A/N: Iâm so back baby. I wrote this just as a little âhow we doing on tumblr after being gone for two years?â gift to you and myself. I donât know how much Iâm going to write, or if Iâm going to keep writing for JATP (or if people are still reading for JATP), but this went into my head about and I needed to get it out
WC: <1K
MASTER
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The room was quiet in a way that Luke wasnât used to. The usual instruments and lyrics, screams and humming that fill his typical days were gone. Now it was just the soft sounds of breathing that fill his ears. Your breathing. It floats in the air different than the music does, pairing with the soft creak of his mattress as he shifts closer to you. Heâs stretched out beside you, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling.
His usual desire to fill the silence with noise and music was gone. This silence was his to keep.
âHey.â Your soft voice doesnât break the silence but sits in it. His head turns to see the sleepy smile sitting on your face, which was smushed against a pillow. His lips quirk up. âWhatâs on your mind?â
Luke thinks, blinking as he looks at you before saying a simple, âNothing.â It was the truth, too. He was just lying here, next to you, and his mind was doing nothing. He rolls over onto his side, just enough to be closer to you. His hand finds yours, like it always does.
His fingers thread through yours, his thumb grazing the back of your hand, but his eyes never leave yours. âTired?â He whispers.
You let out a small laugh and nod. âJust a little. Long day.â Your voice matched his. He knew what you were talking about. He had a concert tonight and you had spent all day by his side as he practiced with his band. It was loud and fun and exciting. A far different experience than currently, and yet, as you both remained in your bed, your fairy lights serving as the only light source in this dim room, shining on your face, Luke has never truly felt happier.
You shift, pulling him from his quiet thoughts once again as you slip into his side, his hand still in yours. He pulls you close, your head rests on his chest and the soft, steady rhythm of his heart echoes softly in your ear. It might just be your favorite sound.
A heavy beat. Then another. His lips land on the top of your head before heâs whispering your name. âCan I say something weird?â
You hum in response, turning up to look at him. âAlways.â
He exhales, long and slow. He canât look at you. âSometimes the silence freaks me out.â He says with a laugh under his breath and for a moment, you think you should laugh too, like he was making a joke. But he wasnât. âIt feels likeâŚâ He trails off, struggling to put his thoughts into words. âWell, it feels like when everything goes still, Iâm waiting for something to disappear.â He closes his eyes and his heartbeat skips as he inhales quickly. âI like things loud, it reminds me that things are still here, that Iâm still here. But the silence,â he shakes his head slowly, âThis. You. Itâsâ Itâs calm, and itâs steady, but itâs⌠itâs terrifying.â
You stay looking at him. âWhy?â
âBecause if I lose this,â he starts before he turns to look down at you. He reaches up, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face, âI donât know if I know how to be quiet without you.â
You donât rush to answer. Your eyes prickle just a little, but you move closer to him, pressing your forehead to his as you both close your eyes. âYou donât have to be loud for me.â You whisper. âYou never did.â
Something in Luke softens completely. He remembers his parents saying years ago that if you loved someone, you should show it to them in ways everyone could see, as loud as you could be. But that wasnât true.
To be loved isnât to be loud. To be loved is to be seen.
And youâve always seen him.
Luke swallows, his throat tightens for just a second. He doesnât trust his voice as his grip on your hand gets more desperate. It was just a little, like he was afraid heâd slip right through your fingers if he wasnât careful enough.
âI know.â He barely manages to say, more to himself than to you.
Your smile was soft, causing your eyes to close from your tiredness. You lay your head down again, tucked in the crook of his shoulder and neck. His arm moves with no hesitation, wrapping around you to pull you closer. His lips find their way to your shoulder, one of his hands is still in yours as it traces small patterns.
Your breathing evens out before his does. He can feel the moment it happens. Your breathing fans across the skin of his neck, your weight settles more on him, completely trusting. He adjusts the blankets over you carefully, as if the moment is something so fragile that he doesnât want to disturb.
He thinks, again, how he should be terrified of the silence.
He isnât.
.
.
.
.
Please leave a comment and reblog (or even send an ask idk) about your thoughts! I wanna come back into writing on here, but only if people are interested! Much love to all of you! đ
A/N: Iâm so back baby. I wrote this just as a little âhow we doing on tumblr after being gone for two years?â gift to you and myself. I donât know how much Iâm going to write, or if Iâm going to keep writing for JATP (or if people are still reading for JATP), but this went into my head about and I needed to get it out
WC: <1K
MASTER
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The room was quiet in a way that Luke wasnât used to. The usual instruments and lyrics, screams and humming that fill his typical days were gone. Now it was just the soft sounds of breathing that fill his ears. Your breathing. It floats in the air different than the music does, pairing with the soft creak of his mattress as he shifts closer to you. Heâs stretched out beside you, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling.
His usual desire to fill the silence with noise and music was gone. This silence was his to keep.
âHey.â Your soft voice doesnât break the silence but sits in it. His head turns to see the sleepy smile sitting on your face, which was smushed against a pillow. His lips quirk up. âWhatâs on your mind?â
Luke thinks, blinking as he looks at you before saying a simple, âNothing.â It was the truth, too. He was just lying here, next to you, and his mind was doing nothing. He rolls over onto his side, just enough to be closer to you. His hand finds yours, like it always does.
His fingers thread through yours, his thumb grazing the back of your hand, but his eyes never leave yours. âTired?â He whispers.
You let out a small laugh and nod. âJust a little. Long day.â Your voice matched his. He knew what you were talking about. He had a concert tonight and you had spent all day by his side as he practiced with his band. It was loud and fun and exciting. A far different experience than currently, and yet, as you both remained in your bed, your fairy lights serving as the only light source in this dim room, shining on your face, Luke has never truly felt happier.
You shift, pulling him from his quiet thoughts once again as you slip into his side, his hand still in yours. He pulls you close, your head rests on his chest and the soft, steady rhythm of his heart echoes softly in your ear. It might just be your favorite sound.
