#skam reader insert

[littleoceanfairy]

Hate you

Christoffer Schistad x reader (non binary)

Fandom: SKAM

Words: 736

*Trigger warning* cursing, toxic behavior, "hints" of abusive relationship, Christoffer basically just being mad cause he's a dumbass

"This is stupid. Goodnight Chris.", as you're about to hang up you can hear him scream into the phone. "If you don't open the fucking door right now, I swear I'll kick it in. I don't care! I know he's with you y/n so stop lying and open the door.", Christoffer keeps yelling and as you get up you pull a blanket around your body to cover up.

Speed walking through your apartment you pass the living room where two of your flatmates are laying on the couch, watching TV. "Really y/n. Again? If you don't tell him to stop screaming bloody murder outside I'll have to kill him myself.", with an annoyed eye roll Sille sits up on the couch to watch you open the door. The brown haired boy doesn't waste a second and storms past you, right towards your room.

"Where the f*ck is he? I swear to god I'll kill him and you right after!", he pulls all the blankets off your bed before ripping open your closet doors.

"I already said it, but I'll say it again since you apparently didn't listen to me the other twenty times I told you - I don't know who should be here or who you're looking for, Chris.", you close your bedroom door and lean against the wall while watching every move he makes.

"Maksim! He is here. I heard him while we were talking.", Chris turns towards you and traps you between the door and him.

"I was watching Tv, Christoffer. Alone." you answer him calmly and hold his gaze. "Don't you dare lie to me y/n!", he slams his fist into the wall, right next to your head which makes you flinch. "Then call him! Ask your friend where he is and what he's doing.", you tense your jaw and try to duck beneath his arm to get a bit of distance between the two of you. "Give me your phone.", he grabs your arm and while taking a deep breath you hand him your phone. While scrolling through your contacts he still squeezes your arm, which will certainly leave a bruise. "Why don't you have his number saved?", the brown haired looks at you with narrowed eyes. "Because I don't have his phone number. I talked to Maksim once, Chris. You were standing next to me, at one of your stupid parties!", you try to free your arm out of his grip.

"Are you telling the truth?", he let's go of your arm and you pull the blanket back over your shoulder again. "Why would I lie to you Chris? You know that I would never do something like that to you.", you sit down onto your bed and look up at him while he walks towards you again. Stopping right in front of you he reaches out and cups your cheek in his hand. "I hate how much I love you.", he sighs and gives you one of his signature smirks. "I hate the way that I don’t hate you.", you give him a slight smile and pick up one of your pillows that was laying next to his feet. While placing it back onto your bed you scoot up and lay back down onto the spot you had been on for the whole evening before Christoffer had interrupted your movie marathon. Chris didn't move so you pulled back your blanket to get him to lay down next to you.

With a chuckle he takes off his shoes and pulls his Sweater over his head leaving him only in his joggers. You let your eyes wander over his toned body while he sinks into the mattress next to you, immediately pulling you closer to him and trailing his hand up and down you sides making you shiver. You feel his hot breath on your neck and as you bury your hand in his hair he kisses you. Pulling back you look at him with a taunting look on your face. "With your mouth on mine, there's less bullshit coming out of it.", Chris grabs the back of your neck while guiding you to position yourself on top of him so you straddle his hips. "Just because we’re kissing now doesn’t mean I suddenly like you. For the record, I still hate you.", you smile and Chris bursts out laughing while pulling your face closer again and kissing you.

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(Chris Schistad x Magnusson!Reader): Parent Headcanons

Request: hi! could i request a skam headcanon of the reader being William’s twin sister and having a child with Chris (toddler like 4-5) but you aren’t together in a relationship? Thank you.

Okay! So like you probably hooked up at a party when you were both too wasted to remember protection (which is obvi BAD but mistakes happen!)

