17 for the prompt thing?
anonymous asked:ooooh 17 for the prompts! š¤ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
anonymous asked:Could you pls do 17 but like Jonas leaves something in a room that Isak and even are kissing in or smth and Jonas has to awkwardly go back in and retrieve his thing Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
phewph u guys rlly wanted this one. also its so bad im sorry. im pretending it never happened but i just want it doNE so.
Jonas can always tell when they want him gone. They arenāt fucking subtle about letting him know that theyāre literally about to fuck with him in the room if he doesnāt leave right now.
Isakās hand is inching further and further up Evens thigh, his face pressed into Evens neck, while at least Even tries to continue the civil conversation that they had been having, although Isak seems to be making it kind of difficult.
Itās when Isak whispers something in Evens ear, that thankfully Jonas canāt hear but he can tell from the way Evenās jaw drops slightly that itās his cue to leave.
āWell guys, itās been real,ā he sighs, standing. āIāll show myself out, and by the way, Iām never getting high with you again, Isak.ā
Even chuckles. āIāll talk some sense into him,ā he says, as Isak nuzzles closer into Even. āSee you soon.ā
Jonas leaves with a salute, gets to the door which heās almost closed behind him completely, and then remembers his wallet. God fucking damn it.
Itās actually kind of tempting to just leave it. God knows what heāll see if he goes back - but he needs his wallet, so he takes a deep breath and pushes the door back open, and calls out just to be sure.
āHey, guys, I left my wallet.ā he leaves the Iām coming back in, please donāt burn my eyes implied.
He ventures slowly into the room, wincing slightly as his mind goes over the possibilities of what might be waiting for him.
Isak has climbed into Evenās lap already, knees either side of him, while he leans down to kiss at his neck, and Evenās eyes are shut. He seems to be holding onto Isakās hands with his own and he must be gripping pretty tight because Isak seems to be trying pretty hard to pull his hands away, no doubt to put them somewhere else instead. Jonas is glad he didnāt wait any longer to come back.
He grabs his wallet and is almost back out of the room without saying a word becuase he wants nothing less than to draw attention to himself.
āIgnore me, I didnāt see anything,ā he mutters as he leaves, and Even laughs from behind him.
āSorry, Jonas,ā he says.
āNo youāre not.ā












