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CALLING ALL SKAM ARTISTS! ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

We want you in the Skam Big Bang 2024!

We have a fantastic group of writers committed to bringing new stories to the Skam fandom and we need artists to collaborate. The Skam Big Bang matches artists with writers to create a piece(s) of fanart inspired by the story. Artists read blind excerpts and are matched based on preferences and Skamverses. Art can take any form from hand or digital drawing or painting, gif sets, mood boards/aesthetics, photoshop edits, video edits, textile arts, music playlists. Basically anything creative you can imagine inspired by a fic!

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We’re in the dog days of the Bang. When our writers are questioning all their life choices. But the community is strong and supportive and we’re helping each other over the humps and bumps of the writers’ journey! The story outlines so far are amazing and summer will be here soon enough with all its fic goodness!

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*vibrates existentially*

Inspiro for Unhitched. Fresh Butcher and Hopper-Dropper to chew on.

I'm not avoiding my WIPs.

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A Different Thread, Chapter Twenty:

Near Kiss, Near Miss

Nakyum made the mistake of looking up. Seungho’s eyes snared him with that stupidly earnest expression. “What are you going to do?” he asked softly, not moving when Seungho edged closer. Nakyum wasn’t confident of what he referred to with the question: the situation with Seungho’s father or why Seungho was closing the gap between them.

“I don’t know,” Seungho murmured, his eyes closing on a deep exhale. “I just needed to find you.” His hand found Nakyum's, winding their fingers together, and Nakyum didn’t pull away. Warmth encircled his hand in an easy motion that caused the air to thin and Nakyum’s blood to thicken. Then Seungho lowered his head, stopping when his forehead touched Nakyum’s. “I just need you for a minute.” His breath was as warm as his touch.

Nakyum stood still, paralysed by the gentle advance. Weeks through months, all Seungho had done was display his weaknesses, bare himself as much as he could, and show up as honestly as he knew how. And every serrated tone, every barbed word, he’d taken without complaint. And, truly, he was just as lost as everyone else, searching for contact and understanding.

Nakyum had been wrong.

“It’s OK. It’s going to be OK,” Nakyum murmured, though it was impossible to hear his voice over the sound of the blood as it pounded in his ears. It ached . Something physically hurt within his chest, like an overused muscle. How much had he been holding back? What was he straining to fend off? Nakyum didn’t know anymore—not why they were here, not what he was, nor why he couldn’t follow his impulses. “We’ll find a way,” he whispered, fingers tightening around Seungho’s hand.

Golden eyes flashed open. Seungho gazed at Nakyum; shallow breaths passed between their lips. “You’re not running away,” he murmured the half-question, spoken as though Nakyum were a doe that had wandered all the way to eat from his hand. Now Seungho was scared he’d fly away if he spoke too loud.

Nakyum’s throat closed, too tight for air, let alone words. He couldn’t answer if he wanted. It was overwhelming: the throb and yearn, the burning in his chest, the expectations he’d placed on himself, the boundaries he’d firmly drawn. It was all too much.

He closed his eyes, there was no strength left to fight. Not here and now, not after spending three hours trying to sculpt to perfection the nose that was now touching his own. He could explore it now if he just reached out.

Something in the air between them buzzed. The universe expanded so that the world and worries were as far as the stars, yet their souls pulled together. Nakyum felt Seungho edge closer still. His lips were so close, Nakyum could feel their heat—just like the fingertips on his chaotic pulse point. And then something precious and delicate glanced at the corner of his mouth, the barest brush of lips as fragile and fleeting as a snowflake. And just like a snowflake, it disappeared as quickly as it had landed.

Nakyum’s jaw sagged, and his body trembled. He wasn’t hurting anyone, not with this simple desire. Just one kiss…

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#fanfic #potn #killing stalking #seungho x nakyum #sangwoo x bum

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The SKAM Big Bang 2022 is off to a flying start with 4 amazing fics posted today! Find them all (and coming fics) on the SKAM Big Bang 2022 collection on ao3!

