if you're still taking prompts can you do a sick!Isak drabble/one shot, not sure why but I HC him as being the kind of person who ignores the fact that he's ill until he's actually really really ill, queue collapsing in front of people (because he's too much of a stubborn arse to tell people that he's not feeling well "its just a cold" and also maybe he feels like he has to be the strong one and he's not "allowed" to be ill because he never really had someone to take care of him in the past
Prompt: isaks really sick but refuses to admit it to anyone or let anyone take care of him 🙈❤️
you know… I’ve been thinking about this and thinking about this long before I was ever prompted about it. I mean- what kind of sick is Isak?? Is he cuddly, is he whiny, is he one who refuses to admit that he’s sick?
YES YES AND YES. ENJOY.
“I’m not sick.” Isak groans, the little half- sniffle and half- cough completely contradicting his statement.
Even arches an eyebrow over his shoulder, folding down Isak’s bed spread and readying it for one very reluctant inhabitant, “Oh no, you’re the perfect bill of health.”
“Baby,” Even says patiently, looking upwards in hopes to gather what strength he could from the gods to deal with a petulant boyfriend, “you’ve sneezed seven times in the last five minutes. You’ve used almost a full box of tissues in the last hour. You are sick. Come lay down.”
“Baby,” Isak says, ignoring the narrowing of Even’s eyes as he mocks his usual pet name, “I have a party tonight that I am not missing because of allergies.”
Even sighs, trying to stomp down the irritation building, “Allergies my ass. You’re sick and you look like you’re going to collapse in front of me.”
Isak turns around and walk out the door with a curse and another sneeze.
Even groans and flops down on Isak’s bed, pointedly not staring at the mountain of tissues that bounces as he lands. This fucking boy was going to kill him-
Even hears a gross-sounding cough from the kitchen
-if he didn’t kill himself first.
“He’s sick.” Even murmurs to Jonas as they both stand off to the side watching Isak’s attempts to dance and drink and laugh with a couple of second years from his biology class.
Attempts being the main word. Because with the way Isak’s eyes are going heavy lidded and the sway to his feet, he seems to be having a rough time focusing on staying awake, let alone charming his classmates.
“No shit,” Jonas responds, taking a gulp of beer and shaking his head, “I thought I needed a hazmat suit when he walked in the door. You let him come?”
Even sighs, “I don’t let him do anything. It’s one of our rules. We don’t control each other. We can pointedly suggest and try to persuade, but- right now, trying to persuade Isak is like trying to persuade a brick wall. One who can’t take four breaths without collapsing a lung.”
See the thing is, Isak and Even do have a rule- one made after a particularly rough night in which they did more yelling at each other than they did kissing, or even speaking. Because the thing is, Even is really fucking finicky about taking orders. He chafes and he resents when other people feel like they can tell him to do something and he’d do it.
Maybe it’s because he’s lived nearly his entire life with people expecting him to follow a strict regimen so he doesn’t have an episode, maybe its because he was born with a natural issue with authority, maybe it doesn’t fucking matter because Even does not like to be told what to do.
And as it turns out, neither does Isak.
Unless they are in bed, which is a completely different conversation.
Bottom line is, they don’t tell each other what to do and as much as Even would have loved to take him aside and force Isak to go home, or have forced him to stay home in the first place- they don’t do that.
Though this seems to be biting Even in the ass though as his boyfriend looks increasingly like death warmed over.
Speaking of which, Isak seems to freeze in the middle of some story he was telling, face suddenly paling under the strobe lights. Even can’t help but straighten when Isak runs a hand through his sweaty hair and wobbles dangerously. He seems to cast his eyes around the room in a daze, not quite catching on any one figure.
Even shoves his unfinished beer into Jonas’s hands and strides across the room, having to jump the last few steps as Isak takes a wrong step and near collapses.
Even snakes an arm around his waist and catches him before any damage could be done, “Hey, baby, how you doing?”
Isak groans, head lulling to the side and eyes blinking in and out of focus, “Maybe I’m a little sick.”
Even bites back a smile, even as worry churns through his gut. He waves off a couple of third year boys who eye Isak warily. “Yeah, maybe a little.”
“I don’t want tea,” Isak sighs petulantly, throwing an errant arm over his eyes as he snuggles back into his pillows.
Even agrees easily, unbuttoning Isak’s jeans and sliding them down his thighs, “Then no tea. Is there anything you do want?”
Isak is quiet a moment, then mumbles something incoherently into the junction of his arm.
“What was that?”
His arm slides free of his face and Isak meets Even’s eyes, “I don’t want to be sick. I don’t want to be this weak, little brat who loses it after getting a cold. I don’t need this, you don’t need this-”
“I don’t need what? To take care of my sick boyfriend who takes care of me?”
“Yes. I mean, no. I mean,” Isak groans, “Fuck I don’t know what I mean. I don’t feel good and you’re making me think.”
“Being sick doesn’t make you weak, baby,” Even slips off his shoes and jacket before crawling in on his side of the bed.
“I know,” Isak starts, “But like, I never get sick. I’ve never had time to get sick between my mom and school and- I just don’t have time to be sick. What if something happened and I’m like, passed out with snot coming out of my nose and you need me?”
Even snorted and pressed his face close to Isak, pecking his red raw nose. “You’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met.”
Isak swats at him, “I don’t like you.”
“Well that’s too bad because I love you. Even when you’re being ridiculous. You can still take care of me when you’re sick- not that you fucking need to take care of me at all.”
Isak harrumphs, but let’s it go. He lets out a wet sounding sniffle and smiles slightly when Even hands him a tissue.
“Don’t look at me when I’m blowing my nose.”
“What? Why? I’ve never found you so sexy.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re weird.” Isak sniffles again and coughs, flinching at the feeling of his raw throat. He looks down at Even under his lashes, “Can I have some tea now?”
Even laughs, ducking his head into the hollow of Isak’s throat before pushing himself up, “Yeah, I’ll get you some tea. Anything else?”
Isak shrugs, “Maybe a cookie? I think Eskild has some on his shelf… and Noora always has really good chicken soup on hers. Maybe some of that for later?”
Even stares down at the pitiful creature in Isak’s bed, feeling an overwhelming sense of fondness and love. “Anything else?”
Isak smiles shyly, but the movement triggers a coughing sick and Isak groans, taking Even’s pillow and putting it over his face in an attempt to smother himself. When that doesn’t work, he lets the pillow go, “Maybe just come back to bed and lay down with me?”
Even can do that too.