A heavy beat. Then another. His lips land on the top of your head before heâs whispering your name. âCan I say something weird?â
You hum in response, turning up to look at him. âAlways.â
He exhales, long and slow. He canât look at you. âSometimes the silence freaks me out.â He says with a laugh under his breath and for a moment, you think you should laugh too, like he was making a joke. But he wasnât. âIt feels likeâŚâ He trails off, struggling to put his thoughts into words. âWell, it feels like when everything goes still, Iâm waiting for something to disappear.â He closes his eyes and his heartbeat skips as he inhales quickly. âI like things loud, it reminds me that things are still here, that Iâm still here. But the silence,â he shakes his head slowly, âThis. You. Itâsâ Itâs calm, and itâs steady, but itâs⌠itâs terrifying.â
You stay looking at him. âWhy?â
âBecause if I lose this,â he starts before he turns to look down at you. He reaches up, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face, âI donât know if I know how to be quiet without you.â
You donât rush to answer. Your eyes prickle just a little, but you move closer to him, pressing your forehead to his as you both close your eyes. âYou donât have to be loud for me.â You whisper. âYou never did.â
Something in Luke softens completely. He remembers his parents saying years ago that if you loved someone, you should show it to them in ways everyone could see, as loud as you could be. But that wasnât true.
To be loved isnât to be loud. To be loved is to be seen.
And youâve always seen him.
Luke swallows, his throat tightens for just a second. He doesnât trust his voice as his grip on your hand gets more desperate. It was just a little, like he was afraid heâd slip right through your fingers if he wasnât careful enough.
âI know.â He barely manages to say, more to himself than to you.
Your smile was soft, causing your eyes to close from your tiredness. You lay your head down again, tucked in the crook of his shoulder and neck. His arm moves with no hesitation, wrapping around you to pull you closer. His lips find their way to your shoulder, one of his hands is still in yours as it traces small patterns.
Your breathing evens out before his does. He can feel the moment it happens. Your breathing fans across the skin of his neck, your weight settles more on him, completely trusting. He adjusts the blankets over you carefully, as if the moment is something so fragile that he doesnât want to disturb.
He thinks, again, how he should be terrified of the silence.
He isnât.
.
.
.
.
Please leave a comment and reblog (or even send an ask idk) about your thoughts! I wanna come back into writing on here, but only if people are interested! Much love to all of you! đ
Summary: After getting an afternoon free from the band, Luke decides to see his parents, only to find out something he wasnât expecting.
A/N: Surprise! Guys, guys, guys, itâs over! Listen, I enjoyed writing this series, but it brought me WAAAAY more stress than it should have because it lined up perfectly with my writers slump. I wanted to write more for it, but I pushed this for almost two years and it was baaaaad. I might write an epilogue for it to tie up lose ends and thoughts, but Iâm not promising anything because who knows how when that could be out.Â
I am also trying something new with tags! I am so tired of adding taglists at the bottom of fics, so I made a taglist blog and it is @updates-from-elleâ and the idea is if you want to be tagged in fics, you follow that account and turn on notifications. Iâm going to use it for this blog as well as my doctor who blog, so you would get notifs for both, just focus on the ones you want to read! That should be it! Hope you enjoy!
WC: 4K
Master
Part 6: Where do we go from here?
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Lukeâs mind was racing as he sits in his friendâs silence, each of them processing everything Luke had told them about you and being Jerry. When he came back to the studio less than an hour ago, he knew he had to tell them everything, especially since he had disappeared for a whole day.
âThis whole time you were lying to her?â Alex mumbles, bouncing his leg and chewing on his nail. Luke wasnât proud of himself, but he nods.
Summary: After getting an afternoon free from the band, Luke decides to see his parents, only to find out something he wasnât expecting.
A/N: Surprise! Guys, guys, guys, itâs over! Listen, I enjoyed writing this series, but it brought me WAAAAY more stress than it should have because it lined up perfectly with my writers slump. I wanted to write more for it, but I pushed this for almost two years and it was baaaaad. I might write an epilogue for it to tie up lose ends and thoughts, but Iâm not promising anything because who knows how when that could be out.Â
I am also trying something new with tags! I am so tired of adding taglists at the bottom of fics, so I made a taglist blog and it is @updates-from-elleâ and the idea is if you want to be tagged in fics, you follow that account and turn on notifications. Iâm going to use it for this blog as well as my doctor who blog, so you would get notifs for both, just focus on the ones you want to read! That should be it! Hope you enjoy!
WC: 4K
Master
Part 6: Where do we go from here?
â
Lukeâs mind was racing as he sits in his friendâs silence, each of them processing everything Luke had told them about you and being Jerry. When he came back to the studio less than an hour ago, he knew he had to tell them everything, especially since he had disappeared for a whole day.
âThis whole time you were lying to her?â Alex mumbles, bouncing his leg and chewing on his nail. Luke wasnât proud of himself, but he nods.
Summary: After getting an afternoon free from the band, Luke decides to see his parents, only to find out something he wasnât expecting.
A/N: Surprise! Guys, guys, guys, itâs over! Listen, I enjoyed writing this series, but it brought me WAAAAY more stress than it should have because it lined up perfectly with my writers slump. I wanted to write more for it, but I pushed this for almost two years and it was baaaaad. I might write an epilogue for it to tie up lose ends and thoughts, but Iâm not promising anything because who knows how when that could be out.Â
I am also trying something new with tags! I am so tired of adding taglists at the bottom of fics, so I made a taglist blog and it is @updates-from-elleâ and the idea is if you want to be tagged in fics, you follow that account and turn on notifications. Iâm going to use it for this blog as well as my doctor who blog, so you would get notifs for both, just focus on the ones you want to read! That should be it! Hope you enjoy!
WC: 4K
Master
Part 6: Where do we go from here?
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Lukeâs mind was racing as he sits in his friendâs silence, each of them processing everything Luke had told them about you and being Jerry. When he came back to the studio less than an hour ago, he knew he had to tell them everything, especially since he had disappeared for a whole day.
âThis whole time you were lying to her?â Alex mumbles, bouncing his leg and chewing on his nail. Luke wasnât proud of himself, but he nods.
âI was going to tell her.â He tries to defend but his friends all give him different looks of disbelief. Luke slumps back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. âEventually.â He mutters and Julie throws her arms in the air.
She reaches for her phone on the table in front of everyone. âWhat are you doing?â Reggie asks, peaking over her shoulder as she searches through her contacts.
âCalling Y/N. Luke is going to explain everything to her.â
Lukeâs eyes bug out of his head as he leaps across the table, snatching Julieâs phone out of her hand and holding it out of her reach.
âGive me my phone back!â
âNo!â Lukeâs desperate plea is ignored as Alex plucks the phone out of his hand and tosses it to the girl. âNo, no, no, wait please- Donât call Y/N, sheâll hate me!â
âSheâll get over it.â Julie says and taps the phone icon next to your name, hearing the little rings as she fakes a smile.
