Heres my MCU discourse, Chris Evans is like, just decent looking, definitely not as attractive as people make him out to be and definitely not something to write home about, he’s like, a 7? maybe? if that
People actually expect me to believe that if you throw a group of only one sex inside a fucking maze with no memories, no social, cultural or religious discourses forced upon them, no outside influences of any kind for years and years with only each other to grow close too, trust, survive with, protect, build with, bond with etc.
That eVERY SINGLE ONE WOULD END UP STRAIGHT??????!??!!
“you are,” and he says it with a heft of a huff. “stop wiggling!”
even’s shoulders droop his body down, head drip-dropping back onto the nest of pillows isak has propped up behind him.
“it looks like it’s already bruising.”
he says again, carefully, with the corner of his lips twitching in the smile, “isak-”
“are we sure it’s not..? it looks bad,” and when he glances up, his eyebrows are worried furrows, cheeks a chalky pale. he sounds exasperated, but looks oh so concerned, and his fingertips are so gentle where they smooth the cloth-wrapped bag of frozen peas to even’s twisted ankle.
even just rolls his eyes. drama. “i’m fine. baby, i’m not gonna break.”
“you’re never dancing again.”
he flops a hand up, stabs the air in mock protest. “nei! i’ll never stop danc-”
“and especially not in socks on the wooden floors - what were you thinking?”
there’s a moment.
and then, he can’t help it. the laugh springs open in his lungs, bubbles up right out of him. and when it hits the air, fills the air, isak, oh, isak tries to narrow his eyes sharp and baleful at him, he really tries to, but. well.
they’re sitting lopsided on the bed holding frozen vegetables to even’s foot because he slipped and fell in his socks while dancing, and suddenly, that’s the funniest thing that’s happened all week and isak can hardly breathe through the hiccups of laughter his body is shivering loose from him.
shaking his head, he crawls up the bed. settles in even’s lap with one knee on either side of his hips snug.
“you’re so stupid,” but he’s grinning.
even slips his hands under the hem of his t-shirt to hold his waist gently, and he kisses the words to his lips: “i’m your stupid, though.”
and isak- he hugs him in, and he kisses him back, and he promises, “you are.”