#bechnaesun

let’s play a game, it goes like this; it’s called isak and even: minute by minute. it’s about how the only thing we need to worry about is the next minute. 

this week, we’re reccing outsider POVs. Today’s fic is a oneshot about Ingrid and Sara’s relationship, and Ingrid’s perspective on Isak and Even. If you like it, please consider leaving it some love in the form of kudos/comments!

you carry my fears as the heavens set fire - cosetties / @bechnaesun (3.5k words)

In spite of all the years she's known him, Ingrid doesn't know much about Isak Valtersen. But she first hears about Isak having a thing with a third-year boy five minutes after she hooks up with Sara (again), and the irony may just kill her.

Notes and ramblings:

This fic is a fascinating combination of seeing Even and Isak’s relationship immediately post s3 from an outsider’s POV and Ingrid’s own character arc as a relationship develops with Sara

I love how much depth this gives both Ingrid and Sara’s characters; reading them as queer gives their stories and relationship with their sexualities a compelling dimension

The writing style is understated, but powerful, just some really beautiful writing and imagery in here

As for Sara and Ingrid’s relationship itself, it develops so naturally and comfortably, like they just sort of fall into it and i think that’s really lovely

This fic is definitely something different, but in a really good way!

Favorite lines:

After they’ve tired themselves out, and Sara’s pulled a carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream from Ingrid’s fridge to make homemade ice cream sandwiches, Sara tells her, “The reason I like sequels so much is because I already know the characters so well that I’m invested, no matter how bad the story is. It's like your old friends are going on a new adventure.” Sara pokes her in the side. Her finger is still sticky from the ice cream. “Kind of like this.”

“Are we starting something?”

With love, from anonymous by @bechnaesun and @westiris

 All these character appreciation weeks and skam month etc are a lot of fun and a great opportunity for gifmakers and fanartists to get creative but writers can't really get involved, y’know? So I was thinking I could set up a week and dedicate each day to a different trope/au and hopefully it'd be something fun for us all to enjoy that could maybe even inspire people to turn their little oneshots into full blown fics or ideas once the week is over!!!   

What do you say? Pen pals for life? 

- with love, from anonymous by @bechnaesun and @westiris​

“A month and two days now.” Isak corrected, grinning at Even from behind his mug.

“Counting the days, are you?  Sick of me already?” Even teased, nudging Isak’s foot under the table.

“Oh yeah, I’m already looking for a replacement roomie.” Isak nodded seriously and Even tried not to laugh.

“Yeah?  How long have you been looking?”

“Hmm,” Isak sipped his coffee thoughtfully.  Since day two probably.”

“That long!” Even gasped, setting his mug down on the table in faux outrage.  “And no luck, huh?”

“No.” Isak shook his head mournfully, but Even could see the smile dancing around the corners of Isak’s lips and he couldn’t help but lean closer.

“What will you do, huh?” He murmured, searching Isak’s face still flushed with sleep.

“I guess you’ll have to stay.” Isak sighed, putting his empty mug down.

“Pity.” Even nodded, his gaze trailing down to Isak’s lips.  They were shiny with coffee and Even desperately wanted to kiss the last sweetness from them.

"A tragedy.” Isak agreed, his voice still rough and not quite awake.

“Whatever could we do to make it better for you?” Even whispered, unable to look away from Isak’s coffee damp lips.

“Hmm,” Isak pretended to think for a few seconds before he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to Even’s.  You’d think that after months of kisses (and more) that it would lose its novelty, but Even’s stomach still dropped like he was on a rollercoaster and his heart still raced in his chest and he still felt those fireworks under his skin.

They stayed like that for a few minutes: exchanging lazy coffee stained kisses over their kitchen table, too tired to take things further than that.  They didn’t have long anyway, they had to get ready for school and head out for the tram soon.

“I love you.” Isak sighed against his lips.

the ending julian deserved a fanfic of a fanfic i wrote for with love, from anonymous by the lovely @westiris​ & @bechnaesun​, thank u guys for making me believe in love again xox

julian sat down on the steps outside the coffee shop, scowling down at the cold coffee in his hand. he couldn’t believe his luck. for the past few weeks, he had made isak special drinks, flirted openly with him, used up all the whipped cream for him, and all even had to do was bring him some lousy book and suddenly isak was falling over his feet.

he sighed and took a sip from the cup. it tasted just like what he imagined isak’s lips would taste like.

“dude. you couldn’t wait five more minutes for me?”