Go show these stories (and art) some love and read, kudo, comment! 🥳

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The Skam Big Bang 2022 posting schedule is here! 🥳🎉 We are so excited for the Bang to begin next Tuesday 21st June 2022 and continue all the way into September with fics in Skam OG, WTFock, Skam France and Druck ✨

All of the fics will be posted in the author’s timezone, so there may be some differences depending on where in the world you are joining us from, but we hope that you’ll all excited and ready to show some love for the incredible works all of our participants have created! 💕

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Cataclysm

“What did you do with him?”

He cocked his head to one side and smirked. “With who?” he asked.

“My cat,” Nakyum spat. The animal should be attacking the stranger, hissing, scratching, and biting—the one time it was desperately required. Where had the stupid thing gone?

“You are quite slow, did you know?”

Nakyum sputtered. “What did you do to him?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything to myself . You, on the other hand, need to stop bringing people over. I don’t like to share what’s mine, especially not with that irritating tutor. I thought I was going to die; he’s so fucking boring. That’s not your type, is it? I thought I was your type.” The man crossed his arms across his bare chest, reminding Nakyum that the man, who had the nerve to bore into him with disgruntled eyes, was naked.

Mouth dry, Nakyum tried to figure out what he meant. How did he know about his tutor? “What are you talking about?” It was the only thing that came.

Nakyum flinched back against the wall. The man reached forward only to flick his forehead. Then he retreated to flop onto the bed, ass bared to the world, while Nakyum stood frozen to the spot. “You really are stupid,” he muttered into the covers beneath his mouth.

Anger overcame the stupor. “You can’t speak to me like that,” he said, advancing towards the bed. “This is my house. You can’t call me stupid while rubbing your dick all over my bedsheets. You need to leave.”

The man turned on his side, limbs stretching out in feline fashion. He looked in no hurry to oblige as he smirked up at Nakyum. “As I said, you said I could stay as long as I like, and I would like to stay. Indefinitely.”

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#fanfic #potn #seungho x nakyum #one shot #cat seungho

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Before the SKAM Big Bang 2022 starts, we are giving you sneak peeks on the stories and art coming your way!

Today’s story 📚 is "La Ritournelle" written by flatfootmonster and art 🎨 by Marc

The Big Bang will begin on 21 June! ✨

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A Different Thread, Chapter Nineteen:

Show Me Yours

“Everyone gets scared. It’s not a crime.” Sangwoo was lying next to him, face to face. Bum couldn't see because his eyes were closed, but he could feel his slow breaths.

“I didn’t say it was. I just don’t get why you’re feeling like that right now.”

“I never said I was scared.”

“So why are you hiding?”

“Because,” Bum began, a little force in his words that quickly dissipated when he tried to think about the answer. “I’m confused .” That was a simple truth, but how did he elaborate? “I thought I’d figured you out before, and I let my guard down. Then you weren’t here when I woke up—”

“—That’s because you didn’t give me permission.”

“Permission?”

Sangwoo nodded. “To stay the night.”

That was why he’d left?

Bum shook his head. Sangwoo and his logic were impossible to understand. “But after that, you still didn’t come by the bar. I thought you’d lost interest, then I saw your date the other night and—” Bum clicked his tongue in vexation. So much had happened, so it was hard to surmise. “I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t even get to know you, and I thought that I never would. I just wanted to get drunk and fuck and forget. And now you climb in my fucking window —” he broke off, desperately swallowing down a sob. He’d never cried in front of someone. “I don't know what I want—and I don't know what you want—and I don’t know anything .” Bum forced the last word out through his teeth, frustration leaking into his tone, and turned to face the wall.

Sangwoo took the move as an invitation and inched closer, pressing his chest to Bum’s back, winding his arms tight around Bum’s waist. “I already told you that I like you. I want you.”

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#fanfic #killing stalking #sangwoo x bum #potn #seungho x nakyum

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“Is the soup ready?” he asked.

An Zhe locked eyes with him and frowned. “Soup?”

