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thinking out loud. {bryce} {fluff}

{prepare for adorableness!}

when your legs don't work like they use to before
and i can't sweep you off of your feet
will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

and darling i will be loving you 'till we're 70
and baby my heart could still fall hard at 23
and i'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
maybe just the touch of a hand
oh me i fall in love with you every single day
and i just wanna tell i am

as the sun shined through the curtains of their house, bryce and y/n both sound asleep. y/n wakes, and turns to her sleeping boyfriend, she kisses him softly on the nose.

she slowly gets off the bed and heads down to the kitchen, "oh, babe, where ya going?" bryce asks with his morning voice. "oh, i'm just heading down to clean up. go back to bed, honey." she replays quickly.

bryce turns back around, pretending to sleep.
"okay, let's make some pancakes!" she yells out. as soon as he heard that, he jolted out of bed, and straight out to the kitchen.

y/n sings out ed sheeran's thinking out loud, she grabs the ingredients that she thinks that she needs.

her hips are swaying side to side, singing loudly this time. when her hand reached for the flour, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed it. startled, she throws the flour into the air.

"oh no," she says watching the flour, like if it was in slow motion. the flour lands directly on bryce. trying to hold on a laugh, she points toward the top of his head, "you ha-have a little something...." she couldn't take it anymore and bursts out laughing.

bryce, being the funny man that he is, throws the remaining flour, at her. she gasps, "oh....it is so on!!"

they throw food left and right, having ongoing food fight. about five long minutes, they stop.

"this was fun, maybe we can do it again?" bryce asks, hitting y/n in the head with an egg.
the egg sticks to her hair and seams slowly down toward her eye. "yeah, maybe again, tomorrow morning."

they high five, "now, help with the mess?" y/n asks, finally throwing another handful of flour.

and darling i will be loving you 'till we're 70 and baby my heart could still fall hard at 23
and i'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
maybe just the touch of a hand
oh me i fall in love with you every single day
and i just wanna tell i am