62 Degrees North
written by MeropeMerope
Isak/Even | Rating: E
A Faroes Island AU
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Chapter 6:
Sometimes when Isak is working, seemingly lost in thought as he sands down one of the new pilasters or cuts two wood pieces to the same length, there's a sudden change to his movements, a sharp intake of breath, and then he turns around and looks for me.
The first time it happens, he is kneeling at the foot of the stairs. He's been pulling on his unwashed hair all day. There's wood dust smeared on his forehead where he must have rubbed the skin with the back of his hand, and there's more of it clinging to the little gilt hairs on his arms. For reasons unknown, he's only wearing one sock.
He's so lovely.
The moment his gaze finds me, he swallows and the tightness around his mouth softens. He gives me a small smile. It stays on his face as he turns back to his work.
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with art by @peacestew ✨
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Keep Me Warm
Chapter one - For the Best
“Hi again,” Even says when they’re standing in front of each other, his words instantly dissolving into the booming music.
“Hi.” The guy tilts his head up, smiling, then slightly leans forwards. “I’m Isak.”
“Even.”
“Eivind?” Isak frowns, somehow seeming to know that it doesn’t sound quite right.
Even shakes his head, then leans in in turn, closer than Isak has just before, close enough that he can bring his lips to his ear, almost brushing his skin. “Even,” he repeats.
When he pulls back, he sees Isak’s eyelids flutter for a second, his long lashes casting frail shadows onto his cheekbones. He nods and repeats the name to himself. It’s too low for Even to hear him over the music, but he can see by the movement of his lips that Isak got it right this time.
Summary :
This was supposed to be a simple story.
Boy meets boy in a club on a Friday night.
Boys laugh and dance, boys kiss, boys crave each other. And they agree that their story won’t mean any more than that.
But feelings have the unfortunate habit of getting in the way. So when a one night stand turns into a whole weekend and passionate embraces make way for shared confessions, Even thinks this might begin to look like a love story.
Isak doesn’t seem to feel that way.
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A story written for the @skambigbang 2023, featuring gorgeous art by my most lovely and talented partner @chioink 💖
Three chapters, posting Fridays (rated E)
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DONDERDAG 31/12/2022 - 21:21 - Sander kneels in front of him and takes the small box from his pants pocket, which he deftly opens with his thumb. He pulls out the ring, takes Robbe's hand without breaking eye contact, slips it onto Robbe’s ring finger. "Marry me, Robin!"
MAANDAG 06/11/2023 - 02:10 - "Sander, do you know it's almost 06:00? If we don't get some sleep we'll be really wiped out." "You're right. Thanks for staying up with me tonight, Robin."
"It couldn't have been any other way, we're not made to be separated. See you at the ceremony, San." "I can’t wait. Good night Robbe." "Good night Sander."
Ever since I started writing fan fiction with Sander and Robbe the main ship, I have always dreamed of writing one in which they are being married. I spent countless hours imagining this moment, their emotions, their looks, their thoughts, wishing to virtually accompany them to this imagined wedding. SKAM Big Bang gave me the opportunity to finally be able to fulfill this wish.��
My worry was always that I would write something banal, that I would lack sufficient emotional exploration. Sander and Robbe are by far the ship I love most of all the SKAM remakes, and they deserve a fairytale wedding. I hope I succeeded in my goal. Only you can tell me with your comments.
Since this story is the continuation of a parallel, their witnesses are Isak and Even, who support and help them like two guardian angels. I must thank Viola_Player1 for her contribution in the Evak parts and avignonscat for being our precious beta.
I look forward to the next chapter, get your tissues ready. I cried so much in writing it and I hope to move you in the same way.
We encourage those who have not yet done so to read the previous two parts in this series first (Yellow Curtains: ‘A Safe Place In All Universes’ and ‘The Parallels’)
Thank you all for the wonderful support in reading this story and leaving comments and kudos.
(We can be found on Tumbler at annadriesen2121 / Paralleluniversesfan and on Instagram at anna_driesen2121 / Viola_Player1)
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I Wanna Love You 'Till We're Food for the Worms to Eat - Arthur Broussard Imagine (SKAM France)
Title: I Wanna Love You 'Till We're Food for the Worms to Eat
Pairing: Arthur Broussard X Reader
Based On: Everywhere, Everything
Word Count: 1,047 words
Warning(s): mentions of being overwhelmed
Summary: (Y/n) and Arthur were almost attached at the hip. What they saw as friendship was seen very differently by everyone around them. It took years for them to even consider that there may be more between them.
Author's Note: It has been so long since I've written for this character. I've been saying that a lot lately, haven't I?