Lu Feng hummed. “You said you’d make me mushroom soup when I got back.” He delivered it in the same flat and steady timbre he usually spoke in, though it was impossible to stop his hand from petting.

Eyes darting to the kitchen and then the window, as if to double-check it was indeed still night, An Zhe returned his focus to Lu Feng. “It’s the middle of the night,” he protested, his jaw firming in the way it did when he became angry. “How would I know you’d be back now? You didn’t even send a warning—”

Lu Feng couldn’t stop the chuckle as he pulled An Zhe close and held him against his chest. The shock that stiffened An Zhe’s body gradually melted away as he accepted the foreign gesture. Lu Feng was sure it was as alien for An Zhe as for himself. Wrapping his arms around the younger man, Lu Feng closed his eyes. Those soft strands now brushed and tickled his cheek.

“I didn’t mean it. I was just joking.”

“ Joking ?” An Zhe replied, but the ire had eased from him. One palm came to rest against Lu Feng’s chest, radiating heat.

“Mm-hm,” he said. “It’s a bad habit, but I like it when you’re angry with me.”

“Why?” And the tone of disbelief was a novelty, too.

“You are as calm and placid as the surface of a lake. I like to see it when emotion touches the surface.”

There was a moment of stillness before An Zhe spoke. “You’re as cold as ice most of the time, but I don’t try to melt you.”

Lu Feng pursed his lips. “You don’t have to try.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed. Did he have to explain that? Unused to being so open, Lu Feng changed tact. “You didn’t answer my question first. What were you dreaming about?”

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#little mushroom #an zhe #lu feng #fanfic #xiao mogu #one shot

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Hushed, Chapter Six:

The Thing With Feathers

Bongchun scoured the room for clues. “Maybe he went for a walk,” he murmured.

She huffed a laugh. “You don’t think that he would have taken the first opportunity to flee for freedom?”

Bongchun worked his mouth, trying not to give a defensive reply. “I wouldn’t blame him if he did.”

Gaeul shook her head, smiling softly through her obvious concern. “And neither would I, but that is not the point. What do we do? He doesn’t know what harsh weather’s like on this terrain. On a good day, it would be hard for a stranger to find the cartway—add his injury to the mix and this,” she gestured back towards the open door, where the rainfall was just as noisy as the thunder rolls and clicked her tongue. “Foolish boy.”

The desire to guard Soongap stirred again. Bongchun was confused at his willingness to take up for someone against his mother, especially given that she could be right. But something in his gut said otherwise. “I just think—” His eyes tracked the room and scoured the walls, where belongings and tools hung. Something was missing. “—I don’t think he ran away,” he said. A small pair of shoes sat without an owner when he looked back to the porch. “He meant to return.”

“What makes you so confident?” she asked as Bongchun grabbed a blanket from Soongap’s pallet.

“There's a basket missing, and he didn’t take his shoes. “ Visible clues weren’t the only thing, but the pull he felt in his core was harder to explain. Bongchun stuck his head out of the door, analysing the surrounding area.

“He cooked dinner, too, but I wouldn’t put it passed that sweet soul to make sure we had something to eat even if he was leaving.” Gaeul was at his side, looking to do exactly like her son, except without her sight.

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#fanfic #bongchon bride #bongchun #soongap #alpha omega

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A Different Thread, Chapter Eighteen:

Polyptych

Bum shook his head. “ Fine ? Things can’t be fine. Why else would you drink? And how did you do that?” he asked, prodding a finger in the direction of Nakyum’s forehead.

Without thought, Nakyum reached for the spot Bum was pointing out, feeling grazed skin. He’d rushed so fast this morning to get ready he hadn’t had a chance to look in the mirror. He’d hurt himself, falling out of the car. But that wasn’t what made his pulse quicken or his cheeks heat. There had been a kiss that Nakyum hadn’t been repulsed by. Why hadn’t he reacted?

“Oh, this? It’s nothing. I just bumped my head.”

Bum clicked his tongue. “The first time you get wasted, and I’m not there to witness it?”

