dont wanna love you

I want you.
I want you at 6 am when drool covers your pillow.
I want you at 11 am when you’re barely awake and eat breakfast.
I want you at noon when the sun is bright and you’re telling me jokes.
I want you at 2 pm when you’re tickling me even though you know I hate it.
I want you at 5 pm when you get me to try new things for dinner.
I want you at 8 pm when you’re trying to keep me awake and playing the game.
I want your weirdness and to be there when you’re upset.
I want to love on you when you need me to.
Imperfections, flaws and all.
I just want all of you. ~
—  it’s always been you

@coldharmonies (AN ANGEL) prompted: even twists his ankle! 

“stop wiggling.”

“i’m not!”

“you are,” and he says it with a heft of a huff.  “stop wiggling!”

even’s shoulders droop his body down, head drip-dropping back onto the nest of pillows isak has propped up behind him.

“isak.”

“it looks like it’s already bruising.”

he says again, carefully, with the corner of his lips twitching in the smile, “isak-”

“are we sure it’s not..? it looks bad,” and when he glances up, his eyebrows are worried furrows, cheeks a chalky pale. he sounds exasperated, but looks oh so concerned, and his fingertips are so gentle where they smooth the cloth-wrapped bag of frozen peas to even’s twisted ankle.

even just rolls his eyes. drama. “i’m fine. baby, i’m not gonna break.”

“you’re never dancing again.”

he flops a hand up, stabs the air in mock protest. “nei! i’ll never stop danc-”

“and especially not in socks on the wooden floors - what were you thinking?”

there’s a moment.

and then, he can’t help it. the laugh springs open in his lungs, bubbles up right out of him. and when it hits the air, fills the air, isak, oh, isak tries to narrow his eyes sharp and baleful at him, he really tries to, but. well.

they’re sitting lopsided on the bed holding frozen vegetables to even’s foot because he slipped and fell in his socks while dancing, and suddenly, that’s the funniest thing that’s happened all week and isak can hardly breathe through the hiccups of laughter his body is shivering loose from him.

shaking his head, he crawls up the bed. settles in even’s lap with one knee on either side of his hips snug.

“you’re so stupid,” but he’s grinning.

even slips his hands under the hem of his t-shirt to hold his waist gently, and he kisses the words to his lips: “i’m your stupid, though.”

and isak- he hugs him in, and he kisses him back, and he promises, “you are.”

im sorry but i had to (i hc that dwyer is actually really tall but only looks normal height cause he has terrible posture)

It’s pathetic really, how much I still hope it’s you and me in the end.
—  11:55pm