#christoffer schistad oneshot

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Hi! I could see some skam og related themes on your profile before, but it’s not there anymore. I was still wondering if I could request a Chris Schistad one-shot for Christmas? Ik it’s way past Christmas. 😳 So you don’t have to if you don’t want to. But if you do, I’d also be very happy if you could make it more melancholic? If it’s not too much to ask for that is? And Ik that sounded a bit weird. 😅

ᗩ/ᑎ: 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝙺𝙰𝙼, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚢’𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 13𝚝𝚑. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝… 𝚃𝚋𝚑, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐. (>//<) 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. *<<<<=

ᔕYᑎOᑭᔕIᔕ: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠. 𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝.

ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᗴᖇᔕ: 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝙲

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Simply put: neither was Chris the one to keep his mouth shut when necessary. And who could blame him? Being raised in a household where your father would constantly shout at you for being naive and a mother who couldn’t put in a word during these situations does that to one.

And unfortunately did these small, maybe even insignificant, details have a huge impact on his normal school days. Well… Rather said, days in kindergarten.

Let’s just say that if you were to ever visit their local and meet a kid with literal sparkles in their eyes, that would not be him. Neither would he be that sulking kid, sitting at the corner of the room. No. In fact, he would do the exact opposite. Standing there, mocking the crying child for such a pathetic display of weakness. Because that’s how he’s been raised.

One small part of him did indeed envy those who had a normal childhood, being able to indulge in their naiveness and childish fantasies. However, there was also a part of him that thanked his father for saving him the embarrassment of looking like a complete idiot.

It didn’t mean that his mother wasn’t trying to save his so-called “Christmas Spirit” behind her husband’s back, by leaving presents under the Christmas tree. Though he couldn’t help but iternally cringe at her naiveness for not realizing how painfully obvious she was about her deeds.

Frankly, things seemed to have only gone better when he entered the stage of puberty. Obviously because he reached that age, where nobody believed in Santa anymore. That was also the time when he met his best friend William Magnusson. The two, however, did not get along straight away.

At the beginning, Chris didn’t even think about befriending that snobby, self-centered, know-it-all, who considered himself way above average. The brunette wasn’t claiming that he was any better, but unlike William he actually acknowledged his own shortcomings. Or at least, so he liked to believe.

Despite how long the two knew each other, they only became friends at the beginning of high school. Which served due to their sudden shared interest in partying. It was also that year as Chris’s opinion about Christmas did a complete 180.

Fredag 13. desember 2013

It was a peculiar day, or rather said, evening, where Chris was standing at the counter next to William and his other Penetrator friends whilst drinking from his already half empty beer.

They were all laughing at some stupid joke Elias made, but Chris wasn’t really paying attention. He didn’t know why, but for some odd reason he did not feel the party that evening. Neither did he feel like drinking. And let’s just say that Christoffer Schistad and “not drinking” were rarely found in the same sentence. Realizing that this was not helping, he decided to go get some fresh air.

Slowly excusing himself from his group of friends, not missing the strange look William sent him which he still decided to ignore, he continued his way through the crowd towards the exit. As the cold winter breeze hit his face, he only now realized how much he was truly suffocating.

Minutes passed and soon his eyes fell upon a small figure not too far away. It was a young girl, probably his age. She had platinum blonde, shoulder long hair. She wore a long white dress with a red silk ribbon around her thin waist. But what caught his attention the most, or rather surprised him, was the fact that she was standing there completely barefoot.

He couldn't help but feel a flash of concern sinking in the pit of his stomach. Did something happen to her? She was dressed rather strangely. That one particular dress that girls wore during those Lucia parades at elementary school. Only difference was that she was way too old to be part of that.

Without realizing, he began slowly advancing towards her oblivious figure. And only as they became a few feet apart did she acknowledge his presence.

"Are you not freezing?"

He let out a small curse under his breath at the stupid question. Of course she was freezing! It was -5 degrees for f*ck’s sake! However, before he got the chance to say anything else, she spoke up.

“It’s really pretty outside, don’t you agree?”

She questioned him absentmindedly, watching the snowflakes fall from above. He looked at her stupidly, not really knowing how to respond. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally said.

“Did you get a brain-freeze or something?”

At first he felt like a total moron for responding like that. There were so many things that could’ve been said instead. Hell, he could even have flirted with her and would’ve felt less douchey. But then he heard slight humming coming from her side and noticed that she seemed to be the least bit offended.

They stood there quietly, which allowed him to cautiously observe her features. Her nose was slightly upturned, as were her icy blue eyes, with a feline shape, making her look like an arctic fox. His eyes began to slowly trail her shorter stature and he soon noticed just how unhealthily pale she was.

This caused him to bite his lower lip in thought as he brushed his hand through his brown locks. Should he take her to the hospital? He hadn’t drunk more than one beer and she seemed to be in quite poor condition. Then again, had she really needed it wouldn’t she request for it herself? If anything she seemed to be quite alright with current circumstances.

Though there was no guarantee she was in her right state of mind. Could it be that she was just in his imagination? Maybe he should just text William to come over so he can make sure that he’s not hallucinating.

He was about to fish up his phone from his pocket as he soon remembered that he had given it to Julian since the boy could not find his own. Which he now realised was a stupid thing to do since the blond was pretty drunk and would probably loose his as well.

Cursing under his breath once again he looked back at the strange girl who was already staring at him with curious eyes.

“Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?”

He inquired, nodding his head towards his black motorcycle without further explanation. He was pretty sure she’d understand his reasoning, though his conclusion appeared to be wrong as the girl still looked at him with a perplexed expression.

“Why? Isn’t the weather perfect today?”

Once again he was left dumbfounded, struggling to come up with an actual response. Which was plainly stupid, since it was her reasoning that lacked common sense and not his! Yet here he was, staring at her like a complete moron with his mouth hanging agape.

Finally gaining his senses he simply shook his head before responding. “You do realize it’s like -5 degrees and you’re standing here in a thin white dress as if it was a hot summer day!”

He couldn’t help but raise his voice at the end of the sentence. His left hand seemed to be brushing through his brown locks out of habit by now over all the frustration she was making him experience today. Why was he even having this conversation? This was so unlike him! Normally he would’ve just gone back to the party and forget this like one of those nonsensical dreams!

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Wait…

That’s it! This must be a dream! A very stupid, illogical dream! He’s very sure that if he’ll pinch himself hard enough then he’ll wake up and everything will turn to normal. With normal he was referring to the recent abnormalities regarding his behavior. Which were all probably due to his dream!

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Why was he still here?

Chris was groaning in frustration, deliberately ignoring her weirded out look as he continuously pinched himself, leaving red marks all over his creamy skin in the process.

“Whatever it is that you’re doing is obviously not working.”

His left eye twitched at her comment as he sent her a nasty glare. Her face remained impassive as he continued to assault his skin.

“You acting like this makes you look highly unattractive.” She commented, earning a look of bewilderment in return.

“May I remind you that you’re standing here on a cold December night in the middle of the street completely barefoot!”

He barked, obviously offended by her statement. Mostly because she clearly wasn’t the most adequate person and frankly not somebody who he’d like to receive such comments from. Getting even more annoyed by the unimpressed look she gave him.

“If you continue like this you can get a severe case of hypothermia!” He added in a more agitated tone.

“We always embrace summer by dressing up in light clothes and welcoming the warm weather. Don’t you think that winter deserves the same treatment?” She asked innocently, completely ignoring his previous outburst.

“It’s just a season.”

Chris answered with furrowed eyebrows, feeling them deepen at her exaggerated reaction. What the hell was she so offended about? She was acting as if he had just personally insulted her.

“How dare you! I do not remember receiving any presents in mid summer!” She exclaimed, her eyes narrowing as a cocky smirk graced upon his lips.

“You do realize Santa doesn’t exist, right?”

He teased, bringing his face closer to hers in an attempt of flustering her. But instead, receiving a cute pout as she sent him a challenging glare.

“Say that to his face, asshole!” She exclaimed, gaining a breathy laughter from the male, his brown eyes filling up with mischief.

“How old are you?” He asked rhetorically through tear stained eyes, trying to regain his composure from the earlier laughter.

“It doesn’t matter.”

She answered defiantly, not understanding that his question was in no need of an answer, which only earned yet another amused look from Chris.

He hummed slightly before speaking. “Well, you’ve clearly not grown out of kindergarten.”

This time it was her time to stare at him with her mouth hung agape, like a goldfish. And the brunette couldn’t help but feel slightly proud, noting all the frustration she made him go through just now. Especially since all he wanted to do was to help.

“No, but really. There can be some serious consequences if you don’t warm yourself up asap.”

He spoke, more firmly this time, in hopes of convincing her. Though, in his opinion there was nothing to argue about, since the answer was crystal clear. Much to Chris’s surprise, however, he did not need to persuade her further as she let out a defeated sigh.

“You’re very stubborn, y’know?”

The girl said, walking towards his motorcycle. Even though he did take offense in her comment, mostly because it sounded quite hypocritical coming from her. He still decided to brush it off, noting that she was not completely wrong, just plainly offensive.

“Where do you live?” He asked, turning on the engine before driving out of the parking lot.

“Heaven’s Gate building, street Straight to H*ll.”

He deadpanned in response, unwillingly letting out a snort at her answer. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he mimicked her previous unimpressed look before speaking.

“Can you try to be serious for at least five minutes?”

The male gave her a hopeful look, mentally cringing at how desperate he must’ve looked at that exact moment. However, by this point he was far too exhausted to care. Which was strange, since it wasn’t that late.

“That is all you’ll get from me.”

The platinum blonde stated, crossing her arms over her chest to emphasize her defiance. Now it was his time to let out a defeated sigh as he simply decided to drive her over to his place. He doubted his parents would miraculously appear there, so there was no particular reason for him to worry about how to explain the absurdity of this situation.

During the drive he couldn’t help but send small glances in the direction of her arms that were wrapped around his torso. He didn’t know why, but the feeling gave him a tingling sensation in his stomach.

The drive was approximately twenty minutes long and by the time they had finally arrived, it was already half past ten. His apartment was dark as the both of them entered in complete silence, nothing heard except for their footsteps.

Soon brightness enveloped the female’s vision as Chris had turned the lights on. White bare walls surrounding them as the platinum blonde took in the appearance of his home. Very modern, and simplistic, but still luxurious. His family was obviously quite wealthy if they could afford this.

“Would you prefer my bed or the couch?”

He questioned passively, waiting for the girl to snap out of her stupor. She tilted her head slightly whilst blinking owlishly before registering his words.

“Your bed.”

She stated as if it was obvious, earning an eye roll from the taller male. Without asking she went further into his apartment, but stopped as soon as she felt his gaze literally burning holes through her head. Which made her send him a questioning look in response.

“You’re not going to ask where it is?”

“I’ve got it all figured out.”

She proudly announced, finding his room with no problem as if this was her apartment and not his. He simply stared in the direction of his room, where she had now isolated herself in. Different kinds of thoughts evaded his mind, which he decided to shrug off as one of her oddities.

Lørdag 13. desember 2014

Once again, had he found himself in this situation. It seemed as if this was going to turn into a regularity by now. He wasn’t too sure why though. But at this point he had even considered just skipping out on each party that was held prior the Christmas holidays.

Only thing that made him reconsider was the fact that his friends would probably notice and start questioning his absence. This way, however, were they all far too drunk to even notice his sudden disappearance.

He wasn’t sure for how long he’s been walking by now. Neither did he acknowledge his own surroundings until he found himself deep inside the city park. He was not sure at which moment he had gone in the wrong direction, but figured it was not worth the trouble, nor the headache.

It was only when he saw a white figure swaying back and forth in the center of the open space as he stopped dwelling on his past activities. Getting closer he pressed his lips into a thin line as he recognised the person before him.

“Well look at that, she’s alive!” The male spoke dramatically, taking a swing beside his probable friend.

The female tilted her head towards him cutely, arching an eyebrow in the process. Without any further ado, they both continued to stare into the clear night sky. No words were spoken as Chris began to slowly sway his own swing back and forth, listening to the faint humming coming from his company.

He didn’t even try to convince her to wear something warmer, knowing his attempts would be futile. Accepting the fact that this was her way of embracing winter. Or was it treating it equally to summer? Whatever it was, he accepted it. But it didn’t stop him from throwing his own jacket at her.

“That was a pretty ungentlemanly thing to do.” He simply rolled his eyes at her inability to accept someone’s kindness.

“You’re going to freeze.” She added, ignoring the scoff that came from the male.

“That's rich coming from you.”

He retorted, finding this conversation completely ridiculous. The female merely shrugged at his obvious lack of conviction to her next response.

“The cold has no effect on me.”

The platinum blonde stated, throwing his jacket back to him, which caught Chris off guard. Albeit hesitant, he decided to leave her at that, understanding this would take him nowhere.

Soon the male felt his pocket vibrate, indicating that somebody had just sent him a message. The sudden light sparkling a certain surge of curiosity, as feline eyes trailed over to his phone screen. Without paying any mind to her prying look he began typing a response to the sender before sparing a small glance at the hour.

2.42 am

It was fairly late. Far too late for a teenage girl to be found deep inside the city park. Once again he began feeling concerned. Did she have problems at home? Why would she prefer to be here at such an hour, rather than home, safe?

“Won’t your parents get worried?”

“Won’t yours?” She retorted, earning a passive shrugg from the male.

Now that he thought of it, she did not seem keen on the idea of him driving her home during their previous encounter. Usually he wouldn’t care too much. But considering the fact that this is the second time he finds her in such attire, he figured something serious must be going on.

“You know it's impolite to just leave without saying goodbye, right?”

Rather than questioning her straightforwardly, he decided to carefully redirect their conversation, but not too far from his main target. Last year she must’ve surely gone home, right? Where else would she go? Unless she left in the morning?

Chris groaned in frustration. This was the second time the two interacted and each time she never failed to cause him a major headache.

“I didn’t have much of a choice.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her efficient ways to evade his questions, since this wasn’t her first time doing so. Not to mention, the answer was rather obvious, right? Her parents must’ve been really worried about her. But it didn’t explain her reasoning for leaving home, in practically nothing more but her nightgown. Which technically wasn’t a nightgown.

What confused him even more was that, unlike last year, it was way past midnight. Which made her words make even less sense. If she was in such a hurry then what about now? It didn't look like she was in any haste to leave. Then again, he could’ve misinterpreted it. Was he thinking too deeply into the subject? After all, she was just a stranger to him.

“Don’t you think it’s ironic how we ended up seeing each other only a whole year after we met without crossing paths?”

Chris commented absentmindedly whilst staring off into the distance. She only hummed in response, eyes closed, seemingly deep in thought.

“It was really lonely, y’know?”

She spoke up after a while, earning a confused look as a response to her sudden statement. Ignoring it, the blonde continued with her monologue.

“Not being able to speak with anyone, completely invisible… As if you were never there to begin with.”

They both sat there completely still, the only movement being their locks dancing alongside the passing wind. Chris placed his hand firmly atop of her smaller one as a form of reassurance.

“I saw you, but not even once did you notice me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, putting his whole attention to examining her expressionless face. No matter how much he tried to understand, nothing seemed to make her words sound more reasonable.

“Why didn’t you just walk up to me then?”

The male questioned. Though it appeared to come out a lot harsher than he had intended. “You’re the only one who can see me, but it only happens on peculiar days such as now and then.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

The female merely shrugged at his question, deliberately ignoring his intense gaze. She was clearly hiding something, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly. And it annoyed him how easily he had already grown accustomed to her avoidance of his questions. For some reason, did the blonde never give him any clear answers.

He let out an exasperated sigh followed by a barely audible curse under his breath. The girl swayed her legs back and forth, seemingly completely oblivious to his growing annoyance. However, the more time passed the more he was sure that she was intentionally ignoring him.

“I’m sure I’d be able to see you the next time you try to approach me.”

Chris spoke up in order to ease the rising tension within his body, yet she remained silent. Her eyebrows furrowed, gaze fixated on their intertwined hands that are now laying on her lap. Without missing any beat he once again spoke up.

“What do you say about going to my place?”

“Is this going to turn into a regular thing?”

She answered with a question of her own. Eyes forming small crescent shapes as a big smile appeared on her face. “If this is how things are going to be then how about we skip the foreplay next time and I’ll just go to your place straight away?”

4.55 am

He was really not having it. In all honesty did he not understand what compelled him to think that doing something nice would ever benefit him. If anything, had Chris come to the conclusion that doing good deeds is not worth it. More specifically, a complete waste of time. What made him so opposed to the idea you might wonder? Well, it's quite simple.

For starters, did the girl for some weird reason think it was a good idea to completely monopolize his bathroom for over an hour. And by that he literally means an hour and a half. He was still wondering what someone could possibly do there for so long.

Now you’re probably wondering why he’s still calling her “the girl”? The explanation is way more irrational than you might have originally thought. The platinum blonde had just for some reason decided to keep her real name a secret.

Now you might be wondering why he said “real name”. Well, she never actually said that she’s not going to tell him her name. No. She just thought it’d be a good idea to introduce herself as The Saint Lucia. Which was amusing at first. But considering the fact that she was quite adamant on the fact that it was her real name, made him wonder whether she was completely sober.

So this takes us to the present with Chris standing at the kitchen counter, watching his current “guest” literally shoving all the fried eggs he had made her in an, obviously, not too graceful manner. And honestly, did the brunette feel slightly uneasy at the display before him.

The whole sight was in his opinion very unhealthy. Was it normal for someone to eat like a gorilla on a rampage? If anything the whole thing was not even normal for a grown man, let alone a small, fragile girl.

If she was trying to choke herself to death with food, doing it in his kitchen would be the last place he’d ever agree on. Seriously. There was no way he was going to let himself get arrested for indirect murder. If that had been the case, he could’ve just left her in the park this morning.

“You do realize those eggs aren’t going to run away, right?”

The male inquired, taking a seat opposite of her. He arched an eyebrow in sync with these words, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat down on the wooden chair.

“I haven’t eaten in ages!” She exclaimed, mouth full of fried eggs making him cringe at her lack of manners.

“And for how long have you exactly lived?”

He questioned her amusedly, feeling his already present smirk grow at the sight of her annoyed expression. She rolled her eyes at the evident smugness, gaining a few snickers from the other at her reaction. Silence once again enveloped the room, except for the sound of her occasional sipping from the hot cup of tea.

