#beaumas

ok this is super small bc a lot of the blogs i had saved on a list had either changed or no longer even existed and now i'm sad bc this fandom is basically extinct, but i still love you all and you're cool lil nuggets ♡

"Morning sunshine." Luke says, cupping his arms around you from where you're sat at the breakfast bar. Your mouth is filled with far more cornflakes than it can hold, but you till try to squeeze a good morning out. He laughs at your attempt to talk, spinning your stool around and planting a kiss on your nose. "Do you wanna try that again?" You've finished your mouth full by now, and the height of your stool easily lets you hook your arms around Luke's neck to pull him in for a proper kiss. "Good morning." He stays face to face with you, smiling mischievously until you finally realize what he's doing: using this chance to get a large spoonful of your cornflakes. He quickly brings to spoon to his mouth, shoving the cereal into his gob and then tries to reach back for some more. "Oy," you say, slapping his hand away before he can get to the bowl. "Get your own breakfast." He grins back at you. "Why get my own when I can eat yours?" Luke grabs the bowl and begins running around the breakfast bar knowing full well you'll chase after him. After a few laps you've both ended up with either milk or soggy cornflakes stuck to your shirts and you both decide to pack it in. Luke lifts you on to the kitchen top, your legs dangling by his sides and sighs; it's not a tired sigh or a fed up sigh or even a sigh of relief that the running had stopped, but a 'Holy shit I love this girl so much she is so breath takingly beautiful whether she's made an effort to look beautiful or if it's before she goes to sleep or when she wakes up and i want to do things and go places and spend the rest of my life with her" sigh. He had told you this when he was drunk one night and now you always picked up on when he was doing it. "You're doing it again." You smile, feeling your cheeks blush a little even though you should be used to it by now. He smiles back at you for a short moment before changing the subject. "You have cornflakes on your shirt." He reaches out for a cloth. "Your shirt." You correct him, even though he knows perfectly well it's his. He kisses you firmly on the lips, thinks for a moment and then keeps his face close to yours while he speaks, his voice just above a whisper. "What's mine, is yours."

ikr they are vry cute luke appreciates ur support

nope im not who said i was

love youuu

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