Summary: “You said my nose was cute and squishy!” Isak replies, pouting.
“You’re right, I lied. Your nose is the squishiest, and it’s gorgeous. It’s my most favourite thing about you.”
Even touches the tip of Isak’s nose, pushing it left and right. He laughs at the face of annoyance Isak is probably making. He always did say that grumpy and pouty Isak was the one he enjoyed the most.
Or, Isak and Even spend a morning in bed together laughing, kissing and falling in love all over again (but what’s new about that).
I’m a total noob at writing, but I had fun writing this total fluff fic and it wouldn’t be possible without my beautiful betas @ronasslynch, @buckywithegoodhair and @vanqoh. The faith y’all had in me makes me cry <3.