimmer but not that fast.”
“But you could reach Storybrooke? Would you ensure that my message was received?” She nodded and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. “Thank you Ariel. This, this means more to me than I could ever hope to describe.”
When they reached the water’s edge she reached around her neck and unclasped her necklace, her tail reappeared as she dove into the cloudy water. No sooner had her tail passed beyond his view there was a bright light and a wave came crashing back towards the shore, Ariel caught in its tow.
“Ariel!” Hook dove forward, catching her arm before she was pulled back under. She was fumbling with something around her neck and soon she’d two legs under her again.
“You were out of my sight for no more than a moment, you couldn’t possibly have-”
I’m sorry, Captain. I’ve made the trip to Storybrooke countless times now but this time… I couldn’t break through. It was like the fury of a storm pushing back against me.
“So the ways are shut to you? Have you ever experienced such a thing before? Has something happened to the town?”
“No, It was more… more like reaching a locked door than an empty room.”
“Thank you for trying, Ariel. Perhaps another way…” He reluctantly handed her the seashell but she shook her head.
“Keep it. Talk to her sometimes. Maybe she missed your first message, so tell her again.”
He nodded and within moments she was no more than a ripple on the surface of the water.
“Emma? Ariel tried to reach Storybrooke, to ensure that you knew the truth but she was unable to pass. I hope you’re safe. I never meant to leave you. I’m trying to come home. I love you.”
She had clasped the shell around her neck hours ago, in the hopes of catching his voice again, and now she’d heard the message a dozen times. Each time a flare of anger rose up in her and she finally glared up at Gideon. “You’re telling me that instead of asking for my help in defeating the apparent source of all Evil, you thought it made the most sense to kidnap my true love and hold him for ransom? Did it occur to you for even a moment that I might have been more willing to help you before you tried to kill me and ripped my true love away?”
“Tell you my plan when you could have chosen to stop me? I’ve worked too hard for this to let it rest on the whim of another.”
“Let me talk to him,” she insisted, putting down what she had been working on suddenly.
“Not until you help me to-”
“No,” Emma interrupted. “Keep him trapped in another realm, fine. It will hurt me like hell but it won’t get you a single step closer to your goal. You need me. But until I’m sure that it is really him, that you haven’t killed him and recorded this message somehow, I’ll not so much as help you resolve a parking violation.”
It wasn’t at all unusual for you to wake up smothered by the sixty-two kilograms of pure heat and clinginess that was Kim Taehyung. What was unusual however was how inappropriately naked the both of you were at the moment, and the suspiciously hard thing pressing against your side.
You’ve been awake for a good while now having an internal breakdown and devising increasingly elaborate plans to get yourself out of Taehyung’s loving death-grip. You wonder if you could slip out of his arms for a quick reprieve in the shower before you have to really face him, because right now you couldn’t think very clearly when he was so close to you and his addicting scent was bombarding your brain. He was always a heavy sleeper, and you figured you had a fairly good chance of slipping away without waking him up. When your eyes opened up and met his entirely too awake ones, you nearly jumped out of your skin.
Requested by Anon: Can you do one where
the reader is Mitch Marner’s best friend but the reader an Auston hate each
other (they actually like each other). They bicker a lot and then Mitch teases
them into confessing. I loved your JVR one by the way!
Word Count: 1601 Team: Toronto Maple Leafs Warnings: None
I hope you enjoy the approach I took with this! (:
still don’t understand why you two hate each other,” Mitch remarked as you two sat
curled up on the couch in Mitch’s living room chatting after not seeing each
other for a while. Mitch had been on a road trip with the Leafs that felt like
forever while you had been drowning in homework and midterms. But now that your
midterms were over, and the boys were back, you two had a day to hang out
again. The only unfortunate part was that Mitch happened to live with the one
Leaf you couldn’t stand. Auston Matthews. Luckily, Matthews had gone out with
some of the other guys on the team while Mitch stayed back to hang out with
Being Lily Evans' younger sister? I absolutely adore your work and can't wait for more imagines xxx
A/N: This is ridiculously long, I don’t know what happened. I’m going with Lily’s sister is two years younger. So when the reader starts at Hogwarts, Lily will be in her third year.
You’ve gotta have a flower name: Daisy, Rose, Jasmine, Iris, etc. Take your pick
If you’re a Muggle:
When Lily shows you her magical abilities, you try hopelessly to copy her
She comforts you when you realise you can’t do the same things she can, and promises she’ll always be there to do magic for you
Like Petunia, you’re jealous of her magic
Unlike Petunia, your love is greater than your envy and you don’t let it ruin your relationship with your sister
Lily’s friendship with Snape creeps you out, and you hate when he hangs around. Either he looks through you like you don’t even exist, or he ridicules you for not having magic
You write letters to each other every week. You worry yours are a little dull in comparison to hers, but she never complains.
The house seems so quiet when Lily’s away at school
You can’t wait for her to come home during the holidays. It’s like she brings the sun back with her
Lily tells you about some arrogant sod called James Potter. Not even two years later, and she’s introducing him to you as her boyfriend. It’s confusing and makes it glaringly obvious how much of your sister’s life you’re missing when she’s away
You try and keep the peace between your sisters, but it’s not easy
You’re the maid of honour at her wedding, and do your best to make up for Petunia not being there. You barely know anyone else there, but they all do their best to make you comfortable. It’s still a little awkward and overwhelming, and you’re happy when it’s over
Lily never tells you about the danger she’s in, and you only find out after her death
You go to the funeral alone; your parents are already dead and Petunia wouldn’t attend. You don’t talk to anyone and go home to cry alone
Dumbledore leaves Harry with you. You’re hopelessly unprepared to raise a child, being less than 21 years old and completely inexperienced. The only reason you agree instead of trying to find someone who could raise Harry the way he needs to be raised is because of the blood protection spell. There’s no way in hell you’d let Petunia raise him, knowing how she, her awful husband and spoilt child would treat him
Well, that’s the main reason. The other is his eyes, it’s just like looking into Lily’s. They remind you that he’s all that’s left of your sister and knowing that she sacrificed herself to keep him safe, you’ll do everything in your power to protect him too
Things are hard at first, but Harry is a fundamentally good kid and you adore him. He grows up strong and happy, knowing he’s loved.
