Enough. (an evak ficlet)

Outside, the rain has started to get heavier. It beats down on the windowsill, collecting in little puddles before dripping down onto the pavement a few floors below. Isak sits, watching the rain, as he idly scrolls through his phone.

Even’s faint snores can be heard from the bedroom, where Isak had prised himself from his boyfriend only ten minutes before, leaving him sleepy and soft in their bed. He didn’t want to get up. But he had to get up, because nature was a bitch and made him need a piss. Fuck nature for making him leave his beautiful boy in their bed.

So there he was, sitting on the windowsill, checking Instagram. Eva had posted a picture with Vilde. It was cute. Julian Dahl had commented on his recent picture with Even. Isak quickly typed a reply before hopping down from the windowsill and flopping down onto the sofa.

He buried his face on the cushions. It smelt of Even. Not that Isak would admit that. Like, ever.

Isak unlocked his phone again and looked through his pictures. His storage was almost full (again) and he needed to delete some pictures and videos.

The problem was, he was maybe slightly addicted to taking pictures of Even, videos of Even. Pictures of them and Eskild at pride, pictures of Even trying to teach Sana how to cook. (She turned out to be really good.)

Pictures of him eating and sleeping and washing up. A few of him petting dogs. Some of them out on dates. He couldn’t delete those. Hell to the fuck no. He settled on deleting some old biology notes because he had memorised them, being the legend and biology genius he is.

There was a stirring from the bedroom.

“Baby…”, Even called, as he walked through the doorway and slumped onto the sofa next to Isak. Well, on top of Isak pretty much, the Ikea sofa was pretty small, but that’s besides the point.

“Hey. I didn’t want to wake you up so I didn’t go back to bed. You had a really late night last night.”, Isak said as he tucked his chin into the crook of Even’s neck.

“Baby so did you? We both had a late night if I remember correctly.” Even wiggles his eyebrows suggestively so Isak kisses him on the forehead.

Even looks tired. And a bit down. Isak had grown accustomed to noticing the signs. He mentally notes to make sure they get Even’s favourite takeaway later.

Anything to soften the edges of a mean brain that won’t leave Even alone.

Isak kisses him on the forehead again.
Then on the nose.

Even’s hands grip tighter onto Isak’s hoodie.

Isak’s hands stroke Even’s hair fondly, caressing, gentle.
He lets out a sigh as they snuggle up next to each other in between the cushions.

“Baby?”, Even says, raspy morning voice and all, “Did you know I fucking love you?”
Isak’s heard this a million times from this boy.

It never gets old.

His chest still ignites, fireworks dancing in his lungs as the world tips for a moment, and all that is there is Even. Even and his warmth and kindness and radiance.

His smile is wide and Isak swears that he would do anything to bring this boy the happiness he deserves.

“Light of my life.”, Isak replies, as Even presses soft kisses to his cupid’s bow.
“I love you. Things will be okay.”

Even maybe doesn’t know what to say. Maybe things are hard right now. But what he does know is that his boy will stick by him.

Sometimes words are hard. Sometimes they are not enough.

Even tightens his grip on Isak as presses their foreheads together. He hopes that it’s enough.

It is. Isak understands.

And Isak is so incredibly happy. With a boy he loves in an apartment he loves with friends he loves and he’s not fake anymore.

Everything he does is free and real. Him and Even can be who they are and love each other and do soppy shit and all they get are fond grumblings from whoever is lucky enough to be third wheeling that day.

As Even curls into Isak, things don’t magically get better. But it helps to know that they are not alone.

Never alone. Not again.

The grip on Isak’s sweater doesn’t loosen. They stay like that for a while. Curled together, sharing soft kisses, hands entwined.

And it’s enough. Always enough.


So Jane, Kenny

do you two, uh…

happen to possess

some magical regenerative fuckery

that we’re not aware of?