“Trust me. You wouldn’t have wanted to,” Nakyum mused humourlessly. He considered then that he had to be honest with Bum if he wished Bum to be honest with him. “You’re right. It wasn’t a good night, though the presentation was great— amazing , actually.”

“Of course it was; you wrote it,” Bum sniffed.

Acknowledging the warmth that came with his friends never wavering faith, Nakyum nevertheless waved the notion away with a hand. “He didn’t credit me once in the presentation or the online article. Considering how many people attended, it will be spoken about and circulated, and I am completely invisible. He will get all the credit.”

Bum was slack-jawed. Evidently, even his pessimistic opinion of Nakyum’s teacher fell short of that level of betrayal. “He did what?”

“Don't look surprised. You’ve been trying to warn me about this for ages now.” It wasn’t so bad, Nakyum supposed, admitting you had judged wrongly.

Dropping his gaze, Bum looked sheepish. His wide and dark eyes were so full of sorrow they looked like pools. Nakyum hated it when he looked like that. Of course, he wouldn’t gloat in being right; Bum wasn’t that sort of person. “I’m still sorry. I’d hoped maybe I was making something out of nothing and be wrong about him. You don’t deserve this.”

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#fanfic #killing stalking #potn #seungho x nakyum #sangwoo x bum

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A Different Thread, Chapter Seventeen:

Half-Open

“What does love feel like?”

Sangwoo opened his mouth before stalling. That response wasn’t expected. “I don’t know. Maybe—” he stopped abruptly. This was unknown territory, and Sangwoo didn’t like saying anything he wasn’t sure about.

But Seungho perked up, perhaps feeling the same sense of curiosity stoked in Sangwoo. “Maybe what?”

It was wise to think out an expression when it wasn’t art. Anything Sangwoo said now was off the cuff; he was on the spot. “I think it’s when they affect your senses. Every thing, word, and action are acute, while unimportant things are all you can think about. You feel sick to your bones when you wonder if maybe that was it, that they’d disappear from your world. You’re growing, evolving—and it’s uncomfortable. It hurts. All of it because you feel their warmth on you. You’re terrified because you’ve never felt so alive and dead at the same time. But you can’t give it up.” Sangwoo kept his hands moving over the cards, turning one over and then the next without registering class or house. That was too much—far too open. Someone exhaled heavily. Sangwoo wasn’t sure who it came from.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like that before.”

Sangwoo shrugged. “We don’t talk, Seungho.” He could feel his brother’s gaze heavy on him. Was he looking for a weakness or a way to reach him? Sangwoo had never been able to tell. “So, are you in love then?” He needed the focus to shift away from himself.

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A Different Thread, Chapter Sixteen

One Thing Leads to a Boo-Boo

Another pregnant pause pushed its way into the space between them. “You’re a remarkable person,” Seungho said, no sarcasm in his tone at all.

Nakyum looked at him, eyebrows drawn together, unable to comprehend the tangent Seungho had taken. “How did you get praise for me out of that?”

“Because you truly love altruistically; you want what’s best for him, whether that includes you or not. That’s the purest kind of love.”

Nakyum shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Was that not how most people loved? At least romantically, he had no experience. “I can’t speak for romantic love. Perhaps I’ll change when it comes to that.”

“You’ve never loved someone romantically?”

Nakyum looked away. “Why do you sound so surprised?” he asked defensively. “Is it really so bad?”

“No, it’s not. I just thought there would be someone. But you have no experience?”

A sickening flush of heat swept up from Nakyum’s gut and flooded his face. “None. I think I had a crush once on a teacher. But that wasn’t love.” Maybe at one point, he’d confused things, but he knew now. Love shouldn’t paralyse you and strip you of the things that make you happy. Love shouldn’t be judgemental and make you doubt who you were. “I’ve never really had the time, and I think I’m probably very picky.”

“Not when it comes to pastries.”

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#fanfic #potn #killing stalking #seungho x nakyum #sangwoo x bum