“Two days.”

The male practically choked on his own food as these words left her mouth. Sending her a small glance, he was left even more confused. He was not sure whether she was joking or not, seeing how happily she was eating. And the more time he wasted on observing her the less it looked as if she was actually joking.

Noticing his weirded out expression, she simply rolled her eyes before speaking. “Technically less than one day if we count the amount of hours I’ve actually spent with you.”

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes at her ridiculous statement. Could this girl at least try to be serious once in a while? Yes Chris himself did indeed tend to joke around more than most people did, but not even his jokes could rival the amount of bullshit spewing out of her mouth.

“So you’re telling me that you left your mother’s tummy in full adult size?”

He questioned sarcastically, whilst sending her a condescending smirk. The blonde, however, seemed completely unfazed by his words. Chris was about to add something, but stopped as he felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket.

From: Will

‘WTH are you?’

To: Will

‘Didn’t feel like staying.’

Read:-

From: Will

‘Ur srsly missing out!’

His eyebrow rose upwards at the new text message. He had been sure back then that all his friends were either too high or too drunk to notice his absence, but his assumptions had turned out to be wrong.

However, the new message was far more strange. Specifically, the indication that the party was still ongoing and he was “missing out” on something despite how early in the morning it already was, which made the brunette internally groan. Usually everyone would be passed out by now, but apparently, this time, that was not going to be the case.

He simply ignored the last message and turned his attention back to his “guest” who was, much to his surprise, already staring back at him. “Don’t you think it’s rude to stare when you still haven’t even introduced yourself properly?”

“Anne-Marie Karlsen.”

“Huh?”

The blonde merely rolled her eyes at him. Without uttering a single word she took a sip from her drink, patiently waiting for him to process her words. Because apparently, Chris was not fully prepared to receive such a straightforward answer. Blinking his way back to reality, the male finally managed to register her words as his mouth slowly made an inaudible ‘O’ shape in acknowledgement.

“Well Anne-Marie Karlsen, the name’s Christoffer Schistad, but my friends call me Chris.” The male wiggled his eyebrows in sync with his “formal” introduction, before continuing.

“I’m happy that we’ve finally passed this little dilemma, noting that I will not have to mentally call you ‘the girl’ or for short ‘blondie’, which I was ‘bout to do, by the way.”

He soon added, which earned yet another eye roll from the female that sat at the opposite of the kitchen table. Chris was pretty damn sure that based on the amount of times the both of them had rolled their eyes at each other’s remarks ever since they met, he’d probably turn into a millionaire by now. That is, if he were to gain approximately 50 kronor for each time it happened.

“Well, I guess I should thank you too for finally letting me identify your nameless face, Shitstad.” The female shot back in a mocking manner.

Admittedly, she felt fairly accomplished at the sight of the twitch of his left eye. But she wasn’t going to voice it. Mostly, because she'd feel even more insulted if he were to know that she actually felt the need to insult him. It wasn't that important however, more the fact that she didn't want him to think that he mattered more than he actually did. Which he didn’t. It would just feed his ego.

Søndag 13. desember 2015

Screams.

He could hear them. Practically feeling the shrill dancing across the surface of his skin as they were echoing through the almost empty apartment.

Confusion.

The first emotion that was expressed within his eyes. Perhaps it was a strange emotion to feel at the sudden sound interrupting his deep slumber. But had their voice not sounded so scarelly familiar, Chris’s reaction would have been completely different.

His right hand traced the empty space of the bed in search of his mobile phone. Hazel eyes reflecting the now lit screen that illuminated his earlier dark bedroom whilst adjusting to the sudden light. Eyebrows furrowing at the hour displaying on it.

12.01 am

Slowly the male got up from the bed, stumbling a few times due to the still very present sleepiness. He stared into the dark hallway with squinted eyes until all attention fell upon the white silhouette standing across the hallway near the front door.

Anne.

Her stature was tense, hands clutching onto the white fabric that was wrapped around her tiny body. Even though her face was completely covered by long bangs, Chris could practically feel her icy blue eyes glaring daggers onto the wooden floor.

Carefully, he strode towards her oblivious form. Wrapping his arms around her smaller frame, only then was the male able to notice her uncontrollable trembling. Her bottom lip quivered as she began letting out inhuman noises. Yet all Chris did was continue to stroke her hair whilst quietly whispering sweet nothings into the shell of her ear.

After a moment of silence, the female let out a shaky breath. “If I disappear, will you remember me?”

Wordlessly he led her into the darkness of his bedroom. As his eyes were completely readjusted, was he finally able to observe her appearance. She was pale. Paler than usual, and that scared him. The sight before him, so sick, it almost made him feel like throwing up.

“How did you get in? Did you pick the lock or something?”

He attempted to joke, which blessed his eardrums with the sound of her angelic giggles. The act itself, forcing a giddy smile to appear on the brunette's features. The girl, however, shook her head in a ‘no’ which he didn’t even bother to question, knowing it’d give him no answers.

Fredag 13. desember 2019

Everybody knows this situation, right? You know that time when your gaze flickers over to that one spot, where that specific person somehow managed to be all this time. It doesn't matter whether you've purposely avoided them, or just not seen them for god knows how long. Yet somehow they appeared out of nowhere, on that exact spot, in that exact second.

If not, then that’s the exact situation in which Christoffer Schistad had just found himself in. And it’s not like he’s been purposely avoiding her. If anything, it has probably been the exact opposite. Chris was pretty damn sure that she’s been the one doing all the avoidance.

Because on nights like these, each year, on December 13th, has the brunette found himself stupidly searching for her. Even though he was fully aware of the fact that she knew where he lived. And the most annoying part was that the one time he had finally decided to stop, in some miraculous way he had found her sitting at the roof of an awfully familiar building.

Taking a hold of the handle he realized the door was still locked. This made him of course wonder how the hell she managed to enter. Though, the male soon remembered the night four years ago when she had somehow entered his apartment. The whole situation soon got even more ridiculous as the door swung open the second his hand left the handle, shoving him down the staircase in the process.

Wincing at the sudden impact, Chris began questioning what exactly he had done in the past to make life play such a cruel joke on him.

Once again entering the building, the male began carefully, in order to avoid the previous outcome, ascending the stairs which led towards the roof. Finally reaching the top, he spotted Anne’s small figure sitting on the edge, legs swaying in the cold winter air. As he sat next to her, he soon took notice of her appearance.

Much to his surprise had the blonde not changed one bit, still looking as the first time they had met. He had already been slightly suspicious the two last times he had seen her, but decided to push those thoughts aside since the first time there had only been a year gap between their meetings and during the second was he too sleepy to look into it. Not to mention was it very dark, which made it hard for him to get a clearer view of her.

Now, however, he began wondering. It had been four years since their last interaction and she hadn’t aged at all. How was that even possible?

For the first time in his life Chris began questioning whether vampires really did exist. It made sense, right? He had only seen her active during nights and whenever the sun came up was she already at his place, completely protected from daylight. The more he thought of it, the more reason did his conclusion produce. Frankly, it even made him feel a certain security now that he had more or less given this absurd situation a valid explanation. No matter how ridiculous it actually sounded.

“Is my love for you an indicator that I’m crazy?”

He suddenly blurted out and perhaps that was the strangest way he could’ve possibly chosen to greet her. Not an: ‘how have you been?’ or ‘where the h*ll have you been all this time?’ Seriously? There were so many other things he could’ve said, yet he had to choose this? Why was he doing this to himself?

“That was a really weird way to phrase it.”

Anne commented, which made the brunette internally groan. Of course she would choose the most insulting way to answer. What was he even hoping for? Since when did the two of them ever have a decent conversation? Had this not been a rhetorical question, the answer would be never.

“Where have you been all this time?”

Ignoring her offensive comment he decided to return to his previous internal monologue, where the male had chosen two very appropriate ways of starting a conversation with her. Well, that was after his dysfunctional brain had decided to ruin his chances by coming up with the most stupid intro in history. Which was of course without adding the cursing word into the sentence.

After all, Chris was already 22 years old, which meant he had enough manners not to curse in front of a girl. Anne, however, did not seem to get the hint since she simply, like always, decided to ignore his question and return all attention to his previous one.

“Why would it be crazy?” The brunette thought of an appropriate answer before speaking. “Have you not noticed how there’s never anybody around whenever we're together?”

Anne shrugged as she spoke. “What if I thought that we were the only ones left on this planet?” The male deadpanned at her statement not too sure whether she was being serious or not.

“What? You’re literally the only person I interact with.”

He scoffed. “That’s impossible, you do realise that at some point you’ll just have no other choice but to leave your house to at least have something to eat?”

“That’s not necessary for me.”

Rolling his eyes, the brunette decided to drop the subject, sensing that it was already mentally draining him. Gaze falling down, he finally realised that this was the roof of his old school: Hartvig Nissen. His eyebrow rose in question at his sudden awareness. It was a rather strange coincidence. Not even once during their interactions had this place become a topic of discussion. So why was she here?

Chris’s eyes travelled back toward the pale figure sitting to his right. Mind filled with unanswered questions. This was it. He couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Bottling them up, each time constraining the growing curiosity, feeling even worse in the end. Fully aware that the reason behind their expression was not a well thought out inquiry, but rather a long suppressed spark that had finally ignited creating a massive explosion.

“But seriously, there’s nobody ever around when you suddenly appear out of nowhere, then disappear like you were never there to begin with!”

He continued. “Sometimes it feels as if you’re just part of my imagination. Are you even real?”

She didn’t say anything for a while. Cold air brushing past her blonde strands of hair as icy blue eyes were fixated on the limitless star filled sky.

“If that’s the case, then according to your logic, you must be completely in love with yourself.” Chris could practically see the second head growing out of her tiny body as these words left her mouth.

“Do you even hear yourself right now?”

She rolled her eyes. “What? If you claim that I’m just a fragment of your imagination then doesn’t that mean that I’m you but in a girl’s body?”

“The fact that I’m agreeing makes me question my sanity.”

“But the part where you think that I’m your imagination doesn’t?”

“Why did you have to start to make sense now of all times?” The male exclaimed with raised arms. Could anyone remind him why he liked her again?

“If you really love me then you shall jump off this roof.”

His head instantly shot up at her words. Was she insane? Wait a second… That was a rather stupid question. Of course she was! Ever since they had met, she had proven it over and over again. What kind of person walks around barefoot during winter? No. Let’s rephrase that. What kind of person befriends someone who walks around barefoot during winter?

“Would you jump off this building for me?”

He retorted, feeling slightly offended by the nonchalant ‘no’ he received as a response. But really, what else was he expecting?

“I never claimed to love you.”

“Wow… You really do know how to make a person feel appreciated.”

The brunette commented sarcastically, feeling his mood shift more drastically than expected. Which frankly annoyed him, because it meant her words actually stung him. Too occupied by his own thinking the male failed to notice her shift beside him until her voice broke his train of thoughts.

“Let’s see how real I am.”

Confusion filled his senses as he furrowed his eyebrows at her words. However, his eyes widened at the sudden realization as a sudden wave of nausea hit him like a truck.

All he could feel was her cold body pressed against his. Lips molded together. He felt as if he was levitating. Not sure whether he was still grounded or already falling. One thing he was sure of, however. He had stepped into unknown territory. Yet it was so intoxicating that he now knew… He was already in too deep.

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French Kiss (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 7

Synopsis : Life is a show and Nissen was Christoffer’s stage. He owned the place, people cheered for him, he brought life to the parties and good looks to his group of friends. But after high school he wasn’t so much of a star boy anymore and he found himself being terribly alone. Who really knew the real him? Only the people who got a backstage pass to his life could claim to do. But amidst all the turmoil of his young years, a strange girl is going to stumbled in his life - neither of them will be prepared for this.

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Part 6 <<< >>> Part 8

MASTERLIST

Rule number seven: When nothing goes right, go left.

“I'm asking her out on a date,” Chris blurted out. He interrupted Andreas' rambling about... science stuff. To be honest he wasn't listening at all.

“Dude, my presentation is in two days, can you please focus? I know you have it bad for this mysterious French girl of yours but I need your full attention for ten more minutes,” Andre deadpanned and threw his eraser at Chris' face. Chris dodged it and flipped his friend. “You suck, I don't know why I'm still friends with you.”

“You love me man, don't even try to deny it.” Chris sounded confident as always but for half a second, he actually wondered why Andreas dealt with him at all. “You need to make it less boring or I won't be the only one falling asleep during your presentation. Crack a joke or show pictures, everyone likes pictures they are easier to understand and forces them to pay attention.”

“Noted,” Andrea said and scribbled something down. “See? It's not that hard being a good friend.”

“You still haven't said anything,” Chris pointed out.

“About what exactly? The date thing? C'mon, if you had the balls, it'd be done already. Face the facts, you lost your game. I'm sure this girl can't be that intimidating, you're putting her on a pedestal and letting her take control of whatever relationship you have with her. Grow a pair and ask if you think she's worth it, but the more you whine about her, the less sympathy I have for the chick.”

“Harsh!” Chris commented, leaning back and trying to keep his balance on the two back feet of his chair. “She's worth it. I think she is. You haven't met her.”

“No, I haven't, which is why I'm starting to wonder if she's not a mere figment of your darn imagination.” Andreas rolled his eyes. “And if you still feel like lamenting over a girl, please go bother Astrid and not me anymore.”

“You suck at friendship just as bad as me,” Chris replied and let his chair fall back on its feet.

            He wasn't going to sit through another hour of presentation editing and stressing over the grade Andre will get for this if he wasn't even going to get a second to talk about his issues. Yeah, it was selfish and so what? Chris was Chris, and he was selfish. So selfish that he was going to stop whining and stop pretending he only wanted to be friends and help Helen improve her Norwegian.

            Just when Chris made his decision, he saw Andreas throw his head back and rub his face.

“Alright, I get it, your feelings are hurt. You like a girl and for the first time ever, you’re scared of messing it up – welcome to the real world Chrissy.” That fucking nickname again. “I don't know what to tell you that would make you feel better about this, just- just tell her man. Tell her you like her and if she laughs at your face then that's it, the end.”

“Wow, best advice ever,” Chris snorted and looked again.

            His eyes darted to the window a few meters to his right and he focused on the skyline instead of listening to the beating of his own heart pulsing in his temples. He made a conscious effort to settle down and took a moment to wonder why he was so mad suddenly. When he counted all the skyscrapers twice, he was calmer.

“You asked for it!” Andre said, pointing at Chris with his pencil. “I'm not a relationship counselor, I'm a physics student. I talk about molecules and shit, not feelings.”

“You sure aren't.”

“Listen Chrissy, if it doesn't work out with-” He paused, waiting for Chris to fill in the blank.

“-Helen.”

“Yes, with Helen, then Astrid and I will look out for you, yeah? We'll find you a girl ten times hotter and funnier or whatever you like about her. I already have someone in mind, it's a girl I've been seeing around here for a few weeks, she's the living proof God is real.”

“Not interested in playing blind date,” Chris sighed. “Just finish that boring presentation so I can work on my own stuff, I want to be finished before going home.”

“Plans tonight?”

“Nah, just pizza and TV, but I wanna enjoy it,” Chris lied to his friend's face. Sure, there would be pizza, but there would be Helen too.

“Mmh...” He sounded unconvinced. “Anyway, once you see the girl I'm talking about you'll change your mind-” he continued, ignoring Chris' annoyed expression and the way he angrily fidgeted with his pencil.

“How can you even tell I'll like her, maybe she's not my type?” Chris asked.

“Euhm? Sorry, is 'perfect' not your type?” Andreas replied with a school girl's voice before snapping his fingers in a 'Z' formation. God help him, Chris was going to punch him. “What even is your type, anyway? Two legs, two arms and a head?”

“Andre, man! Shut up, alright?! I said I wasn't interested!”

            Chris' small outburst caught the attention of several people who glared at him for troubling the quiet of the library. Why did they keep meeting up here? They couldn't even talk!

“Never mind, you'll change your mind soon enough because she just came in.”

          Was that why they kept coming here? Was Andreas drooling over another girl? Someone else than Astrid? It couldn't be, she came here too.

“Look at that, a Greek goddess wouldn't look better,” Andre said.

“Not looking,” Chris said and stubbornly stared outside the window.

“Now I know what went through Paris' mind when he started the Trojan war over a woman,” his friend kept rambling and drooling while looking over Chris' shoulder. He nudged Chris with his foot under the table. “Get it? Her name was Helen. That was a joke, Chris, give me something!”

“You’re awful.”

“She’s getting closer.”

“Still not looking.”

“She's the human embodiment of a candy apple!”

“Enough!” Chris snapped, once again drawing attention to him. “What?!” He barked at the poor boy a table away who dared look at him the wrong way.

“Shit,” Andre suddenly muttered. His smile fell. “She's coming this way.”

“What are yo-”

“I'm not kidding, she's walking right this way!” He slumped down in his chair, like he was trying to go invisible or make himself smaller. “This can't be happening right now, I'm wearing last week's underpants!”

“What does it have to do with anything?!” Chris frowned and shook his head. “I swear, if you're messing with me-” Chris began to threaten, looking stern and ready to snap again when he narrowed his eyes at his friend. But Andreas had never looked more serious than right this instant.

“I'm not kidding man, we're in luck today!”

“We? You have a girlfriend and I'm after a girl who will probably run away as far as possible if I tell her I’m into her, after everything I’ve already told her about me. Where in this equation do you place your Greek goddess?”

“Chris!”

            Everyone froze. Chris didn't move a muscle because someone had put a hand on his left shoulder, Andreas was staring at him with his jaw hitting the floor, and Chris had somehow recognized the voice of the person who just called his name.

“I know it was you!” Helen giggled happily as she walked round the table and said a quick hello to Andreas who stiffly waved her hello back. “I can't believe you are here and we could have seen each other all this time!”

“W-what do you mean? What are you doing here?” Chris managed to stutter out. Fuck, Andre would never let him live this down, he couldn't fuck up this small interaction in front of his friend. It was a question of honor and a matter of self-confidence – Chris' was already shrinking by the second and soon it'll turn to dust if he didn't do something about it.

“I work!” Helen answered as if it was obvious. “I'm an assistant librarian,” she said proudly, raising her chin up.