Maybe you get married to a Muggle, maybe you get married to a wizard/witch. Maybe you don’t get married at all. The one thing that never changes is that Harry is 100% your priority, 100% of the time, and he’s always going to be the most important person in your life
You cry when he first goes to Hogwarts, and spend the next 7 years constantly worried about him. He sure gives you enough reasons to be
Making sure Harry always knows how proud his mother would be of him
If you’re a witch:
Lily’s so excited when you show her that you can do the same things she does
Petunia’s jealousy is even worse. You try not to, but sometimes you and Lily end up accidentally excluding her.
When Lily first goes to Hogwarts, you start counting down the days until you get to go too
It’s the greatest day when you finally get to board the train as well. Lily’s incredibly excited to show you around the castle and to introduce you to all the people she’s being telling you about
She’s so proud watching you be sorted, she doesn’t care what house you’re in
Lily is the only thing that makes your homesickness better. You miss your parents and old friends. You even miss Petunia, even though she’s horrid to you most of the time
All of the Professors know you are ‘Miss Evans’ sister’ at first. It’s a little intimidating because they expect so much of you. Slughorn, in particular, is interested to see if you’re anything like your sister.
You do manage to make your own reputation and step out of Lily’s shadow soon enough.
Even if James and Sirius insist on calling you ‘Baby-Evans’, ‘Evans Jr.’ or the like
Lily’s always there to help you if you’re struggling with a spell, a potion, or anything at all
You always make time for each other, and the two of you are closer than you’ve been in years now that you’re both going to Hogwarts
Snape creeps you out. He just barely tolerates you when Lily is around, ignores you when she’s not. He says nothing when his friends call you a Mudblood. You hate him for it.
You hate him even more after he calls Lily a Mudblood, and though you’d never tell her, you’re happy that it’s the end of their friendship
You maybe have a little crush on one of the Marauders.
You do agree with your sister that sometimes they go too far, but they are actually quite funny and you’d kill for a friendship like theirs.
Watching her fall in love with James is honestly the most entertaining thing. Teasing her about it is so easy and you almost feel bad for taking advantage of the obvious target. Almost.
Watching her introduce James to Petunia and Vernon is like watching a train wreck in slow motion. You never bring it up again and pretend it never happened at all
You’re the maid of honour at her wedding. The whole day is filled with so much love and magic, and you have the greatest time.
You tease both James and Lily, cementing your future role as annoying little sister to the both of them.
Sirius teases you, cementing his future role as the annoying big brother you never asked for. He does let you graduate from ‘Evans Jr.’ to just plain ‘Evans’ though
It’s the oddest feeling getting on the Hogwarts Express the year after Lily graduates, knowing she isn’t somewhere nearby on the train
You still have all your friends at Hogwarts, but it’s lonely being the only Evans in the castle
Whenever something interesting happens you make a mental note to tell Lily about it at dinner, forgetting she won’t be there
You’re so happy to see her during the holidays that you practically launch yourself at her
You’re really worried when she tells you she’s joined the Order
Obviously, you agree with the goals of the Order, but you really don’t want Lily to get hurt
James talks to you privately and assures you he’d never let anything happen to Lily. Then Remus does the same thing. And so does Sirius. You’ve kind of gotten the point by the time Peter talks to you.
You still worry, but you trust the Marauders will do anything they can to keep her (and each other) safe.
You’re one of the first people she tells about the pregnancy
Lily goes into hiding during your last year at Hogwarts.
You join the Order as soon as you graduate to try and protect her, James and your unborn nephew
It’s Lily’s turn to worry about you. The worst thing is that she can never come with you on missions, she has to trust Sirius, Remus and Peter to look after you. The three try their best, but you still come back injured more often than Lily can stand
Meeting baby Harry for the first time is incredibly emotional and you love him the second you hold him
You and Sirius are the only guests at Harry’s christening. In your opinion, Sirius is the perfect choice to be his godfather. If there’s anything the last few years have shown you it’s that there’s nothing Sirius won’t do for James and Lily
It makes perfect sense to you that Peter actually becomes the Secret Keeper, while you and Sirius, the more obvious choices, act as red herrings.
A week later, Lily and James are dead and you’ve never regretted anything more
When you arrive at Godric’s Hollow you find Sirius and Hagrid arguing about Harry
“Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I’ll look after him.’
“Dumbledore said I’m ter take Harry to his aunt.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that she’s already here then.”
You persuade Hagrid to give Harry to you, instead of taking him to Petunia’s as Dumbledore requested. Dumbledore has no right to decide what’s best for your nephew
You stop Sirius going after Peter alone, convincing him you’ll need his and Remus’ help with Harry.
The four of you go to Lily and James’ funeral together. It’s still a horrible, horrible day, but it’s easier having each other to lean on for comfort
(I’ll save raising Harry with Sirius and Remus for another involve; this is already too long)
You are constantly worried about Harry. If he ever needs anything, you’re only an owl away
You die during the Battle of Hogwarts (as a parental figure of Harry, it is your duty)
Before you even have time to process your death your sister is crushing you in a hug, thanking you for everything you’ve done for Harry
Even thought it’s been 16 years since you last talked to her, you fall back into the role of little sister like you no time has passed at all
Loki sat on the couch in the avengers headquarters, reading a book as per usual whilst some of the other avengers sat around and discussed the current mission that was afoot. There were suspicions that a group of terrorists were planning a massive attack in the name of anti-vigilante protests. Whilst this was usually the government’s job to take care of this kind of thing, you, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Sam, and Steve were asked to take care of the suspected area that was under threat.
“I don’t know why Tony would send you on this mission. It’s far too dangerous” Loki had said earlier. Holding your hand gently, hoping he would never have to let go.
“I’ll be fine Loki, You know I can take care of myself” you had replied with your beautiful sweet voice.
