#holy shit im literally writing a fic where she's the wedding manager as we speak fghfdg
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perfect - ch. 8 and final chapter of wybmbm
Note: holy shit the last chapter aaaH!! thanks to everyone who’s read this and enjoyed it - its been fun to write and im sure to write more chapter fics in the future <33
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"Are you nervous?" Jonas whispers as he feels Isak's shaky breath rattle his body, his fingers working quickly to fix his tie.
"No," Isak takes a big gulp of air. "Yes, fuck, I'm nervous. I never thought I'd be doing this."
Jonas chuckles, letting his hands drop to his sides and he steps back as Isak takes in another deep breath - his hands are shaking, and Jonas notices, "Just think, you're marrying the man of your dreams."
"I'm not exactly sure if he's the man of my dreams-"
"Isak Valtersen, you're literally thirty-three years old and have been chasing after him since high school and so has he. I'm sure he's the man of your dreams."
Isak laughs weakly, shaking his hands frantically to try and get rid of his nerves, but of course it doesn't work. He feels Magnus pat his shoulder and he smiles at the boys in front of him, all standing there, looking proud of their best friend.
"Are you happy?" Jonas asks.
"Yes," Isak answers quietly.
"With him?"
"Of course."
"Then get your ass over there, walk down that aisle, and marry the man of your dreams," Jonas grins.
"Always so pushy," Isak rolls his eyes jokingly.
"Well, I should be, since you are getting married."
"Guys, we should head out. If we're gonna be Even's best men, we need to get out there. Isak has to be at the altar in ten," Magnus explains and Mahdi nods, following them out the door and Isak is left alone in the dressing room.
5 minutes pass before his mother walks in, pride beaming from her face, "Halla!"
Isak manages a smile, "Hi, mamma."
"Are you almost ready?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"You think? Or are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Isak responds.
"Good. Now, come on, we got only a few minutes, pappa is in the very front row, and just remember. You can turn back at any time if you're not sure," she says, a stern look in her eyes.
Isak huffs, "I'm sure about this, mamma."
"I'm just glad I'm still around to see my boy marry - took you long enough."
They both laugh a little as they walk towards the entrance, the wooden floor below them and Isak swears he's standing on a cliff, anxiety taking over. He looks over at his mom for reassurance and he gets a nod in response, and he slowly interlocks his elbow with hers just as the soft music begins, and his heart is racing with every step, and he hopes to God he doesn't trip. Not now.
He sees Jonas and the boys standing next to Even, smiling. He swoops his eyes through the crowd and spots Anette who is smiling so widely at him and he nods his head slightly in her direction as a quiet thank you, and then he quickly averts his eyes to Even. His heart swells with so much love and pride, and he almost quickens his pace, but he manages to stay steady. It seems like millions of years have gone by and soon he's holding Even's hand in his own, his mom taking her seat next to pappa, and he just wants to grasp her hand and make her stay, but it's too late.
He lets out a breath, smiling at Even, and Even grins back, his eyes sparkling and Isak just wants to stare into his eyes the whole time - and really, that's all he does. He almost drowns out the sound of the pastor but he quickly jumps to attention when he hears the word vows. He clears his throat, and Even waits patiently for Isak to start.
"Even, I don't know where I would be without you. Definitely not here, that's for sure. I probably wouldn't be in any happy place, either, but you've saved me. I was so broken and somehow, some way, you managed to put me back together so quickly unlike anyone else, so thank you."
"I know we've had such a rough past, but we're so mended together now. Not just as separate puzzles but as one of those painful puzzles that have so many pieces that are hard as hell to put together, but too beautiful to take apart again, and that perfectly sums up us," Isak takes a quick breath, his eyes burning with tears that he knows are bound to be shown.
"Just know how much I appreciate you. I could not be who I am right now without you. I love you," he finishes, slipping the silver band on Even's finger.
A tear slips and he quickly reaches up to wipe it away with his hand, letting out a weak laugh and so does Even, and Isak can see too that Even is on the verge of tears, but he starts on his own vows.