            It dawned on Chris that Andreas was right through and through. She was beautiful in a way he had never seen a girl be beautiful before. She exuded something she lacked the first time he met her in that dark staircase. Now she was… open. She didn't seem to mind having an accent that much and since she got to know Chris she stopped blushing and mumbling and began to speak freely instead of shying away from all and any conversation.

“You must be Chris' best friend,” she told Andre, who pointed at himself almost as if he wasn't sure she was speaking to him. “Chris tells me about you sometimes,” she said with a grin.

“Yeah?” He laughed nervously. “He tells me about you too – sometimes.”

            Chris kicked Andreas under the table, which made him grunt in pain and he had to pretend to have a cramp.

“You've been working here this whole time? At uni?” Chris asked in bedazzlement. Helen nodded.

“Yes, and I have to get back to work, my boss is watching,” she told them and waved goodbye as she walked back to the trailer buried under hundreds of returned books. She waved them goodbye along with a smile that could lit up a dark room.

            As he watched her walk away, Chris realized that she wore her hair down. The bits framing her face were twisted back and tied behind her head to keep it out of her hair but the rest of her hair cascaded down her back and swayed from left to right when she walked. And she was dressed up too – not fancy but still elegant. Was it one of those French stereotypes that were true? Were French girls more elegant than most others? In any case, Helen sure was. Chris had only seen her in jeans, hoodies or even his sweatpants, and never in a million years had he imagined that her daily wear would look like this.

            Her heels made no sound on the thick layer of carpet on the floor and her mid-long skirt emphasized her waist. The flowing sleeves of her blouse and the bow around her neck looked like something Coco Chanel would have drawn. At least, that's how Chris imagined it. What did he know about French couture? Nothing. The point was – Helen was an otherworldly creature and Andreas was damn right.

“Chris!” Andre called him, making him turn his face back to him. “I take back everything I said about her, you need to rom-com your way through this and run after her. Marry this girl Chrissy, give her your babies or whatever. I mean you're an okay looking dude and she's perfect, your children will look like angels!”

“Are you high right now?” Chris questioned in all seriousness. Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last. “Don't answer that. I was going to follow her anyway.”

“That's my boy!” Andre cheered when Chris stood up and ignored the people who glared at him for disturbing their studying yet again.

“Fuck me,” Chris muttered to himself as he looked for Helen in various isles until she found her, standing on her toes to try and put a book back on the top shelf. This was as cliché as it could get so why not take it a notch further? Go big or go home.

“Helen?” he called her and when she looked at him, he leaned forward to grab the book from her hand and put it on the shelf for her. “I'm glad to see you, I actually needed to tell you something.”

            His tone must have been too serious because her smile dropped.

“Do you want to cancel tonight?” she immediately wondered.

“Wh- no! No, absolutely not!” he told her with a heartfelt laughter. He was too nervous about this and too relieved to hear that she was still planning on coming tonight. “Nothing like this. I just- I was-” the words were stuck in the back of his throat. He counted to three in his head before blurting out “Go out with me.”

“But- I thought we were hanging out at your place?” She tilted her head and put a hand on her hip.

“No, not tonight but- someday this week or next week – whenever you want. Let me take you out, on a date. Not as a friend, as Chris, the boy who likes you.”

            As the words came out, his confidence came back and Chris could feel his old self peek out of the box he put it into. Penetrator Chris and his fuckboy ways, Penetrator Chris and his arrogance and sufficiency, Penetrator Chris the irresistible ladies' man. Maybe he wasn't all bad, just like new Chris wasn't all good. 

“This is not a good idea,” Helen said. He was almost fooled – except her voice said one thing and her body language another. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, her eyes shone, she gave a small bite to her lip and her fingers played the piano on a book's spine. Suddenly Chris wasn't sure why he was freaking out about asking her out.

“I'm not asking if it's a good idea, I'm asking if you want to,” he said cleverly. Helen smirked in too mischievous a way to be innocent and maybe it was a side of her Chris had yet to discover, but he figured she might have a little bit of Penetrator in her too.

“Do you even need to ask?” She laughed silently. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

            Doing as he was told, Chris walked backwards out of the isle and winked at her before going back to Andre who must have popped a vein from being so tense.

“Man, tell me you got the girl, if you don't have a date with her, get your ass back over ther-”

“I have a date with her, now shut up and let's get it over with your dumb science thing.”

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CHRIS SCHISTAD IMAGINE

Resquested by @voorpretxx from the Drabble Game.

Prompt: #2 -  “Can you shut up for five minutes, please???”

             #135 - “Sing to me, please.”

a/n: so this is short because i didn’t expect to get this much of requests hahahha but i really hope you enjoy it, i made it fluffly and i kinda liked it.

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"There is nothing better than a long shower." I stated to no one in particular, leaving my boyfriend's bathroom, while I was wrapped on a towel. He was sitting on the bed, staring closely at the notebook on his lap. This week was his turn to give one of the famous - or infamous, as I would rather call - Penetrators party. Every time he needed to plan everything, he got so stress, he always wanted to make sure all things were perfect for his friends.

My statement was completely ignored. Not that I was actually expecting any reply. Sighing deeply, I walk towards his bed and let my body fall next to his. One quick glance to his computer, I realized he was thinking about quantity - glasses, drinks, towels to clean vomit. My eyes left his machine to find him. He was just a piece of work. His shirtless torso was so inviting, it seemed to be screamed 'please, touch me'. I took a deep breath, unable to satiate my desire but to keep inspecting every part of his body. Following to his collarbones, to his neck and his jaw, which was clenched, making him look even hotter.

My thighs instinctively rubbed together, a way to desperately get rid of the unpleasant feeling between my legs. The action made my towel get loose, opening a gap where my skin was showing. Instinctively, I felt Chris' eyes on me. I tried to invite him to take the piece of fabric off me and throw it somewhere in his room. He understood it, but just shook his head.

"I can't. I need to finish it." He said, his eyes focused again on the notebook.

My body relaxed on the bed, acknowledging the defeat. Boredom was taking the best of me, so I started humming. No song in particular. Minutes passed by, my throat began to feel dry. I was about to get up to get a glass of water, when Chris blurted out nowhere.

"Can you shut up for five minutes, please???" His eyelids were closed, as a demonstration on how annoyed he was.

This caught me entirely off guard. I paralyzed for a second, and it was all he needed to know how he had screwed up. I laid on the bed again, this time, turning my back on his side. I didn’t move, I didn’t breathe and I didn’t even think.

"Y/N, I am sorry." He started, stretching his hand to touch me, but I pulled my arm, stopping him from reaching it.

"Let's sleep, Chris." I whispered, trying to cover up how hurt I was. But he knew me too well. I heard the sound of the notebook being closed. He put it on the ground, next to the bed.

"I am just stressed, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you." He came closer, cuddling me. "It won't happen again."

I just stood there, in silence. Being mad at him was just too hard, especially when he is literally my drug. His touch was so addicting. Everyone has a soft spot. Mine happens to be every single place he could touch, and the worst part? He was ridiculously aware of that.

It started with a kiss placed exactly under my ear. My whole body felt the goosebumps as it came. I closed my eyes, with the believe if I didn't see him, I would be protected against his moves. How wrong could I be?

I could feel the intoxication instantly spreading through my body, when his hand finding the towel and gently pulling it aside, so he could see my naked back. He kissed the back of my neck, his thumb massaging the skin it has just left. His lips caressed my neck, kissing and lightly biting my skin to help me calm down. He moved his mouth up as he began sucking my earlobe. His other hand traced my jaw line, once it was on my chin, he turned my head so I could face him.

"Open your eyes." He begged. I did. "I am truly sorry. You didn't deserve such shitty treatment."

"I didn't." I mumbled back, sounding like a stubborn kid.

"No, you didn't." He smiled at me. "Sing to me, please?"

My eyes narrowed at the request, completely unbelievable. He couldn't possibly be serious.

"You literally just told me to shut up because I was simply humming and now, you want me to sing? What are the odds?" I replied, my time to be annoyed by him.

He let himself fall next to me. I turned myself to stare at him. He grinned at the roof. How did I manage to fall for such a weird kid?

"She's starin' at me I'm sittin' wonderin' what she's thinkin'"

He sang, making my brows to knit.

"No, you're not gonna sing Ne-Yo out of this."

His smile just went bigger.

"Nobody's talkin' 'Cause talkin' just turns into screamin'"

"Chris!" I yelled at him, but it just made him chuckled.

"And now is I'm yellin' over her She's yellin' over me All that that means Is neither of us is listening (And what's even worse) That we don't even remember why were fighting"

"I remember why we were fighting!" It was so hard not to laugh at him. I needed all my strength and it was still one of the most difficult things I had to do.

"Do you want the chorus? I can do it." He came closer to me again, holding me against his body.

"I know sometimes It's gonna rain But baby, can we make up now 'Cause I can't sleep Through the pain (Cant sleep through the pain)"

His voice changing to a pitchy one to say the last lyric cracked me. I couldn't help but smile too. I just hate him, as he took my reaction as a win. So, out of nowhere, he stand up on the bed, using his phone as a microphone.

" Girl, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you) And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me)"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his air running away from him as he was breathing heavily. He let himself fall on the bed for the second time, but this one I wrapped my arms around him. His eyes snapped to mine.

"You should totally perform on your party." I said, still chuckling from the vision of him singing.

"Oh, all the girls would want me, it wouldn't be good for business." He pressed a urgent kiss on my lips. I gripped him a little tighter and Chris whimpered into my mouth, his hips bucking up involuntarily. 

"All the girls already want you." I whispered on his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and sealing the distance in between us with a fervent kiss.

"Well." He paused, dramatically. "To bad I am already yours, then."

#chris schistad #chris schistad imagines #chris schistad imagine #imagine chris schistad #imagines chris schistad #christoffer schistad #chris schistad fanfic #chris schistad fanfics #chris schistad oneshot #chris x reader #chris schistad x reader #skam #skam imagines #skam imagine #herman tommeraas #herman tommeraas imagine #christoffer schistad imagine #christoffer schistad imagines #imagines #imagine #fanfic #fanfics #fluffly #music fanfic

[iwritetodistractmyself-blog]

Mrs. Steal Your Girl

Summary: Christoffer’s ex girlfriend, (Y/N), somehow manages to sweep in a steal every girl Chris has his eyes on.

Pairings: Christoffer Schistad x Reader 

A/N: In this imagine the reader is in fact bisexual. And if you don’t like it, well then don’t read it.

“Oh, you have to be kidding me.” Chris groaned loudly.

William who walked up beside him, asked, “What?” 

“You see that girl right there?” Chris pointed over to a raven haired girl. 

“Yeah, Mara, right?” 

Chris nodded, “Yeah. She was supposed to wait for me, I told h-” 

William cut him off. “Wait, is she with (Y/N). I didn’t know Mara, went that way.” 

“I didn’t either. She was supposed to be waiting ten minutes for me at most.” Chris watched as Mara and his ex-girlfriend continued to make out. “It’s not the first time (Y/N)’s done this to me. She’s been stealing the girls I’ve been trying to hook up with for the last month. And half of them I thought were straight.” 

“Yeah, good luck, bud.” With that William walked off. 

(Y/N) pulled away from Mara and started kissing her neck, catching Chris’ faze she winked at him. Pulling away from Mara, she gave her a smile, “Hey give me like two minutes. And I’ll be back.” Mara nodded in response. 

Walking up to Chris she smirked, “You were watching. Not surprised, though really, you liked to watch me with girls before we even got together.” 

“What can I say? It’s hot.” He shrugged. “But it’s bothering me. I need to know why you’re stealing all my girls.” 

Shrugging (Y/N) took a step towards him, “What can I say? I like getting under your skin.” 

“Okay, follow up question. How the hell do you do it?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, motioning him to continue, “I didn’t even know Mara was into girls.” 

(Y/N) chucked, “She wasn’t, she wants to experiment. And apparently I’m the hottest bisexual she knows. So she wants to experiment with me.” 

“Can’t blame her.” Chris admitted, with a small chuckle. 

“I also saw you eying that pretty blonde over there,” (Y/N) gestured to the blonde that Chris was in fact eying earlier. “She’s is in fact bisexual. And she’s been staring at me for the past half hour. But Imma do you a favor. You can have her.” 

It was the next party when it happened again. (Y/N) had taken another one of the girls Chris was trying to get with. (Y/N) was doing it to make Chris angry, she considered it payback for breaking up with her on her birthday. But that wasn’t it and deep down she knew it. She knew it was because she wanted his attention again. 

It took Chris two more weeks of (Y/N) stealing his girls, before he realized why she was doing it. So, he formed a plan of his own. Putting it in motion, he walked towards his ex-girlfriend who was currently making out with another one of Chris’ conquests. 

Walking forwards, Chris reached out grabbing (Y/N) wrist, he pulled her up. (Y/N) turned around towards him, she was about to go off on him, but he cut her off by connecting their lips. (Y/N) was shocked to say at least, but she reacted quickly by kissing him back. The two continued to kiss, and it got more passionate by the second. The girl that (Y/N) was once making out with scoffed and stormed out of the room. Chris and (Y/N) didn’t seem to notice though, because they continued to make out. Chris shoved (Y/N) against the wall behind them, his lips now connected with her neck. She let out a moan, and Chris pulled away, “I know what you were doing. So, if you wanna finish this and talk about well us, you’ll meet me upstairs. My room.” 

A little while later (Y/N) had found herself standing in front of Chris’ room, pacing. When suddenly, the door opened, “If you keep pacing, your gonna cause a hole in the floor.” Chris spoke. (Y/N) turned to him, and before he could say anything else, she threw her arms around his neck and connected their lips. Chris reacted quickly and kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her under her butt. He gestured for her to jump. When she did, he walked back into the room shutting the door behind him and locked it. He laid the girl he once loved and still secretly did, on his bed. 

Chris rolled off of (Y/N), both of them gasping for air. After a moment, Chris turned to (Y/N) a smirk on his gorgeous face. “I know why you did it.” 

Reaching over (Y/N) ran her fingers through his hair, “Yeah, and why was that?” 

“You still want me. After everything I’ve done. You still love me.” 

Licking her lips, (Y/N) sighed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She lied. 

“Yeah, you do.” Chris replied. 

(Y/N) nodded and continued to play with her ex-boyfriends hair. “Okay, you’re right. Maybe.” 

Chris rolled over, shoving his face into her neck, “I missed you babygirl.” 

“I know.” Chris let out a chuckle at her words, planting small kisses on her neck. 

“I missed us.” Chris admitted. 

“Oh, really. Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend again?” (Y/N) teased, clearly thinking he was joking and that he really didn’t miss her at all. 

“If you’ll have me.” 

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, “Wait, your serious?” 

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You broke up with me. On my birthday.” 

“I know. And I’m sorry. I was stupid and I wanted to play the field. But now I realize how stupid I was to let you go.” 

Monday morning, Chris and (Y/N) pulled into Nissen parking lot. All eyes were on Chris as he stepped out of the car, he walked over to the other side of the car opening the door for his girlfriend. (Y/N) smiled at him and stepped out of the door, Chris shut the door for her and wrapped his arm around her as they walked into the school. 

#chris schistad imagine #christoffer schistad imagine #skam oneshot

[slow-dancing-with-myself]

Welcome!!

Hello and welcome to my account!!! I am a writer and a minor graphic designer! I do take requests for oneshots, series, playlists and graphics! and my requests are open!! I do not write smut, incest, or mentions of rape, suicide, etc. Below are fandoms you can request for!! I write for male, nonbinary, and female readers! If they don't specifically say male! reader or female! reader than it will be gender neutral or nonbinary!! I also speak a couple languages so tell me if you need your request in a different language! ( i speak french, spanish, german is my native language, english, itallian, and a little bit of dutch! )

the fandoms i will make/write for are:

supernatural (season one to season fourteen, no spoilers!)

characters include: dean winchester, sam winchester, castlel, jack kline, and the actors!

ships include: destiel, sabriel, platonic jack x dean, platonic castle x jack

harry potter

characters include: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ron weasley, charlie weasley, bill weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, cho chang, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, neville longbottom, blaise zabini, narcissa malfoy, regulus black (male reader only bc that's my head cannon for him)

ships include: lily, wolfstar, drarry, hedric, pansmione, harry x cho x cedric (poly), blairon, bleville, ronmione, linny

percy jackson (I'm only on the fourth book of hoo, no spoilers please!)

characters include: percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, nico di angelo (male reader only), will solace, jason grace, piper mcclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, hazel levesque, clarisse la rue

ships: percabeth, solangelo, jercy, valdangelo, frazel

skam (ive watched all of the remakes but will only write for original and germany, this might change later)

characters include: nora sætre, jonas vasquez, isak valtersen (male reader only), christoffer schistad, evan næsheim, sana bakkoush (platonic only please), eva mohn, william magnusson

ships: evak, nora x william, eva x chris, eva x nora

skam druck

characters include: mia winter, kiki machwitz, amira mahmood, hanna jung, jonas augustin, matteo florenzi, alexander hardenberg, nora machwitz

ships: david x matteo, mia x alexander

teen wolf

characters: stiles stillinski, derek hale, issac lahey, scott mccall, lydia martin, allison argent, peter hale, theo raeken, liam dunbar

ships: sterek, scissac, lydia x allison, thiam

stranger things

characters: steve harrington, will byers (male reader only for personal headcannon), mike wheeler, eleven/jane hopper, dustin henderson, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, robyn buckley (female reader only), max mayfield, lucas sinclair, joyce byers

ships: byler, elmax, nancy x robyn, jonathan x steve

IT (2017)

characters include: mike hanlon, ben hanscom, beverly marsh, richie tozier (male reader only), eddie kaspbarak, bill denbrough, stanley uris

ships: reddie, stenbrough, mikeverly, benverly, mike x ben

marvel and x-men

characters include: peter parker, steve rodgers, peggy carters, peter maximoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, charles xavier (young romantic or older platonic only), wade wilson, tony stark, bucky barnes, thor, loki, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, stephen strange (more that I'm probably forgetting tbh)

ships: stony, parley, ironstrange, stucky, 

dc

characters include: conner kent, clark kent, jonathan kent, damian wayne, tim drake, bruce wayne, jason todd, dick grayson, selina kyle, barbra gordon, helena bertinelli, harley quinn, poison ivy, cassandra cain, kara danvers, mon-el, alex danvers (female reader only), oliver queen, barry allen, bart allen, wally west, miss martian/megan mores (more im not thinking of, just ask)

ships: damjon, lena luthor x kara danvers, superbat, dick x wally

there are probably others I'm not thinking of, just ask please!!!