And so you were probably freaking out and William was freaking out because he had to be the one to go buy the pregnancy test for you

And then take you to all of the doctor appointments

Because he’s the best brother

And you lied and told him you didn’t remember who you hooked up with because you knew that he was going to mURDER whoever it was

But Chris isn’t about to lie to him so he comes over and admits it to William

Who takes it surprisingly well

Mostly because Chris makes it clear that he’s going to be there for you every single step of the way and be the best father that he can possibly be

So i feel like the first couple months of the pregnancy you both try to make the relationship work so that your kid can have parents that are together

But it becomes clear very quickly that the two of you just don’t work together romantically

But as parents-

Y’all are DYNAMO

Like y’all are schooling all the other expecting parents at the parenting classes

Reading every book, having great conversations about how you want to raise this baby, being the best team together

So like the baby comes and Chris is the most doting father ever

Like i feel like he picks up on how to take care of a baby really quickly

And William is stressed out af to be an uncle and probably panic buys half of the fuckin baby store in order to feel remotely prepared

I feel like there are no hitches in your whole co-parenting system, like you’re both hyper-aware of your kid’s schedule, and who is doing what and you both just are trying so hard to be the best parents possible

And it’s hard, don’t get me wrong

But you both do great given the circumstances

Chris def brings the best snacks when it’s his turn for your daycare group

And all the other kids probably love him as much as your kid

And let's be real, he’s so charming that I’m sure all the other parents fall in love with him

And like you’re both making sure your kid is super smart, playing classical music, reading to your kid, just interacting with them as much as possible and spending good quality time together as a family

And like they know that even though you’re not married or together like other kid’s parents, that you love them so much

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(Chris Schistad x Reader): You Can’t Like Him

Request: the reader is new in school and everyone tells her to be careful with Chris, because he could be using her, and he is super sweet with her and asks her to be his girlfriend... something like that, super adorable imagine please and thannk you!! Summary: The girl gang take the reader under their wings and are very determined to warn her about Chris Schistad, but will she take their advice? A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this request, I’ve been bad at keeping up with them this semester but I promise I’m going to get through them before the new year!

Being the new girl was always nerve-wracking. It was cliche, but it was also true. You did your best to keep your cool and present the facade that you were cool, friendly, and not the nervous mess you felt like on the inside.

And it sort of worked. You quickly befriended they girls who sat next to you in your Spanish class. It turns out one of them, Noora, was also new, she’d started at Nissen at the beginning of the school year, a few months ago, and Eva, the other girl had moved to Oslo in middle school and was sympathetic to your situation.

Eventually, they invited you to join them and their friends at lunch, and the group of you all bonded rather quickly. Sana was sarcastic and incredibly quick-witted, Vilde was incredibly sweet and welcoming, and Chris was hilarious and easy to talk to.

“You should totally come party with us this weekend, we’re going to pregame at Eva’s and then go to the Penetrator's party at Chris’s house,” Vilde tells you one day while you’re all chilling outside before class.

“The Penetrator's?” You ask, confused, “What are the penetrator’s and why are they having a party at your house, Chris?”

“Not this Chris,” Vilde says, giggling, “Chris Schistad, we call him Penetrator Chris because he’s part of the Penetrator’s, they’re one of the Russ groups,” She explains, clearly perturbed by your still blank expression, “(Y/N)! They’re like, the coolest, hottest guys in school!”

“Okay! Okay! I believe you!” You tell her defensively as you put your hands up jokingly, “It’s a dumb name but I guess it fitting for a bunch of fuckboys.”

“They’re not just fuckboys! Some of them are really sweet!” Vilde protests as the rest of you laugh at her naivete.

“Well I’m down for a party,” You tell her with a grin, “Message me the details, it sounds fun,” You tell them as the bell rings, “I’ll see you guys later.”

You were walking up the stairs to get to your History class when you body collided with someone else.

“Shit, I am so sorry,” You apologize quickly as you reach out a hand to help up the guy who stumbled down to the ground.

“It’s okay,” He says with a chuckle as he gets to his feet, “I should have been paying attention,” He tells you as he finally looks up at you, “I’m Chris,” He says with a smirk.

“(Y/N), Nice to meet you, sorry for running you over,” You say, apologizing again.

“Don’t worry about it,” He says with a wink, “I”ll see you around,” He says before heading down the stairs, leaving you a bit dumbfounded. 

“I totally plowed this hot guy down in the hallway on Wednesday,” You tell the girls while you all sit around Chris’ bedroom getting ready for the party and doing some pre-drinking.

“Really? Who?” Eva asks curiously, it seems like the girls are already hellbent on trying to set you up with someone.

“I think it was the Chris that’s throwing the party,” You tell her, “And you were totally right Vilde, he’s really attractive.”

“You can’t like him,” Vilde tells you bluntly.