Alex and Reggie are holding Luke back from grabbing the phone again and Luke doesnât know what to say until he shuts his eyes tight and shouts, âIâm in love with her!â The room falls quiet again and the only sound to be heard is Julieâs phone playing out your voicemail. Julie hangs up and Alex and Reggieâs hold on Luke disappear. They all take their seats once more, each in shock by Lukeâs declaration, including the guitarist himself. Luke takes a shaky breath. âI know that I messed up.â He finally says, voice quiet and unsure of himself. âAnd I need to fix it.â
Luke was thankful your call went to voicemail. He needed to make things right, but he needed more time than this.
---
This was bad. This was really bad.
Itâs been 5 days since Luke had last seen you. 4 days since Luke was ready to tell you everything. 3 days since Luke started to get worried. 2 days since you last left Julie on read and sent her to voicemail. And 1 day since Luke first popped into your house when he had time between rehearsals at a time you and your dad typically eat dinner, only to see your dad eating at the table alone.
He didnât want to assume anything happened, but he only had a few minutes to check on you. He hadnât seen your truck in your driveway for a few days, and neither Julie or Flynn had seen it at school. He went into your room a few times today, looking for any sign of you, but besides how freakishly clean your room is for you, heâs seen nothing.
âIâm telling you,â Luke groans, throwing himself on the couch, âsomething happened to her. I know it.â
âIâm sure sheâs fine.â Julie tells him, smacking his feet off the couch and taking their spot. âSheâs probably just out busy or something.â
âAnd ignoring her best friends?â Luke asks, giving her a look that tells her he already knows the answer.
Julieâs quiet for a moment until she starts playing with the hem of her coat. âWell, there could be another reason.â
Luke furrows his brows for a moment, trying to figure out what she was talking about until it hits him. Before Julie can even call out his name, Luke disappears, reappearing in your bedroom. He looks everywhere, going through your desk, bedside table, even opening your closet.
A lot of your clothes were missing, and your suitcase which you kept on a shelf at the top was gone. You were gone. He throws the door closed, pacing back and forth as he tries to think of some reason, of any reason, why youâd leave and where youâd go. He stands in front of your photo wall, eyes darting back and forth until Luke notices something very obvious and very depressing. Every photo of you had of the band and you and the little scraps of paper you hung up for Jerry was gone. He runs his hand over where they used to be. He tugs on the leftover pinned corners of the photos and notes. Not only were they gone, they were torn from the wall.
Lukeâs stomach falls.
You knew.
You knew everything.
And now you were gone.
---
Luke didnât think he was at your house for that long, but he collapsed on the bed, staring up at the ceiling he knew all too well as his tears dry on his cheeks. He didnât hate that you knew. Secretly, he believes he was glad you knew, that he didnât have to keep this a secret for any longer. But he hated that you found out on your own. He hated that he kept it a secret for months and you found out by yourself, probably believing you were lied to by all your friends. You were actively ignoring Julie, you didnât say anything to the band, and you were just⌠gone.
The front door bell rings a few times as Luke sits up, knowing he should probably get going. Your dad opens the door as Julie stands there with a smile. âCan I help you?â Your dad asks, holding the door unknowingly wide enough for Julie to see Luke appear over his shoulder, his eyes red and puffy.
âHi.â Julie sighs before looking back at your dad, âum, sorry. Iâm friends with Y/N,â Your dad takes a deep breath and sighs. âI just havenât seen her at school in a while and sheâs not answering her phone. I just wanted to make sure sheâs okay.â
âJulie, right?â Your dad asks and Julie smiles and nods. âY/N talks about you all the time, I knew I recognized you from her wall.â He rubs his face before sticking his hands in his pockets and leaning against the door frame. âSheâs fine. She uh, she decided she was going to go live with her mom for a while.â
âHer mom?â Luke pulls a face at your dadâs answer. You wouldnât go live with your mom just because you found out the truth, would you?
âHer mom?â Julie repeats Lukeâs question, hoping to get a bit more out of the adult. He nods, the smile he forces on his face was fake as Julie can see how sad the thought made him. âUm, thank you. If you talk to her, do you think you ask her to call me back?â Julie asks and your dad nods before seeing Julie off.
Luke joins her side only seconds after the front door closes. âShe knows.â He says, making Julie jump as she walks. âShe tore all of our pictures off the wall.â
âMaybe it was an accident.â Julie tries but Luke was unimpressed.
âAn accident that only resulted in our pictures being gone and thrown in the trash?â
Julie stops walking with a frown. âShe threw them in the trash?â
Luke shrugs. âI donât know, I never found them.â
âSo maybe she kept them.â
âI donât know! But I do know one thing.â
Julie looks at Luke, her brows pulling together in wonder before her face falls. âOh, please donât tell me youâre going to-â
âIâm going to go see Y/N.â
---
Julie was calling you again.
You hit deny before powering off your phone, falling back in the sunflower field you were sat in. You just needed time. Living with your mom again was the last thing you wanted to do, but you only slept at her house and chose to spend your days here in the field or around the town. You just couldnât be home with your friends right now. Julie most likely had no idea Luke was Jerry when you were telling her about him, but there was no way she didnât know they were ghosts.
You were so lost in your thoughts as you watched the clouds dance through the sky that you didnât hear the footsteps coming your way before a shadow falls over your face. âHey.â You sit up a little, leaning on your elbows to look up at the girl standing in front of you, someone you hadnât seen since before you moved with your dad. Kendall smiles down at you. âMy mom thought she saw you out here in our flowers yesterday.â
You didnât know what to say. She ignores you for months, hanging out with her new friends and thinks she can just show up while youâre struggling through things and pretend to be friends again.
At your silence, Kendall huffs. âLook, I donât know whatâs been going on with you lately since you moved, but youâre still my best friend. We went from texting or calling every day to whatever this is where I havenât heard from you in weeks! And-and when I do, itâs like youâre not even you!â You stare at her, your lips part as you release a shaky breath because you had no idea what she was talking about. She picks at the flower in front of her, refusing to meet your eyes. âI miss my best friend.â
âI texted you.â you whisper, hearing your voice crack from its first use in a few days. Kendall meets your eyes. âI texted you and I called you and you sent me to voicemail.â
âWhat?â She gasps, taking a seat next to you. âNo, I didnât. I texted you every day for weeks and you ignored me.â
You shake your head and pull out your phone, scrolling through the unanswered messages from you to Kendall. What surprises you is when Kendall hands you her phone and shows you the same. Hundreds of text messages and outgoing calls from her to you that you never got. Kendall and you were beginning to put two and two together.