#malereader #femalereader #strangerthings #teenwolf #druck #skam #percyjackson #heroes of olympus #harry potter #supernatural #nonbinaryreader #graphics #request #love #it #marvel #dc #xmen

[hartsmonster]

*a short first date prompt, I had to include today’s clip. Enjoy a little more of Chris x Eva!*

It wasn't exactly his scene. Christoffer Schistad has never done anything like this, for anyone.

And yet, there he was, making sure that the bowl with nachos was standing perfectly in the middle of a glass table in his living room.

She changed him in so many ways, that he probably still didn't realize it.

Chris did take a note of the fact that he wanted to be with her so bad, and that has never happened before. And to be honest, he was quite taken aback when she refused. He wasn't used to girls denying him, he always got what he wanted. Maybe that was the reason he liked her so much.

She challenged him, Eva made him question everything he knew so far.

He didn't even know when spending time with her became a routine for him. Schistad was always keen on not hooking up with the same girl twice. That was one of his rules – it prevented the other party from gaining feelings.

And now, he got caught in his own trap. Chris stopped counting his escapades with Mohn after a third time. And each time he saw her, he wanted more.

Even William was always surprised when he told him he was doing something with her, or that she was coming over.

It was obvious that he had a little crush on a certain ginger haired girl. And he finally admitted it to himself the morning he woke up next to her. He realized that he could get used to it, seeing her face first thing when he opened his eyes, see her smile and even kiss her to wake her up.

And when his hand was tracing the outline of her face, he wanted his mind to remember it, in case something went wrong, and he wouldn't be able to see her anymore.

That moment, he knew that he fell hard, and that there was no going back.

So he made up a story about a dream that he had, he was so nervous whilst telling it, hoping she would understand the message he wanted to convey.

Instead, she hit him with a brutal truth. We are never going to be together, a cheating fuckboy. He wasn't proud of his past, but he also couldn't change it. And Chris knew that Eva would never trust him. At the same time, he wanted to change her mind so badly.

He wanted to show her that he was not that person anymore, because the Penetrator Chris was now just Chris who wanted to be with her.

Schistad spent hours and hours thinking of a way to do that, and nothing that was good enough for her popped up in his head. She really did deserve the best.

So he did the only thing he could think of; messaging her ex-boyfriend.

He felt awkward even typing the message so he added 'hahaha' at the end. And then he regretted it immediately, because he realized he sounded like an idiot.

Chris wanted to know what she liked and didn't like, what would make her happy. He wanted to start with the flowers first. Girls liked flowers, right?

He never gave any to anybody.

Finally, after few minutes Jonas replied and gave him the advice he wanted.

And so now, he was sitting in his living room, making sure that everything he prepared was ready.

She was supposed to come any time, but Eva didn't know that he planned a little date night for them. He felt kind of weird doing that, and he wasn't sure if it was okay as he has never done anything like this before.

He heard someone putting in the code number to open the front door, and a while later, his eyes met hers as she was making her way down the corridor.

Schistad showed her the code as they decided it would be easier for her to know it, and so that she could come in without him having to run to the door.

She looked as good as ever in her favourite green top, and her hair curled into loose curls.

“Halla.”

She smiled at him, putting down her bag at the kitchen counter, before flopping down on a couch next to him. “Hi.”

When she finally settled in, he leaned in and gave her a kiss. Eva put her hand on his neck, trying to deepen the kiss, but Chris decided to draw back before it was too late and they would end up in bed. He didn't invite her over for sex, not that night, so he pulled away, licking his lips.

She looked at him questioningly.

“I thought we could maybe watch a movie?” Chris pointed at a DVD on the table.

The girl still looked really confused, but followed his gaze. And then her eyes roamed around everything he prepared, the snacks, the drinks, even the bowl of nachos that he made as a main dish of the night. She picked up the movie box, and she started laughing.

Now he was the confused one.

“Is this some kind of joke? You're pranking me, right?”

He didn't really know why she reacted like that. Maybe partially because she wasn't expecting him to do something like that, but he had to admit – he was kind of hurt by it. It only showed that his efforts were pointless, she'd never want to be with him, nor trust him.

When she saw his blank face, she must've realized that he was being serious, but she couldn't stop laughing.

“I'm sorry, I just really, really hate that movie. And I can't stand the taste of nachos.”

Chris' mouth opened in awe. He came to a realisation that he was played by none other than Jonas. And he kind of did it to himself, after all he did go to her ex-boyfriend for advice, not to mention that the guy hated his guts, he should've known that he wouldn't be serious and help him get a girl he once loved. Or maybe he was jealous.

At that moment it didn't matter, what mattered was the fact that he made a complete fool out of himself in front of Eva, who was still chuckling thinking it was some kind of prank.

“What is all this about, Chris?” She asked, when she finally calmed down.

Schistad had enough for one night, he wanted to tell her to go home, but he couldn't. He wanted her to stay. And this was his chance to be honest for once, without playing any games or beating around the bush by making up some stupid story.

“I asked Jonas for help.”

She laughed once again, and this time he joined in. This whole situation was actually really funny. “What?!”

“I asked him to tell me what you like, what I could do to win you over.” He simply stated. “And I followed his advice. Fresh Guy and nachos, perfect ending to a perfect night.”

Eva's laugh was one of the most pleasant sounds to his ears. And the way she laughed could also be admired, at least by him. And he did, he stared at her while she was still trying to process this whole situation.

Then, they talked. And went for a walk. He bought her flowers she picked herself and now he knew that she loved lilies.

She would casually start teasing him about the event he prepared for her, at some point she even told him that she never expected that of him and that he surprised her, in a positive way, thankfully.

Once again, he was doing something he has never done before.

He went on a date.

With Eva Mohn.

And it was the most perfect date, and he could have never imagined it to be better than that.

#mohnstad #chriseva #evis #chris schistad #christoffer schistad #chris penetrator #eva mohn #skam #skam season 4 #hartshot #skam fanfic #skam oneshot

[dreaming-of-stories-i-wont-write]

Hi, this is me!!

Hello and welcome to my account!!! I am a writer and I love romance! I do take requests for oneshots, series, and playlists! and my requests are open!! I do not write smut, incest, or mentions of rape, suicide, etc. Below are fandoms you can request for!! I write for male, nonbinary, and female readers! If they don't specifically say male! reader or female! reader than it will be gender neutral or nonbinary!! I also have a friend who will translate my work if needed ( they speak french, spanish, german is my native language, english, itallian, and a little bit of dutch! )

the fandoms i will make/write for are:

supernatural (season one to season fourteen, no spoilers!)

the characters include: dean winchester, sam winchester, castlel, jack kline, and the actors!

the ships include: destiel, sabriel, platonic jack x dean, platonic castle x jack

harry potter

the characters include: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ron weasley, charlie weasley, bill weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, cho chang, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, neville longbottom, blaise zabini, narcissa malfoy, regulus black (male reader only bc that's my head cannon for him)

the ships include: lily, wolfstar, drarry, hedric, pansmione, harry x cho x cedric (poly), blairon, bleville, ronmione, linny

percy jackson (I'm only on the fourth book of hoo, no spoilers please!)

the characters include: percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, nico di angelo (male reader only), will solace, jason grace, piper mcclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, hazel levesque, clarisse la rue

the ships: percabeth, solangelo, jercy, valdangelo, frazel

skam (ive watched all of the remakes but will only write for original and germany, this might change later)

the characters include: nora sætre, jonas vasquez, isak valtersen (male reader only), christoffer schistad, evan næsheim, sana bakkoush (platonic only please), eva mohn, william magnusson

the ships: evak, nora x william, eva x chris, eva x nora

teen wolf

the characters: stiles stillinski, derek hale, issac lahey, scott mccall, lydia martin, allison argent, peter hale, theo raeken, liam dunbar

the ships: sterek, scissac, lydia x allison, thiam

stranger things

the characters: steve harrington, will byers (male reader only for personal headcannon), mike wheeler, eleven/jane hopper, dustin henderson, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, robyn buckley (female reader only), max mayfield, lucas sinclair, joyce byers

the ships: byler, elmax, nancy x robyn, jonathan x steve

IT (2017)

the characters include: mike hanlon, ben hanscom, beverly marsh, richie tozier (male reader only), eddie kaspbarak, bill denbrough, stanley uris

the ships: reddie, stenbrough, mikeverly, benverly, mike x ben

marvel and x-men

the characters include: peter parker, steve rodgers, peggy carters, peter maximoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, charles xavier (young romantic or older platonic only), wade wilson, tony stark, bucky barnes, thor, loki, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, stephen strange (more that I'm probably forgetting tbh)

the ships: stony, parley, ironstrange, stucky,

dc

the characters include: conner kent, clark kent, jonathan kent, damian wayne, tim drake, bruce wayne, jason todd, dick grayson, selina kyle, barbra gordon, helena bertinelli, harley quinn, poison ivy, cassandra cain, kara danvers, mon-el, alex danvers (female reader only), oliver queen, barry allen, bart allen, wally west, miss martian/megan mores (more im not thinking of, just ask)

the ships: damjon, lena luthor x kara danvers, superbat, dick x wally

shameless

the characters include: carl gallagher, ian gallagher (male reader only), debby gallagher, lip gallagher, fiona gallgher, kev and vee (parental only!), mickey milchovich

ships: gallavich 

hockey

the people: nico hischier, connor mcdavid, johnny gaudreau

(there are more but its like 2:00 am rn where i live and I'm lazy as fck)

there are probably others I'm not thinking of, just ask please!!!

layout for this by @slow-dancing-with-myself​

#fandoms #supernatural #IT #shameless #harry potter #dc #xmen #marvel #stranger things #gay #male reader #female reader #nonbinary reader #skam #teen wolf #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus

[crowleying]

Dirty little secret | f! reader

Date: 10.04.2020

Pairing:  Christoffer Schistad x Reader

Reader's pronouns: she/her

Words: 2.205

Fandom: SKAM

Characters: Reader, Christoffer Schistad, William Magnusson, Noora Amalie Sætre, Eva Kviig Mohn

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Angst and fluff

Requested by anon

Request: WOW you write for SKAM! 😭 could you write something like: Reader and Chris are dating but she wants to keep it secret because of his reputation and he's annoyed so they fight, he flirts with girls to piss her off, they're on and off, very good or terrible, constantly and then he leaves for army and they solve nothing so when he comes for break they want to reconcile and fix everything. With prompts: 142, 160, 167, 178. Thanks! ❤

Prompts: 142. “I’m lost without you.” 

160. “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

167. “Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

178. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

Summary: You don’t want to tell anyone that you are in a relationship with Chris. This annoys him and you’re always fighting about it.

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long but I’m happy I was finally able to write it. I wrote it in one go, which is very unusual for me but I really needed it because all I’m doing this days is studying. So thank you for the request!

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what do you think about it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: a black and white gif. Chris Schistad, with a Penetrators hoodie and his backpack on his shoulder, walking by Eva and looking at her. She is giving us the back, she has her backpack on and she turns to look at him. End ID.]

You were leaning against the wall enclosing the school while waiting for your friends and you couldn’t take your eyes off your boyfriend who was talking with the other Penetrators across the courtyard. He flashed you some of his charming smiles from time to time and you couldn’t avoid smiling back and blushing. You were so caught up in your interaction that you didn’t notice your best friend.

“You’re staring” she pointed out almost as a greeting.

“Hello to you” you shot back smiling at her.

“You know, I don’t understand why you want to keep it secret, it’s not like anyone could really miss you smiling to each other all the times with heart-shaped eyes” Noora commented.

You shook your head. “I’ve told you already. Chris has an awful reputation and you more than anyone else should understand” you replied giving her a knowing look.

“Should I?” she asked smiling and waving at William, her boyfriend and Chris’ best friend.

Your eyebrows shot up and she couldn’t ignore your gaze anymore. “What? I’m past that, now everyone knows we are together and we are happy” she said while you caught sight of William and Chris leaving their friends and making their way towards the two of you.

“Hey” William said before taking Noora by the hips and kissing her while Chris shot a look that screamed ‘we could be that happy’. You averted your gaze and cleared your voice. They both got the hint and parted but didn’t let each other go.

“Isn’t it a wonderful day to let the world know of your relationship so that you too can kiss each other without bothering us every time we do so?” William asked you with a cheeky smile. That earned him a glare from you.

Noora and William, being respectively your and Chris’ best friends were the only two to know about your relationship but you were regretting letting them know since they both pushed you to let everyone know. You suspected Chris was behind all of this.

Before you could say anything you were joined by your other friends who were completely oblivious of the whole situation.

“Just think about it” he said briefly before kissing Noora on the lips.

“Let’s go Chris, bye girls.”

You didn’t miss the wink Chris sent Eva’s way and she didn’t either. As soon as the two weren’t in earshot, she let out a cry. “Oh my God, he winked at me!”

You were fuming and Noora shot you a glance. You didn’t react but for the rest of the day you said two words at most and that dark look didn’t leave you. It grew even worse as Chris seemed to be flirting with every girl that passed by and especially with Eva. You didn’t know if you hated him more because he was hurting you or because he was leading her on when she actually liked him.

It went on for the whole week and you just couldn’t take it anymore so you decided you wouldn’t go to the party one of his friends would host on Saturday. You couldn’t watch him flirting with every single girl in the house for the whole night.

No matter how many times Noora tried to convince you to go, you were even more stubborn than she was.

When you heard the bell ringing at ten you thought it was her, both your parents and your brother had the keys so it couldn’t be them. Annoyed you stopped the film you were watching and got up from the bed.

“Noora, I’m not coming to that stupid party” you shouted while reaching the door but when you opened it you found Chris instead.

“What are you doing here? My parents could be at home!”

“Noora told me they went out.”

You cursed her.

“Are you already tired of Eva?” you asked rolling your eyes but leaving the door open for him to come in while you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle.

He entered and closed the door behind, following you inside.

“You know it’s not-” he started only to be interrupted by you.

“I know and it pisses me off because she really likes you and you’re playing with her feelings, just like you’re doing with mine, like you do with everyone’s” you lashed out turning to look at him.

He raised his hands surrendering.

“I know I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry” he said calmly.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry? How many times have I heard it before?” you asked rhetorically turning to put the water in the kettle and putting it on the cooker.

“It’s just- I was angry, ok? I was angry because you want to keep me as your dirty little secret so that your good girl reputation isn’t stained by mine.”

“That’s not why. You know why and it’s not like you ever try to prove me wrong, is it?” you retorted facing him, your tone now calmer.

He pressed his lips together and inspired. You were right and there was no denying it. “Fine, you’re right. I’m sorry and I’ll try to prove you that I really am changed” he said taking a couple of steps towards you. You relaxed accepting it. You would have to do with it for the time being even though you knew it wouldn’t last long.

You nodded and he hugged you.

It was always like this between the two of you. It had begun almost one year ago. You asked him to keep it secret for a while and he accepted if you let him tell it to William. You agreed but after sometime he eventually became tired of the situation and started pushing you to let everyone know. When you refused he started flirting with everyone he laid his eyes on just to piss you off. That time you almost broke up but then he pleaded you not to and you decided to give him another chance and for some time everything was great but then it happened again and again and again. You had become so used to it by now that you were always ready. You didn’t know how it could still be working between the two of you but somehow it did.

 The next couple of weeks were great, you spent almost every day together when you weren’t at school, he didn’t seem to have eyes for anyone but you, he had completely forgot about Eva.

She didn’t understand what had happened to make him change so suddenly and she was talking about it with the girls for the umpteenth time. You weren’t really listening.

“I need to go to the toilet” you stated getting up from your spot on the windowsill. They barely nodded before bringing their attention back to Eva.

You were tired of listening to her talking about your boyfriend. You were so lost in your thought about him that you didn’t notice a door on you left flying open before someone pulled you in and closed the door. You were ready to fight but you recognized Chris and give him a small push on the chest.

“What are you doing?” you whispered hardly keeping from smiling.

“I missed you” he said pulling you in a heated kiss you couldn’t resist. Your arms went around his neck without you even noticing.

He pushed you against a desk. You sat on it and he made his way between your legs and started kissing your neck. You knew very well where he wanted to go but you put a hand against his chest and pushed.

“Chris, we can’t, we are at school” you reminded him biting your lower lip trying not to smile.

“I don’t care” he muttered against your skin.

“I know but I do” you said giggling. He pulled back. “I know you do, you always do” he replied bitterly and you knew you were back to fighting.

“Chris, please” you whispered tiredly. You didn’t want to fight but he apparently did. “No Y/N, I am the one pleading you. We have been together for almost a year and you still don’t want people to know” he pointed out.

“Because you haven’t changed as you always promise me to” you retorted hopping off the desk.

“I have changed; I’ve been only with you this whole time, why can’t you see it? Why don’t you understand that since you’ve shown me what love can feel like I don’t care for anyone else?” he asked, a pained look on his beautiful face. The bell rang.

“Because you keep flirting with everyone” you replied shaking your head and feeling the tears coming to your eyes. Without giving him the time to reply you left, not wanting to cry in front of him.

After that you didn’t see each other for weeks. He had exams and you kept to yourself; even Noora didn’t see you all that much, you didn’t really feel like staying with the girls.

 As hard as you tried, however, you couldn’t ditch that damn party at William’s to celebrate the end of the school. You knew there would be no avoiding Chris there. As soon as you walked in you spotted him but you were able to go unseen for a whole hour before he found you in the kitchen grabbing the third beer of the night.

“We need to talk” he said right away.

You hesitated.

“Please” he insisted and he seemed almost desperate. You nodded and left the unopened bottle on the counter following him out of the flat and then the palace.

You stopped only once you were in the street and waited for him to talk.

“I... I’m sorry for saying it now that we’re not even speaking but I didn’t want to leave without telling you” he began and a shiver went down your back. You didn’t know it was for the chilly air or if was for his words.

“Leave? What do you mean? Where are you going?” you asked bringing you arms around yourself to fend the cold off. You hadn’t thought of taking your jacket with you.

He took his off and put it on your shoulders.