“What? Why?” You ask as you turn to face her.

“He’s a player, he’s the reason Eva and her ex broke up,” Vilde states as if it’s obvious and you should have known already.

“Well, that’s not quite what happened-” Eva cuts in.

“I’m just saying, he’s already hooked up with Eva so he can’t hook up with any of us, it’s girl code,” Vilde replies with a shrug as she finishes up her mascara.

“I’m not sure that’s how it works,” Noora says with a bemused grin, “If you like him you can hook up with him (Y/N), it’s your body after all, but Vilde’s right about one thing, he’s a player, he never dates.”

“He’s incredibly sweet, so just be careful,” Eva tells you.

“Okay, okay,” You say defensively, “Now I know what to expect.”

“Hey, we’re not here to scare (Y/N) away from every boy at Nissen,” Chris cuts in, “Let’s party!”

When you walked up to the party it was already in full swing.

Chris greeted all of you at the door and let you all in as you held up the bottles of alcohol you’d brought. He winked at you as you walked past and opened his mouth to say something only for Vilde to push you through the doorway and into the party.

You were dancing with Eva in order to keep an eye on her since she was already pretty out of it, but Noora came along and relieved you of your duties when you went to get another drink.

“Hey,” You hear a voice greet you over the music as you’re grabbing yourself a beer. You turn around to see Chris and grin at him.

“Hi, great party,” You tell him, trying to raise your voice enough to be heard over the music as you open the beer and take a sip.

“I had no idea that you were friends with Eva and that group,” Chris comments.

“Yeah, I just moved and they’ve taken me in,” You tell him, “You know, they’ve told me that you’re bad news,” You add as you raise your eyebrows at him, curious as to what his response will be

“Oh yeah, and what do you think,” He asks as he leans against the counter next to you.

“I think I’ll decide that for myself, but so far I don’t think I’ve seen any red flags,” You say before pausing as you think of one, “Other than the fact that you drink shitty beer,” You add as you set down your drink.

“Well if I promised you there wouldn’t be any shitty beer would you want to get dinner sometime and figure out if I’m a fuckboy or not?” He asks bluntly.

You grin at him, “I think that’s a great idea,” You tell him, “You better not mess this up Schistad,”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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(Chris Schistad x Reader): I’m not telling you

Summary: Reader sees Chris flirting with Eva and she realizes that it bothers her that he’s actually interested in someone and feelings are confessed.

A/N: apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes

You really tried to not get pissed off. This wasn’t the first time that Chris had flirted with a girl at a party, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. It didn’t matter if he had a girlfriend or not, if there was a girl that he found attractive, Chris was going to hit on her relentlessly until they made-out, or did something more.

And you were his best friend. You stuck by his side despite how shity he was to girls because it didn’t matter to you. You weren’t a girlfriend he was going to drop after a few days. You were his best friend and your relationship was purely platonic so you knew that it was something real that you two had.

At least that was you used to feel. Now you weren’t so sure.

You were at a party at one of the other Penetrator’s houses and Chris seemed to have found his target for the night. You were surprised though, because the girl he was flirting with, Eva, had been on his mind for a few weeks now. Ever since the drama club party at the beginning of the year he hadn’t been able to shut up about this girl who had left him hanging.

You were really trying to listen to your friend Mari as she told you about her plans for next year, but it was hard to keep your eyes of Chris as he tried to get with this girl.

You had to admit that it was impressive that this first-year girl wasn’t giving into him, but it didn’t stop you from being pissed off by the whole thing. The worst part is that you didn’t know why it was so upsetting. Sure, you liked to flirt with each other from time to time, but it was more of those stupid lines that you say to each other as best friends because you can, because you know neither of you actually feel anything for one another.

Now you weren't so sure. I mean, there was no way that you actually liked Chris, that would be an insane and abjectly stupid thing to do. It’s not like he would feel anything in return, and if he did he most certainly wouldn’t maintain it longer than a weekend.

“You okay?” Mari asked as she realized that your eyes had glazed over a few minutes ago. She followed your line of sight to realize it was focused on Chris, “If you have a problem with it, you should tell him.” She told you plainly.

“Really? What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, you’re flirting with a girl and even though we’re not dating and don’t have feelings for each other you need to stop it because it bothers me’?” You reply sarcastically.

