ATE WHAT? DICK?

@feltinsecure      *      STARTER   CALL.

❛          i   don’t   get   HOW   you’re   still   friends   with   him.          i   mean,     isn’t   that   weird   ?          you   guys   literally   just   broke   up.          ❜

Eva: Oh wow!

Sana: That's what you wanted, right? Everyone in the same room, at the same time?

Eva: I can't believe you. We're all together in the same room. This room. I don't think I could be any happier!

Sana: Wanna bet?

Noora: Hi!

a mimicking pout takes over his face before dissolving into laughter– a laugh that lasts until he noticed genuine hurt dance across her face. flashbacks to when she’d confronted him about what he’d done to her and jonas cross his mind; shaking his head to get rid of them, he leans down to make better eye contact with her. ‘ eva ! what are you talking about ? of course we’re friends ! ’ a grin spreads across his face in a concerted effort to get the girl to stop looking so forlorn. ‘ why are you so sad ? ’

❝   BECAUSE  I  MISS  YOU.   ❞     a  slur  reft  with  candour,   nostalgia  dusting  the  trail  of  slipping  fingers  from  stretched  hem.     the  previous  resent  and  hurt  once  settled  in  the  vestibule  of  a  sinner’s  heart  has  been  eradicated   —   to  hold  onto  such  feelings  would  be  HYPOCRITICAL;   hadn’t  she  done  something  underhand  once  in  taking  her  best friend’s  boyfriend?     perhaps  it  was  the  most  ironic  form  of  karmic  retribution.     

there  was  a  feeling  of  envy  he  couldn’t  shake  off.        it  seemed  like  thousands  of  stories  had  been  made  in  this  small  apartment,  and  a  thousand  more  had  been  made  in  that  one  school.   with  eva,   her  friends,   even  isak   —-   an  unknown  tale  someone  like  even,   determined  to  thrive  the  extraordinary  ending  to  movie,   craved  to  know.   perhaps  future  chapters  would  include  him  more  often.    smile  stretching,   his  fingers  exaggerate  their  movements  across  the  table  :   butter,  sour  cream,  toast,   chips   !

❝      WHAT  AM  I  MAKING  . . .    well,    eskild  was  becoming  tired  of  eggs  every  morning .    so  i  thought  i’d  try  what  the  t.v  suggested .   cream  cheese  french  toasts  ?   heard  of  it  ?   i’ve  never  tried  it,   but  it  looks  promising .    don’t  miss  out .      ❞

THIS  SYNTHESIS  OF  PASSION  and  practice  trills  proficient.     each  move  predestined;   each  step  a  waltz  amongst  the  culinary  clatter.     and  it’s  arrantly  apparent   —   the  natural  ease  with  which  he  performs,   cosy  and  at  home  in  the  span  of  cluttered  counters  and  the  territory  of  others.     she’s  rendered  momentarily  aphonic,   SPELLBOUND  by  the  zealous  display,   the  activity  that  has  the  lining  of  her  stomach  churning  just  watching   —   and  with  jealousy  too;   wonders  if  there’s  anything  she  does  so  full  of  artistry  that  it  sparks  the  same  amber  burning  in  the  cavernous  depth  of  hearts  too  big.

#when u know a binch is lying and you’re not afraid to call them out on it#icb eva shook isak to the core

@feltinsecure isak still has nightmares about eva confronting him #canon

eva:   makes  a  big  speech  about  how  good  a  friend  he’s  been,   that  she  doesn’t  have  many  people  she  can  trust,  that  she  doesn’t  know  what  she  would  do  without  him. also  eva:   there’s  just  one  thing  i’m  wondering,   did  you  support  us  when  you  told  everyone  me  and  chris  hooked  up? isak:   

SANA had gotten used to taking care of her friends at parties, they always drank too much and never knew how to hold their liquor– eva, especially. tonight is no exception; eva stumbles around the party and the hijabi follows her closely, making sure she doesn’t make a fool of herself and their bus.

after watching the other girl take a tumble, she helps her up and dusts her friend off. ‘ eva, i think it’s time we go home. ’

@feltinsecure· ♡’d for a starter !

FINGERTIPS  TRAIL  THE  length  of  peach  flesh  displayed  through  laddered  tights;   the  chipped  purple  of  her  nails  plucking  each  rung  like  a  makeshift  guitar   —   and  she’s  ready  to  admit  defeat,   that  no  amount  of  tape  will  EVER  make  this  pair  salvageable  again.     frame  teeters  once  more,   reaches  for  the  reassuring  grip  of  sana’s  hands  until  the  room  stops  spinning.     ❝   is  everyone  going  already?     —   i  thought  vilde  just  went  to  find  more  wine?   ❞

❝ – well, he COULD learn how to do it. I’m a great teacher, you know ? ❞ plump lips pursed as she tried to believe her own EXCUSES, daring to imagine a world where eskild could do his own laundry, obediently and promptly learning. it could be told as a JOKE next time she wanted to drag laughter out of her lazy roommate. a mocking noora ARCHED a brow, at all the promises of a good time coming from what teenagers would call fun. taking her turn on bumping over the other’s shoulder ever so gently, giggles poured from red tinted lips. ❝ now, you sounded like one of those LAME and drunk ex boyfriends, begging for a second chance after a shitty relationship. ❞

❝well, if jonas is showing up you definitely should, yourself. but i have no idea on how the penetrators could make any party sound more APPEALING, even though it’s always an absolute honour to have the boy squad attending, of course. ❞

❝   OKAY,   I’M  NOT  the  begging,   drunk  ex   —   i’m  the  dumper.     i’m  the  dumper!   ❞     stated  twice  for  emphasis,   cotton  candy  mouth  circled  in  sated  belief.     the  argument  is  obsolete,   a  figment  of  hypothesis,   but  still  a  soft  strike  to  the  pink  of  her  gut  given  recent  antics.     still,   facade  perks,   curled  fist  tucked  under  chin,   frame  inclined  closer.     there’s  a  rakish  glean  to  glass-cut  gaze,   the  slight  shift  of  pillow  lip.     ❝   but  if  i  WAS  the  begging  ex  you  know  you  wouldn’t  say  no  to  this  face.   ❞