“I know, I just worry about you” Loki responded, kissing you on your forehead before you had left him alone to wait for your return.
Loki tried to hide his concern for you by taking his mind off the problem at hand and focusing on the latest book you had given him called ‘Looking for Alaska’. It wasn’t as grand or spectacular as the other books you had given him, but he didn’t mind. It reminded him of you without making him fret. The other avengers still didn’t know about the two of you, only Thor knew that Loki had feelings for you. However, he didn’t know that he had confessed them to you.
1/4 Hi, i read your post about Even being hypomanic and i need your opinion about this beucase you actually know about this disorder from your own experience. When I see Evak I can't stop thinking about it. I know that hypomania doesn't make you fall in love with someone but at the same time, if Even had been hypomanic (since like episode 4 imo) I can't stop this feeling that everythig he did (their first kiss or first sex) was driven by his hypomania and not by his feelings for Isak.
I’m glad you’re asking me about this. I have bipolar (type II) and, although I’m not an authority figure on the topic (everyone’s experience with bipolar is different), I’ll try my best to explain my thoughts and interpretations of Even and his feelings for Isak in and outside of his hypo/manic episode. I know there are other SKAM fans who have bipolar too and I hope they’ll feel free to chime in if they have anything to add to my answer.
Can you do a reaction with rfa + v + saeran, with MC being attacked, but beating the crap out of her attacker? Like, she takes some hits and gets roughed up too, but the attacker is definitely worse off when its all done. And the rfa + v + saeran can see it all, but for some reason they can't get to her until it's pretty much over.
I always like writing about MC being a badass, and this request was no different! I tried not to make these too violent so hopefully they’re still okay! I hope that you enjoy!! ^^
Yoosung was almost finished with classes for the school year and he couldn’t have been happier
That unfortunately meant finals were coming up so he decided to stay after class one day to get some help from the professor
He was running later than he thought so you decided to wait outside of the classroom on a nearby bench
Yoosung saw you through the window and gave a little wave and a shy smile as he finished up talking with his strict professor
Just as you were about to wave back, one student who was obviously drunk came up to you and started harassing you
Yoosung’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the drunken student throw a punch at you for trying to move away from him
The professor was scolding him for not paying attention so Yoosung pushed passed the professor to get to you
Yoosung immediately felt tears start to form in his eyes when he saw your black eye and bleeding knuckles but felt a tiny amount of relief when he saw the student on he floor unconscious
He apologized over and over again for not helping you sooner, crying into your shoulder but you reassured Yoosung that it was okay
Yoosung immediately takes you to the hospital and signs up both himself and you for self-defense classes
Zen finally had some free time from his busy schedule to take you out on a date to a nice restaurant
The two of you were really looking forward to enjoying the night since you two haven’t had a proper date night in forever
That is until just before you got into the restaurant, Zen was mobbed by a small group of fan girls
You sighed and waited for Zen to finish with the fans, moving a bit away from them so you didn’t feel suffocated
Zen could barely see you at this point but he did see the figure next to you shoving you against the wall
Trying desperately to push his fangirls away, Zen could only watch in horror as the man started hitting you
But you weren’t easing up on him, giving his hits right back to him in full force
By the time Zen broke away from his fans, the attacker was a bloody pulp on the floor and while you did have some blood on you, you looked safe
Zen gave you a bone-crushing hug, profusely apologizing for leaving you alone even after you told him you were find, and from that day forward Zen became the most protective boyfriend on the planet
Jaehee decided that it was time for you and her to have some fun together so she took you to the mall
It was turning out to be a fun day, the two of you bought some much needed new clothing, had a nice lunch together, and even took some photos together in a photo booth
The two of you were at your last shop for the day and just as you both were about to exit, the security alarm went off because of Jaehee’s bag
Jaehee told you to wait outside until her and the store manager could sort things out to which you agreed to
You didn’t see anyone else around until some man came up to you, demanding you give him your money
Out of the corner of her eye, Jaehee gasped as she saw a man attacking you with you fiercely hitting him back
She pushed the store manager aside and ran over to you, almost on the verge of tears as she saw your bloody hands and bruise marks, but you told Jaehee that you were fine but the attacker may need to go to a hospital
Jaehee couldn’t stop telling you how sorry she was for leaving you alone and promised to teach you some judo moves so you would be safer even if she wasn’t around
Jumin was set to leave on a business trip the next day so you asked to go to work with him today so you could spend as much as together as possible
Of course Jumin agreed but you forgot how boring big offices like Jumin’s could be, especially since Jumin was busy that day but it was finally time to go home
Just as the two of you reached the large revolving doors, a couple of important businessmen stopped Jumin to discuss an upcoming meeting
You waited outside because those guys were boring, noticing some sketchy looking man eye up the building
As you went to approach the man to see what was up, he grabbed your wrists but you weren’t having it so the two of you ended up brawling
Jumin could see the entire fight happening as he pushed the businessmen away, calling security
By the time Jumin ran to you, the man was passed out but Jumin was more worried about your growing bruise marks that decorated your skin
You told Jumin that you were fine, happy to teach the creep a lesson, making Jumin concerned but also glad
Jumin promised to never leave your side again, apologizing for not getting there sooner, and that he’d cancel his business trip to spend more time with you
Seven was feeling sick that day so you told him that you’d go buy some medicine for him
He protested, saying that it was late and not safe but he stopped after you gave him the death glare along with him having a coughing fit
Although he did trust you, Seven kept an eye on you through the street cameras, smiling as he saw you bought the medicine as well as some Honey Buddha Chips
But Seven’s smile instantly vanished when he saw some man following you, eyeing you up and down
Just as Seven was about to reach his phone, the man started attacking you, making Seven scramble out of the house to save you
He kept watch on the video feed on his phone as he hoped into his car and sped his way towards you, noticing that you were fighting back and kicking some serious butt