“Come on, (Y/N), you like him, and he clearly likes you, he looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous person to ever exist,” Mari replies.

“That is so not true,” you scoff.

“Trust me,” She replies seriously, “if you don’t say anything, you’re going to regret it.”

“This is such bullshit,” You mutter, “I’m gonna go get some air.” You say as you walk away from Mari before she can say anything else.

Once you’re outside you lean back against the exterior of the house and take a deep breath. You don’t know what to think anymore, and you most certainly don’t know how you feel about anything.

After a moment of quiet, you hear the door open as the sounds of the thumping music and loud conversations inside reach you.

“(Y/N)?” A voice calls out as the door closes and the silence recommences.

“Hey,” You reply as you see Chris come out into the yard.

“Hey, what happened?” He asks as he comes over to where you are and leans against the house next to you.

“Nothing just needed some air,” You reply, trying to keep your voice even.

“Oh,” He replies plainly.

“Can I ask you something?” You say after a moment, turning to look at Chris, “Why do you hook up with so many girls?”

“I...I don’t know,” Chris responds after a second, “I guess it’s a good distraction from what I can’t have.”

“What? Like a relationship?” You ask, confused before he nods, “You do realize that any girl you’ve hooked up with and countless others would be more than willing to go out with you, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to just date anyone,” He replies, clearing his throat.

You try to keep your stomach from dropping when he says that, trying not to let it show that you wish that it was you, before replying the way that any good friend would, “What, do you want to go out with Eva? You know that she’s just turning you down because she thinks you’re a fuckboy, right?”

“No, it’s not Eva.”

“Then who is it?”

“I’m not telling you this.” He replies stubbornly.

“Come on, I’m not going to tell her anything.”

“It’s you!” He finally blurts out, “God (Y/N), it obviously you!”

You stare at him in stunned silence before he starts talking again.

“Do you feel better now? Now that I’ve properly humiliated myself?” He asks accusingly.

“Chris…” You start, trying to find the words to express what you’re feeling.

“Just forget I said anything,” He tells you before getting up.

“Wait,” You call after him, “ Do you really think that ignoring me-us-is really going to make this go away? Because it’s not.” You tell him, “I have feelings for you too, you idiot.”

“Seriously?” He replies, hesitantly as he turns back around.

“Of course, I get jealous every time you hook up with a girl at a party.” You tell him as you grab his hand and pulling him back towards you.

“Well, how would you feel if I hooked up with you at this party?” He asks, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips.

“I would like that a lot more.” You reply before pulling his face towards yours.

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Evak’s best friend headcanons:

You start of hanging out with the boy squad

Jonas thought you were cool and started inviting you to do things with the bois

Everyone falls in love with you (platonically obvi) immediately 

EXCEPT for lil jealous Isak

No one really knows why Isak doesn’t like you (because you guys would actually be best friends, like you’re very similar)

Even always invites you places so that you can hang out with the two of them and so that Even can make Isak get to know you

But you always get the cold shoulder from Isak 

Eventually you realize it’s because he's worried that you’ll replace him (both in the boy squad and with Even) because he sees you as an even better version of himself

“Isak, I’m not into Even and he’s definitely not into me.”

“What? I -um- I don’t care.”

“You’re just as shit of a liar as I am,” “But seriously, Even doesn’t stop talking about you, like, ever, you have nothing to worry about.”

From then on you two get along really well

Even is ecstatic and it means that you are over at their flat 24/7

You’re there more than your own home - which makes your parents a little bit worried, but once they met Even and Isak they know that there’s nothing to worry about because they are the sweetest boys ever

Even would never tell the guys, but he likes hang out with you a bit more than the rest of them

He feels like the rest of the boys are only his friends because they were Isak’s friends first, but you met the two of them at the same time so it just, make Even feel a bit more secure in your friendship

Which means he opens up to you more than he does with the guys

And you love the guys (esp. Jonas because he was your first good friend) but you’re just so close with Even and Isak 

Always hanging out with Even when the others go smoke (not that you really have anything against it, but you figure it must be tough for Even to hang out by himself)

Tutoring Isak (esp. In science because Sana seriously needs a break)

Making dumb jokes and stuff but also getting way too deep and philosophical (meaning that you never really get anything done)

Always talking about alternate realities with them

You’re obsessed with talking about the fact that there’s an alternate reality where you’re still best friends but where you all actually like ‘good music’ because you’re not into Nas and all of that 90s rap that they listen too

Sometimes you feel a little 3rd wheel-y but you’re generally pretty good at telling when they start getting a little too coupely for you to handle so you know when to leave them alone and go hang out with other people

Generally just supporting each other and being adorable best friends

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(Yousef Acar x Reader): Fake Boyfriend

Summary: You need a date to bring to a party to rub in all of your old classmate’s friend so you figure who would be better than your best friend and long term crush? Even if you’ve told him you’re going just as friends.