"Isak, the first time I saw you on the first day of school, I knew I couldn't ever forget about you. The grumpy teenager that still had so much love inside him. The Kosegruppa meeting meant so much to me, even though we barely knew each other even then, but now I feel as though I know every thing about you, even everything you think needs to be kept away in all those cracks of yours," Even smiles.
"One day, I swear to make a movie about you, and show you how much you mean to me, and how much I love and care about you. I hope you know you've changed me as a person, and that I can never love someone as much as I love you, right now. There are probably an infinite collection of Isak's and Even's doing this right now, but it's just that we're outside or something," Isak and Even laugh together, and Isak shakes his head, continuing to absorb every word.
"It has been my privilege to be able to put you back together again, and it is my greatest joy to be spending every minute with you for the rest of my life. I love you, so very much," and just like Isak, he finishes too, placing the silver band right on Isak's ring finger and Isak's heart jumps a bit. This is real.
Isak reaches up gingerly to wipe away Even's tears, and then he wipes away his own just as the pastor begins to speak again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am so very proud to announce the newly wed couple of Isak Valtersen and Even Bech Naeshiem. You may now kiss your groom," the pastor beams as Even pulls Isak close by his waist and quickly leans down, sealing their lips, despite the salty taste from their tears, and in this moment the puzzle is finally completed.
They hear everyone around them cheering, and when they finally pull away, they're grinning at each other as they take each others hand and start down the aisle, hugging their family and friends.
As they leave, everyone else files behind them and into the venue for the after-party. The music is already blasting, and when they enter the room, Isak is engulfed in compliments from the boys.
"Isak, we're so fucking proud of you man," Magnus exclaims, throwing his arm around Isak's shoulders.
"We're happy for you, Isak. Really," Mahdi grins, already gulping away at his champagne.
"Thank you, guys. For being there for me when I needed it and for being here with me now, it means a lot."
"That's what we're here for, man," Jonas smiles.
Even makes his way over to the boys and pulls Isak to the side, winking as the boys give them dirty but joking looks, and Even has to lean in close to Isak can hear him due to the loud music, "Eva and them want to talk to you. They're over there by the cake."
Isak nods, smiling, brushing his hand over Even's waist before heading towards the girls. As soon as they spot him, they all scream in excitement.
"Isak! We're so happy for you!" Eva says, wrapping Isak in a tight hug.
"Thank you, Eva."
"We knew you would meet each other in the middle sooner or later," Sana laughs and Noora smiles, taking a small sip of her wine.
"I'm pretty sure we all knew since high school," Vilde grins. "We're all happy for you, you deserve to be happy. And thanks to my Kosegruppa meeting, you two got closer!"
Isak laughs, nodding, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I think thanks are in order. Thank you, Vilde."
Vilde nods, taking a drink of her wine straight from the bottle, "I knew those meetings weren't for nothing."
-
They talk for a while before Magnus announces over the mic that it's time for the cake to be cut and Isak feels the butterflies erupt in his stomach because once again he's realizing this is real. His hand finds Even's as they head towards the beautiful cake, and they both take the knife in their hands and gingerly make an incision in the side, cutting out the perfect piece. Per tradition, they take turns feeding each other and Isak can't help but giggle at how cliche it is.
In the middle of eating their cake, a slow song comes on. Isak ignores it, but Even is there pulling at his hands, "Come on! The newly weds are supposed to have their first slow dance," Even grins.
Isak groans but follows Even out into the middle of the dance floor anyway, the feeling of Even's hands placed on his waist enough to make him feel comfortable, and arms placed behind Even's head. They dance carefully, their hearts syncing to the slow music. Isak lets out a content sigh, lying his head on Even's shoulder and he knows Even is smiling.
"How much longer until we can go home?" Isak mumbles quietly.
"Maybe an hour or so, depends when people get too drunk," Even chuckles.
Isak smiles to himself, looking up at Even with eyes filled with love and adoration, "I want to go now."
"Now? Really? We've only been here for about two hours," Even pouts.
Isak sighs softly, shrugging, "I just want to go back to our home, we can tell people I'm not feeling well or something."
Even sighs but eventually gives in to the younger boys request. He heads off to tell Magnus and them and to make sure to spread the word as Isak stands near the door. Within five minutes, Even is by his side again, taking his hand and leading him out the door to his car. He holds the door open for Isak and he gets in quickly, anxiously wanting to get home.