By the time Seven got there, he couldn’t even recognize the attackers face, also noting your bloody knuckles and bruising
He felt instant relief seeing that you were okay, although Seven did get scolded by you for leaving the house when he was sick
And Seven really ruined the moment by asking “So are the Honey Buddha Chips safe?” And getting a swift smack on the shoulder from you
You and V were just coming back from a nature photo shoot
V’s eye sight was starting to falter so he was constantly asking you to go along with him on his photo shoots to help set up and such
The two of you were happily chatting until some random man sneered at V, calling his photos trash and that he should quit being a photographer
V just calmly nodded and tried to pass the man but the man was quicker and pushed V to the ground, effectively twisting V’s ankle
The man then turned to you to take V’s equipment to smash but when you refused, the man started to become violent
V tried to get up to help you, but the pain in his ankle was too much plus he could barely see he two of you
He then heard the man let out a strangled groan followed by a thud
V felt your arms wrap around him, asking him if he was okay
But V was crying, he could make out the blood that covered your clothing and the small trickle of blood coming from the corner of your mouth
Even after your reassurance that you were okay, V only hugged you, crying into your shoulder as he promised to get the eye surgery
You and Saeran had just recently started your relationship but things were going smoothly
Saeran still had his anxiety issues so he was still going to his therapist
After the two of you started dating, Saeran was getting more nervous about going to his therapist, thinking that she would contort his mind and end of hurting you
So both of you made the consecutive decision to have you go along with Saeran to his therapist, greatly relieving the stressed boy
One day, Saeran went into a new therapy room where there was a window and he saw you sitting outside waiting for him on a nearby park bench
Knowing that you were near made Saeran feel at ease, that was until some stranger started getting close to you, demanding you hand over your bag
Saeran thought that he was just imagining things until he saw the man physically attack you, making Saeran rage
He pushed passed his confused therapist and ran outside to find the attacker unconscious and extremely bloody and you bruised but alright
Saeran pulled you into the tightest embrace that he could muster, telling you how sorry he was and how he would never leave your side again to make sure he would always protect you
Hi there! I saw where you opened requests and I'm so excited because I loved your Sundance Kid series! Can I request a fic where McCree invites his fem!crush somewhere private to tell her how he feels since he can't seem to get it across to her with subtle flirting? (She's shy and finds it hard to banter back (/^.^\) Thanks!
Glad you like the series. Thank you for the request and I hope this is what you wanted. It took me a little longer than expected and its longer than I thought it would be!
You usually only came down to the shooting range to watch
the others. You weren’t much of a shot and never were comfortable with a weapon
in your hand. Technology and science were more down your alley. Since you were
young, technology and science had fascinated you and that’s what you ended up
doing with your life.
“Hey, sweet pea,” McCree calls out behind you and you turn
to him with a smile. The cowboy had always been one your favorites.
“Hey there, McCree. I watched you shoot today. Looking good
as always.” That seemed to boost his ego and he gave you a toothy smile.
“Not as good as I usually am though. My arm here has been
actin’ a little funny – think you can look at it for me?” He holds his
mechanical arm out towards you and you shake your head.
“Come with me to the lab and I’ll check it out.”
He walked silently beside you, twirling his six shooter
every now and then with his flesh and blood arm.
“Are you nervous about something, McCree?” you ask him
“Now what would I have to be nervous about, darlin’?” The
truth was, he was ridiculously nervous and had nothing to do with his arm. In
fact, there was nothing wrong with his arm, he just wanted to spend time with
You stop as you reach the door the lab and turn to McCree
who seems to be a little too close to you all the sudden. “M-McCree,” he leans
in closer and you take a deep breath.
“I need…I need you to put that cigarillo out before you come
into the lab…please,” you add breathlessly. He smirks and nods, dropping the offending
thing to the floor and stepping on it.
“You’re the boss,” he says, still too close to you.
“Yeah, don’t want anything accidentally exploding.” His eyes
widen and he stands up straighter giving you room to move away and open the lab
door. “So, what’s wrong with your arm?”
“Well, uh, it seems a lil stiff,” he lied.
“Where?” You hold your hands out and nod your head, waiting
for him to show him your arm. He moved closer to you and held out his arm still
not showing you where it was stiff. He wasn’t even looking at your arm, he was
looking at you and you could feel yourself blushing. “McCree…”
please move your arm for me so I can diagnose the problem?”
He let out what sounded like a displeased grunt as you poked
and prodded at his arm. You could still feel his eyes on you but you purposely
avoided his gaze. “You sure are pretty,” he says suddenly.
“Oh…I…thank you, Mc-Jesse.
I can’t find anything wrong. Maybe you should just try to take it a little
easier on this arm for a bit.” You stand quickly and move away from him,
feeling yourself getting warm again. “Is there anything else you needed?”
He wanted to say you. He
wanted to say a little bit of your time, but
he couldn’t bring himself to say either of those things. “No, sweetheart. Thank
you. Guess I better just take your advice.”
“You do that and…I’ll see you later.”
He was about to speak when someone else came into the lab
and caught your attention. He lingers for a moment and you look at him, “Did
you need something else?”
“No, ma’am,” he gives you a forced smile and tips his hat
You were busy in the lab for the next few hours and when you
finally left, you went straight to your room to relax. The room was dark when
you stepped in and you dropped your stuff into a chair before turning the light
on. A piece of paper on the floor catches your eye and you bend to pick it up:
Meet me at the shooting range at 9,
What could he possibly want with you at the range this late?
You look at the clock and realize its already 8:45. Looking down at what you
were wearing, you shrug and tell yourself that will have to do; there was no time
to change. Besides, there was no reason to get all fancy just to meet McCree at
the range, right?
You make your way to the range, keeping a steady but calm
pace. You didn’t want him to think you were rushing to see him but you also
didn’t want him to think you stood him up.
“’Bout time you showed up,” Jesse says from the far corner
of the range scaring you half to death. He made his way over to you, the ring
of heat from his cigarillo shining a bit of light on his face.
“I’m actually a few minutes early, McCree,” you say
“Right. Jesse. So, what are we doing here? Are you going to
show me how to shoot that Peacekeeper or something?” you joke.