A/N: I’m totally yousana trash but i’m so in love with yousef that I couldn’t help myself

“Yousefff- my bestest of friends - I need help,” You whine into the phone as you pace in your room, feeling the soft material of your rug on the bottom of your feet, giving you some sense of calm as you nervously run a hand through your hair.

“What’s up?” He asks on the other line, his disembodied voice a familiar sound to your ears.

“So you know how I got invited to that weird reunion party? How everyone from my old school wanted to hang out and celebrate the fact that we’ve made it a year past graduation and all of that nonsense?” You ask.

“Yeah, I think you’ve complained about how stupid of an idea it is once or twice...a day.” Yousef replies with a chuckle.

You pause for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase your question appropriately, “Well, I need a date.”

“Okay…?” He replies, suspiciously.

“You’re super hot and I want to rub how hot you are in everyone's faces.” You explain, as if it’s almost obvious.

“Oh.. um” He replies awkwardly.

“Obviously it will be just as friends.” You quickly add. Sure, you with it was as something more, but Yousef would never agree to it if it was.

“I guess I’m in, text me the details.” He replies.

You grin stupidly into your phone, “Awesome, you’re the best.” You say before hanging up.

So there the two of you were a week later standing at the doorway of one of you old classmate’s apartments. There were a few guys that you recognized standing out in the hallway, having an animated discussion about which girls still looked hot who did little more than glance over at you before continuing on.

“You ready?” Yousef asks, breaking you out of your thoughts as you start fidgeting with the hem of your top.

“Yeah, I’m just remembering how many of these people hated me and it’s kind of bumming me out.” You reply with a shrug, you’re trying to joke with him, but it comes out mure bitter than you intended it to.

He glances over at you and you can see the concern in his eyes, “Well, tonight they’ll see how stupid they were.” He replies with a grin.

“With you by me side, hell yeah.” You reply was you push open the door and subject yourself to the music.

When you walked in the party was already in full swing. It made you immediately remember why you disliked so many of your old classmates. A majority of them were already thoroughly plastered and several couples were already hooking up in the dark corners of the rooms. As you walked through the party, Yousef’s hand intertwined with yours, you looked around for some of your old friends, briefly stopping a few times to say hi to people and catch up with them.

You saw some of the people you didn’t like very much as they glanced over at you only to do a double take when they noticed Yousef. You knew that you thought he was attractive, but there was something really pleasing about the fact that other people thought so too. The only problem was that was a jarring reminder that Yousef is way out of your league and that you could never be anything more than friends.

“You good?” Yousef asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You lie quickly, not wanting him to worry about you, “Just tired.”

He nods and thinks for a moment before turning back to you, “Do you want to duck out then? We could go do something else?” He offers.

“That would be great,” You reply as a smile tugs at your lips. Yousef slings an arm around your shoulder as you say your goodbyes and let him lead you back out of the party and down to the street.

The two of you walk for a while, chatting about the party before the street turns into the pier and the two of you are walking along the bay. It’s dark, but you can see the lights shimmering off the water.

“By the way, thanks for coming with me to the party, I know you didn’t want to, but it really meant a lot.” You say as the two of you sit on a bench just taking in your city at night.

“Of course, besides, why wouldn’t I want to come with, even though I had to pretend to be your date, it was really fun.” Yousef replies.

“I promise that I won’t force you to come with me as my date ever again,” You tell him, staring down at your hands as they lay in your lap, trying not to sound to hurt by the fact that Yousef clearly doesn’t have feelings for you.

“That’s not really what I meant. I’d love to come with you to things, but if it’s a date, I want it to be real.” He replies, as he looks over at you before gently taking his hand in yours.

“Oh...Well, I’d like that too,” You reply softly once you realize what he’s trying to tell you.