Even enters the car and starts the ignition, but hesitates before pulling out of the parking lot, "Why do you want to go home?"
"I want to be with you, and just you," Isak admits, shrugging, and he can't help but blush.
"Good enough for me," and with that, Even heads off towards home.
They arrive in about ten minutes and they quickly make their way into their flat and shuffle out of their shoes and they change into something more comfortable - sweats, hoodies, etc.
Isak quickly makes his way towards Even who is standing on the other side of the room and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him close and into a deep kiss, and eventually his hands wander up to Even's hair. He can feel Even laugh into the kiss and that makes him pull away, raising an eyebrow.
"What's so funny?"
"I know why you wanted to leave - you're still a lightweight. You could barely handle three beers. You're tired," Even grins.
"Am not!" Isak says defensively, crossing his arms.
"It's late, lets just sleep okay?"
Isak sighs, but he does really know he's tired, so he obliges, slipping off his shirt and Even does the same and they crawl into bed together and their legs entangle automatically, Even's arm draped across Isak's waist, and that's how they sleep that night - just peacefully, because they really deserve it.
-
When Isak wakes up in the morning, he smiles to himself, looking down at his hand and finding the glistening ring. He looks over at the clock and finds that it's almost eleven in the morning, so he makes his way out of bed, not even bothering to put on a shirt and when he makes his way into the kitchen, he sees Even was thinking the same thing.
He watches as Even pulls out the eggs from the fridge, placing them on the counter along with a pan, setting it on the stove. Isak shuffles across the room, wrapping his arms slowly around Even's waist and he can feel him shiver. Isak grins just as Even turns around in his arms, raising a mischievous eyebrow.
"Well, good morning, sunshine," Even says and Isak places a small kiss on his lips.
"Good morning," Isak glances over at the food on the counter. "What are you making? Breakfast?"
Even nods, slipping away from Isak's grip and goes back to stand by the counter, arranging the ingredients. Isak goes over to the empty counter and jumps up onto it, the cold marble underneath his hands. He watches Even intently, a warm feeling spreading through his stomach.
Even lets out a huff - a huff of anxiousness and wanting - and all of a sudden Isak finds Even between his legs, his hands placed on his thighs, and Even has his face cradled between his hands and he's kissing him roughly.
Even pulls away for a moment, and Isak's eyes are wide with bewilderment but pleasure, his hair a way worse mess than what it was when he woke up, and Even mumbles in his husky voice before reconnecting their lips again hastily, "Breakfast can wait."
Isak grins, running his hands through Even's hair as they kiss, and soon he finds himself being picked up from the cold counter and being carried into their bedroom by Even, and Isak can't help himself but let out a small noise that gets lost in Even's mouth. Isak would have never guessed that putting together a puzzle could get so intense.
-
Afterwards, they just lay there in their bed, Even stroking Isak's eyebrow as Isak just gazes at him, lying on his stomach, Even on his side.
"How was that for you?" Even asks quietly, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Fucking great," Isak laughs. "For it being my first time, amazing."
Even grins, "Your first time? With a guy?"
Isak nods, "Yeah."
Even hums a bit, his eyelashes brushing against his skin and Isak takes in how beautiful Even looks to him. He reaches up a hand, brushing his fingers over Even's lip and Even smiles underneath the fingers, raising an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying this moment," Isak answers honestly.
Even grins, "I love you."
"I love you, too," Isak answers as he leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on Even's lips.
"We've been through hell and back just to be together, but honestly I would do it all over again just to have you back," Even tells Isak, smiling softly.
"I would do anything for you," Isak responds, his eyes drooping a little from exhaustion.
"I appreciate that. Now sleep, baby," Even orders, smiling, as Isak's eyes drift shut. How perfect everything is fitting together for them.
How perfect.
#my work#my writing#skam#skam fic#isak x even#isak valtersen#even bech næsheim#skam au#evak au#i wrote this at like 1 in the morning#whoops#hope u all liked this story <33#it was fun to write#cheers#skam boy squad#skam girl squad
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