me (watching asc):
joshua: *talks, smiles, sings, breathes*
me: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Luke never really was one for gazing at the stars but the moment you mentioned how pretty the sky looked at night, thoughts of laying in an empty field with overgrown grass pillowing your bodies as you used his outstretched bicep as a pillow filled his mind. He could imagine all too vividly listening to your voice as you rambled on about constellations he couldn’t see and could almost feel the electricity between your hand and his as they almost touched. He would swear the constellations in the sky paled to the ones swimming in your eyes and it wouldn’t be long before he was standing outside your window on the clearest night of the year with a tiny grin and a blanket, calling up to you to join him, eventually earning you the pleasure of him calling you his Little Dipper right before he leaned over to kiss you.