“Good. How about next Saturday?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.”

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(William Magnusson x Reader): Honesty is the best policy

Summary: Reader gets pulled into the conflict between The Penetrators and Yakuza boys and gets hurt.

A/N: apologies for any and all spelling/grammar mistakes (some of the phrasing is a bit awkward still, I was having a really hard time characterizing Will so this isn’t great but I wanted to post it anyway)

You knew it was a bad idea to come with the guys to confront the Yakuzas. Unfortunately, Will was on a date which left you as the only voice of reason left in the group. You didn’t like feeling like you had to babysit your friends and act like their moms, but someone had to stop them from doing something they were going to regret.

"Do you really need to do this?" You asked Chris, your next closest friend behind Will, from the backseat of his car, lamely attempting to persuade him to just give it up.

Chris didn’t turn around but he glanced at you in his rearview mirror, "(Y/N), they jumped that first year guy for no reason, we need to put them back in their place."

You sighed and slumped back in your seat, praying that the Yakuzas wouldn't actually show up.

When you got out of the car your heart sank when you realized they were already waiting for you. You knew Will wouldn't want to cut his date short but you had a bad feeling so you pulled out your phone and called Will, telling him where you were and to get here as soon as possible.

You got out of the car with the others, quietly mumbling to Chris, telling him that you should just go home as you walked up the the other group.

"Listen to your girlfriend, you know you're going to lose." One of the Yakuza guys said as you walked up.

You rolled your eyes, "First of all, not his girlfriend, second of all, I'm trying to stop them from murdering you because they’ll get arrested, but if that’s what you want..." You trailed off, cocking your head slightly.

"Who the hell do you think you are, bitch?" He asked angrily, stepping up to you.

Chris was about to step in front of you and defend your honor or whatever it is he is supposed to do as your best friend but you nudged him out of the way and stepped up to meet the guy face to face.

"I'm the girl who's about to beat your ass." You say before throwing your punch, hitting the guy who was mouthing off square in the nose with a satisfying crunch, silently thanking your dad for enrolling you in all those self-defense classes.

By the time the fight is finally broken up you have a bloody nose and what feels like a long scrape on the side of your face. No one else looked much better than you.

As the Yakuzas guys walk away you see William walking over from his car, his expression a mixture of anger and tiredness.

"Shit," you mutter as you trying to wipe the blood flowing out of your nose on your sleeve.

"What the hell happened?" Will asks loudly as he walks over.

Chris opened his mouth to explain, "The Yakuza guys-"

"I thought we agreed that we wouldn't try and start shit." He replies, shooting Chris a look before turning to you, "I thought you were going to try and stop them."

"I tried!” You protest, “But then they were trying to say shit and I just couldn't..."

"She threw the first punch," Theo offers, causing you to whip your head around and glare at him, "Hey! It was a really good hit," He adds defensively

"(Y/N)...Why would you get involved?" Will mutters, shaking his head as he gently grabs your chin and turns your face so that he can get a better look at the scape along the side of it.

"Oh please, if you'd heard what they were saying you would have hit them too, they were being really fucking annoying." You reply defensively as you jerk your face out of his grip and stalked away, trying to ignore the fact that you can still feel where he touched you.

You spent Saturday and Sunday sulking in your room. You'd lied and told your parents you slipped and fell while skateboarding (you were pretty sure they could tell you were lying but they didn't say anything, which was nice of them). You briefly Skyped with Chris to compare battle wounds (his black eye was a lot larger and more serious looking than your cut and you both had scars across the bridges of your nose so you let Chris have this one) and did some homework.

Sunday night you couldn’t bear ignoring Will anymore and called Will to apologize.

“I’m really sorry Will,” You apologized when he picked up, “I don’t know why I did all of that stuff, I should have tried harder to stop it.”

“It’s okay,” Will replies, his voice gentle, more gentle than it usually is when you talk to him, “I was just freaked out by how hurt you guys all got, it’s not your job to babysit them, I shouldn't expect that.”

You nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see you, “Yeah, but you do it, you deserved to have a night off and I ruined it, I’m really sorry.”

“That’s okay, the date didn’t go very well anyway, I was a little relieved that you called, you’re a true best friend.” He admitted.

“I thought you really liked her?” You asked, confused, “Didn’t you spend ages convincing her to go on this date?”