“I decided to join the army” he said and the world around you started spinning incredibly fast.

You felt the words getting stuck in your throat and tears came to your eyes instead.

“Why?” you finally managed to whisper.

“I want to get my head together and take my time to decide what to do afterwards” he said getting closer to you and putting his hands on your arms.

“It is not your fault” he added guessing your thoughts. Your tears started flowing and he hugged you.

“When are you leaving?” you whispered.

“In two days.”

“Two days?” you asked faintly.

“I’m sorry” he whispered squeezing you to his chest.

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay” you pleaded him. You knew it wouldn’t change anything but you needed to hear that from him.

“It’s going to be ok, I promise” he said and you nodded.

He pulled apart and looked at you. “Please don’t cry” he said drying your tears delicately with his thumbs.

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now. I will need to think of your wonderful smile when I will be away and missing you.”

You tried to do your best but only managed to smile weakly. He smiled back and pulled you back in the hug.

 Months had gone by and you still missed him as much as you did the first day. You didn’t know how it was possible. Before he left you both decided it would be better not staying in contact but you regretted it now. Not knowing how he was doing was killing you; the only news being those William passed you through Noora. It was her who told you he was back. She barely had the time to finish the sentence before you ended the call and put your jacket on leaving the house without bothering telling anyone where you were going.

You ran all the way there and when you finally got to the door you were spent. Still out of breath you rang the bell. You didn’t need to wait too long for the door to open showing an extremely surprised Chris.

“How...?” he began but he was interrupted by William. “Oh, wow, that was quick” he commented seeing you. “I’ll leave you two alone” he said winking at you.

“Thanks” you whispered, a small smile on your lips.

“We’ll see soon, yeah?” he asked Chris who nodded, still a little bit confused.

William left and you followed Chris inside.

Chris closed the door and as soon as he turned you hugged him.

“Please don’t leave ever again, I’ll tell the world that we are together, I’ll put banners around the city if I can get you to stay” you blurted out making him laugh. He hugged you back.

“So we are back together?” he asked and you nodded without hesitation. “I’m lost without you” you admitted.

“Oh God, I love you and I’m not leaving again” he said looking you in the eyes before kissing you deeply.

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Not perfect

One.

Their first kiss wasn’t perfect. It didn’t happen after a wonderful date or sweet love confession. There wasn’t any violin music playing in the background and nothing moved in slowmotion. She was crying and he had a girlfriend at the time. So, no. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even close to being perfect. But it was great and even though she broke the kiss after a couple of seconds, she definetly felt something. Her head was dizzy, her thoughts blurry and her body tingling. He also couldn’t deny that something happend. When she kissed him in that bedroom, looking devasteted because of her stupid boyfriend, he didn’t only wanna kiss her. Sure, her lips on his lips, her hands in his hair and her scent in his nose were nice, even great, but for the most part he just wanted her to feel good and to stop crying. Her face was so beautiful and seeing her eyes all red and puffy made him upset. When she broke away he couldn’t help but feel a little lost. In one second he had her in his arms, breathing in her smell and in the next second she was gone. And to make it all worse, she seemed more upset than before.

Two.

He didn’t think too much about the kiss. He liked her but it wasn’t as though he instantly fell in love with her. She was pretty and sweet but there were other people he could hook up with. After Iben broke up with him he was free to flirt with others as much as he wanted, never having to look out for Iben.   Chris felt good. Parties, hook ups, sex. Everything he liked and always had liked. No strings attached. It was easy and he was used to it; his life had been like this and he didn’t miss anything. Having an actual girlfriend and living in monogamy would’ve been to complicated. It would’ve limitated him and he would’ve practicaly exchanged his freedom for the difficulties that come with being a boyfriend. Also, there wasn’t anyone he liked enough to think about being in a relationship with them. Of course there were enough pretty and hot girls, and sometimes even hot guys, but all of them were just one night stands. Maybe sometimes two nights or there nights, but that was the absolout limit. After all, his thing with Iben had only happend after they had hooked up a couple of times and he had stayed over at her house for the next day. Somehow she had interpreted this as a relationship thing and that was how their boyfriend-girlfriend-thing started in the first place. Not wanting this to happen again he never stayed over after sex. No cuddling, no affection.

And it worked. He was freer than ever.

Three.

Right after her and Jonas’ break up she was sad. Of course. Break ups are always sad and there really isn’t anything to do about it. Sure, their break up sex made it a little less horrible, but that didn’t change the fact that their relationship was over. For good. After a couple of weeks of being upset she started enjoying life. There wasn’t anyone to hold her back. No boyfriend she could’ve possibly cheated on or someone who could’ve been dissapointed by her. She went to parties and had fun, drank way too much alcohol and hooked up with boys. She felt good and making out with a different guy at every party was fun and exciting.

Four.

It wasn’t until the party at the bus that they really spend time together again. Sure, they had seen each other at parties and may or may not have hooked one or two times, but they never spend more than a couple of minutes with each other. The bus didn’t really give them much of a choice. There wasn’t that much space and since Eva planned on hooking up with Chris anyway they spend the whole party together, drinking and dancing either with the others or in a corner. After a couple of drinks Eva put her lips onto his, pulling him closer by his shirt and moaning when he responded by kissing her hard and dedicated. She liked the way he pushed her against a wall and he liked the way her hands went through his hair, grabbing and pulling it. It was hot and intimate and breathtaking and lovely and hadn’t it been for the yakuza guys they would have propably kissed forever.

Five.

After that they hooked up at pretty much every party they both attended. It didn’t matter if Eva was already kissing another guy or if Chris was flirting with another girl, as soon as the other entred the room they spend the rest of the night together. The first time they had sex they’d been at a party hosted by some ‘99 girl, but it hadn’t taken take them long to leave the party and go to her place. It was hot and intense and Chris could have sworn that her moaning his name, lying in bed being completely and utterly satisfied, with her hair all over the pillow and her scent in his nose, was the most beautiful and breathtaking thing he had ever wittnessed.

Six.

It wasn’t just hook ups. Not just sex. Not just fooling around. Of course they had fun in bed and at parties, but at some time during their…thing he’d realized that there was more. They didn’t only hook up three times. He’d lost count of how many times it had happend and he didn’t even notice it. He didn’t notice that he broke his own damn rule without even intending to. She stayed over at his after they had sex. Not always because sometimes she had to get back home to do some school stuff but usually she stayed there for at least another hour or two, just to watch a movie or to talk or to cuddle. He let her into his life. He spend time with her outside of hooking up and having sex. He liked her for more than just her curvy body or her pretty hair or her gorgeous face. And he was scared. Not because he knew that this thing beween them would hurt him but rather because he knew that he would be the worlds shittiest boyfriend. He’d break her heart and she would never deserve something like that. She knew how he was and that monogamy wasn’t excactly his thing. But maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have a problem with it if he had her?

Seven.

They weren’t the perfect couple. He didn’t give her romantic gifts whenever he felt like it and she wasn’t never jealous. They didn’t resolve every fight after a night of not texting each other and they didn’t declare their love to one another every chance they got. But she didn’t need someone who told her how lovely she was every five minutes and he needed something interisting. So, no. They weren’t perfect. They weren’t even close to being perfect but they were great. They kissed and they fought and they had sex and they made waffles and they were just a couple. Not a total lovey-dovey couple but a couple of strong and independent minds who just so happend to fall in love with each other despite the fact that one of them never really wanted a relationship and the other was scared of being hurt.

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[justbemytommo]

Chapters: 11/24 Fandom: SKAM (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen Characters: Even Bech Næsheim, Isak Valtersen, Noora Amalie Sætre, Mikael Øverlie Boukhal, Yousef Acar, Elias Bakkoush, William Magnusson, Ingrid Theis Gaupseth, Christoffer Schistad, Sara Nørrstelien, Eskild Tryggvason, Magnus Fossbakken Additional Tags: #skamchristmas17, Angst, Christmas Fluff, Parents, awesome beds, Bedsharing, Longing, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Disney References, Anxiety, Obsessive Behavior, Even Bech Næsheim is Extra, Alternate Universe, University, Dorm Living Summary:

The Christmas fic challenge oneshot, for #skamchristmas17, that turned into a monster. See? I can't even follow my own prompts! So follow Isak and Even in this University Dorm life AU, full of snowflakes, fluffy pillows, and people who are nothing like they seem on the outside. Because people keep secrets. Pretend to be people they are not. And secrets will wear you down if you don't let them out to air once in a while.

I am keeping this smut free for now, but hey who am I kidding. There will be smut eventually and I will tag it appropriately when the time comes.

So, welcome to this years advent calendar fic. Nope, I didn't expect to write that either. But here we go. 24 small chapters of love and fluff and being kind.

Massive thank you and shout out to the amazing @elli_skam on Instagram who has let me use her illustrations to add to this fic. I hope you enjoy what I created with your art as an inspiration.

Tweet me @sophiasoames or Insta @sophiasoames. Be nice, be kind, Always. x

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[imyourliquor-youremypoison]

French Kiss (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 3

Synopsis : Life is a show and Nissen was Christoffer’s stage. He owned the place, people cheered for him, he brought life to the parties and good looks to his group of friends. But after high school he wasn’t so much of a star boy anymore and he found himself being terribly alone. Who really knew the real him? Only the people who got a backstage pass to his life could claim to do. But amidst all the turmoil of his young years, a strange girl is going to stumbled in his life - neither of them will be prepared for this.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 2 <<< >>> Part 4

MASTERLIST

Rule number three: When you feel your worst, gotta look your best.

Something about his conversation with Andreas had bummed Chris out. His friend meant no harm, he knew it, but his remarks about Chris being single or not having any game anymore still stung. The more he thought about it, the least confident he felt, although he tried his best not to show it – especially not to girls. At some point, it was completely fine because so many girls were into him that he hardly ever was alone long enough to get infatuated with one specific girl – but now it changed. He changed. Most of those same girls who still found him attractive and boyfriend material did not interest him any longer. He wanted something else. Someone else.

            Was this how other people always felt when they had a date – or just hung out – with somebody they liked? Because that’s what was happening: he liked her. He thought he wanted to score her, but it wasn’t quite right. Chris had sweaty palms and felt sort of sick while also incredibly thrilled at the same time. He didn’t know what it was about her that was different, but he couldn’t ignore that it was. He even took the stairs up to her floor in hopes that the long climb would give him the time he needed to collect himself.

            He had stopped at his place to drop off his bag and change shirts, brush his teeth, all the basic stuff. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and ordered himself to get his shit together, because he was Christoffer fucking Schistad and he could swoop the little upstairs Frenchie off her feet whenever he wanted to… couldn’t he?

            His hand still hesitated a second before knocking. Chris gulped down as he waited. It would be fine, this wasn't even a real date, it's informal, the most casual hang out between a boy and a girl he could ask for. She would open the door, say hi and they would simply chat and walk around the city. It was a fresh and rather misty day, but it didn't rain and the wind didn't blow which was good.

“Hei,” she greeted him with a big smile as soon as she opened the door.

            She used her foot to push the door wide open while her hands were busy fumbling with her hair. In a masterful twist or two it was tied back, though a couple strands framed her face. Her cheeks were pink and eyes glowing as if she had run here. 

“Come in, I'm not ready yet,” she told him and stepped aside. “I am right back,” she said before rushing to the bathroom.

            Chris walked in, hands stuffed in his pockets because he didn't know what else to do with them.

“We're in no rush,” he told her.

            A faint smirk appeared on his face when he saw her living room. The apartment was a mirror image of his own, except it was packed to the brim with various girl’s stuff. Clothes scattered over chairs, a pile of colorful notebooks on the table, a handbag, two laptops covered in stickers, a purple blanket hung over the back of the couch and on the windows' edges she had aligned a bunch of plants. What surprised him was that almost everything seemed to be in duplicate.

“You don't live alone?” he asked her over his shoulder. She hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.

“No,” she said. He barely heard her and decided to go back towards the bathroom, standing beside the ajar door. “I have a roommate. She's a foreign student from Ireland,” she told him.

“An exchange student you mean?” Chris asked, chuckling a bit. She managed to get her point across but mostly used the wrong words to say what she wanted to say.

“Yes, an exchange student,” she repeated as though saying the words would help her remember. “Almost finished.”

“Can I get anything for you?” he inquired leaning towards the door.

“My shoes. I can't find the other o- aah!” she let out the smallest of yelps when she swung the door open and almost bumped into Chris, not expecting him to stand right behind the door. Helen stumbled on her feet and fell right into Chris' open arms who was quick to catch her.

            Chris inwardly congratulated himself for his reflexes. There was a moment of silence during which they looked at each other like a deer caught in headlights.

“Thanks,” she mumbled as she straightened herself.

“I think you just fell for me, Helen,” Chris laughed.

            Fuck, Andre was right. His pick-up lines were lame and stupid, no wonder he couldn't find a girlfriend. He should accept Astrid's offer to hitch him up. And what if she didn't get the pun? He always found jokes in foreign languages to be difficult to understand.

            But she wiped away his worries with a smile and a laugh. Helen walked past him and squeezed his shoulder. She grabbed her other shoe and quickly put it on. Then she took her phone and wallet out of her bag and put them in the pockets of her jacket.

“Prête,” she declared.

            In a surge of boldness, Chris grabbed the scarf hanging on the hook behind the door and draped it around Helen's neck. She didn't say anything; she nuzzled it.

“You'll thank me later,” he told her. “Now come, I'll take you to my favorite part of the city.”

“What is it?” she asked curiously.

“Grünerløkka,” he answered, knowing she wouldn't know what or where it was. He chuckled when he saw the confused frown on her face. “You'll see, you'll like it.”

            He was sure that she would, there was no doubt in his mind. He used to take girls out clubbing or having dinner at a fancy restaurant, depending on what kind of girl he was trying to win over, but Helen didn't strike him as either of those two types. He was going to take full advantage of his Oslo tour guide role. As they took a tram and then a bus to get to the part of the city where Chris wanted to take her, they made small talk. It felt a little awkward but not uncomfortable.

“What did you want to see me so soon?” she suddenly asked him, when they walked off the bus and onto the pavement.

            With his hands in his pockets still, Chris shrugged and pouted. He didn't know what to answer to that honestly, it wasn't a question he was used to getting. Usually, girls were happy enough to get the chance to hang out with him and didn't question his motivations. He couldn’t tell her that he might have chickened out if he had waited any longer. He couldn’t tell her that he was touch starved and desperate.

He shrugged again for good measure.

“You have a reason,” she insisted, smiling cunningly and crossing her arms over her chest. She seemed to try to pull a serious face but she only managed to look adorable with her face half hidden behind her scarf.

“Maybe it's a secret,” he told her to dodge the question.

“A secret that make you look sad,” she observed.

            For an absolute stranger that barely knew him, she sure must have a keen eye if she was able to see that. Most people never even saw through Chris' act of confident fuck boy during all the years they knew him. Helen and her big innocent eyes did though. She smiled again. She was doing a lot of smiling and Chris came to realize that it might be her way of communicating when words failed her.

“Sad? Here I thought I looked devilishly handsome,” Chris joked and Helen bumped her shoulder against his. “Do I look sad?” he then asked her in a more serious voice.

“A little bit,” she said, ever with her distinctive accent that made her stress the words in the wrong place. “Do you want not to tell me why?” Helen paused a little after that sentence, aware that she had messed up the order of the words. Chris chuckled.

“I had a very long, upsetting day,” he confessed reluctantly. “And I didn't want it to finish as horribly as it started so I asked you out.”

“Ask me out?” Helen laughed. “I don't know this is a date.” Her hand flew to her chest right above her heart and her eyes lit up with malice. There wasn't much more Chris could ask for to make his day better.

“Touché!” Chris said with a look of hurt.

            Helen once again gave him that look of utter fascination when he used a French word. She was making a little fun of him but her sympathetic nature also made her place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it lightly.

“What happened to make you upset?” she inquired politely. She tried not to intrude, he could tell, but she was curious and didn't want to let the conversation die either.

“I have a dumb best friend, that's what happened. And a lot of work for uni,” he sighed. “You know what, I don't want to talk about how shitty today was, I just want to make it better.”

“That's good state of mind,” Helen agreed with him. “So, what did you want to show me here? At... Grunluka?”

“Grünerløkka,” Chris corrected her. “It's the hipster part of the city. And I'm only showing you this because you don't know any of my friends so there's no risk of you telling them about it,” he chuckled. “It's by far the liveliest part of Oslo. And it's where you find the best cafés and shops too.”

“You use French words to impress me?” Her nose scrunched up and she tugged at her scarf to loosen it. “Why don't you take me to drink something? I have not sat down since... shit I forgot how you say. The time before noon?” Helen turned to Chris for help.

“You mean eleven?”

“Yes! I'm standing since eleven,” she exclaimed.

“Fair enough, we'll go to a place I like. But now it's a date!” he told her.

            The way he said it made it sound like he was bargaining with her. Helen seemed to enjoy their flirty conversation but still hesitated before agreeing. She was the one who asked him to take her somewhere, she couldn't refuse him a tête à tête now, could she?

            Chris was beckoning, he was as charming as could be. One glance at him and she had known that she would regret ever opening the door when he returned her notebook. Attractive boys were the worst. They drew attention, all kinds of trouble, and there was no telling if they really liked you or if you simply were another name on the list of girls they dated.

            She really did hesitate though. She wanted to tell him that she was looking for a friendly hang out, a good warm coffee and a lazy walk around town. That she didn't come all the way from France to Oslo to be hit on by yet another womanizer. However long she would end up staying in Norway, she wanted every second, every person she met to matter. Right now, Chris was a potential friend and downstairs neighbor she could go grab a pizza with after a long day of work.

“If we are sitting down, it’s a date?” she asked. “Is it the rule?”

“Yes, absolutely,” Chris nodded. It was the new rule now. Of course, he was only teasing, this could be whatever she wanted. He hoped she knew that, although, by the looks of it, she wasn’t entirely sure.

            She pressed her lips together, looking reluctant.

            Still, she nodded, because she was only human and Chris was fun to be around. Whether or not this was a good idea was a problem she would address later. Whether or not she would regret ever nodding her head and following him to the cozy looking café situated on the last floor of a building and offering a beautiful view of the city was also an issue she pushed to the back of her mind. Right about now, she simply wanted a warm coffee and a good conversation.