“No, darlin’. I, well,” he takes his hat off and clears his
throat, “There’s something I need to tell you.”
He hesitates for a moment then blurts out, “I like ya,
“I been tryin’ to tell you for the longest, but you’re so
shy and sweet and it was just so hard to come out and say it. I didn’t wanna
scare you away, sweet pea,” he finishes and you couldn’t think of anything to
say which scared him because he started pacing. “Now, I’m gonna need you to say
somethin’. I can’t have you bein’ quiet. My heart’s just beatin’ outta my chest
right about now…”
“You’ve always been one of my favorites,” you admit.
“So, you’re sayin’ you like me too, huh?”
“Maybe…a little,” you tease.
“Hey there, don’t go hurtin’ my feelings.” He seemed to be
feeling a lot better now that he had told you what he needed to tell you. “You
mind if I walk you back to your room?” He offers you his arm and you take it.
“Not at all, Jesse.”
“Before we go though, I gotta ask…who’s your other favorite
so I can rid of them as soon as possible?” He puts his free hand on his
Peacekeeper and you laugh.
“You’re a troublemaker.”
“I am but I reckon that’s why I’m your favorite.”
You nod your head in agreement. There was no use in denying
it any longer.
-There are so many changes that Keith isn’t ready for
-Starting new again
-Having to share a room with total strangers
-No longer being able to hang out with Hunk or Pidge
-But worse of all no longer being able to spend time with the man that makes his heart skip a beat
-Keith regrets never telling Lance how he feels, especially since he’s been friends with Lance since 3rd grade and developed feelings in 8th grade that have yet to disappear
-But he can’t tell Lance because it’s their last year and who knows if they’re going to the same school in the fall
-When it finally comes to applying they all find out that their number one school is Garrison because let’s face it they’re all interested in astrophysics
-Since they all applied they agree to open all their letters together
-And everyone gets in
-Everyone but the one person Keith really wanted to be there
-You see Lance got waitlisted
-He jokes around and claims he expected it while Hunk looks seconds away from tears
-Because as much as Keith likes to think he’s close with Lance, their friendship has nothing on the sibling like bond Hunk and Lance have
-Pidge is furious, they won’t say it but they are just glaring at the wall because Lance wasn’t accepted when he should have
-Meanwhile, Keith is just shocked, he thought that certainly Lance would be admitted in, now he really can’t tell Lance he likes him
-For a while things are kind of sad but then they get bad
-You see Shiro’s family are rich corporation owners
-So when Shiro is kidnapped it’s not that big of a surprise
-The problem is that the people who have taken Shiro as a captive haven’t asked for a ransom or shown any sign of life after the initial video taunting the family and through the tragedy of it all, Keith decides to save Shiro, but to do that he can’t be distracted by school
-Keith rejects Garrison
-Not even one day later Lance receives a phone call
-Lance and the others accept not knowing that Keith didn’t
-Keith doesn’t tell Lance about his crush on him, or better yet that he loves him
-With time Keith finds Shiro, and although Shiro lost his arm other than that he will be okay
-After celebrating Shiro’s return and the gangs admittance to Garrison(they still don’t know about Keith), Lance corners Keith
-In the sense that Keith had been avoiding him and well, Lance found a way to get Keith alone
-Lance then confesses that he loves Keith probably has for a long time and suddenly Keith can’t help it he just starts laughing hysterically
-Because man isn’t it ironic that the reason he didn’t tell Lance was because of college and the future and now that he isn’t even going to A college he learns that it’s mutual
-By the time Keith regain his composure and gets ready to say yes to Lance and just kiss him Lance is gone
-For days Keith tries to communicate with Lance but he always gets intercepted by Hunk
-At one point Hunk looked straight into Keith’s eyes and told him “Do you know the amount of courage and pep talks it took for Lance to be able to even believe your friendship wouldn’t be ruined by his confession ?!”
-Keith now feels like shit
-He ruined one of the best things in his life because he kept waiting, and when the other got tired of their little game he didn’t respond well
-Keith doesn’t want to give up but he has no idea what he can do to fix it and the next thing he knows the others are getting ready to start school
-Before they leave however, Pidge goes to Keith and tells him of how miserable Lance is and if he’s going to do something he needs to do it soon
-For once they leave, Lance may find it easier to move on
-Keith then rushes to Lance’s house to go apologize and tell him of his feelings only to learn that Lance already left without the others because he didn’t want to be there anymore
-So Keith drives all the way the way to the Garrison, and finds his way to Lance’s dorm room and knocks
-Lance opens the door, he looks awful, his face has broken out, his eyes no longer have the little sparkle, he looks exhausted and sad
-And that’s when Keith loses all ability to speak and just starts crying, Lance not wanting to cause a big scene ushers Keith into his room
-After crying inconsolably for a good 5 minutes, Keith starts to ramble, spilling out all his feelings and confessing one thing after another
-From rejecting the Garrison to loving Lance since he was 13 years old
-By the end he just looks up at Lance and just begs for Lance to give him another chance
-And then the next thing he know Lance is kissing him
—a school year later—-
-After everything that happened with the Garrison, Keith decided to go to the local community college for his freshman year and then to transfer to the Garrison
-Keith is accepted the second time as well
-While moving into his new dorm room he finds hands snaking around his hips
-It’s Lance going for a kiss
-Keith is happy that he’s in Garrison with all his friends and the man that makes his heart skip a beat
-And if in a few days they are known as the cutest item, Keith will neither agree or deny taking part in spreading the accurate information
Hi!! Congrats on your 700 followers!! Yaayy!! Can I request the 7th character prompt where the reader falls into ice cold water and Bucky has to strip them both naked for warmth cuz he has a crush on her and can't lose her? 💟💟💟
Thank you hun! I hope this is ok because I’ve never really done lil ficlets before so here we go
“After falling into ice-cold water, Character B is shivering and Character A takes off their shirt and does skin-to-skin contact, trying to keep calm because Character B is their crush and cannot die”
“No Steve, I’m taking her to the safe house, at this rate she’ll get hypothermia,” Bucky growled through his earpiece as he fast walked through the snow, carrying the shivering mass in his arms. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll check in later, can’t talk much right now.”
