You should write something about Even graduating! :)
hello! sorry this took so long! i combined it with another prompt too “
even getting an email that he got into film school” and i hope i did it okay! casual reminder that i know nothing about how school/uni works in norway, so i kinda had to improvise :P enjoy!
“I’m fucking free,” Even heaves a sigh of relief as he flops face down onto his and Isak’s bed. Isak flops on top of him, making him groan at the weight. “Get off me.”
“No,,” Isak replies quickly. “I like it here.”
“Get off me,” Even repeats, whining slightly now, “I just graduated.”
“Is that what you want as a reward for graduating?”
“We already established that this morning.”
Isak hums, burying his face into Even’s neck and pressing kisses there.
“But what I want right now is for you to get off me, you big lump.”
Isak pulls his head back and lets out an offended huff. “You love me being on top of you,” he teases.
“No, I don’t,” Even tries to argue, but Isak can hear his smile. Even tries to shuffle underneath him, trying to force him to roll off, unsuccessfully.
“Maybe you should work out more,” Isak teases.
Even takes a deep breath and gives one last push, rolling Isak off him to the side where he lands with an “oof.”
“I win,” he declares with a cheeky smile, rolling onto his side to look at Isak, who sticks his tongue out at Even.
Even’s about to lean in for a kiss when his phone goes off with an email notification. He would ignore it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s been riled up for days about receiving emails from universities that he’s applied to, so he rolls away, ignoring Isak’s pout, and checks his phone.
It takes him all of ten seconds to read the email, at least the part that matters, but then another twenty seconds to actually react.
“Holy shit, Isak!”
“What?” Isak says slightly concerned.
“Holy fucking shit,” Even says again, holding his phone out to show Isak. When Isak takes it, Even rolls onto his back, putting his hand up to his hair to run it through, mouth dropped open in disbelief.
Isak gasps from next to him. “You got in.”
“I got in,” confirms Even, still looking at the ceiling, because he’s not sure what else to look at. He’s not sure what to do with himself, right now.
“And,” Isak continues a few seconds later, “this was your first choice, right? Oslo?”
“Fuck,” breathes Isak. “That’s awesome.”
Even nods again. Isak rolls onto his side next to him, and reaches out a hand to Even, placing it on the side of his neck and stroking with his thumb, while smiling softly. After a few seconds Even shifts onto his side to face Isak, and sees a look of incredible pride in his boyfriend’s eyes. Isak reflects this with his words.
“I’m so proud of you, Even,” he whispers, because there’s no-one that needs to hear it but the two of them. “So proud.”
Eve lets himself grin widely at Isak, before moving forward to kiss him, still smiling.
Isak pulls back a few minutes later and looks up to see Even smirking at him.
“What?” he says, narrowing his eyes.
“I just decided,” Even says, nonchalantly. “I definitely want graduation sex for this.”
Isak simply rolls his eyes and tugs him back in for another kiss.