âWait, show me my contact.â Kendall says and you show her phone number, nothing weird on your end. âCall me.â You do so, hearing the phone go to voicemail, but nothing pops up on Kendallâs phone.
You tilt your head, drawing your lip between your teeth before asking her to show you yours. You read the number on the phone before closing your eyes. âThatâs not my number.â
Kendallâs quiet for a moment. âWhen was the last time I texted you?â
âUm, I donât know.â You say and start scrolling through your texts. âI think the last time I saw anything from you was a few months ago and you left me on read because you were at Meredithâs party.â
âMeredith borrowed my phone.â Kendall whispered. Within just a few seconds, Kendall and you find your phone number sitting in Kendallâs blocked contacts.
âShe blocked me.â
âThat bitch.â
Your eyes widen. âWait, you donât like her?â
Kendall huffs out a laugh. âLike her? I hate her! She literally made your life hell.
âThen why were you hanging out with her and going to her parties?â
Kendall starts blushing as she avoids your eye contact. âBecause sheâs friends with Bailey. And Bailey is hot.â
Your mouth drops open in amusement. Leave it to Kendall to only hang out with your enemy for a cute girl. You start laughing, feeling immense relief that even after everything is over, youâd still always have her. Kendall slowly joins you in laughing, bumping her shoulder with yours as you both lay back in the sunflower field, enjoying being together once again.
When the laughter stops, Kendall speaks up. âWhy did you come back?â Sheâs not mad that youâre here, you being here just made this one of the best days sheâs had in a while, but she is confused. âI thought youâd never willingly choose to live with your mom again.â
You sigh, breathing out a laugh through your nose before you tell Kendall everything. Every little thing from moving into the new house, meeting Jerry, meeting Julie and the boys, getting to know Luke, and most importantly, being lied to by him.
Kendall doesnât know what to say and her silence is scaring you a little. Finally, she takes the bag she was carrying and smacks you in the arm with it, repeatedly.
âOw!â you say although she wasnât truly hurting you.
âIâm sorry, but are you stupid?â She says and you push her away jokingly. âY/N. Itâs so obvious that youâre in love with him.â
âHe lied to me, Kay. Heâs still lying to me. How can I be sure he wo-â
âSo, talk to him.â She interrupts you, grabbing your hand. âLook, what he did sounds stupid and awful and I donât doubt you would love to ignore him and your new friends and never have to deal with the problem.â She knows you very well. âBut I also know that those feelings you have for him arenât going to go away and you are just going to eat yourself up inside until you figure out why he did what he did. Iâm sure for some reason or another, Luke had a reason to pretend to be Jerry.â You know she has a point. And you know that this canât just be a problem you push aside and ignore, just like the problem you thought you had with Kendall. Your phone buzzes on your lap, Julieâs contact lighting up the screen as Kendall and you sit up. She squeezes your hand one last time. âTalk to them. Then, come over to my place. Youâre staying the night with me and not your mom.â
You watch as Kendall gets up and walks away, leaving you in the sunflower field with Julieâs call still ringing. With a final sigh, you answer the phone.
---
Luke was pacing back and forth in the studio, waiting for Julie to get off the phone call. The door finally opens and Julie steps inside. Luke jumps her way, followed by Alex and Reggie who were all worriedly waiting to find out what exactly is going to happen.
Julie glares at Luke before nodding and relaxing her shoulders. âShe wants to talk to you.â
Lukeâs legs almost give out in relief. âIs she still on the phone?â
Julie shakes her head. âShe wants you to go to her. She said sheâs in âher spotâ, and that youâd understand what that meant.â
Lukeâs face lit up almost immediately. He knew exactly what that meant. You were in the sunflower field.
âWait, wait, wait.â Alex interrupts Lukeâs happiness. âHow are you going to get there? Itâs not like you can poof there, you donât really know exactly where she is, right?â
Alex had a point, but Luke knew he had to go. He had at least known the town you lived in, finding a sunflower field after that couldnât be that hard, could it?
He smirks to all his friend and jumps a few times on his feet. âWish me luck.â
The three of his friends all exchange different forms of worried glances before shouting âgood luckâ before Luke is gone.
âHeâs not going to find her, is he?â Reggie asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Alex claps him on the back before throwing his arm over the bassists shoulder.
âHeâll be lucky if he finds the town correctly.â The blond says and all three of them chuckle at their friendâs eager departure, yet happy to believe everything will be alright.
As long as Luke can find you.
---
Luke found the town, he had barely a problem there, the only real problem was the town was a lot bigger than he expected. He should have asked Julie to look up the sunflower field on her phone before he left. He didnât even have a phone. He didnât even know how to find or use a computer enough to even look for the sunflower field. Why couldnât you have been somewhere easier to find? Like the town hall in front of Luke. Or that coffee shop right next to the town hall. Or with Kendall, who is walking into the coffee shop.
Lukeâs eyes practically bug out of his head when he recognizes Kendall and heâs quick on his feet to follow after her with a smile. She was ordering when he pushes open the door, making the bell ring hard above the door. A lot of people jump at Lukeâs arrival, including Kendall, as they all look his way but quickly gets back to their own conversations. Except Kendall. She looks away from Luke for the briefest of seconds before her eyes are locked onto him again and wide.
âYou.â Kendall says, pointing at Luke and Lukeâs smile quickly falls when he sees her frown and eyes narrow.
Lukeâs words are rushed. âWhereâs the field?â
Kendall is closer, her pointed finger almost pushing into his chest. âYou!â
âKendall!â He puts his hands in the air, taking a few steps back until heâs pressed again the door behind him. He almost yells. Â âThe field!â
âBehind my house!â She yells back but doesnât move from her position. âBut you go and you make things right and you apologize for breaking my best friendsâ heart and you promise to never ever do it again or I will find you and I will make sure your ghost butt stays dead.â
âI will.â Luke promises her and Kendallâs hand falls a few seconds later and Luke can finally step away from the door, relief flooding through him.
âGood.â She nods.
The two of them stand in awkward silence for a moment before Luke clears his throat. âSo uh, you know then? Abo-about everything?â
Kendall lets out a soft laugh before nodding. âYou really messed up. Go fix it.â
Luke didnât need to be told twice.
---
After getting the exact directions from Kendall, Luke was standing in front of the Sunflower field, knowing you were somewhere amongst the flowers. He closes his eyes before starting through the field, looking for you.