            Chris gestured her to choose a table and Helen smiled kindly then pointed at a two-person table in a corner. No telling if she opted for the most remote table because she wanted intimacy or if it was because of the view – either way, Chris approved.

A/N: YOU GUYS it’s killing me to purposely write mistakes because Helen doesn’t speak good Norwegian yet - good for all of us that she’s a quick study

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[imyourliquor-youremypoison]

French Kiss (Skam - Chris x OC) - Part 2

Synopsis : Life is a show and Nissen was Christoffer’s stage. He owned the place, people cheered for him, he brought life to the parties and good looks to his group of friends. But after high school he wasn’t so much of a star boy anymore and he found himself being terribly alone. Who really knew the real him? Only the people who got a backstage pass to his life could claim to do. But amidst all the turmoil of his young years, a strange girl is going to stumbled in his life - neither of them will be prepared for this.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1 <<< >>> Part 3

MASTERLIST

Rule number two: Attack is the best defense.

Chris had always felt like he was above the law. Well, maybe not when it came to committing a crime like robbing a bank, but the law as in the rules. He scarcely ever had to face the consequences of his actions which led to his believing that he was untouchable. That's what he got for being the only child of parents who didn't really care much for him when he was a child and spent most of his time with nice au pair girls who were too scared and too well-paid to even think about upsetting little Christoffer.

            It wasn't necessarily the big things: he didn't deal drugs, steal from stores or throw bricks into windows, but the small everyday things. Chris could leave his empty paper cup of coffee on the table and there was always another Penetrator to pick it up, one that was lower on the social ladder. Chris could forget to hand in an assignment and charm the teacher into giving him more time. Chris could park his car wherever he wanted and his dad always took care of the ticket if he got one. Chris could date three, four girls at the same time without them throwing a tantrum.

            Yes, Chris lived by a set of rules entirely his own and did not feel the need to abide by anyone else’s. For most of his life, at least. He was reconsidering now. However, no one could convince him to do stupid things like, for instance, wait three days before texting a girl.

            Who came up with that one, anyway? That was for the amateurs who never got laid in their life. He played in premier league. Girls threw themselves at him. The cute, candid, little French girl living above him would soon be under him. What sane girl could turn him down? How could a foreigner looking for ties in a new country pass up the opportunity to score a hot Norwegian boy?

            That’s what he told himself, at least. Nobody would convince him to passively wait next to his phone for three days to pass or for the girl to text first. That was out of the question and the person who invented this rule didn't know girls at all. Chris sent the first text as soon as he was back at his apartment, merely so she would have his number too.

            The second one followed the very next day – which was only a few hours after the first one actually – and it was to ask her when she was free. Helen took her sweet time to answer, which was very annoying. She was either extremely busy (at work maybe) or she purposely waited an hour or two to reply because she wanted to play hard to get.

“Girls,” Chris grumbled and locked his phone again after checking it for the tenth time in under thirty minutes.

“Girls, plural?” his friend Andreas asked, looking up from his physics textbook. He wasn't even reading it, he had dozed off a while ago and Chris thought he was sleeping with his face against the open book. He had a crease on his cheek for a rumpled page.

“Girls in general,” Chris developed his thought. “They'll drive me insane before I understand them.”

“Understanding girls?” Andreas frowned and rubbed the sleepiness away from his eyes. “Dude, you'd have a better chance understanding what this book says than girls.”

“Well, given how fast you're reading this book I think I still have a better chance than you,” Chris snickered and threw his pencil at his friend to wake him up. When Andreas' hand was finally up the pencil had already hit him in the forehead.

“Hey! Fuck off man,” he said out of reflex more than out of actual pain. “Just- what happened for you to curse those lovely creatures that make life worth living?”

“Granted my reasoning is mostly based on what I saw in movies and not actual data, but aren't girls supposed to sit by their phone and wait in expectancy for the guy to text and then answer right away?” Chris blurted out but regretted it almost immediately.

“You know Hollywood feeds us with lies in those dumb rom-coms?” Andreas huffed. “Don't tell me that's your only reference in girl matters. I thought you were a ladies’ man.”

            Chris didn't say anything, he just crossed his arms over his chest, which caused Andreas to harshly throw the pencil back at him.

“You stupid fuck,” he exclaimed and rolled his eyes. “How you even get girls in your bed that's beyond me.”

“Shut up, not everyone's lucky enough to find a hot, funny girlfriend on the first week of college, cut me some slack!” He grumbled while rubbing the spot on his head where the pencil hit him. “Girls used to be easier-”

“You're not in high school anymore Chrissy,” Andreas snorted and rolled his eyes. “Girls have standards here, and options. Lots and lots of options. It’s time you accept that the time you had your pick is over, now they’re the ones choosing us.”

            He was two years older than Chris but only started college this year – he took two consecutive gap years. To do what? And where? Chris wasn’t even sure. Andreas was majoring in physics and beginning to regret it. He liked to tease the hell out of Chris for being the younger one and often patronized him or treated him like he was his very own young padawan. He could take a hint though and by the look Chris was currently giving him, he knew he had overstepped. Chris hated nicknames.

“Alright, tell me why your knickers are in a twist,” he sighed, putting away his gigantic textbook. The day Chris' patience wore out he could always use this book to knock Andreas out cold.

“My knick-” he started but changed his mind. “You know what? I'll be the bigger person and let it slide. The girl I'm having trouble with is my upstairs neighbor.”

“Since when do you have a hot upstairs neighbor? Wouldn't you have noticed before? Seen her in the elevator or leaving the building?” Andreas' curiosity was piqued.

“She takes the stairs,” Chris explained dismissively. “But the point is, now I know her and I have her number-”

“Ah, that's my Chris!” His friend rejoiced, raising his hand for a fist bump. Chris hated fist bumps too. How did this moron manage to get himself a girlfriend and not Chris? “I knew you were back in the game. It's like bicycle you never really forget it.”

“Stop interrupting me or I'll smack you in the head with your textbook. I'm almost certain the blow is going to be fatal,” Chris warned the other boy with a stern glance. He pushed his hair back with one hand and distractedly twirled his phone around on the wooden table with the other. “Her name's Helen and she's not Norwegian so I graciously offered to help her learn the language and give her free city tours.”

“An exchange student?” Andreas frowned. “Those are great ones! Most of them are here to get crazy and have the time of their life, they are ready to try anything! And what’s even better: no commitment at all, because they leave at the end of the year!”

            He seemed to be speaking of personal experience, but the way he said that last part sounded gross even to Chris. He might be an irredeemable womanizer but he liked to think that he was a classy one. Talking about the girls that went through his bed and what they did in it was never something he was into.

“Nah, she said she just arrived and that she was going to spend a year working and learning Norwegian before applying for college. Man, you should have seen her, she's a real mouse! Not particularly short but she shrunk back every time I opened my mouth. And she kept blushing like she never spoke to a boy in her life!”

“You know what they say: the more innocent they look the kinkier they are,” Andreas said with an eyebrow wiggle which earned him a slap on the head. “Where is she from? Is she American? Italian? No wait- Russian?”

“Would you stop it?! She's French. I'm not saying anything else,” Chris told him and stood up, causing the chair to screech on the tiled floor. “You seriously need to keep yourself in check dude, you're a real psycho.”

“That's how Astrid likes me,” Andrews replied with a wink and Chris shook his head as he packed his stuff, ready to walk away and leave Andreas to his pretend-studying. “Speaking of which-” he continued, stretching the last syllable. “-here comes the light of my life.”

            The moment Chris turned around with is backpack thrown over his right shoulder Astrid arrived with her usual big smile and aura of good mood.

“Hi boys,” she greeted them both. She lightly squeezed Chris' shoulder as she walked past him to plant a kiss on her boyfriend's lips. “Leaving already, Chris?”

“He doesn't want to third wheel, right Chris?” Andreas said, winking at his friend when Astrid wasn't looking at him.

“Yeah,” Chris played along. “Got work to do and clearly here isn't the place I'll get it done.”

“Oh wait!” she exclaimed suddenly, making Chris spin on his heels. He looked at her with raised eyebrows to show her she had his full attention. “If you're still up for it, I actually have a friend who'd want to meet you. I could introduce you two, I trust she's your type.”

“Now you have terrible timing babe,” Andreas laughed, earning a confused frown.

            She sat down on the chair next to him and asked what the problem was. Chris raised his eyes to the sky and cursed internally. He shouldn't have told him about Helen.

“Our big boy Chris found a girl all by himself just yesterday,” he explained with a hint of pride in his voice.

“You're a dick, Andre,” Chris scoffed and turned around for good, leaving his friends in the most deserted part of the library – they always sat there because they liked to talk and not just study in silence. Maybe Chris would pick up a better habit and start actually working alone to get shit done.

            The sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket relieved some of his annoyance. When he pulled it out and saw what it read, the rest of it vanished too.

            2 Messages from Hel

13:45 – Sorry I couldn't answer sooner, I'm working today. -Hel

13:46 – I'm free everyday after 16:00 let me know when you're available. - Hel

            A smile fought its way on Chris' face even though he was still feeling grumpy about his friend's asshole behavior. He had to admit he was actually impressed by her neat grammar. She either spent a lot of time writing these texts or she was a lot better at writing than talking.

13:48 – Everyday? So that means I can take you out today. He made sure not to phrase it like it was a question. That's great I needed to get my mind off of work and I know exactly where to take you. - Chris

            She had to say yes, it was the only thing that could possibly save this day and he couldn't be any more obvious or straightforward about liking her and wanting to see her again. One of his golden rules in high school was to never talk to a girl more than once every twenty-four hours. That made it three times.

13:56 – Today? - Hel

She took another two full minutes to send a follow-up message, and Chris’ stomach was in knots now.

13:59 – I guess it's fine yes. Pick me up at 16:30? - Hel

            For the first time in the story of his life, Chris might be more thrilled to meet up with a girl than the girl was to see him. Which would be more alarming if Chris hadn't spent the last few weeks starved of anything close to female affection. For a reason that eluded him, he was suddenly affected by a severe case of indifference toward all the girls around him.  All girls but this one apparently.

14:00 – A vos ordres ;) - Chris

A/N: I’m literally only writing this new series because I need a good not to study haha :)))) I’ll regret it later so please be supportive and send me some messages that will cheer me up even if I fail my exams

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Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Epilogue

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: THERE IT IS i’m sorry it took so long, I never thought it’d turn out this long. This ‘short’ epilogue somehow became the longest part of the story and I genuinely can’t say what happened. It could be a oneshot on its own - it’s detailed like that. There’s a big time jump at the beginning but I made sure to fill in what you missed ;)

Warning: all the otherfucking fluff; I hope you have a sweet tooth or else this is gonna give you some raging toothache.

MASTERLIST

Part 21 <<<

A few years later...

Mara continuously tried to grab the salt from Chris' hand while he kept adding some to the vegetables but he raised the hand holding the salt jar too high for her to reach it. He laughed when he heard her use her threatening voice and call his name as she gave him the look.

“Stop adding salt!” She pestered him but it served only to make him smile wider as he watched her struggle to try and grab the salt – and fail.

“I'm the cook and I say it needs more salt,” he replied, stepping closer to her only to look at her from under his nose as if he were a great chef whose authority no one could contest.

He motioned to add another sprinkle of salt when Mara literally threw herself at him and grabbed his arm to stop him.

“It'll be too salty, Chris!” She argued, miserably failing at her attempt to keep him from reaching  the jar of salt.

Even with their arms entangled and Mara's constant screaming, Chris managed to do as he pleased. He was smirking in victory and momentarily lowered his guard – it was enough for Mara to ceased the opportunity and confiscate the salt once and for good.

“Ha! Ha!” She exclaimed, holding her trophy against her chest so it would be safe from Chris' light fingers.

“Get out of my kitchen you vertically challenged thief!” Chris told her, chasing her off and he grabbed a napkin and threw it over his shoulder.

He was still much more skilled in the cooking field than Mara, although she tried her best and often helped him – even if she suspected he enjoyed his role of chef and only assigned her simple tasks which never allowed her to actually improve. With a twirl and a laughter Mara left him to his task – with the salt – and Chris had to repress a somewhat annoyed but fond sigh.

She didn't go farther than the other side of the kitchen island, where William sat and rolled his eyes at his sister and his best friend's antics. He felt like he was intruding but at the same time he wanted to be included a little more.

“Stop it, you guys!” He told them. “I didn't come all the way here from London to watch you go all domestic on me,” he said with a dramatic tone.

Chris ignored him – or maybe he simply didn't hear over the sound of the stove and the food cooking – and Mara merely shot him an innocent smile and took place on the seat beside his, leaning on the counter and letting her hand hang from the edge. William's eyes automatically switched to the eye catching ring on his sister's finger, like every time it caught the light, and was once again reminded of the fact that she was married to this dumbass over there.

“Why did you come then, brother?” Mara asked him, nudging him playfully. She set the salt down on the counter and chuckled, “certainly not for Chris' salty cooking.”

“I heard that!” Chris shouted. “And it's not too salty, it's perfect salty.”

“You're doing it again!” William cut them off before Mara could answer something silly and endearing, because he still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his little sister was married to Penetrator Chris. He sort of got used to it, but it still blew his mind away.

“Says the one who looks at Noora like she's the sun and stars of your world!” Mara replied, poking Will's arm. “I know you think nobody notices when you gaze at her in awe, but we do.”

“So what? At least I keep quiet, you two are horribly keen on PDAs, it's like Senior year all over again,” he said in disgust, even letting a shiver run through his body.

“Shut up, or I'll take your beer,” Mara warned him and William, although he seemed unimpressed, brought his drink slightly closer to him.

“If you do that I'll go grab the Tequila – we already have the salt,” William shot back but still lifted the beer to his mouth.

It was the only beer left because Chris had invited his friends over this week to watch a game on TV, and they drank all of their alcohol. And he forgot to buy more, which meant they were left with one beer, and various kinds of strong alcohols – but Mara was nowhere near pouring them a glass of vodka on Christmas Eve before dinner. If the others wanted to make the most of the night and get hammered afterwards while singing vulgar versions of Christmas songs then so be it, but not before dessert.

“When is Noora's plane supposed to land?” Mara inquired, moving the conversation to a safer subject. “Should we pick her up?”

“She said she'd take a taxi,” he said. He didn't like the idea, it was written all over his face. “She should be there soon,” he declared after taking a look at his wrist watch and frowning.

He was so protective of her, Chris often teased him for it then asked Mara to slap some sense into him if he ever turned into an overprotective mother bear with her. Most of the time she snorted and reminded him that it was needless to tell her because chances were she would do it with or without his permission.

“Glaring at your watch won't make her come quicker,” she reminded him, laughing silently. “She's a big girl.”

“She's twenty minutes late,” he stated flatly, apparently not in the mood for jokes anymore now that he noticed how late it was.

“It's Christmas Eve, she probably had some trouble finding a taxi, 'is all,” Chris said when he walked round the island to grab the salt from under Mara's nose and squeeze her waist in the process. She gestured to her eyes then to his to show him she was watching him and his abusive use of salt but smiled thankfully for his intervention.

His word always weighted a lot in the decisions William was taking. Whether it be professional or personal, ever since the huge fight they had when Mara and Chris told him they were dating – it felt like a lifetime ago – they made it their priority to never hide anything important from each other again and asked for one another's opinion all the time.

Mara felt a little discriminated against since she was concerned too and was still left out of this tacit deal – though she still applied it with Chris. William on the other hand, had taken his distance since he moved away, and even if the two siblings were tight and loved each other, it wasn't the same as when they were foolish teenagers living together and throwing parties like no one else – no one but Chris, that is.

“Will, relax, I can see the vein on your forehead throb,” Mara pointed out with a faint wince and William finished his beer. “Well I hope you enjoyed it.”

He hummed in response and pulled out his phone to check if Noora sent him a text he might have missed. A soft knock on the door sufficed to make the tension leave his features and William jumped off the kitchen stool so abruptly he almost knocked his empty bottle of beer down. Mara caught it right before it fell, out of sheer reflex and when she looked up, ready to throw the bottle at Will's face, she met Chris' stunned expression as he was giving her an impressed little smirk.

“Ninja,” Mara said, placing it back on the counter. “He needs to chill, he's tight as a string!”

“Let it go Mara, you know how he is when it comes to Noora,” Chris told her with a shrug. “Come help me while he greets her, it'll probably take a while-”

“-especially if they decide to hide in the closet to make out,” she finished his sentence for him and they laughed at the expense of their friends, referring to the early stage of their relationship when they tried to hide it from everyone – besides Mara and Chris who were let in on the secret.

“Do we have a closet in the hallway?” He asked in a much too serious tone for someone who's been living here his entire life.

“Yes we do, Chris!” Mara said, her brows shooting up. “You are way too used to having a housekeeper.”

He shrugged but didn't say anything, what was there to say anyway? He really was a spoiled brat, he knew that, she knew that, everybody knew that.

“Will you call me stupid if I tell you I like it when you say 'we'?” She asked out of the blue. “I don't even know why I'm asking, of course you'll make fun of me.”

“It's so corny, Mara,” Chris joked. Mara leaned against him before helping him finish dinner as they kept talking. “You realize we're married right? Like, I'm your husband of two years, haven't you gotten used to the 'we' thing?”

“I just love to be reminded,” she said dreamily, though a little grossed out by her own lameness. She couldn't help herself.

“Contrary to William,” Chris coughed out, just in case his friend was within earshot. “His left eyebrow twitching every time he looks at your hand.”

“Oh my god, are you serious? I'll make sure to play with my glass during dinner, I need to see this for myself,” Mara giggled while stirring the pot of vegetable.

The conversation fell silent for the next couple minutes. There wasn't much left to do, the meat was in the oven, the sauce ready, the veggies cooking, the salad on the table and Chris' hands had nothing to do except grab Mara by the waist and pull her away from the stove and right into his arms. A breathy yelp tumbled from her lips when she felt herself being pulled from the middle and she dropped the wooden spoon seconds before her back hit Chris' chest. She felt his breath brush against her ear and his hands move up and down her body, from her navel to her plexus, making her melt in his embrace.

“Now's not the time to have wandering hands, that's for later,” she reminded him, biting on her lip and turning around to wrap her hands around his neck.