“I do-I did- but she was just really aggressive and rude the whole time, I don’t know what I expected from a girl I had to coerce into a date, but I don’t think it was worth it.” He said.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’ll have better luck with the next one.” You reply with a grin, ignoring your own personal emotions.

“Yeah…” He trailed off.

“Well I better go, I’ve been avoiding my parents all weekend and they want to talk to me at dinner.” You say, sensing that the conversation was ending

“Good luck, and thanks for calling.” Will says.

“Thank you for being a good friend.” You reply, “Love you,” You add before hanging up despite the fact that it means a bit more to you than it does to him. 

Monday morning Will picked you and a few of the others up for school. You knew that there was gossip going around that you guys got into a fight and we're hoping that if you all showed up together you wouldn't have to worry too much about the story continuing.

When you got to school during lunch break you all got out of Will’s car you could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you walked through the school yard. You were no stranger to getting stares as you walked past (first year girls loved to watch the boys walk past them) but it was at a new level today, you all stared straight ahead as you walked through, and once you got into the building you walked straight to your locker, briefly waving goodbye to the others.

When you were grabbing some of your textbooks out of your locker a chipper voice behind you said, "Hi!"

You turned around to see a bubbly, blonde first year looking back at you.

"Hello," You replied, turning back to your locker. Any time a first year tried to talk to you it was to ask about one of the boys and since you knew Will slept with her earlier this year you had a feeling you knew what was happening.

"Will is fine, if you're worried about his face getting damaged." Your you add as you close your locker and turn back to her.

"Oh...that’s good to hear," she replied, somewhat nervously, "I was just curious what happened, we all heard what happened on Friday."

"Um...it was a fight, Will came in and saved the day as usual," you reply, feeling weird and wishing the girl would just talk to Will instead of you.

"He really is brave. isn’t he?" She asks.

"Yeah," you reply, glancing at her, hoping the conversation will end.

"Well, I've got to be in the C building, see you later," she says before giving you a small wave and walking away. Leaving you to stand in the hallway, mildly annoyed before heading to class.

Friday night you're at William's party.

You were talking with some of the guys and feeling pleasantly buzzed when you saw the blonde girl from Monday trying to talk to William. He must have said something to her because you see her quickly walk away and it looks like she’s crying. You know you should feel bad, Will can be pretty heartless when it comes to turning girls down but there’s always a little part of you that enjoys it, it’s like there’s a sliver of hope that he’s interested in someone, someone who could be you.

You walked over to Will, “What was that all about?”

“Fruition of a bad deal that I made, I think I made myself pretty clear though, someone else can clean up that mess.”

“Why are you such a dick to girls?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest, you tried never wanted to get into these kinds of things with Will but you were kind of pissed off that he’d made that girl cry.

“Because those girls don’t mean anything to me, they’re don’t matter to me and I don’t want them to think that I do - it would get messy.” He replies with a shrug.

“Wow…I’m going to go dance, see you later,” You reply before walking away, it just seemed a bit too awkward to hear him say those things when he probably felt the same way about you. -- “Do you know why I never commit to any serious relationship?” Will asked suddenly. You were sitting with him on the couch after the police came and shut it down. Neither of you had said much, you were both a little uncomfortable after you’d confronted him about the first year girl, Vilde and didn’t know what to do about it.

“Because I’m in love with someone.” He admits and your heart sinks, “No matter which girls I fuck I can’t get her out of my head and it kills me because I can never have her.”

You nod, inspecting the hem of your shirt because you can’t bring yourself to make eye contact, you can tell he’s talking about Noora, the first girl he's been obsessed recently, she’s playing hard to get so it would make sense.

“Even when I tried to date someone else, I just can’t do it because I love someone else.” You look up, your brow furrowed, the only girl he’s gone on a date with recently would be Noora, so if that’s not who he’s in love with, who could it be?

“Who are you-”

“You, (Y/N), I’ve been in love with you for ages and I know that I’m not good enough for you but jesus christ, I can’t just pretend I don’t have feeling for you, not anymore.”

You stare at him a moment, awestruck and he shakes his head and moves to get up, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, that was stupid, you’ve made it pretty clear that we’re just friends.” He apologizes.