He can see your head, poking up amongst the flowers. You were pacing back and forth, barely as tall as the flowers around you. Luke just watches for a moment, unsure what exactly he is going to say until your eyes flicker up, finding his surprisingly fast.
Your breath stills in your throat and you want to look away so you donât give away how much seeing Luke and knowing the truth hurts you, but you canât. Instead, you remain eye locked with him as he slowly comes closer, gently pushing aside the flowers to get by.
You canât make yourself say anything as Luke stops in front of you, his eyes softly locked onto yours. âHi.â He manages to breathe out but you stay silent. His fingers twitch as he fights his desire to touch you, to take your hand in his and hug you or do anything to beg for your forgiveness. Instead, he simply stares at you, wishing he put a little more thought into what he was going to say instead of leaving without thinking.
Luke could feel the tears begin to build in his eyes, âI messed up. I messed up so badly and I shouldnât have lied to you. I should have- I should have said something, told you the truth, told you anything. And I didnât. Iâm so sorry.â
It hurt to look at him. It hurt to be close to him. You wanted to yell at him, to put space between you both, to show him how much it hurt you to know everything was a lie.
But you couldnât.
In fact, you did the opposite.
Instead of yelling, you close the distance. Your chests meet as your hand fall on the back on his neck, pulling his lips into yours. Luke grips your waist, scared he was imagining it all, that he could let go and youâd slip through his fingers.
Time stopped in the small sunflower field as Luke and you lose yourselves in the kiss, gently pulling each other closer than you had ever been and loving every second of it.
When time moves again, your forehead rests on his, your eyes and his were closed as you wiped away a tear falling down your cheek. âI wanted to hate you.â you finally say, your voice was quiet and broke with your words. âI wanted to hate you so much.â Luke couldnât bring himself to open his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, no longer fighting his tears and resorts to wiping them as well. âI trusted you and you lied to me and you kept lying to me.â
âY/N-â he finally speaks but you shake your head and pull away.
You meet his eyes and barely muster a smile. âBut I canât hate you.â
Relief floods Lukeâs body as he releases a breath and blinks away his tears. His hand finds your cheek and his thumb drags across the wet streak on your skin. You lean into his touch and your eyes flutter close for the briefest of moments. âI love you.â You say, placing your hand onto his. âAnd it doesnât matter if you were Jerry or Luke, I think I loved you as both.â
Luke doesnât know what to say, thereâs only one thing he can say. âI love you too. I have for months now, and I didnât know what to do about it.â He knows no matter how great, how amazing and perfect this moment is, he needs to explain himself. You deserve that.
And so, as the two of you lay down on the sunflower field and watch the sky fade from a bright blue lit up by the sun to a dark blue illuminated by the stars, you listened to Luke explain everything. He started with everything about meeting you and the months since then and about Jerry. You listened closely, not wanting to interrupt Luke as he played with your fingers, apologizing every so often when he imagines how you must have felt.
After a while, the two of you run out of words to say. Youâve moved closer to each other, Lukeâs arm was stretched out and holding you as you were settled into his side, resting your head on his chest. His hand not wrapped around your body was still playing with your fingers, lacing them through his own as he smiles.
âI never thought I would see this.â He whispers, more to himself but with your closeness, you hear it. You hum and squeeze his hand before he returns the gesture along with a kiss on the top of your head. âSo where do we go from here?â
Lukeâs question catches you off guard. To be honest, you werenât sure. You both knew he had a long way to go before he earns your complete forgiveness, but he would spend the rest of his afterlife trying. That wasnât the only problem, however. He is a ghost, you are alive. You could never have a normal relationship, but as you lay here in his arms, you were certain of two things. The first was you didnât want normal, you just wanted him. The second was you were absolutely in love with him, and it didnât matter where you both went from here.
As long as you had your Jerry.
As long as you had your Luke.
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A/N: Well, took me a bit longer than I thought it would but here it is! The fic yall voted on the last few weeks! Not entirely sure how I feel about it, bit back and forth for me, changed quite a few ideas from when I first decided I was going to write based on this song, but yeah! Let me know what you think!
This fic is based on the song Last Night (Beer Fear) by Lucy Spraggan so I suggest giving it a listen to!
WC: 4.2K
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A/N2: When you see âââ that means a time skip forward or backward depending on where you are in the fic, hopefully that makes sense!
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Your head hurt.
Oh god, did your head hurt.
You hated being hungover. Last time you were hungover this bad, it was the night before your college graduation and you promised yourself the next day that you would never drink that much again. Obviously, last night you decided to break that promise.
A/N: Well, took me a bit longer than I thought it would but here it is! The fic yall voted on the last few weeks! Not entirely sure how I feel about it, bit back and forth for me, changed quite a few ideas from when I first decided I was going to write based on this song, but yeah! Let me know what you think!
This fic is based on the song Last Night (Beer Fear) by Lucy Spraggan so I suggest giving it a listen to!
WC: 4.2K
Master
A/N2: When you see â---â that means a time skip forward or backward depending on where you are in the fic, hopefully that makes sense!
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Your head hurt.
Oh god, did your head hurt.
You hated being hungover. Last time you were hungover this bad, it was the night before your college graduation and you promised yourself the next day that you would never drink that much again. Obviously, last night you decided to break that promise.
Your situation only proved worse when the alarm next to the bed went off, signaling it was 8 am. You slap your hand against the table, looking for your phone, but instead youâre met with a bedside clock, finally stopping its ear torturing sound. You barely have time to sigh in relief before you struggle to take in your surroundings. Your head was still pounding and your eyes refused to open all the way but one thing was certain.
This was not your room.
This was not your house.
You woke up in someone elseâs house.
First things first, check for your clothes. With a simple glance down, your heart sinks. Gone was your Halloween costume from the last night and in its place was a T-shirt that wasnât yours and by the looks of it on you, belong to a man, as well as a pair of shorts also not belonging to you.
âShiiiiiit.â You whisper to yourself only seconds before a knock comes at the door. You jump in place, clutching the blanket close to your body and ignoring the urge to throw up everything you ate yesterday. The door opens much too slowly for your liking before a very, very familiar head of shaggy brown hair appears and every muscle in your body relaxes.
Jim smiles sheepishly when he sees you in his bed. Your hair was a mess and you were wearing one of his old shirts from college. There was a ghost of your smile when you realize it was just Jim coming in that made him smile wide himself.
