Don't Know Who I Love Most: Isak "I Only Know How To Hold A Beer" Valtersen Or Even "are You Looking

Don't know who I love most: isak "I only know how to hold a beer" valtersen or Even "are you looking at my ass?" Bech Næsheim <3

the one where Isak doesn’t know how to hold a champagne glass

I am seriously asking where the f**k are the fics with bearded Isak!?!?! Even must be addicted to that facial hair!!!!

Apparently how people feel after waking up from naps.

How I feel after waking up from naps.

T-T TvT

Please come home.

Part Three of 1 & 2

It’s been over one week since Isak left the apartment that he shared with Even; the place that he called his home. Even has been sending him texts every day.He’s sent him texts telling him how he’s not giving up on them, that this will always be the universe in which they stay together forever. And some texts are angry and hurt. And some are painful. But it’s Even reminding Isak that he’s still there.

It’s also Even texting him that if he wants him to stop with the texts that he will. He tells him that he’ll give him all the time and space that wants. It’s Isak typing for minutes until the words ”don’t stop” appear. So he doesn’t.

The texts go something like this:

Text 01

I think that you’re one of the best people that I know. You’re the bravest and kindest person that I was lucky enough to get to know, and I’m so lucky to have you love me. I’m sorry for hurting you and making you become your parents. But you’re not them. It does hurt me to know that you think that I’m like your dad. When I leave during fights it’s not because I’m giving up on you or us; it’s because I can’t stay and let myself say things that I’ll regret. And it hurts that you see me as your dad because I know how you feel about him.

Text 02

Maybe you’re right to think that I’m like your dad. You know both of us the best and I’m a coward. I leave when things get hard and I don’t say everything that I feel or think because I don’t think that it will solve anything. I hurt you. I leave you. I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry. You did the right thing when you left. I’d leave myself too if I could.

Text 03

I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I failed you. I’m sorry that I failed us.

Text 04.

Please come home.

Text 05.

I love you.

I’m not giving up on us.

Text 06.

I believe that it’s you and me in this universe. It’s you and me, always. I’m still fighting for it.

Text 07.

I saw you with Jonas and the boys today. You were probably on your way to the skatepark. I wanted to say hi but you were laughing and you looked happy, and I didn’t want to ruin that. I miss you.

Text 08.

I’m in bed trying to sleep but I can’t. The shirt that I’m wearing smells like you because it’s yours. I decided to do the laundry today and saw your shirt and - and it smelled like you and it made me feel safe. But now it just makes me miss you even more.

Text 09.

Are we over?

And then the texts stops and it’s now:

It’s 10 minutes left of his shift at KB and he absolutely hates it. He hates the thought of coming home to an empty apartment and having to cook for one, and not having to rant about Isak’s books and papers being all over the place.

It’s 10 minutes left of his shift and the voice of the next customer is a familiar one. It’s a voice that brings shivers down his spine. It’s a voice that makes his heart beat faster. It’s a voice that he hasn’t heard in 10 days.

The voice says: ”Two latte’s and a chocolate cake please.”

It makes Even look around to see if there’s someone else there with him for the second latte, but he can’t see anyone else.

So he puts up his work voice and looks at the man of his life. ”Are you sitting here or to go?”

Here’s the thing though; they aren’t strangers. It’s easy to take this whole situation and make them be strangers. It’s easy to have them have uncomfortable silence and awkward conversations, but they aren’t strangers. They’ll never be strangers. They’ll always know each other.

Here’s the thing though; they aren’t strangers. So when Even asks him that, the answer he gets is:

”I’m sitting here. And you know what? Make it one chocolate cake and one cheesecake, the person that I’m meeting in about 10 minutes has this weird love for cheesecake.”

There’s a smile on both of their faces and there’s a feeling of hope and love, and happiness. And Even doesn’t want to ruin this so he plays along. He says how the person that Isak is meeting has good taste, and he takes the payment and watches as Isak moves to wait for his order.

He has time to take two more orders before;

Before it’s now: It’s now and his shift has ended. He looks up and sees Isak looking at him from one of the tables, and he’s looking at him with a smile on his face and his eyes - Even doesn’t dare to hope it, but Isak is looking at him with love.

He’s removing his apron and talking his stuff when his phone goes off and there’s a text.

There’s a text, and it goes something like this:

Sit with me? I have coffee and cake.

Lets not run away anymore. Lets talk.

And so they talk. And it’s not perfect. It’s back and forth. And it’s right and wrongs. It’s fears being told and it’s things being resolved. It’s remembering what they were fighting about and what they are fighting for. It’s comprising and it’s more than love; it’s respect and trust.

And then it goes like this: …

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”Lets go home.”

Why isn't Tumblr exploding with Henrik Holm's singing?!

right?? can’t live until tomorrow D’X

Im sorry, was I supposed to just…continue living???? After that last part of The Snowball Effect?????