“What?” You blurt out, “No, Will, I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to pretend I’m okay with you chasing after Noora, do you know how painful that was to watch while I was pining after you? Will, I’m hopelessly in love with you, couldn’t you tell?”

“Seriously?” He asks, staring at you

You laugh, “Yes, God, we’re oblivious aren’t we?”

“Does this mean I can kiss you now?” he asks as he moves towards you on the couch.

You nod and he holds your cheek in his hand as he pressed his lips against yours. After first the kiss was soft and slow, you were both savoring something that you’d been dreaming about for as long as you could remember. Once you got over the fact that this wasn’t a dream the kiss got deeper and hungrier, as you both moved your arms, trying to touch every inch of each other and just soak each other up.

[peterpparkrr]

(Eva Mohn x Reader): Do you want to make out? (3/3)

Summary: Reader is a penetrator and at the charity party Eva starts hitting on her. Afterwards she got into an altercation with the Yakuza’s and how she’s back at school and ready to talk to Eva about what happened between them.

A/N: So I kept this going because I’m kind of obsessed with Eva (apologies for spelling and grammar)

Part 1 Part 2

Monday morning you were dreading going to school. You knew a lot of people already knew what happened (Penetrators are shit when it come to keeping things quiet) but when you got out of the car you could feel everyone's eyes on you as you walked with the others into the school.

You’d chosen the most innocuous clothes you could find, simple jeans and a sweatshirt under your winter jacket with a beanie pulled low on your head in a lame attempt to disguise yourself and the nasty black eye you were still sporting.

You kept your head down as you walked into school. As you stood in the hallway with some of the other guys before classes started you were joking about how one of the guys had gotten so plastered over the weekend he had lost his pants at some point during the night- he just couldn’t figure out where- when you saw Eva and her friends walk past.

You couldn’t help but stare and when she glanced at you she held your gaze as her eyes flicked to the black eye and scrapes on your face and you could see the confusion and worry that washed across her face. You tried your best to smile at her but you could tell it just looked kind of sheepish. 

You wanted her to stop and talk to you and you thought you saw her hesitate but you couldn’t tell if you’d imagined it or not.

A minute later you got a facebook message, <<Vilde was gossiping about you getting hurt but I thought it was a rumor. What happened???>> the message from Eva read.

<<Just drama with the Yakuza guys, can we maybe talk at lunch today?>> You replied, figuring you needed to clear the air with her over what happened over the weekend.

You held your breath nervously, holding your breath before you got the response, <<Sure, meet me outside>>

You looked up from the phone to see the other guys were all watching you with bemused looks on their faces.

“What?” You ask defensively, not liking the fact that everyone was watching you and like they could read you like an open book, knowing exactly what was going on between you and Eva..

“Nothing,” Chris replies his smirk, “Who are you texting? Maybe a certain red-headed first year?” He asks.

“None of your business,” You reply, your face turning red.

“Please, we can all feel the sexual tension,” Will comments, slinging his arm around your shoulder in his annoying, big brother way.

“It’s so hot,” Julian added, grinning.

“Don’t be gross,” Chris replies, shoving him. The guys might be annoying, but they have your back.

After class you walked out to the school yard, you walked past the penetrators, sending them a nervous smile as you walked over to where Eva was standing with her friends.

“Um...hi,” You greeted the group as you walked up, shoving your hands in your pockets.

“(Y/N)! Let’s go,” Eva said quickly, interlocking her arm with yours and dragging you away from the group before anyone else had a chance to say anything.

“What was that all about?” You ask as she leads you out of the schoolyard and down the sidewalk a bit, once you’re out of view of the school she finally stops walking.

“Sorry, my friends are just kind of nosy,” She apologizes, “I didn’t want them to freak you out more than they already have.” She explains.

You smile at her, “Eva, you’re friends are great, trust me, and everyone else is just as nosy, you have nothing to be worried about.”

“Good, because I wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party.” She says after taking a deep breath.

“Me too,” You reply, “When you were drunk you said some stuff, and I don’t know if they’re true or not, but if they are…” You paused, looking her in the eyes, “I really like you Eva.” You confess.

“I like you too,” She replies, her serious facial expression morphing into an excited one.

You grin, feeling the anxiety that had been building up in your body dissipate, before you can think about it you reach over to her and gently graze your fingers across her cheekbone before cupping her face and kissing her.

“See? I’m really good at keeping promises.”