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Glad to know I'm not the only one that ships them

jonas and noora smiling at each other

(for the neediest shipper @shadeandadidas)

Don't know if it's unpopular But Joora is life 💞

I AGREE

send me your unpopular skam opinions and the only thing i can reply is if i agree or not

Weyt! Es que joora just works!!!

i am way into joora rn so imma just leave this here… k bye…

OMG!! this was just so f***ing cute and awesome!!! I need more!!!

Introducing Joora

his was the spawn of just looking at Jonas and Noora together in a gifset. And they just look so nice together!! Also Noora deserves better than what happened with William :( 

(also much thanks to @evakshalla and @kardemomme-kisses for making sure it wasn’t a complete failure)

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Noora thinks she should be happy.

It’s one of those nights, right? Her friends are gathered around her, drinking, laughing, cheering out toasts to the newly moved-in Isak and Even. It’s a happy night. Full of joy and new beginnings and-

And.

She’s miserable. She’s been miserable for the past two weeks when William Skyped her and told her that he met someone new. And that whatever they had- whatever struggles they went through, moments they shared- it wasn’t enough.

Noora wasn’t enough. And that fucking sucked.

But she couldn’t just- tell her friends that. Her friends who stuck through all of last year’s drama. Who were literally willing to break the law in order to salvage her relationship with William. How does she tell them it was all for nothing?

Noora takes another small sip of beer and looks around the room. The party was finally starting to wind down (thank God); Eva was practically passed out on Vilde’s lap, Chris snuffling peacefully against the leg of the couch and Sana… peering at her phone, fingers typing away furiously. Isak and Even, curled together, whispering into each other’s mouths.

She has to look away. She needs a second to breathe because if she doesn’t get away, she might end up resenting Isak and Even and her friends for their happiness while she-

Noora slips off the couch quietly and makes her way to the little alcove kitchen, placing both palms flat on the counter. Breathe one, two, three…

One, two, three… one, two, three

And then there is the remnants of a song in the vestiges of her mind as she’s mouthing the lyrics to herself and wonders why the pressure in her chest feels so tight. “Saying I love you is not the words I want to hear from…”

“Everything okay?”

Noora whirls around, only to be met with calm brown eyes under dark, dark brows.

“Jonas,” Noora lets out another breath, “Sorry. You scared me.”

He shrugs off her apologies, “No worries. You look uh- intense. In thought and shit.”

She forces a smile, shifting a bit when he moves further into the kitchen and sets down several empty beer bottles in the sink. Whatever does remain in them, he pours down the sink and rinses. At her look he chuckles, “Doesn’t feel right to take over their new place for a party and stick them with the mess.”

“Yeah,” she returns lamely, but joins him at the sink and takes her own beer to empty. They are silent for a few minutes and it’s weird because they’ve never really had a reason tho hangout on their own. It’s always been Isak or Eva buffering between them. So the silence stretches on until she can’t take it anymore. “Are you- um… having fun?”

Jonas nods easily enough and peers down at her from his lashes, “Yeah, of course. I’m so happy for Isak and Even. Really.”

“Me too.”

And then there is a knowing smile at the corners of Jonas’s lips and Noora wants to shrug it off like she’s told Eva to do so many times, but there isn’t even a hint of malice when Jonas hip bumps her. “They’re so disgustingly romantic though right?” He laughs, “I mean it’s cute, but I always feel like I’m intruding on a private moment when I catch them together.”

Noora smiles, “Try living with them.”

“Can’t even imagine.” When they run out of bottles to rinse and dispose of, Jonas turns and leans his hip against the sink, “Like living in a Valentine’s Day card.”

The horror.

Noora’s nose scrunches on it’s own accord, “Valentine’s day. You know what Valentine’s day is?”

“A capitalistic scheme that seeks to suck million’s dollars in revenue based on the commercialized view of love?”

Noora blinks and adopts the haughtiest tone she could muster, “That and a holiday that restricts itself to those only in relationships and unintentionally alienates those who aren’t into a bottomless hole of despair.”

Jonas makes a pleased sound and Noora can’t help but laugh a bit, dropping the act, “You didn’t have a Valentine either this year, did you?”

“No and I wanted one so bad.” Jonas shakes his head, “Damn. Maybe next year though. Who knows, though. This year was Isak’s turn. Maybe next year will be mine.”

And then they were both just looking at each other quietly for a few moments, but the silence seemed less oppressive then it had just a few minutes before. Nevertheless it had to be broken and Jonas was the one to do it, “What was the song you were humming earlier?”

Noora cocks her head in confusion for several seconds. And then remembers.

“Nothing.” she says a little glumly, “Just a song I used to love strumming on the guitar.”

“Ayeee,” Jonas snaps at her, “Did I know you played the guitar? I do too. I play a pretty suave cover I’m Yours by Jason Mraz.”