STICK SEASON - NOAH KAHAN WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST
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I had mixed feelings about lying in silence with my thoughts.
There were times when it would be great. A time to sort through any confusion or anger. I could find my way through all sorts of problems that way.
Other times were hell. When problem-solving became fixating and I found myself dwelling on mistakes I had made. I didn't have any power over whatever stress I had.
I heard my phone buzzing. It was a collection of texts. I didn't want to answer it. As much as I despised the silence at that moment, the idea of having to explain myself made me sick to my stomach.
My phone stopped for a little while. And then, I heard someone knocking on my door. I groaned a bit, running my hands over my face.
My phone buzzed a few moments later.
It didn't take much for me to realize the sounds were connected. I reached over and checked the message.
Arthur: I'm at your door. Let me in.
I unlocked my phone and looked over the texts that he had sent me.
It was a mix of questions about if I was okay and messages about how he was going to stop by. I knew why he was worried. I had ignored him through the end of the day. It was wrong, I knew that. I had just been so stuck in my thoughts that it didn't really click until I got home.
Another message came through and I finally relented, sighing and pushing myself off my bed.
I paused right by the door, handing resting on the doorknob for a moment before pulling the door open. Arthur paused whatever message he was frantically typing when he heard the door open.
"There you are," he said, stepping forward and hugging me.
I expected a thousand questions surrounding what had happened and why I ignored him. I was already preparing answers in my mind, hoping to avoid the additional stress in the long run.
But as I hugged him back, there was only one question, "Are you okay?"
I stepped back slowly, nodding to him.
He closed my front door as I walked over to my couch and sat down. He sat down next to me, frowning a bit at my silence.
"Do you want to talk about it," he asked. I shook my head. "Okay."
"Sorry," I muttered. I ran my hands over my face again. "It's just... it's been a long week. I needed time to myself. I thought I did... it didn't help much."
I always did that. Withdrew when I got overwhelmed. Part of why Arthur was my best friend was because he seemed to fight it. He got too worried to leave me on my own unless I asked. Even then he would send me messages to check in every couple of hours.
I remember my friends digging into that pattern. They would constantly say that there was so much more there than there was. Arthur was my friend. My best friend. And that was all there was to it.
And that was all I would tell them.
"Is there anything you need," Arthur asked. I shook my head. "Are you sure? I could make you something. Or just get some water-"
"Arthur," I touched his arm. "I'm alright."
He slowly nodded and relaxed a bit more.
I grinned a bit.
I wouldn't really mind having more with him. I had thought about it more than I would care to admit. It wouldn't be all that different. Just more affectionate. My skin would sometimes feel like it was begging for someone to just hold me. Having that be Arthur, someone that I knew and cared about, would be the best-case scenario.
Without much thought, I shifted so my head was resting on Arthur's shoulder. He reached out and touched my knee. Silent support when I needed it.
I'm not sure how long we sat there. I just knew the longer we did, the more certain I was that I didn't mind going through such rough moments if Arthur was waiting on the other side of them. I looked at the hand on my leg. I wanted to reach out and intertwine our fingers. I was just too scared to do it.
So, I forced myself to keep my hands in my lap. I picked at the skin around my nails instead of holding his hand like I wanted to.
"Thank you," I mumbled. "For showing up. You didn't have to do that."
"Yes, I did," he replied. I moved my head, so my chin was resting on his shoulder.
"Why?"
He hummed.
"Why did you have to?"
"Because I care about you," he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I want to know that you're okay. Take care of you."
I grinned to myself.
I moved back a bit. I shifted enough that I could be face-to-face with him. He grinned at me softly. I took a moment to let my eyes bounce around his face; from eyes to cheekbones to nose to forehead to lips.
I took a deep breath before leaning forward and pressing my lips to his.
It was short and sweet and awkward. I started pulling back almost as soon as Arthur started kissing me back. He blinked at me slowly, seemingly stunned by what I had done. I bit back a chuckle at his expression.
"Woah," he muttered.
I couldn't hold back the chuckle at that one.
"Would it sound stupid to say that I've been waiting for years to do that," he asked.
I shook my head. "No... because I have been too."
He smiled at me before leaning over and kissing me again. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I kissed him back. It was like the air around us settled. I hadn't even noticed any tension or awkwardness, but I suddenly felt more relaxed. Like pieces of a puzzle were finally coming together to show the bigger picture.
I knew right then that I could spend forever like that. In that state of happiness. Of loving and being loved.
And I allowed myself to believe that Arthur thought that too.
Silence didn't need to be spent alone anymore.
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