She always played with the hair on his neck and Chris had to admit it was the little things like this that drove him crazy about her. Mara also hadn't stopped biting her lip and if she genuinely wanted to make him stop touching her, she should cut it too.

“How many meals do you think we burnt because we somehow end up having sex instead of eating like normal people?” He wondered out loud. “Also, how boring are other people's lives if they have dinner instead of sex?”

“I stopped counting, and I'll think about this philosophical question later because today we can't afford to burn the food.”

“Did somebody say food?” Noora asked in excitement as she finally walked in, William following her shortly.

“Noora!” Mara exclaimed and rushed toward her friend to hug her. It had been so long since the last time they saw each other in real life.

Skype calls simply didn't do the trick when you missed your best friend. She hadn't changed one bit apart from her new haircut – she still wore that dark red lipstick Mara adored and her fingers immediately reached for her short hair. Noora made a funny face and shrugged, having no good reason to give her for this change in style. Mara's hair grew longer on the other hand, and though it was the at the very bottom of the list of reasons that made her grow it out, she knew Chris loved it too much for her to cut it.

Without taking her left arm off Mara, Noora used the right one to reach into her bag and pulled out a bottle of wine.

“I'm sorry for being a little late, but I didn't want to come empty-handed and alcohol is not authorized in planes. And even if it was I wouldn't have had the time, I almost missed my flight because my boss kept me at work longer than I expected!” She explained.

Mara smiled and took the bottle of her hand.

“You're perfect,” she said, smacking a kiss on her cheek. “Look Chris, someone thought about buying wine,” Mara said, giving a pointed look to her smirking husband.

“Did I miss something?” Noora asked and William leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Only two hours of nonsensical banter,” he told her, making her laugh.

“William!” She slapped his shoulder. “I wanna hear it!”

“I threw an improvised party this week and forgot to refill our stock of beer... and wine,” Chris admitted with a guilty look on his face. “And Mara-” he emphasized her name and once again reached out for her, letting his hand dance on her shoulder and play with her hair “-hasn't stopped reminding me since this morning.”

This year Christmas Eve was on a Sunday, and all the stores were closed. This too she had made sure to remind him a good hundred times. Chris made it difficult for her to stay mad at him though, he knew an infinite amount of tricks to tame her quick temper and she was sad to say that she was easily manipulated when he did stuff like play with her hair, touch her thigh and constantly hold her against him. He was insanely good at avoiding conflict, he had wriggled his way out of crazy situations thanks so his sweet talking and charming smile.

Mara was usually immune to it, but sometimes he caught he in a weak moment and she gave in. Noora saw her inner conflict when Chris mentioned his forgetting, and she hardly managed to bite back her grin when Mara pursed her lips and gently bumped her hip against Chris' as a gesture of peace making.

“Don't you have a secret wine cellar full of expensive vintage wines?” Noora asked to tease him further.

“If there is one I don't know where it is, my parents never mentioned it,” Chris sighed. “Which was... probably wise.”

“Probably yeah,” they all said at the same time.

“It's a little late to search for a secret lever to a potential wine cellar at this point,” Mara continued. “We've already started packing and we're slowly moving into the apartment.”

Most of Chris' childhood house was empty now, except for their room, the basic stuff they needed to live, and the kitchen. They didn't need to furniture, everything would be left as it is and they would finally move to a place of their own and leave the house of Chris' parents. For a long time he struggled with the idea of leaving, but they left tied down here, and it was a constant reminder of the fact that his mum was unreachable and his dad too busy with work to even make it to their wedding. Schistad father made a quick appearance to give his best wishes and was on the phone no sooner than they thanked him.

Now all Chris wanted to do was move on and not look over his shoulder ever again. As it turned out, his side of the church was far from empty, it was filled to the brim with his friends and the former Penetrators who wildly cheered when they saw him wearing a suit and tie.

Mara's parents weren't really present either – though they did show up at their only daughter's wedding, and did pay for the whole ceremony. William now worked with their father in London, and Mara sometimes got a random phone call of her mum, telling her of her adventures and the new friends she made during her travels. She mostly talked about herself and rarely asked Mara how she was doing, and almost never bothered to ask her about Chris. But then again, she didn't really care about maintaining some sort of bond anymore. Mara and Chris were both adults now, and they came to terms with the idea that they would never have a picture perfect family. They had the financial stability they provided, and they had freedom because none of them gave a damn about their children it seemed.

“At fifteen we were making fake IDs to buy booze and at twenty-six we drink coke at a party,” William said as he pulled out four glasses, and Mara took the coke out of the fridge.

“I think I'll drink to that: a well spent youth we made the most of!” Noora proposed a toast and raised her glass of coca cola with a straight, solemn face, like they weren't cheering with soda.

Without questioning it for a second, they all mirrored Noora and raised their glass as they cheered and drank together. Noora and Mara caught up while eating pretzels and laughed quietly, meanwhile the boys had their own conversation and downed the first bottle of coke as if it were liquor. The girls tried to fill the other in about all the things they have missed during the months they haven't seen each other.

Noora finally got the job she dreamed of and became a journalist, which was great because it kept her busy and allowed her to travel so she wouldn't be waiting home while William worked late hours – they both tried to balance work and personal life. Sometimes it felt like they were neglecting one another because they spent so little time at their shared apartment, but they loved each other to pieces and the absence made their time together all the more precious. Noora cherished it, as much as she loved her job, she loved William more and if he ever needed her to be present, she would be – and everyone knew it worked the other way around as well.

Mara couldn't place a word on the feeling, but she felt something between pure shock and utter bewilderment at the thought that these two hadn't made things official. Among the Penetrators – she couldn't help it, she still thought of them as the Penetrators, even if the group of friends didn't call themselves that anymore – there used to be a bet going on, the boys bet on who would get married first, and only two bet on Chris.

Mara didn't even bet on Chris – she genuinely didn't see it coming, and to be perfectly honest it still felt surreal sometimes. It was nothing spectacular, not a grandiose proposal with a lyrical love declaration – it wasn't anything special per se. One day Chris came home with a funny look in his eyes and he was in his thoughts for most of the night, to the point where it frustrated Mara because she was talking to an unresponsive Chris – might as well be talking to a brick wall – and suddenly he blurted out – completely out of the blue – that he loved her. Now Mara wasn't easily endeared and he knew that it wasn't enough to make her forget that he spaced out during their conversation throughout the whole evening but then-

Then he grabbed her hand and told her to get up, and they grabbed their jackets on Chris' demand. It was late already, too late for them to go out during the week when they had to go to work the next day, but fatigue was kept at bay by the curious restlessness that took them over. Before she knew it, Mara realized Chris had led them at the diner where they once ate waffles at in the middle of the night. She laughed and they talked for over an hour while order waffle after waffle and suddenly he just said 'marry me'. He sounded a bit tired now, and excited, and impatient – the words in themselves sounded like one of those crazy ideas you get when you stay up way past your bedtime and you can't think straight anymore. This could have been a disastrous idea, the worst ever; it could be rushed, and he might regret it in the morning when the sun and his common sense are back in the picture. But the same restlessness that brought them here was still in the air. Chris was smiling – for a second time froze and Mara saw everything she loved about him: the crinkles at the corner of his eyes when he smiled genuinely, the fact that his hair fell in front of his face at the end of the end, the way he looked at her, the way he loved her.

Chris was crazy, but so was she. Mara couldn't think any straighter than him; she said yes, yes, yes.

The first time Noora heard this story she cooed every two minutes and listened intently, her head resting in her palms, her eyes filled with stars – Mara rolled her eyes at her and told her to chill because there was nothing to say about this, it wasn't very romantic, it was just them.

Even today Noora mentioned it sometimes, Mara didn't know if she did it merely to push her buttons or because she wasn't over it either. Chris Schistad tied the knot before all of his friends, and if that wasn't a good example of character development then Mara wasn't a Magnusson.

Well, she wasn't anymore on the paper, only at heart.

“Mara,” Chris called her while Noora laughed at something Mara said.

The two girls stopped talking and Mara looked over her shoulder right when Chris' hand came to squeeze it. Contact. Constant contact. It wasn't a reflex, nor was it a habit. It was a necessity. Chris became restless and unease when he kept his hands off her for too long. Mara grew fidgety and unfocused if she couldn't touch him. They were addicts.

He didn't add anything after gaining her attention, but Mara followed his eyes and she saw the clock.

“Alright, time for dinner!” She announced, clapping her hands and hopping off her stool. “Will, you set the table while Chris and I take care of the food,” she gave her instruction like she was born to give orders – which wasn't a far-fetched idea at all, and also a little bit of professional deformation.

“What?” She asked, raising his hands. “I'm a guest!”

“No dude,” Mara said sarcastically. “Noora's a guest, you're just my brother.”

Chris muffle a laughter and Noora didn't even bother to try and hide hers. William grumbled something but went to grab the plates anyway.

“Oh, I'll help you William,” Noora said as she joined him and took everyone's glasses. Soon they were out of the kitchen and in the living room to set the table.

No sooner they left than Chris placed a hand on Mara's waist and pulled her toward him. She gasped at the gesture, not expecting it, and crashed against his chest, finding him smirking down at her – she knew that smirk, it was his mischievous smirk.

“What is it? Why are you smiling like that?” She asked.

“For nothing.” He shrugged but the smile was still there. “I'm just... in a good mood, I guess?”

Happy. The word he was looking for is happy.

“Christmas spirit and all that shit?” Mara stuck her tongue out and laughed at her own words.

“Maybe.” He shrugged again, remaining vague. Mara frowned a bit but kept quiet since she wasn't going to complain about Chris' pleasant state of mind.

He didn't give a flying f- about Christmas, he cared about the woman in his arms. The sexiest wife on earth, the cheekiest life-partner he could have dreamed of, the equally insufferable little brat who share his life.

His fingers curled around the tender flesh of her hips; his lips brushed against her cheekbone when he leaned in and gently teased her before kissing her. Chris constantly flirted with his own wife – some people found it silly or even pointless, but he never took her for granted and liked to know that he could drive her crazy anytime.

Mara melted in his arms whenever Chris did that. The fact that he kept seducing her, every day, all the time, it was sweet, it was hot. She pressed herself up against him as though she wanted to merge their bodies, and wrapped her arms around his neck t bring him even closer to her if it was only possible. Their kiss deepened quickly; as their breaths mingled the became intoxicated by one another. The separation was all too abrupt.

“To be continued,” Chris said when he pulled away; he punctuated the sentence with a final chaste kiss. “You naughty,” he called her and booped the tip of her nose and he smirked wider and winked.

Mara had to bite back a comment and reminded herself she had her whole life ahead of her to get back at him for booping her nose. A smile rivalling his spread her face and in a common gesture, they went to grab the food and carry it to the living room.

Once the food was on the table conversation came easily and everybody roared with laughter and told stories and ate and drank. Chris fetched the single bottle of wine in the fridge and began to pour some to Noora and William who were too caught up in a conversation to even notice. Chris went to pour some in Mara's glass but she placed her hand over her glass.

“What?” Chris asked in a high pitched exclamation. “You can't be serious, you've been nagging me all day about not having any wine!” He said in a chuckle. “C'mon, have some, there's enough for all of us and William can't even drink too much because he's gotta drive tonight.”

He motioned again to pour her wine, but Mara replaced her hand on top of it and shook her head firmly.

“No Chris. It was for them-” she explained, making a little head movement to designate Will and Noora who were still paying to attention to their surroundings or their hosts. “I'm not drinking.”

It sounded rather final, and Chris' brown shot up in a confused frown. His hand was still raised mid-air, holding the bottle of white wine. He placed it down, accepting that Mara wasn't going to drink any. He was beginning to wonder if she wasn't feeling sick when he spotted the sheepish little smile on her lips, and the way she bit down on them.

“No-” Chris said, in disbelief when he finally added two and two together. “You can't- no-” he repeated, shaking his head. “Mara?” He asked for confirmation, a growing smile making a featuring appearance on his face. He almost cracked with joy and was suddenly a bit scared of her answer.

“I'm not sure yet, but- yes,” she admitted.

“Yeah?” Chris asked again – no way this was real; it couldn't be happening, his body couldn't contain that much joy he was going to burst.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

The whole exchange had been quick and discrete – the couple sitting across them had no idea what just unfolded before their oblivious eyes and it was fine this way. Mara moved her chair slightly closer to Chris, and he placed a hand on her leg while doing a terrible job at not grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey,” Mara hummed to get his attention. Frankly he wasn't sure he could give anyone his full attention anymore tonight, at least not until he got over the shock of it all. “I promised that you'd never spend another Christmas alone, right?”

“Well, you sure don't fuck around with your promises, do you?” He snickered, tightening his grip on her.

“A Magnusson always-”she started but Chris cut her off.

“Are you seriously going to use a Game of Thrones line on me right now?” Chris huffed. “Also, you're hurting my feelings you know? You're a Schistad now.”

Were it in any other context, Mara would have rolled her eyes at his being dramatic and said something about her going from being the hottest Magusson to the hottest Schistad and start bickering back and forth with Chris – there was never any winner to their pointless arguments, they just liked teasing each other and taking it to bed.

“I meant it, Chris. I still do.” Her tone was solemn. Chris fondly pinched her chin and Mara licked her lips and looked down – she hated that this made her blush.

When she looked up Chris mouth three little words that only made her cheeks redden a shade darker. Then they both realized it was oddly silent, and when Chris and Mara tore their eyes away from each other, they saw Noora and William staring at them like two emotional parents, both proud and a little grossed out by the moment of intimacy they witnessed.  

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Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 21

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: THE END, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! There will be an epilogue but this is the last chapter!! It’s longer and it’s fluffier than usual (they fucking deserve it!!) so forgive me for all the mushy stuff, I hope y’all have a sweet tooth! I really like the last part, but I have doubts about the two previous ones (this doesn’t make sense before you read it, but the chapter is divided in three parts because there are two time jumps). Anyway, ENJOY and send me the love because I’m still sick and coughing and seeing double and I wrote this chapter despite it all :(

MASTERLIST

Part 20 <<< >>> Epilogue

“No date tonight?” Chris asked, plopping down on a bench next to William. His friend was busy not looking at Noora, and failing.

“Nothing planned so far,” Will answered, finally detaching his gaze from his unofficial girlfriend – even though everybody knew already – and looking at Chris. He couldn't wait for his black eye to fade away so he could finally turn the page and move on from the hectic last few weeks. “Why are you asking?”

“Because I do.” He shrugged in an attempt to look relaxed but he was a bit tense. “Mara asked me to come over tonight, I was hoping to get rid of you,” Christoffer joked – he was dead serious though.

William was not amused and huffed in exasperation.

“I'm not leaving you alone with my sister in my apartment so you can christian every room,” he groaned.

“Seriously, bro?” Chris complained, frowning and throwing his head back when William gave him a stern look. “Not cool.”

It wasn't the first time William cock-blocked Chris but most of the time he did it because he found Chris fooling around in his bed during a party, not because he wanted to protect a girl's honour. It itched Chris to tell him that Mara's honour was gone since she was fourteen but he kept to himself because Will probably didn't know that. There are certain things a girl doesn't tell her big brother.

“I'll be there the whole time, looming over you guys and coughing whenever it gets too steamy,” he snickered but his smile vanished when he heard Chris grumble something along the lines of 'you might as well start coughing now'.

“Shut up!” William exclaimed, bringing a leg up on the bench.

“What? It's true! If you know your sister at all, you shoul-”

“She usually doesn't bring the guys she sleeps with home,” William cut him off. “But I guess I'll have to get used to it, you sound- serious about her.”

Serious was a massive understatement but that William didn't need to hear – Chris bet it was obvious. From a single look toward Mara, his eyes gave away how hexed he was. And he wasn't even complaining! Same goes for William – if not a little more, his eyes were practically glued to Noora, he looked at her like she was his sun and stars. Chris hoped he didn't look that dumb when he caught Mara smiling at him randomly during the day, otherwise he would never hear the end of it

from the boys.

“You're not the boy she sleeps with though,” William continued. “You're the idiot she loves. Which sounds even worse said out loud.” He winced as if the words stung.

“I don't think you're supposed to tell me that, Mara has yet to say the words,”, Chris laughed at the 'oh shit' face that William made. “It's fine, I won't say anything.”

“Cool, cool-” Will nodded. “You know I'm just messing with you, right?” He then asked, staring a little harder at Chris. “I'm happy if you're happy. Both of you.”

“You don't look too miserable yourself,” Chris said, gesturing toward the group of girls where Noora was laughing at something girl Chris said. “You sure you don't want to take the girl on a date tonight?”

“Quit trying to set me on a date to be alone with Mara!” William rolled his eyes and Chris began to laugh wholeheartedly, catching the attention of the girls.

*

Three hours into the evening, William was regretting his decision of not going out with Noora and staying at the apartment to chaperone the two idiots currently cuddling on the couch. When he saw them slowly dozing off and falling asleep in front of the TV, he began to wonder why he denied himself a little fun tonight. What came over him? What did he care anyway? Those two have been humping like bunnies for months, he was sure of it, what does it change that he knows it now? Did he ruin both their and his night? God, he needed a drink.

“Cheers to me and my brilliant ideas,” Will grumbled and took a sip of beer.

Mara was right, he was a shit decision maker. There he stood, in the living room's door frame, watching Chris and Mara sleeping soundlessly, their features free of tension as though everything was best in the best of worlds. The bottle of beer almost slipped from his hand when he heard a knock on the door.

He didn't think he could get any more confused but when he opened the door and found Noora standing there, all dressed up and smiling, he did indeed, become more confused.

“Noora?” He asked with a smile. That's all he seemed to do whenever she was around – her very existence was enough to make him smile, especially when she was all dolled up and sheepishly stepped inside the apartment.

“Hi, is it a wrong time?” She asked, although he was obviously not up to much. “Oh! Are you sleeping?” She lowered her tone when she saw Mara huddled against Chris on the couch, their eyes closed.

“It's a perfect time,” William exclaimed in a whisper. “It was getting a little boring to pace around in silence.”

“I came to see if you wanted to go out, Eskild bailed on me for a tinder date, so-” Noora stretched the last syllable, waiting for William to get the hint and ask her to hang out.

“Yeah- yeah sure, we can go anywhere you want! I wanted to ask you out actually but- I don't know, I have no excuse, let's just go and I'll make it up to you,” William rambled as he set his beer on the coffee table and grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger.