“Pretty suave? Okay Michael Buble.”

Jonas rolls his eyes playfully, “The sass. We should join forces sometime and play. I already low-key told Isak that I’d perform for him at his and Even’s hypothetical/ probably not hypothetical wedding. You should join me on the hypothetical stage.”

And that weirdly actually sounded like a blast.

“Yeah,” Noora nodded, but then shook her head, “Actually I don’t- the guitar wasn’t mine. I don’t have one.”

“No worries. I have a couple.”

“Jonas!” They both turned to the hall where Isak’s drunken slurs echoed, “Jonnasss.”

The very guy chuckles, “I’m going to go see what Isak wants. But we really should jam sometime.” He turns to exit, but hesitates at the entrance of the hallway, “And Noora- I’m uh- sorry things with William didn’t work out. But I think you might deserve someone much better.”

Then he’s gone and Noora realizes after a few moments that she didn’t even try to correct him about William.

And that she now had I’m Yours stuck in her head.

Prompt: "What if I say no?”

"So... was a long day" Jonas said as he finished saving up his things in his backpack.

"It was" said Noora as she finished with hers.

"Good thing is Friday though" he said as they started walking towards the exit of the classroom his hands in his pockets and hers holding her schoolbag.

"Ja, any plans with the boys?" She said while they walked through the uni corridor that led them to the courtyard.

"Nei, Magnus is meeting Vilde, Madhi has a family weekend and Isak and Even are so disgustingly in love that they have a date night at home once a month" he said with mirth evident in his voice, which made Noora giggle before speaking.

"Yeah... It does seem like a plague right? Love?" She said making him snort.

"You think?" He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Mmm, what if I say no? Would my position as a liberal, feminist, anticapitalist woman change for you?" She said, not really caring for an answer, which Jonas had no choice but to point out.

"I really don't think you would care if it would" he said with a proud smirk.

"Yeah, I really wouldn't care" she said with another, confident, giggle which made her red lips pop.

"And that's what I love about you" he said as he grabbed her hand and turned her to him, "that you're a stubborn. Liberal. Feminist. Anticapitalist. Woman. One that I'm very proud to call my girlfriend" he said punctuating each word with a kiss to her face, each of which was responded with a giggle.

"Well then my proud boyfriend, would you like to spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled in a date night at kollektivet? We could watch documentaries and cook vegetarian if you'd like" she said in a teasing tone as she hug his waist and closed the distance between them.

"Haha funny. In fact, I would like that, but with a movie and some kebab?" He said traping her arms at her sides with his, as he hug her waist back.

"What is it with you and kebabs?! There is other food you know?" She said opening her eyes and shaking her head like she always does, a movement that's just so her that Jonas melts before answering.

"Nei! Jobab for life babe!" He says making her laugh aloud but answer in an offended huff.

"Ah yeah? Well I'll let you and the love of your life be then" she said as she let go of him and turned around with the intention of leaving him.

"Nei Nei Nei, come back! Please!" He said following her and trapping her again in his arms in a back hug "I'll eat whatever you want" he said very close to her ear, making her smile very pretty.

"Bra, let's go then" she said as they started to move without him letting her go.

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"Jonas! How are you my dear curly son in law?" 

"Eskild..." Noora said in a menacing tone

So... Just found out one of my favorite joora's drabbles HC disappeared, so I'm reblogging everything I can while it's still here!! Enjoy!!

please, show us the joora's scene!

this is part of an ongoing series that is noooot completed so it’s a very, very rough draft, babe! there are references to moments that have not been written yet and some development yet to be shown tbh. and at the moment it’s also probably not canon-compliant. but here you are, at your request!

“don’t you want to come in?” jonas raises both of his eyebrows. “it’s raining.”

“no, i —“ noora purses her lips. “william’s back.”

jonas stiffens visibly. “oh.”

noora doesn’t know where she’s going from here. jonas seems to not know, either.

“so you’re—what?” jonas eyes her. “you’re going to get back together with him?”

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Joora(ish) Drabble-- Prompt: Eva

Eva was going on four minutes late.

Really it shouldn’t be all that much of a surprise because, like, Noora knew how Eva was. Sometimes she got so caught up in the moment that meeting will escape her mind. And honestly she wouldn’t be surprised if Eva ended up being fifteen minutes later, or twenty minutes, or maybe she completely forgot and Noora should call her to maybe reschedule-

And then there was a flash of dark hair and a grin and Noora was torn in between oh thank god and shit fuck why.

“I’m here!” Eva swept into KB with all of the grace of an excited puppy. Noora smiled tightly at her, sipping her already lukewarm coffee and taking deep breaths; deep enough to maybe calm the erratic heartbeats threatening to beat right out of her chest.

