is that their name

anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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It has just occurred to me that we don’t know Roy’s middle name, which could mean one of two things:

1. He doesn’t have one

2. It’s the stupidest name anyone’s ever heard, and Roy keeps it a secret so that nobody makes fun of him

Prompt from kimberlyhartz: could you write kim being the track star (or cheerleader for canon’s sake) and trini being the girl on the bleachers??

Trini dropped her bag next to her on the bleachers and sat down with a huff, staring out at the students stretching their muscles before they’d begin warmups. Her eyes automatically sought out Kim, who could be spotted from a mile away in her bright pink tank top. Trini shook her head as she remembered the conversation they’d had about the Pink Ranger joining the track team.

Well, it was actually less of a conversation and more of Kim just telling them all that she was doing it no matter what.

“What about your powers?” Trini said. “You can run circles around those track geeks and not even break a sweat.”

“I’ll hold back,” Kim replied. After a moment of uneasy silence from her friends, she’d said, “Look, I’m not doing cheerleading anymore and my parents are getting on my case about extracurricular activities and how good they look on college applications and all that shit. They’re basically forcing me to do this and track’s the only team that’ll take me after that whole…naked picture fiasco.”

“I still don’t like it,” Jason chimed in. “You could easily slip up.”

“Well how about Trini comes to practice with me.”

“Excuse me?” Trini crossed her arms.

“That way one of you can keep an eye out and let me know if I need to tone it down or not.”

“Why am I the one that gets volunteered for this?” Trini asked.

“Because I’d much rather have you there watching me than any of the boys. No offense, guys.”

“How do you know I don’t have other things to do after school?”

Kim gave her a look. “Trin…you never do anything after school.” Deciding to change her tactics, Kim changed her expression into a pout. “C’mon, it’ll just be for, like, the next few months. When the year ends I’ll just tell my parents I tried, but didn’t like it. That should get ‘em off my back.”

“I guess there’s really no harm in it,” Zack said. “As long as it’s only for a couple months.”

Trini shook her head and sighed. “Fine. I’ll go to your stupid practices and make sure you don’t fuck up.”

Kim grinned and pulled her in for a bone-crushing hug as Trini tried to ignore the fluttering feeling that stirred in her stomach.

So here she was, five minutes into “Kimberly Watch” and was already bored out of her mind. Trini stared at Kim as the other girl bent over and touched her toes, back facing her. Inadvertently, Trini’s eyes strayed just below the waist and locked onto Kim’s ass, clad in tiny running shorts that also made her legs look like they went on for miles.

Initially, she didn’t notice that Kim had straightened up and turned her head to look over at her sitting on the bleachers. When she finally realized that Kim was looking at her, Trini’s eyes snapped to her face and took in the smirk that was firmly fixed there.

Shit, she totally caught her staring at her ass. But…did Kim…like it? Because her reaction certainly seemed that way. But then again, maybe Kim was just one of those girls who knew she was hot and liked the attention. But then again Trini knew for a fact that she wasn’t one of those girls. Sure, Kim knew she was good-looking, but she hated it when people stared at her like she was a piece of meat. She was more than just looks, you know.

So why did she seem to like catching Trini staring at her?

Fuck, Kim confused her. Sometimes it felt like Kim was flirting with her. She’d constantly be touching her: an arm thrown around Trini’s shoulders, her head laying in Trini’s lap. For fuck’s sake, they would even cuddle whenever they’d sneak into one another’s rooms in the middle of the night. Did that mean Kim actually might…like her or was she just blowing everything out of proportion? It didn’t help that Trini had the biggest crush on her, but wasn’t Kim straight?

Trini watched as Kim laughed at something some tall, dark, and handsome guy said. She laid down on the ground and he grabbed her foot, helping her to raise it up and stretch it out. Trini felt the burning sting of jealousy and insecurity flare up inside her. Crestfallen, she leaned back against the bench above her and popped in her earbuds, turning the music up as loud as her eardrums could handle.

Yeah, she had to be wrong. There was no way a girl like Kimberly Hart would ever go for a girl like Trini Gomez.