âMorning, sleepyhead.â He chuckles, handing you a glass of water and an aspirin. You donât say anything as you take the pill and glass from him, gulping it down as fast as you can. âHow do you feel?â
âI can taste colors.â You grumble, putting the glass next to Jimâs alarm clock. Jim laughs. He was unsure what exactly to say, although you were in the same position. You glance around the room, silently taking it all in and waiting for the pounding right behind your eyes to stop. âItâs Saturday, why is your alarm going off?â You finally say, meeting Jimâs eyes with a squint.
Jimâs brows raise comically as he nods. âI like to wake up at the same time.â He shrugs.
You shake your head. âYouâre supposed to sleep in on the weekends.â Jim exhales a quietier laugh and you watch him rock on his heels, unable to look you in the eye anymore. You clear your throat, clutching the blanket a little tighter. âUh, Jim?â He hums, leaning on the wall behind him. âLast night, did we⌠umâŚâ you werenât really sure you wanted to finish that sentence, but luckily you didnât have to. Jim was quick to shake his head and you let out a huge sigh of relief. âOh, thank god.â He quirks a brow and your eyes widen. âI didnât mean like⌠just that, you know, I was drunk and you were drunk⌠and weâre coworkers⌠and friends?â
âItâs alright.â Jimâs posture relaxes and you feel your cheeks heat up a little at the prospect.
âNot that it would be a bad thing.â You quickly say before you can stop yourself, hating the fact your hangover hadnât stopped you or said something less painfully stupid.
âI know.â You nod your head at Jimâs words, leaning back on his pillow and closing your eyes. Then it struck you; it wasnât the words Jim said, but how he said them. It was almost like he knew what exactly you were talking about. Almost like he could read your mind, Jim chuckles. âYou really donât remember much of the party last night, do you?â
You shake your head, your breath stuck in your throat. âWas it bad?â
Jim tilts his head, thinking about yesterday before a smile crosses his face.
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Last NightâŚ
Jim walks into the office 15 minutes after the officeâs costume party was supposed to start. He will never understand why Michael decided on a costume party at the beginning of April, but here he was. There was bad music playing from the office that Jim could hear the moment he stepped out of the elevator, widening his eyes momentarily before adjusting the taped black circles on his torso and pulling the door open.
âJimbo!â Michael calls out before the door even closed behind Jim. Jim breathes out a laugh, putting his hands in his pockets. âWelcome to the party!â
âHey Mike.â Michael throws his arm over Jimâs shoulders, struggling a bit with the height of his employee.
Michael leads Jim throughout the office, where he sees his coworkers in all in different costumes with drinks in their hands. Michael finally lets Jim go with a pat and push on the shoulder as Jim snags a drink on his way out of the conference room. He runs into Kelly and Ryan, Kelly sporting a costume that Jim didnât realize was supposed to be Taylor Swift, and Ryan as a police officer. He was just about to answer Kellyâs question of how he was doing before he spots you, Phyllis, and Pam talking in the kitchen. He smiles to himself before heading your way, catching your attention out of the corner of your eye.
Pam catches your smile growing at the sight of Jim as she nudges your arm. âWill you just tell him you like him already.â She whispers to you despite the glass door separating the two of you. You smack her arm gently, sipping from the red cup in your hand.
âNo.â
âCome on, Y/N! Tonightâs the night!â Pam keeps pushing, raising her brows at you multiple times.
Your mouth drops open from her antics. âPamela Beasley, how drunk are you?â She rolls her eyes at you. âPhyllis, can you tell Pam to lay off?â
âOh no, Y/N. Iâm on her side. I mean, if I never made the first move on Bob, we wouldnât be married.â She says before grabbing an extra drink and leaving you and Pam, heading towards the Annex where she knows her husband currently is waiting for her.
You tilt your head in defeat, unsure what you expected from seeking Phyllisâ help.
âTell him.â Pam says seconds before Jim opens the door. Your eyes widen and you canât help but take another large sip of your drink, knowing if you were going to have any chance of telling Jim youâre desperately in love with him, alcohol would be your best friend.
Pam not-so-sneakily steps away from you as Jim comes in front of you, matching your smile. You look him up and down before adjusting the black dot on Jimâs chest that had started to fall down. âThree-hole punch Jim? Bringing back a classic?â
âOh absolutely, I put a lot of work in this costume,â Jim hides his smile behind his cup as he takes a drink. He looks you up and down as well, only he takes a bit longer as his brows draw together. âAnd you areâŚ?â
You chuckle, looking down at the white shirt and pants and black shawl you were wearing. âIâm a penguin.â
A cute penguin, Jim says to himself and before he has the chance to compliment your costume in a way less exposing of his feelings, Michael comes tripping into the kitchen, holding a drink in his hand.
âJiiiiim! Y/NNNNN!â He says, pointing at the two of you. You and Jim stare at him, neither of you saying anything as Michael pants heavily, his face red from the no doubt numerous drinks heâs already had. He just smiles, looking between you both before he turns around to leave and you can faintly hear the sound of him calling out Ryanâs name as the door closes.
Jim and you fall into a fit of laughter, unsure what exactly to do about your drunk boss. âWhy did he get so much alcohol?â Jim asks, shaking his head.
You shrug and finish off the last bit in your cup. âI have no idea, but I am certainly not complaining.â You step to the right of Jim, filling up your cup with the bottles Michael put in the kitchen earlier. âCan we even have this much in the office?â You ask and take a long sip.
Jim watches you carefully as you toss your head back, effectively finishing off the drink you just poured before he gulped. âI uh⌠I donât know.â He quiets for a second as you fill up your cup again. âSure you donât want to slow down there?â He chuckles, although he is a bit worried for you.
You shake your head and smile. âNope.â You pop the âpâ. âItâs a party, Jim. And Iâm gonna enjoy it.â You stick your cup in the air and Jim cheers against your cup, both of you taking a sip and your eyes widen after yours, starting to feel a bit of a buzz.
âAlright, but Iâm not helping with you if youâre hungover tomorrow.â He says as the two of you walk out of the kitchen, joining the rest of the party in the conference room.
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âThat doesnât sound too bad, I remember most of that and even what Pam, Phyllis and I were talking about.â You canât imagine the story of last night will remain as boring as those first 15 minutes Jim had described. As long as you didnât drink that much more after those three drinks.
âWhat were you guys talking about?â
Uh.
âNothing?â
Jim chuckles, moving to finally sit down on the bed next to you, causing you to scootch over as he sits on top of the blankets, giving you all the space that you need in your hungover bliss.