“Hi,” Eva said, sitting down and pulling a deep sip of coffee, “Thank god. Today has been weird. While I was walking here, I was stopped by this man who was looking for his dog, but I was like, hmmmmm stranger-danger, you know? But he looked like Magnus if Magnus was like 30 years older and-” Eva paused and took another sip, waving off her story, “Anyway. Hi Noora.”

“Hey,” Noora pulled a strand of hair behind her ears, “Umm- what kind of coffee did you get?”

What kind of coffee did you get? Fucking hell.

Eva’s eyes sharpened, “Oh no. What is it? Is everyone okay? Eskild? Oh god- is William back in town?”

Which, snort. If he was, Noora would be the last to know about it, and the last to care.

“No, no nothing like that. I just-” And fuck this was much harder than she thought it would be. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay…” When Noora couldn’t quite open her mouth to respond, Eva gave her an exasperated look, “Nooooorraaaaaa, hallo? What’s going on?”

And she should just rip it off like a band aid right? That was the easiest way to go about things.

“I like someone.”

Okay maybe baby steps would be better.

Eva lights up, “No way! Who? Do I know him?”

“Ummm.” Noora bit at her lip, and looked down to study her chipping nail polish, “Well…”

“Noora.”

“It’s Jonas.”

Silence. She could barely risk a glance up. But when she did, Eva just blinked at her. Her lips were parted just the tiniest bit and then she smoothed them out with a quick shake of her head, “Jonas? Like my Jonas? I mean, not like my Jonas but like- Jonas, Jonas?”

Noora let out a careful breath, “Yeah. It’s not- I didn’t mean for- We just have a couple of classes together and he’s- he’s really cool and we grabbed lunch the other day and then dinner- and then. Fuck, Eva, I don’t know what to say.”

“You and Jonas?” Eva took another careful sip of her coffee, eyes wide like she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. And Noora’s stomach was so tied up that it actually hurt, because fuck, why was she like this? Always falling for the guys that could bring her best friend’s the most pain?

“Holy shit, you guys would make such hot babies.”

Noora blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Holy shit, Noora! Yes! It took me a second but I am seeing this now. You and Jonas, taking no shit. Discussing capitalism and like- feminism and taking down The Man. Wow- Noora Vasquez, huh?”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Nooa put the brakes on that one real fast, “Noora Nothing. We’ve just been hanging out a bit- wait you’re okay with this?”

Eva snorted, “Jonas and I- we were never going to work out. He’s too smart for me-”

“No, he’s not!”

“Whatever, but you two could literally run Norway. This is like couple goals. I just pictured you guys in like- sitting in a private jet drinking champagne and in expensive designer clothes-”

Noora laid her forehead down on the table and groaned, “Oh my god. I literally love you so much. Eva, really.”

“Pshh,” Eva flicks Noora’s head, “Wait so does Jonas know you like him? I’m going to need the full story on this.”

Noora groaned a bit louder.

Tbh, I feel like Joora would get together in college. I feel like they'll become closer in their time at Nissen but they'll end up at the same university and that's when it kicks off. And everyone else is shocked because they didn't expect it.

This wouldn’t surprise me at all!! I can just imagine them like randomly running into each other one day. Maybe Jonas just laying out on a bench or on a blanket in the sun without a care in the world and suddenly there is a shadow over him and he just peeks his eyes open and Noora grins down at him with a little ‘hey’ to which Jonas responds with a laugh and a ‘hi, fancy seeing you around these parts.’

And then maybe they go grab lunch at a nearby coffee shop and at first, it’s kind of weird because they’ve never been ones to hang out alone. But they do have history, so they find plenty to chat about. And it’s soft and relaxed And then suddenly they are being kindly told by the cafe that it’s closing time and the sun outside has dimmed into soft greys and pinks. Jonas, being a gentleman, offers to walk Noora home (despite her protesting that she is perfectly capable to make it on her own. To which Jonas replies, I know, but we haven’t finished our conversation on consumerism and love.)

And then they still haven’t finished their conversation, so Jonas offers to meet her in the morning and they can grab breakfast.

And it’s just, really slowly and easily that they come together. There is no dramatic screaming fits, or running into the street at 3am, or bailing one out from jail or anything like Noora almost expects love to be now. Sometimes it’s just like a warm blanket creeping up on you. 

please, show us the joora's scene!

this is part of an ongoing series that is noooot completed so it’s a very, very rough draft, babe! there are references to moments that have not been written yet and some development yet to be shown tbh. and at the moment it’s also probably not canon-compliant. but here you are, at your request!

“don’t you want to come in?” jonas raises both of his eyebrows. “it’s raining.”

“no, i —“ noora purses her lips. “william’s back.”

jonas stiffens visibly. “oh.”

noora doesn’t know where she’s going from here. jonas seems to not know, either.

“so you’re—what?” jonas eyes her. “you’re going to get back together with him?”

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