“Don't you want to say goodby-” Noora began to ask when William grabbed her arm to lead her out.

“No, let them be, at least when they're asleep they can't get in trouble.”

Oh boy, if only he knew how wrong he was. As soon as William closed the door before them and locked it, Chris opened an eye to make sure they left.

“They are gone,” he whispered, for good measure. “Not too fucking soon!” He exclaimed after a few more seconds and stretched his tired limbs once Mara lifted her head from his shoulder.

“I was going to fall asleep for real, Noora really took her time.”

Mara yawed and mimicked Chris' action. Then she pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted a quick 'thank you so much I owe you one' to Noora. Chris kicked off the blanket that was covering them both and grabbed William's half finished beer on the table.

“Isn't sharing a beer a bit like kissing someone?” Mara teased him as she laid down, resting her head on the armrest and throwing her legs over Chris' lap.

“Wouldn't be the first time,” he answered with a wink before downing the rest of the drink.

“Oh god,” Mara whined, covering her eyes with hers hand. “I didn't need to know that, nor did I want to!”

“Serves you right for making dumb jokes!”

Chris put away the bottle and leaned forward until his face hovered over Mara's and he pulled away her hands to look at her.

“C'mon, don't hide your face from me,” he demanded gently. “You've been drooling on my shoulder for the past thirty minutes, I think I deserve a reward.”

His tone conveyed the smirk on his face and even if he looked at her like he was the hunter and she was the prey, Mara knew she had him wrapped around her finger. She brushed back his rebellious hair with her hand then slipped it behind his neck only to pulled him down and kiss him. Their lips met in an open mouthed kiss  tainted with a bit of roughness due to their frustration after waiting three hours for Will to leave.

“I waited just as long as you, why don't I deserve a reward?” Mara asked when Chris pulled back a second, merely to change positions and climb between her legs.

He could feel her welcoming his weigh on top of her, the way her thigh clutched his hips and her legs wrapped around him – there was no better feeling in the world to him. With one hand each side of her head, Chris looked down at her, watched her smile and bite her lip, wondering if she knew what she was doing to him when she looked at him this way. He licked his lips and leaned down again, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Why are you looking at me like you're about to eat me up?” Mara asked playfully, rubbing her foot up and down the back of his leg.

“Because I am,” he growled, rolling his hips to earn a low moan. When Mara's swallowed lips parted, Chris took the opportunity to kiss her again, as if he wanted to absorb all the little sounds she emitted. “That's your reward – and mine too.”

“Promise?” She ushered, barely mustering up the words while being assaulted by Chris' lips, on his lips, on her neck, down her throat and lower, lower.

There was no point in answering when Chris could simply show her that he meant it. Slowly, very slowly, he rid her of her clothes one by one until she lied naked on the couch – oops. And soon, the quiet room was filled with short breathed gasps and heated moans while Chris' head was buried between her thighs, and Mara's hand pulled at his hair.

*

“It's not too late to go out,” Mara muttered, her voice showing more tiredness than she would have liked.

Chris' body kept her warm and his arm around her waist weighed heavy enough to make her feel safe and protected. Mara's bed provided them with much more comfort than the leather couch and that's where they ended up after getting (a little) naughty on Will's precious couch.

“Now?” He groaned in her ear, nuzzling her neck. “You'll have to give me a damn good reason to get me out of bed after this.”

He still didn't open his eyes when he felt her turn around in his arms and started kissing his chest up to his collarbones.

“I love you,” Mara said, and Chris froze. As soon as she felt him tense up she stopped kissing him and looked up, and placed one last kiss on the corner of his lips before looking at him. “How is that for a damn good reason?”

“I have nothing to say to that,” Chris admitted a couple minutes of silence later.

A smile etched his features now that he finally heard those words come out of her mouth and for him. Not because she wanted to prove something to William. Not because William was rambling about how he would have to deal with seeing Chris hanging around at their place more often.

“Nothing at all?” She insisted, pouting a little and smiling knowingly.

It wasn't that she absolutely needed to hear him say it back – because she already knew Chris reciprocated her feelings and Mara was never one to be so dense as to need people to spell things out for her - she could read between the lines just fine. But Chris – Chris was another thing – he looked like the words were on the tip on his tongue, waiting to be said.

“Maybe a few things, four actually,” he said with a shrug.

“You've had plenty of time to think them through since the hospital when you eavesdropped my conversation with William.”

Mara grinned mischievously and stole another kiss from Chris. She was an agile thief and Chris a consenting victim.

“I love you too,” he finally said and buried his nose in the crook of her neck to pepper kisses here and there and leave a very visible love bite as if to draw a final point to his statement.

Mara's crystal clear laughter echoed through the empty apartment and at this exact moment she was especially glad William wasn't in their vicinity and they didn't need to stifle their laugh and be quiet.

“Still wanna go out now?” He asked, pressing his lips to hers again.

“Of course, I'm famished and I want a waffle,” Mara declared causing a wide smile to stretch her boyfriend's lips.

“I expect you don't have a waffle maker?” He sighed, already pulling off the blanket.

“You know Will and I live off of take out food,” she huffed. “Now come, let's get out of here and prove my brother that asleep or not, we always cause trouble!”

“Well said, Mara! Let's get crazy and go down town to eat waffles in the middle of the night,” Chris teased her.

They had to go back to the living room to pick up their clothes and as soon as they were ready, they left arm-in-arm for a night trip to the local H24 diner to have some waffles because the lady requested some. Despite his little experience with serious relationship – or total lack there of – Chris knew that the secret to a long lifespan was to not stand between a woman and food.

“Do you think he'll panic if he sees we've disappeared?” Mara asked once they were in the street. The cold wind did wonders to refresh them after their activities. “I'd pay good money to see his face!”

“Are you punishing him for being a dick to you?” Chris laughed.

“Me? I would never,” Mara pretended to be offended by the sheer thought.  

The familiar crinkles appeared at the corner of Chris' eyes and Mara felt her heart swell in her chest to the point where it hurt her ribcage. With a strange sort of pride, Chris wrapped his arm over Mara's shoulders and let her hug his side as they walked through the streets of Olso, void of people and lulled in a pleasing quiet darkness. The lights of the late closing restaurants illuminated the city, but nothing shone brighter than the spark in their eyes – as freaking cliché as it sounded – because right now it didn't matter that it was half past midnight and below zero degrees, or that they were tired and hungry, because they were still the happiest of all people.

“Do you think we've switched roles?” She wondered out loud as they finally stepped through the door of the restaurant. The familiar jingle of the front door greeted them when they sat down near the window.

“What? With who?” Chris frowned, confused. It wasn't always easy following Mara's train of thought.

“Noorehlm,” she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice as she used the made up ship name she used to refer to Will and Noora. “A few months ago we were complaining about them eye fucking and being love sick puppies – which was true – and now I feel like we're no better.”

“Do you want a real answer to this?” Chris huffed playfully, both his eyebrows shooting up. His left hand distractedly played with the menu and Mara's foot rhythmically tapped on the tiled floor.

“Is it a pleasant one?” She inquired.

He leaned back on his chair without ever taking his eyes off of her. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly upwards and he had to look down to his lap to suppress the smile growing on his features.

“No clues, do you want to hear it or not?”

“Fine, tell me how pathetically in love we are, I can handle it,” Mara told him.

“We'll never be like Will and Noora. First off, we're much better looking – I mean look at us-” Chris began immediately beaming with pride upon hearing Mara's laugh. “-and also because I'm sure no one can claim to understand what we went through just to be here tonight, together, eating waffles with extra whipped cream, let alone pretend they lived the same experience.”

“How many people can claim to have been beaten up as many times as we did, right?” Mara asked, agreeing with his reasoning.

The waitress set their waffles on the table and the two of them dug in the second the walked away as though they hadn't seen any food in days. Chris and his extra syrup and Mara and her extra whipped cream really were the dream team.

“It was brilliant to ask Noora to lure Will away by the way,” he said, using the last piece of waffle as a sponge because he didn't wan to waste any drop of syrup. Chris had a sweet tooth, that she knew.

“It was our joker,” Mara replied. “Next time he'll have to suck it up or wear earplugs!”

“Or we can go to my house. I still have a few rooms we haven't tried out, and I- shit, get down! Get down!”

Mara dived under the table no questions asked.

“What's going on?” She asked in panic.

They attracted the attention of the waitress but Mara quickly told her it was nothing and she shrugged and went back to work, like it was nothing new to have customer hide under a table.

“William and Noora just walked past the restaurant,” Chris whispered.

There was no reason to whisper, but it was a reflex. Just like diving under a table when there was no longer any reason for them to hide from anyone.

“That's it? You scared me, Chris!” Mara shoved him in the shoulder. “I thought freaking Terminator was coming fot us!”

“Sorry, power of habit,” he apologized and sat down on the floor, not really bothered by their position. “Mara, did you- did you take your waffle?”

As she licked away the whipped cream from her lips, Mara said, “Excuse me but I have my priorities sorted out.”

“I can see that, yeah,” he laughed. “Mind sharing?”

“Ugh? Yes!” Mara replied, moving her waffle out of Chris' reach. “Order another one!”

“Or I can just eat it off your lips since you have whipped cream everywhere,” Chris said and connected their lips to illustrate.

She smiled in the kiss, and gasped when Chris used his hand to pull her closer, regardless of the lack of room to navigate. They deepened the kiss as much as politeness allowed and finished the rest of Mara's waffle before crawling out from under the table.

They took place on their respective seats and gave an apologetic glance to the waitress – Chris also gestured her to bring them two more waffles – but she barely acknowledged them, she was looking at something else, outside.

“What's- oh my god!” Mara shouted when she turned toward the window to look at what the waitress seemed to be staring at and met the judgemental gazes of her brother and her friend. Her hand flew to her chest and her heartbeat went into a frenzy as soon as she saw William's scolding expression and Noora's amused one.

“They can't be serious!” Chris groaned and looked away. “Well, so much for sneaking out. Might as well order more waffles.”

Mara smiled at the two of them and gestured them to come inside for a late night snack. A double date – now they reached a new low of silly pathetic romanticism.

*

The usual hustle animated the school at lunch break. It was now warm enough to eat outside, and the Penetrators occupied the central table. From the moment things went back to normal between the two Magnussons and Christoffer, it was like the entire school became more joyful – it became a merrier place. Conversations flowed easily, laughter erupted from the other tables and all trace of tension left the atmosphere.

Chris sat one leg each side of the bench to face his friend Maksim, who couldn't stop asking him questions about Mara, as though he couldn't ask her directly. She hung out with them often enough, yet they all waited for her not to be around to try and get juicy information out of Chris. Most of it was sex-related and a bit gross. It was the kind of questions Chris didn't mind answering when he didn't care about the girl, but he mostly shrugged when someone came up to ask him what Mara was like in bed. What answer were they expecting anyway? Even if he responded, it would be  something along the lines of 'she's fucking fantastic' and that would be it.

Nevertheless, he had to give them credit for trying. It was the closest they would ever get to receive answers to their questions if Chris had a saying in it.

“Do you think it makes a difference that she's Will's sister?” Maksim asked him without even looking up from his fries, distractedly shoving one after the other in his mouth.

“A difference from what?” Chris sighed, finishing his coke and playing with the empty bottle, flipping it around in his hand.

“The other girls. What makes her so special that you went monogamous from one day to the next? Magic pussy or what?”

“You know what? That's exactly it, Maks, Mara has a magic pussy,” Chris said in slight annoyance. His patience was wearing a bit thin and sarcasm fell out of his mouth before he could think about it.

“It glows in the dark,” Mara whispered in Maskim's ear from behind him, effectively startling him and making him drop the fry in his hand.

Chris snickered mockingly as his friend literally made a little jump from the surprise of having Mara creepily whisper in his ear. Chris had seen her walking over there but didn't say anything, and he was glad he kept quiet. Mara giggled satisfyingly and sat down between the two boys, her back to the table.

“Talking about me I see, what else were you saying?” She inquired after putting her bag on the ground and stealing one of Maksim's fries.

Chris bit his lip and raised an eyebrow at Maksim as if to tell him 'go ahead man, you started this, you tell her'. Mara felt the familiar warmth of Chris' palm on her thigh. Since they were at school she knew he would behave and leave it there, just for the comfort of making direct contact, but his hand was a lot sneakier than that most of the time.

“I just asked Chris what made you so special to him,” Maksim ingenuously answered, in order to put Mara's attention back on her boyfriend.

But she didn't budge and continued to look at him as though Chris weren't even there, though she could feel his hand on her and hear him chuckle on her left.

“You don't think I'm special?” Mara asked Maksim with a smile, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks as though she had asked a tricky question. “Ouch!” She faked to be hurt by that.

“That's not what I meant- of course you're special, I mean you're William's sister-” he awkwardly stammered, the blush on his face deepening.

“If the only thing that makes me special is my brother Chris would be dating him,” Mara pointed out, earning an uncomfortable chuckle from the boy she was currently dragging and a teasing stroke of the hand from Chris.

“You're digging your own grave man,” Chris laughed at how red he was by now.

“Thanks but I don't need you to tell me,” Maksim replied, squinting his eyes at his friend. “I mean- you've got to be some very special snowflake if you can deal with this,” he eventually told Mara, pointing to Chris' general direction with his chin. “Full offence dude,” he snickered and flipped Chris.

“He's pretty al right,” Mara shrugged and moved her eyes back on Chris, who tried to conceal his smile. “You'd be surprised,” she added to Maksim's intention.

He was more than al right and a thousand times a better person and boyfriend than all the other guys Mara has met in her life. But that wasn't anyone's concern but theirs. Most people bought the Chris' act of the emotionally unavailable player and notorious fuckboy – which he was in a sense, but not fundamentally – and as long as it didn't come in the way of their relationship, they didn't see the need to prove people wrong.

“Nah,” Maksim shook his head and decided she must be messing with him because everybody knew Chris was the worst, he wasn't boyfriend material. “Wait 'til you find out his flaws, the dude's not even half as fun and easy going as he tries to play it off- aouch!” He yelped in pain when Chris kicked him under the bench, but Mara didn't pay any mind to what he said.

“Trust me, I know Chris' flaws. I know exactly what I'm getting into,” she mindlessly answered while leaning in closer to Chris.

He grinned and met her halfway to kiss her. It remained general audience rated despite the force they put into it, and the underlying eagerness for more than just a chaste little kiss. But when did they ever feel content with a mere kiss? Chris and Mara were both uncharacteristically intense people; God help them they could never get enough of each other. Except that social conventions required that they broke the kiss after a few seconds. With one hand nestled on her waist and the other one on the back on her neck to press her lips against his one last time before they pulled apart, Chris thought that Maksim wasn't completely wrong – she was special.

“Oh no, you stop this, you stop it right now!” Maksim said a good ten seconds after they stopped kissing, making them both frown.

“We're not doing anything,” Mara said in a confused tone, almost like it was a question.

“Don't play innocent,” he warned her, though it seemed that it was directed at the both of them. “I've seen porn that wasn't even half as steamy as the way you look at each other. It's gross, and nobody should have to see this first hand like I am.”

“Shut up and close your eyes if you don't enjoy the show,” Chris scoffed.

He and Mara leaned in for yet another kiss in a synchronized movement, as if they both of them had had the same idea at the same time. When their lips met, it triggered another round of protest from their friend, who stood up to give them some privacy and spare himself the show he was subjected to.

That truly summed up their whole relationship. They knew each other like the back of their hand; they didn't need to check to know that they were on the same page. It was instinctive, completely engraved in their being, in who they were, and without saying a word they just knew, they felt it in their guts, in their bones, and in their heart that their feelings were shared.

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Acknowledgements (Off Limits)

I thought I should make a little thingy to thank everyone who supported, read, liked, reblogged and messaged me about Off Limits.

It’s over 53k words long and I poured my soul into it. I gained over 500 followers since I started it - how insane is that???

It’s the story I recieved the most support for, and it was incredible to be in the shoes of a popular blog for like, the duration of the writing of Off Limits. If I had played it smart, maybe I wouldn’t have updated so often - but I’m just dedicated like that, what can I say?

The first person I should mention is the lovely @caffieinated who requested this story - she most likely didn’t expect to get a whole 53k+ words series when she sent it, it must be a lot more than what she bargained for. Y’all can thank her for coming up with this idea, because I merely put it into form and twisted it a bit so it would fit my own vision of the character and work with the chaotic come and go of my inspiration. I hope it lived up to your expectations!

Then we have the wonderful Eloise, aka @s-kamimagines who liked my story enough to contact me and that’s how we first began to talk and now she’s taken me as her beta reader (read her story, like, seriously, do it, it’s amazing and it’s right HERE) it’s an honor and a pleasure, I’m glad this story helped me make a friend :)

Special thank you to the incredibly talented Lena (aka @arieschris) because it was her story (HERE) that inspired me to try and write about Chris too, so really it’s thanks to her if you got Play Me and Off Limits.

S/O to @alienssuck who continuously reblogged my story and didn’t just like it! I love receiving likes but knowing that people like my stuff enough to put it on their own blogs and help sharing my work is a whole other feeling of happiness!

All my love goes to @svnjv, @newyorkinyourveins, @writing-stuff-cause-why-not, @noyellie, @k-illdarlings, @vodkaandpillss and @zerochillfanfics who deemed me worthy of sending a message to! And also all the people who sent me asks and whom I answered privately (which now results in me not remembering their urls). (◕‿◕✿)

Also special mention to @reivenesque because her writing is the bomb and she makes me want to improve my writing and step up my game

AND OF COURSE MY BEAUTIFUL AND SUPPORTIVE ANONS! *blows a kiss* Especially the one who writes with a lot of “!!!!”, the anon who sent me a bunch of heart emojis that I still keep in my askbox, and all those who wrote me when I was feeling a little down and when I was sick!

Here I post pictures of my “fanfictions notebook” which is - as the name gives it away - a notebook in which I write all things fanfiction related. This shows the first draft of Off Limits, including everything that was in the original request and my own notes about it. If you guys can read my handwriting that is. (feat. my hand.)

I hope I didn’t forget anyone, but if I did, and you’re wondering if this is about you too, it is. If you read, liked, or reblogged my story, know that I am forever grateful. ‘Twas a wild ride from start to finish and I enjoyed every last moment of it.

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