Youuuuuu are the ooooocean's gray waaaaaaves, destined to seeeek life beyooond the shooore, just out of reeeeeach. Yeeeeeet the waterrrrrs ever chaaaaange, flowing like time. The path iiiiiis yours to fiiiiiiiind.
No one knows and–So what if they do, who cares? I care. You don’t get it, I don’t–I don’t wanna be that guy. And my dad, he doesn’t want me to be that guy, and Rose. No one wants me to be that guy. But what if you are?You don’t know me.
Can you imagine Isak's face when he finds out about Evan's mums?Something like when Evan opened his locker in that iconic way.And maybe Evan didn't tell him, bc why it's completly normal and ok(and he's kind of bitch and loves teasing him)and when he brings him to a family dinner two sweet women rushed to hug Isak and give him kiss on cheek for greeting and Isak has that"what's happening"face( same when Evan kissed him after meeting the boy squad and "u r so hot Isak" sentence)&Evan is laughing
ok so, i lied. i made this into a (sort of?) fic. so, here’s 3k words of isak finding out even has two moms. i’m sorry.
Isak is maybe, possibly
freaking out. Just a little bit. Not actual, full on anxiety that makes him
feel like his heart is beating as fast as a hummingbird’s, but. He’s getting
Even had said it so naturally too, just what do you say we drop by tomorrow?, and he had actually looked
kind of nervous, to his credit, but more about Isak’s answer than actually
having him meet his fucking parents.
And of course it’s easy for Even, Isak has never once seen
him uncomfortable in a social situation. Even when they were standing in the
tram, stealing little glances at each other and smiling nervously, Isak too
fucking shy around Even to say anything, Even had managed to smooth his way through it,
awesome conversation, though. So it’s
understandable he’s not nervous about hanging out with three people he loves.
But Isak, he can’t even have lunch with his own
parents without feeling incredibly uncomfortable, let alone his boyfriend’s.
What would he even say? Hello, Mr and
Mrs Næsheim, I sucked your son off in the shower the other day, congrats on the
“on my couch you’re welcome to crash!” (unless im there eating with mon-el or watching a movie with mon-el or drinking with mon-el or cuddling with mon-el or crying with mon-el or making out with mon-el)