NO REGRETS

Damn, man… it’s been years, and yet when I see this…

"He takes advantage of the hand Juile’s still got pressed against his cheek. Reaches up and takes it in one of his own before turning his head to press a kiss to the center of her palm. It’s a place holder. A promise of more. A bookmark for the words they both feel so intrinsically with every fiber of their beings, there’s no need to say them aloud."

My beautiful friend @lovelyrugbee already spoiled us all today with her JATP as the 5 love languages set, and she's just spoiled me a little bit more with this beautiful artwork to go with my HANDS one-shot, "Until I Feel Your Touch"!

I'm so in love with this and I hope y'all love it just as much as I do! Please go check out the rest of Jenni's art if you haven't yet-- she's so talented MY GOD. 🤩

The club house is crying for 25 years over the betrayal that was Netflix cancelling Anne With An E far too soon 😅

But then I forced her to hop on the JATP train and so now she's stuck with me, hahaha!

and a bonus owen

Okay, so maybe this isn’t ~5K words solely about hands– but it’s definitely ~5K words heavily inspired by Juke HANDS. 

ALSO, for all of you who really seemed to enjoy this out of context tease where I described what was going through Luke’s head at the end of 1x09 when he’s cradling Julie’s hands against his chest…THAT IS FROM THIS ONE-SHOT!

SUMMARY: "Luke imagines what it would be like to explore the dips, and the grooves, and the planes, of Juile’s hands with his own until he doesn’t have to. Until the night of The Orpheum when he’s so sure he’ll be wiped from existence and won’t ever be able to entertain a single, achingly beautiful, thought about Julie ever again.“

- OR -

The one where Luke desperately wishes he could just hold Julie’s hand, but he can’t. And then he can, but then he’s afraid to.

EXCERPT:

Based on this incredible fan art by @lovelyrugbee. Seriously go check out their stuff bc they’re amazing!!

Luke didn’t have to say anything for Julie to know that something was off with him. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t know?

Would it be easier if he said something to her? Absolutely. Was he going to? Knowing Luke? No, he wouldn’t. 

And he didn’t have to. Julie wished that he felt as safe with her as she did with him and that he’d feel comfortable telling her all his thoughts, but she wasn’t going to force him. She would wait until he was ready to tell her, because eventually, he does.

alternatively: four times juke snuck up on each other for affection and the one time they didn’t have to | based on the achingly beautiful fanart by @lovelyrugbee

1. 

Luke was being manic again. And not in a cute: “Oh my God, he’s so passionate about music!”-way, but in a: “He might actually tear his eyes out from these infuriating lyrics that aren’t working”-way. Every once in a while, songs didn’t flow out as easily as they usually did. The topic was a bit trickier, or the instrumentals didn’t mesh, or something was just off. Julie wasn’t too stressed about it. They had plenty of time to rework and fix things before the gig in two weeks. 

Unfortunately, Luke didn’t have the same mindset. 

He has been holed up in the studio all day, cramped on the windowsill to the point of submitting himself to a hernia and scrapping writing scrapping scrapping scrapping. The sound was infuriating, Alex being the first to poof out and Reggie following soon after when Ray became far more interesting than a guitarist going haywire. Which was sad, cause her dad was just unloading groceries. 

Alright. She had to do something. Standing at the doors of studio with a somewhat amused expression, she took in as her boyfriend was oblivious to the world and her. In any other situation, he’d notice and compliment the orange dress she was wearing. She thought about calling his name, maybe singing or jamming her fingers on the piano, but then a better idea came. A fun one.

#when your crush finally pays attention to you and you get that big puppy smile on your face