âI take it forgot about your âbraceletsâ, then?â Jim smirks, unable to meet your eyes. Your stomach falls greatly, a small vague memory coming back to you as Jim continues his story.
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Jim loses sight of you for a bit as he is pulled into a drinking game with Kevin and Meredith, narrowly beating Kevin but loosing to Meredith in a landslide. He glances around the conference room and into the bullpen but he doesnât see you. Most of his coworkers were drunk, but he sees Angela in the corner, sipping on a lemonade in a black cat costume.
âAngela.â He calls out, making her sigh. âYouâre not drinking?â
âI donât drink at work.â She says, despite the fact sheâs not currently working. Jim nods, taking another look around from the new spot in the room. âBesides, someone has to make sure no one does something stupid like drive.â Jim nods again, glad despite Angelaâs resistance to the party, she is watching her coworkers. Angela stops watching her coworkers actions with disgust and looks up with Jim before sighing even louder. âSheâs in the annex.â
Jimâs head snaps her way so fast that he almost spills his drink. âWhat?â
âY/N. Sheâs in the annex with Ryan.â Jim knows heâs blushing at how obvious he was searching for you, but thanks her nonetheless. âWhatever.â She says and walks away to another corner, continuing to sip on her lemonade.
When Jim realizes Angela said you were alone with Ryan, he was quick to make his way out of the bullpen, hearing your laugh before he was even in the annex. When he does walk in, heâs greeted with you and Ryan a bit too close for his liking. âWhatâs going on?â He calls out and Ryan jumps back, one of his hands coming up to scratch the back of his neck and the other picking up his cup of beer on the table.
âHey man,â Ryan says before downing his drink. Jim gives him a look of distrust before focusing on you.
âJim!â Your eyes light up as you turn around to see who was there and right away Jim knows youâve had quite a few more drinks or shots in his absence. The second thing he notices is the metal circling around your right wrist. You hold up the wrist to show him with a smile. âDo you like my bracelet?â the loose cuff almost smacks you in the face but you donât react. Your smile, however, does fall the moment you get a good look at the costume piece. âOh, waitâŚâ you say to yourself. âTheyâre handcuffs.â You stare at the piece for a moment before smiling again. âI took them from the police.â
âYou took them from the police?â Jim finally manages to say, wanting to make sure he doesnât have to murder Ryan.
âShe did.â Ryan is quick to nod. Jim still isnât quick sure he believe him but once heâs focused on you again, youâve got the bracelet off your wrist and chucking it at the temps head. Jim has to hold back a laugh as it knocks the hat off Ryanâs head, and smacks him in the face.
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Youâre quiet, burrowing your face in Jimâs pillow in embarrassment. âOh my god.â You finally say.
Jim clears his throat. âYou donât uh, happen to remember exactly what was happening there, did you?â
Much to his relief you nod and say, âYeah, I took his cuffs because I wanted to prove I could do a magic trick.â
âCan you do magic tricks?â
âIâve never done a magic trick in my life.â You shake your head and pull the pillow away just in time for Jim and you to both start laughing again, although your embarrassment was reaching new levels of insane. âPlease tell me that was all I did and I went home right after that.â Jim stays silent, but he looks right into your eyes, causing your heart to skip and your stomach to flip. âPlease tell me I didnât embarrass myself more.â
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âOkay, I am taking you home.â Jim says and takes you by the hand, gently leading you out of the annex and through the kitchen. By the time you both enter the bullpen, Jim hears you gasp and he stops instinctively, thinking you might be hurt or sick or something.
You were staring at your intertwined hands with your mouth agape. Jim lets go of your hand slowly, but your expression doesnât change. Instead, you make a sound that Jim can only describe as a squeal. The rest of the party around you falls quiet, all looking towards you and Jim.
Jim looks at them all and by the time he looks back at you, you were several feet shorter as you were on one knee.
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âThere is no way that happened.â You interrupt Jim, shaking your head once again and gripping the pillow tight.
Jim can only laugh hard, clutching his stomach from under the blanket, where he had moved during the course of the story. âYou got on one knee.â
âThereâs no way.â
âYou asked me to marry you.â
âI asked you to marry me?â You are beyond embarrassed at this point. You are flustered and irritated and you want to go back in time to when you thought you could drink whatever you wanted at an office party. You went from simply embarrassing yourself to possibly outing your stupid little crush on your coworker. You want to leave, you want to hope this was all a dream and you were going to wake up in your own bed, but you have to know one thing first. ââŚWas there more?â
Jim is quiet for only a minute and you know instantly that last night wasnât over yet.
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âMarry me.â Your words were a bit slurred and quiet, but Jim definitely heard them and most likely your entire office did as well.
His heart is racing and his head is pounding and he doesnât know exactly what to do, but before he can think, his drunk brain was already pulling you off the floor. âWhatâs that, Y/N? You want me to get you home? Now? Well, if you say so!â Before any of his coworkers could say anything, Jim is leading you out the front door of the office and calling for a cab on the way down the elevator.
You are leaning against him the entire way down and he canât resist enjoying the feeling of you practically hugging him as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you together as you wait patiently for the taxi.
When itâs finally here, you are practically asleep in Jimâs arms, mumbling something about not drinking so much next time and for the first time all night, Jim thinks you might actually be okay. That is until you start crying in the taxi over the ending of some movie you had watched the day prior that Jim really canât understand the name of. The taxi pulls up to Jimâs apartment and he struggles to get you through the door and up the stairs, cursing the elevator for being broken.
Youâre finally in Jimâs bed and Jim lets out a sigh of relief, happy that you were safe and taken care of. He drapes your shawl over his desk chair and takes one last look at you before he starts to turn off the light. Just as the light turns off, a loud thud comes from the other side of the room and he flips the switch back on to see you face down on the floor.
He frowns before gently helping you up and making sure youâre okay once more. He was about to get you back in bed before you were suddenly more alert, scaring him a bit.
âIâm hot!â you yell out and he jumps back, colliding his back against the wall from being startled. He isnât sure how exactly to help you before you pull your shirt over your head, quickly leaving you in your bra and giving Jim no time to divert his eyes. Just as you did with your shirt, your pants were on the floor and Jim is standing in front of you, looking up at the ceiling and covering his eyes with his hands.
âAnd now youâre naked.â Jim mutters mostly to himself because he canât believe that youâre here, in his room, standing in front of him, in only your bra and matching underwear which he only got a glimpse of before coming to his senses and covering his eyes. He doesnât know what to do next. He knows youâre not going to put your clothes back on and he doesnât really want to remove his hand and help you and violate your privacy in the process. Thereâs only one thing he thinks of that might just work.