He kicked the door open to the safe house cabin and gently set Y/N down on the couch, closing the door firmly and locking it up before he did a quick scan of the safe house to make sure it was clear. His heart cracked when his eyes landed on the still dripping, trembling girl.
“S-s-s-sor-sorry B-bucky-y,” she choked out, a massive tremor wracking her body.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, you didn’t do nothing wrong,” he murmurs, going and grabbing any and all blankets he could find in the cabin. He wraps one tightly around her before he makes quick work of the fire place, building a steady fire. But she wasn’t warming up. Bucky started to wring his hands, he was running out of options.
“Doll, we’re gonna have to do some things to get you warm okay,” he said softly, crouching in front of her, taking her hands and rubbing them between his hands and blowing against them. Bucky thinks she might have nodded but honestly she was trembling too hard for him to really tell. He stood and started by stripping off his tactical gear and then his shirt and pants until he stood in his boxers before her.
If Bucky was completely honest with himself, he was pretty sure she started blushing, he could see her eyes widen slightly and her mouth opened, lips trembling like she was trying to speak but she was shivering too hard to really say anything. Bucky only felt a little bit sorry for what he had to do next.
“Ok darlin’, come on, now you,” he coaxed, gently stripping her of her soaked catsuit, peeling the freezing fabric off her and tossing it to the side. Bucky scooped her up, ignoring that she was bare except for her panties, and cradled her against his chest as he settled on the couched, draping all the blankets over her. “There we go.”
She trembled against him but he just chafed his flesh hand up and down her back, keeping his metal hand on her hip to make sure she didn’t just fall off of him with how hard she was shaking.
“That’s it doll, you’re gonna be okay,” he murmured, mostly for himself because he had been terrified when he’d heard her scream as she fell into the water. When he’d hauled her out and she couldn’t stop convulsing Bucky had panicked and gone into a bit of a tactical headspace just so he could focus on what needed to be done rather than panicking and fucking things up more.
But she was slowly warming back up, her trembling subsiding as the minutes passed by, now only shivering occasionally, her breathing stabilizing. She whimpered softly.
“H-hurts,” she whined as the feeling started to come back into her limbs. Bucky gave her a small squeeze, hands running down her arms, rubbing gently to get the blood working again.
“I know, darlin’, m’sorry,” he murmured. She huffed and buried her face in his neck, letting Bucky rub the warmth back into her until she was calm against him, both of them warm beneath the blankets. Bucky’s flesh fingers just gently ran up and down her back, feeling her soft skin, listening to her sigh.
He hummed and gave her hip a squeeze, eyes clenching shut when she squirmed in response, more aware of how naked they both were.
How would the guys react when they've been stressing about confessing to their crush, but they end up beating them to it and confessing to the boys instead?
haAAAAA get rekt
Noctis: His jaw drops, and his face flares up into a bright shade of red. He grumbles something under his breath and looks down to rub the back of his neck. “N…No, no, I’m not put off or anything, I’m… I’m really happy, because… I like you, too.” Needing to break the tension, he shoves their shoulder a little bit and groans, “Ah, c’mon, I was stressing over this and you just come out and say it? Who do you think you are?!” Noctis puts an arm around them and pulls them close anyway. “Jeez. If you knew, you could’ve said something.”
Ignis: He struggles to make any sounds for a solid ten seconds, his mouth opens and closes a few times like a stunned fish. “I… I’m happy to hear you feel that way towards me. I think the exact same of you,” he says once he’s over his initial shock. Ignis sighs loudly and runs a hand down his face. “To think I was fretting so ridiculously over telling you how I felt, and for you to utterly beat me in timing… I’m a fool.” He coughs and reaches for their hand to interlace their fingers. “…Consider this payback.”
Gladio: He blinks once, twice, then stares for a few seconds before pulling them to him in an elated hug. “So you did feel the same. What a relief.” He has to admit, he feels awkward being the one worrying so much over how to confess when his crush seemed to do so with such ease. He rubs the back of his neck. “You caught me off guard there, but I was planning on telling you, too. Can’t believe you beat me to it.” Honestly, once the initial embarrassment passes, it doesn’t bother him much. He just holds them and sighs contently.
Prompto: He’d probably work up the courage to start to say something, but amidst all his nervous stuttering his crush would go ahead and blurt out their feelings for him. “I- wait, what? Wha? Huh? Me? You, like me? Like, like like? Wait, but I was gonna- that’s my line!” He’d curl up into a defensive ball and hide his face with both hands. “Ugh, come on! I was gonna be the first one to say it anyway, why’d you have to interrupt? I mean, hell yeah I’ll still date you, but dammit, I’m so lame!” he cries. He’d need some comforting later, but at the end of the day he’s still light-headed and happy.
It wasn’t exciting, it was tedious, and it could be utterly ridiculous. (Some authors choose certain names because they like them, not because they are trying to insert some secret meaning!) But what he hated most of all was how unstraightforward it all was. There was no one “right” answer, and a lot of things depended on personal opinion. Alfred hated that. He was a math and science guy, and he liked things to be clear-cut and concise
The only reason he was taking LitAnalysis301 was because he needed the credits to graduate. Alfred wished he got his credits out of the way last year, but instead he spent his freshman year of college exploring fields and majors. If only he’d hadn’t been so stupid.
And of course it didn’t help that he took the class at eight am. Damn it for being the only time left.
Alfred was doodling as the professor entered the room. At least the professor’s cute. Professor Arthur Kirkland was a man of a small stature, with sandy blond hair and really thick eyebrows, large enough to be the cause of a nickname. He had piercing emerald eyes that stared right through you, and he was British, making many swoon with his accent.
(If he were being honest, it made Alfred swoon a bit as well.)
