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STEP INTO CHRISTMAS !

Luke Hughes x reader

Luke Hughes and a movie night !!

Note! : First part of my letters to Santa fic as type thing and my first time actually writing in a while as well!

Creds to @wcnderlnds for dividers and @wineauntie for the photos of lukey pookie 🤭🤭

No warnings I think! Not proofread, we die like men. (Please tell me if I’m drastically off I beg)

Enjoy!

As you sits on you and Luke’s couch, surrounded by twinkling Christmas lights and little festive trinkets you had from over the years, it really sets in that this place is yours now. Once you had moved to New Jersey with a dream job opportunity, Luke had planned to move out of Jack’s apartment and you both moved into the new apartment. Was it a coincidence that this place was extremely close to Jack? Absolutely! Definitely not deliberate!

The smell of popcorn floated through from the kitchen as you go back to the task at hand, picking the first Christmas movie of the year. Flipping between the grinch and a cheesy Christmas romcom that Luke would pretend to hate, you settled on How the grinch stole Christmas to keep the half-assed complaints for another night.

As Luke’s careful steps sound through the room you look up at your boy, balancing the two cups of hot chocolate that definitely didn’t fit into Luke’s diet but who was going to tell? He had piled them with whipped cream and marshmallows and a candy cane hung off of the edge of the cups. A smile spreads across your face as your hands reach up to take one of the mugs so he would stop looking like he was going to spill them all over the rug.

He mumbles a small “watch, it’s burny” as he sets his own down before grabbing the popcorn from the kitchen counter and heading back through, quicker this time. Once the bowl of popcorn had been suitably retrieved he got under the pile of blankets and pillows you had set up, pulling you tight to his side, your head falling straight to his shoulder.

Now, with the movie playing and the voice of Anthony Hopkins filling your ears, the fabric of Luke’s hoodie pressed against your cheek and the soft feeling of his thumb soothing semi circles into the top of your arm, you’re convinced this was the best night you had had together over the last year. Throughout the movie and between bites of popcorn and sips of hot chocolate, small kisses were pressed gently to your forehead and you returned them straight back to his hoodie-clad shoulder.

The faint hum of traffic floated to the surface of your cozy apartment but it’s blocked out by the pure happiness filling you from head to toe at the closeness of your boy and the warmth radiating from the both of you. Eventually, at one point during the film you had both fallen asleep, your hand slipped under Luke’s t-shirt and resting over his ribs and his hand tucked between your thighs under the blankets.

Your neck creaks from the movement as you lift your head from his shoulder only to see Luke peacefully sleeping with his head tipped back, his mouth slightly open as he lets out soft snores every now and then. You had to bite back a laugh at the picture in front of you, instead your hand reaching up to trace your fingertips over his features, a feather light touch.

His eyebrows pull together as the soft touch of your fingertips going over them and down the side of his nose.

“Hm, babe?” He mumbles, his eyes scrunching slightly as you continue the imaginary path over his face, only getting a hum from you in reply. Once you had worked your way back to his cheek, your hand cupping his face gently as his eyes finally open, a groggy look on his face despite only being asleep for about half an hour.

A smile graces your face yet again as his one sided smile highlights his dimples and the dim light casts a soft shadow on one half of his face. Little did you know he’s smiling at exactly the same thing you are, the way your eyes crinkle slightly at the edges as your smile grows and you try to stop it. After a moment of silence he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, both of you still smiling into it.

“We missed half the movie.” You complain light heartedly, pulling away from Luke’s mouth and almost letting out a laugh at the pout that appears on his face after you do.

“We’ll just have to watch it again tomorrow then won’t we?”

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