Blindly, Jim heads over to his dresser, finally removing his hand to search through his clothes. âHere,â he says, turning blindly once more. âYou can wear these.â He holds the t-shirt and shorts out to you and his arm remains out stretched for a bit before you slowly take the clothes from him. When the sound of you changing stops, Jim lowers his hand.
The shirt was baggy on you and the shorts were a bit longer than shorts should have been, but Jim thought you looked great in them because they were his. You were wearing his clothes.
He must have been staring for a bit too long because you reach up and gently poke his cheek, breaking the moment between you both. Jim is hopeful in your state that you donât realize how red his cheeks were when you poked them. âAlright, lets get you to bed.â You nod, finally working with Jim to get you under his covers and snuggled in his pillows. He has to stop himself from reacting the way he did with his clothes once again. When your breathing slowed down, Jim finally steps away, and just like earlier, he turns off the light, thanking everything possible that there was no thud this time.
He was just about to close the door before hearing you say, âI want your babies, Jimâ and he freezes in his tracks.
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For the first time all morning, you donât say anything when Jim stops talking, you can only sit there with your head buried in the pillow, silently praying that the bed would simply open up and take you whole. Jim has no idea what is running through your head at the moment, he can only assume a whole lot of embarrassment, but if he was truthful, he isnât sure you really needed to be embarrassed. He actually enjoyed taking care of you last night. And he has definitely been enjoying this morning as well.
âIt wasnât that bad.â Jim tries to reassure you but you can only groan into the pillow, a sound that Jim thinks slowly is turning into a laugh.
âI am never drinking again.â You say to him.
âI promise, it wasnât that bad.â Jim pulls the pillow from your face, unable to hold back the smile on his lips when he sees you.
You sigh, staring into his comforting eyes before rolling your eyes. âYeah, says you. Youâre not the one who completely embarrassed herself in front of her coworkers and her cru- and her friend.â Just like that, youâve embarrassed yourself even further. Hopefully, Jim didnât catch onto the slip of your tongue, but you know you donât have good enough luck for that. The two of you are quiet for a moment. Youâve refused to look at Jim since your slip up, settling for keeping your eyes closed, which is honestly helping with your hangover headache, and Jim just looking at you. âIt least there are no photos on Facebook of me doing the robot this time.â You joke, hoping to help the situation a bit better.
All your comment does is elicit a âWhat?â from Jim, followed by chuckles as he promises himself to find those photos later.
The two of you were quiet once again, sitting in comfort as you think over the events of last night. You can hear your heartbeat echoing in your ears and your headache is a second thought to the fact that Jim and you were in his bed together and just talking. In all your years of pining after your coworker, youâve never in this position before, so close together, your bodies were only separated by the fear of wanting more.
âThank you for taking care of me.â You whisper to Jim and his smile softens his face.
âI always will.â He assures you and your lips tug upwards. âBesides, like you said last night, you need me.â
Your lips instantly tug downwards. âNo, I didnât.â You wouldâve remembered that part of the story.
Jim can only laugh, scootching closer to you in the bed on accident with the action. âI didnât tell you about the cab ride?â
âThat I was crying over a movie?â
âAnd?â
â⌠and that I said that I need you?â
âAnd?
âAnd? What else did I say?â
âBesides that you need me?â
âNever said that.â
Jim smirks. He doesnât say anything.
He doesnât say that you rambled off almost a hundred reasons why you were in love in him.
He doesnât say that it took everything in him to just say you were drunk and didnât mean any of it.
He doesnât say that despite feeling drunk himself, he sobered up real fast when he heard those three simple words tumble out of your mouth the first time. And the second time. And the third, fourth, fifth, even what seemed like the 99th time. He just wishes he could hear them again, when the words were said by a sober you.
âCome on, tell me!â You interrupt his thoughts, pushing on his shoulder gently. âWhat did I say? It canât be worse than anything else I said to you last night, and I still blame it entirely on the alcohol.â Your hand lingers on his arm, slowly falling closer to the bed where his own hand was laying. Jim canât look anywhere but your face, but your eyes were studying the way his fingers were slowly covering across your own, something Jim wasnât even aware he was doing. âJim?â
He clear his throat, breaking out of the moment between the two of you, but he doesnât release the hold on your hand, instead he shifts his hand so your fingers intertwine together. âNothing.â Jim lies, hating the whisper in his voice.
You donât believe him, but the way heâs looking at you makes you not question him further. Maybe you didnât need to know everything about last night. Maybe it was all worth it to lead you and Jim to this moment, the two of you growing closer and closer in his bed until his arm is wrapping around your waist and Jim and your breathing has slowed to a sleeping rhythm.
Maybe this time it was better that you didnât wake up in the morning and be in your own house.
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I am slowly moving out of using taglists because it is very tedious and I don't like them, so if you would like to know when I post new fics (if I post new fics) try to follow the account @updates-from-elle if you can, it might not work because I havenât tried it or played with the settings and everything, so stay tuned!
I forgot I made a poll last week for who I would write for during my break next week lol anyways Jim won so now pick angst or fluff or neither
Im basing them off of songs so fluff is off the song Last Night (Beer Fear) by Lucy Spraggan and angst is off of the song Is it Just Me by Emily Burns and the Neither option is if you donât like either of those options and if that one wins, well weâll see what happens đ¤ˇââď¸
I forgot I made a poll last week for who I would write for during my break next week lol anyways Jim won so now pick angst or fluff or neither
Im basing them off of songs so fluff is off the song Last Night (Beer Fear) by Lucy Spraggan and angst is off of the song Is it Just Me by Emily Burns and the Neither option is if you donât like either of those options and if that one wins, well weâll see what happens đ¤ˇââď¸
I have a break from school for about a week coming up and I am determined to post at least one fic during that time, so I am posting this now so when the time comes, I know who is still around reading and what they want to see!
Oh also, Thank You Jerry was going to be added in this list but I decided I was going to post it anyways so hopefully that will come out sometime this month :)
Vote, but don't send me requests please! I am going to see what is the highest vote and go from there in a week!
I have a break from school for about a week coming up and I am determined to post at least one fic during that time, so I am posting this now so when the time comes, I know who is still around reading and what they want to see!
Oh also, Thank You Jerry was going to be added in this list but I decided I was going to post it anyways so hopefully that will come out sometime this month :)
Vote, but don't send me requests please! I am going to see what is the highest vote and go from there in a week!