Professor Kirkland cleared his throat. “I hope you all did the reading last night, because you will all be writing an essay on your findings. Due in 3 days. Futhermore, turn to page 367 in your textbooks….”
Alfred complied, trying not to get too distracted. The class wasn’t too difficult, being as mostly freshmen took it, however, Professor Kirkland was so enchanting that Alfred often found himself captivated in his mannerisms and the musicality of his voice rather than what he was saying. It didn’t help that it seemed like Professor Kirkland gazed at him more than the other students either.
However, Alfred felt guilty. He was loathe to admit it, but he had a crush on his english professor. A guy wayyy older than him. He was gross.
Alfred couldn’t help it! Kirkland was way too cute for his own good: the way his eyebrows scrunched up when he was grading, his snarkiness, his passion, the way his eyes lit up when he was teaching something he was excited about, his sorry attempts at jokes, the way he tried to lighten the mood when he could tell everyone was having a bad morning, his gruffiness, his laughter, his rare smile that made Alfred’s heart melt.
Alfred knew he shouldn’t, but he found every excuse to spend time with the man one-on-one. He would take longer than necessary getting his materials packed up, he would stay after class to ask about things that he actually had no trouble with, and he would attend all the events Kirkland suggested, (would also attend) even if they weren’t required.
He just tried his damn best to impress him. Alfred would answer questions in class, lead discussions, try to show how much of a leader and a good person he was, do all his homework, and spend all-nighters writing perfect essays.
And for what? It seemed like it was for nothing. Kirkland never really noticed Alfred, barely even saying “well done” on his near perfect essays. Near perfect! By Kirkland standards! A feat practically impossible to achieve!
So against his better judgements, (and his best friend Kiku’s very cautious warnings and ill-advisement) Alfred bought roses (Kirkland’s favorite, he did his research) and marched up to Kirkland one day after class.
“Uh, Professor Kirkland?” Alfred blushed slightly, nervously shuffling his feet.
He knows my name! Holy fuck- calm down Jones, you can do this. Alfred took a deep breath and shoved the roses at the Brit’s face. “I really like you!” Smooth, Jones.
The professor blushed, accepting the roses and setting them down. “Jones-”
“Please, it’s Alfred.”
“Alfred then, listen I’m touched, but-”
Alfred interrupted him. “Yes I know I’m disgusting, I’m 20 and you’re probably almost double my age and I shouldn’t have a crush on you but I do because you’re amazing and funny and I hate English and Literature but I like you, and-”
“Alfred please, listen to me.” Alfred raised his head, ashamed. Kirkland put his hand on Alfred’s cheek. “I’m not disgusted by you, I mean sure it’s a little unconventional, but I’m in no place to talk, seeing as I, uh, rather fancy you too-” he was cut off by Alfred’s lips crashing into his, which he promptly responded to. After they broke away from each other, Alfred was grinning ear to ear, and Arthur had a light blush on him as well. However, his expression still became more serious
“Alfred, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think we can see each other. And let me finish!” Arthur said, seeing that Alfred’s mouth had started to open. “It’s not that I don’t like you, and the age difference isn’t a problem, I’m only 24. Yes, I know, surprising. But I’m your teacher. You’re my student. It wouldn’t be right.”
Alfred wanted to say many things. He wanted to say that who cared. He wanted to say that they could be careful. He wanted to say that if they just weren’t caught that they could work. But Alfred knew deep in his heart that Arthur was right. They couldn’t. He sighed. “You’re right.”
I’m so sorry-”
“But what if I wasn’t your student! After this class. I wouldn’t be your student. We could date then, couldn’t we?
“I suppose we could…”
“We can! I’ll wait for you.”
Arthur smiled. Alfred grinned back.
“Now I know why you seemed to always stare at me.”
Arthur blushed. “I-I-I- hoped you wouldn’t notice! I was that obvious?” Alfred chuckled, nodding. “I couldn’t help it! You’re too captivating.” Arthur smacked his chest. “You see I wanted to give you full marks on your papers, but I have a reputation to uphold.
Alfred shook his head. “Understandable.”
“I noticed, you know.”
Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Noticed what?”
“How you tried your best to spend time with me.“ It was Alfred’s turn to blush.
“It was cute.” Arthur gave him a peck on the cheek.
Eventually they exchanged numbers, both heading their separate ways. In class, nothing changed. But in reality, they texted and called and hung out as friends, but nothing more. Not until Alfred was done with that that class, where upon the first day he could, he kissed Arthur hard on the lips, who responded by putting his arms around Alfred.
“Shall we make up for all the time we missed?” Alfred smiled, gazing into Arthur’s eyes, still as beautiful as ever.
“Of course love. I’m tired of waiting.”
@aphamericanhero sUBMITTED ME THIS AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I KNOW U KNOW THAT ALREADY BUT IM GONNA SAY IT AGAIN THAT I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS FIC
THIS IS SO GOOD OH MY GODDDD ITS SO CUTE IM A SUCKER FOR TEACHER X STUDENT AUs ILY AAAAAAAA
When Emma finally feels like she can pull back (just a little) from the rib-crushing embrace they’ve been wrapped in, it’s only to tilt her head up to look at his beautiful, wonderful face again. It’s streaked with tears, matching the tracks on her own, and they both giggle shakily at each other, a few more drops escaping to slide down each of their cheeks. Caught in the dizziness of laughter and crying and overwhelming joy at feeling his body, solid and firm and real against hers, she sniffles a little bit and his lip trembles even through the ridiculously wide grin stretched across his whole face.
And then she’s on him again, lips meeting and hands shifting to clutch tufts of black hair at the back of his neck. His hands slide up to grasp her jaw, thumbs rubbing circles along her cheekbones as their mouths greet each other again and again and again. Every tiny bit of longing and loneliness they’ve felt over the past few days (god, has it only been days?) is eked out in the silent conversation of their tongues curling against one another and she can hardly breathe for the love she feels pressing in on her chest.
They have to stop kissing to draw breath, but their foreheads remain pressed against each other, hands splayed over each other’s jaws. Every inch of the realms between them has been crossed and they are both utterly incapable of letting each other go now that they have finally found one another again.
