Can you pleaseeeeee write a fic about Isaks endless love for Jonas (because honestly, Jonas and Even are the two most important people in Isaks life)
HEI HEI here it finally is <3
Ok, so, long before Isak and Even became this constant andbelong to each other thing, where it almost sounds like one name rather thantwo, IsakandEven, there were Isak and Jonas. The bested of bros. It allstarted pretty early on. Isak didn’t have aload of friends at the proud age of three. In all honesty, he didn’t reallyhave any. This wasn’t really a conscious problem in his small mind at the time,he didn’t know he missed someone to laugh with, to play with, to confide in.So, when his mothergave him a gentle shove into the room full of other loud kids on the first dayof kindergarden, Isak’s eyes roamed the room and got caught by the circle thathad formed around one boy. The boy had wild black locks, was talking animatedlyand had the full attention of a group of other tiny people.Isak wanted to jointhe circle of awed faced kids, but was also intimidated by the lively rant. Hewalked up to them a few times, just to turn and grab a toy that laid near him.(He ended up with a two construction cars, a Barbie and a little yellow bookabout the ocean.)Then the best thinghappened. Since both of their last names started with the letter V, they gotseated next to each other! Isak and the intriguing boy. The boy has a huge easysmile on his face. Isak thought warm,then the boy started to speak.“Hi! Im Jonas.” Andwell, it’s a good thing Isak’s one of those kids who defelct their shyness andnerves by talking a lot. A lot. And he was pretty sure even back then that hewas really clever so he tells Jonas one story after the other, and Jonaslistens! And laughs! And Isak’s stories become more and more dramatic, butJonas happily let him talk his ear off.
(When Isak told thisto Even - who had asked how the two of them met while passing a joint back andforth on their small balcony, wrapped in their duvet - Even pouted at him. “Ibet you were the cutest with your little cheeks and your curls.”A smug smile spreadover Isak’s face. “Actually, I didn’t have curls in kindergarten, I had longhair.”“You had long hair?!”Isak nodded and then laughed at the way Even gaped at him. “How long?”Isak held a hand tothe side of his chest. “Oh my god!”After that Even textedJonas if he had any pictures from that time because Isak made a pffft sound and said “Where would I havepictures of that, Even?” and well, Jonas delivered. It showed Isak, longbrightly blond hair, his cupids bow in a know-it-all smirk (the little shit)and Jonas beside him, an arm around Isak’s shoulder, half a head taller thanIsak and his black curls looked like they actievely tried to escape his head.“This is so fuckingadorable!” It naturally ended up on their wall.)
And ever since then itwas always the two of them. Yes there were times when Jonas liked to hang outwith Elias – fucking Elias – who made Isak feel small and shameful and ugly,and there were times when Isak tried to suppress the flutter in his stomachwhen their hands touched when Jonas handed him the playstation controller, butthose were so short chapters in their epic friendship, that Isak doesn’t reallythink about that when he thinks about their friendship. And he does, all thetime when he’s had a fight with Even (rare and almost always short whiled, butthey happen) and those calm eyes search his face, asking gently “What’s goingon?”Jonas cares. Alwayshas and Isak’s pretty sure always will. When they are old and wrinkly and Jonas’majestic eyebrows are grey, he will still be there, a reassuring constant inIsak’s life. The only constant he knew until Even came into his life.
Jonas is more than hisbest friend. He was his family when he could not think of his actual familywithout feeling a knot in his throat. Isak loved him a lot, which he told himevery time they got high nowadays. Over the days where he concentrated on whathe’d say and always closing himself off when intoxicated. Now, when he lethimself just babble out whatever came into his mind, he found out that hepretty much turns sappy when drunk or high.“I love you. A lot.” Thewords were slurred as Isak slumped further down on the couch, against Jonas’shoulder. Jonas let his head fall against Isak’s, a bit harder than intended,which makes them both groan in discomfort, but their bodies feeling way tootired and sluggish to move. “I love you, too, man.” (And then he maybe dozed offbecause when he was woken up by Even his face was smushed between couch andJonas’ shoulder, who was sleeping with his head slumped forward too.)
When Isak saw Eva andJonas kiss at Sana’s eid party he happily shoved Even and gestured toward them,beaming. And every time Jonas rolled his eyes or teased Eva or they laughed andIsak saw him happy he couldn’t help but smile.Jonas deserved this. Tobe happy. To have his own one name person now too. Because it was still IsakandJonas,but it also was IsakandEven and JonasandEva.
And the couple datesthose four went on were always so relaxing and hilarious and pure fun. Isaksank into Even’s side, happily watching his friends across the table being in loveand he felt a hand sneak into his hair. “You look happy.” Even whispered thewords against his temple before he placed a quick kiss there.Isak turned his headto him, eyes soft and content. “I am. I’m happy he’s happy.”“Stop being grossly inlove.” Eva laughed and there was a piece of bread thrown and then Isak got allgrin/frown and dramatic asking “Oh, we’re the ones grossly in love??? Really,Eva??”
He was happy. And heknew that no matter what happens, Jonas will be there. Being calm and funny andholding speeches over important but very boring issues, talking about capitalismand ranting about the government with wild gestures and even wilder hair. Andthat was just about perfect.