She can feel his hot breath puffing out against her lips and she feels tears spilling over again, even as her mouth curls into a smile. Pressing her lips right against his, she mumbles into his mouth.
“You really have to stop trading your ship for me.”
So your tags fuckin kill me, especially the ones about Eskimo kisses. Can u elaborate on Isak x Even Eskimo kisses and why they make you all fuzzy? I'd love to hear your thoughts
HELLOOOOOO MY LOVE!!!
Okay I’ve had this ask sitting in my inbox for a couple of days, because, I really wanna commit myself 100% to when I answer this, and answer it as … fully as I can, because, yes, you’re right. Their eskimo kisses make me all fuzzy. They’re probably my most favourite thing about them. This may get long? But urm … yeah, I need to explain.
Eskimo kissing, honestly, is normally, majority of the times, passed off as “just another trivial act of affection and love”, in most cases. It’s given a moment of appreciation where people go “AWW!! That’s cute!!”, and then … that’s it. You move on. It’s never really dwelled upon that much. In short, what I mean to say is, eskimo kissing is super underrated.
But Even and Isak make it … much, MUCH more than that. They have it be this constant running theme between them, one that never drops midway through the season once they become more sexually/physically close. It remains. It stays. It sticks. Even until the very, very last scene of the season, it stays.
Now, I don’t know if … it was scripted? Or if Henrik and Tarjei simply improvised it, but … once they had their very first, proper, eskimo kiss in episode 5, where Even and Isak spend the whole weekend in bed, after their first kiss, it’s been an ongoing Thing. Never edited out. Always being there, incorporated.
What Even and Isak bring into their eskimo kisses is intimacy. Intimacy on a whole other level. And it’s amazing, just how they showed that level of intimacy right from episode 5, when they’re both lying in bed that weekend, and they become, for the first time, physically close to one another. It instantly becomes so much more intimate, when Isak rubs his nose against Even’s, and Even waits to see what Isak is doing, whilst Isak is simply allowing him to bask in that feeling of being in the arms of a boy. In the arms of THAT boy that he’s felt so MUCH for. In the arms of Even. And Even smiles. He SMILES when he realises what Isak is doing, because … he’s already head over heels for Isak, but here is this boy, who just wants the smallest of touches, the simple feeling of pleasure you get when you are this close to someone you’ve been crushing on for so long, that you can finally lie in bed and brush noses, and the outside world doesn’t matter. And Even reciprocates it back. That, yeah, I feel that too, Isak. I feel that too.
Yes, it’s cute. Yes, it’s adorable. But I find it also being EXTREMELY intimate. In fact, even more intimate than their actual kisses. Why? Because their eskimo kisses aren’t just used “when they kiss”, they don’t just eskimo kiss then. They eskimo kiss in other times too: in times where they want to comfort each other, or start a conversation with each other. It’s their direct, first point of contact.
Case in point: In episode 5, before Even asks Isak “So, what do you think your parents would say if we began dating?”, there’s a small, private, intimate moment between them 2, where Even brushes his nose against Isak’s, then bites his bottom lip and looks down, in apprehension for what he’s about to ask Isak (because he KNOWS how big of a deal this is to Isak and him). Isak senses that Even’s … nervous … and Isak then brushes his nose against Even’s. And that’s when Even works up the courage and takes a breath in, and asks Isak the question.
And again, in episode 8, when Isak says “Only you can feel what you feel”, Even instantly brushes his nose against Isak, again, comforting him, making it a point of contact, before he tells Isak, “And I haven’t felt anything, quite like this, ever.” It’s SO … private. JUST for them.
Again, in O Helga Natt, what’s the FIRST thing they do? Isak walks up to Even, and he brushes his nose against Even’s, and then traces his nose against Even’s cheek. It’s SO fucking intimate. It’s SUCH a private moment. It’s literally … their first point of contact and communication. No words, just a way of them telling each other, “Hey, we don’t have to speak, but I’m here, ready to listen, when you’re ready to talk. In the meantime, let’s do something we’re both familiar with.”, and they brush their noses against one another.
In episode 10, during Minutt for Minutt, that last bit, where Isak brushes his nose against Even’s. It’s a sign of Comfort. Warmth. Safety. Intimacy. It’s so much more than just being “another physical symbol of love”, it speaks it’s own language. And Even’s deep long breaths that you can hear him take during that bit show him wanting to feel safe, and feeling safe, feeling somewhat content that he has Isak there, and that he’s taking in all this familiarity, this warmth, that Isak’s giving him.
Even in the last scene of the season, before Sana walks in on them, AGAIN, there is this CONSCIOUS moment, where they both eskimo kiss. But here, it’s Even now providing Isak with some courage, with some calm, because even though Isak said to Even that he doesn’t find it awkward meeting Even’s Mum, so as long as Even’s smiling, and wearing clothes, that things will be chill then, Even still knows just how frightened Isak was that night when Even had his episode. Even can still feel the after effects, hear it in the way Isak’s voice became so serious, even if he was saying it light heartedly. And it’s Even that says, “I promise I’ll wear clothes”, but it’s so much more than that? That’s Even saying to Isak that, I know somedays it’s won’t be easy, and I’m sorry that I scared you as much as I did, but know that … I do love you. Know that, I’m still me. Know that, when you get scared, I can feel it. Know that, I want to soothe your worries and comfort you too, just like how you do with me. We can be that for each other. And then Even goes ahead and brushes his nose against Isak’s, for good measure, a visual, physical measure, to once again show that their eskimo kisses are a sign of comfort. It’s intimate. So intimate, that Sana walks in on them doing THAT, instead of having her walk in on them kissing. They could have EASILY shown Sana walk in on them kissing, but she didn’t. Why? Because their eskimo kisses ARE that much more intimate, and she walked in on THAT, and her fond laughter shows that she too realised she walked in on a very private moment between them 2.
And, well, if that doesn’t make me feel all fuzzy, and warm, and safe … then what will?