#lukeblurb

The breeze felt cold against Luke’s rosy cheeks as he stared at the city lights, bottle of whiskey in his hand ready to warm him up. He watched the people walk along the pavement; watched the seemingly small cars drive down congested motorways; watched the traffic lights change from green to red to green again; watched the restaurants and shops close down for the night. He watched everyone else live their normal and mundane lives; wondering what the hell he had been doing with his for the past few months. He turned away from the window with a defeated sigh, taking a couple steps forwards before crashing down on his king-sized bed. He watched the whiskey spill onto her side of the duvet too.

‘Her side.’ Luke mentally scolded himself for thinking that, knowing well that both sides now belonged to him. The green mug she just always had to have for her morning coffee, his. The bright paintings she had excitedly bought to decorate and bring life to the apartment’s walls, his. The striped cushion on the sofa that she often held against her chest, silently claiming it as her own, his. And despite all of the times he had reminded himself over and over that she was gone, he couldn’t stop thinking of their lives as intertwined.

Petunia padded into the room and climbed onto the bed, settling her body beneath the arm he had raised for her to do so. Luke stroked her back in hopes to bring her the comfort she so effortlessly brought him. He was grateful for Petunia. He grabbed her pillow, slightly disappointed because it no longer carried the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo, and rested beneath his head for comfort. Petunia nuzzled herself against him, earning a kiss to the top of her head.

The apartment was silent and Luke hated it. He missed the noise that came with her. Her footsteps around the house; the loud chatter from the tv shows she used to watch in the living room, claiming she needed to be able to hear the most subtle of sounds to get the full experience of the scene. Her laughter down the hallway. Her voice telling him to dance with her in the kitchen. Instead, all he could hear was the traffic coming from the window he had forgotten to shut.

Luke finally got up to close it, fed up of the cold he was letting into his home. He grabbed his phone to play a song, any song, to finally rid the room of the silence that tormented him. In a moment of rash irrationality, Luke found himself dialing her number instead. The palms of his hands felt clammier by the second as he listened to the phone ring repeatedly. His chest filled with a nervous swarm of butterflies as he heard her voice tell him to ‘leave a message after the beep,’ the first time he had heard her speak in the year he had spent without her.

I had to make it this title I’m so sorry 😂

Word count: 1,121

Fluff w/ an ounce of angst- mainly fluff.

(gif not mine, creds to owner)

The sun started to peak in at the little crack in the curtains. I heard Piggy running into the room and I giggle a little at her paws being so loud. I look over to see Luke still asleep, he was on his stomach and his head was turned toward me; his breathing was a little loud and the curls fell on his face.

I put on some jogging pants and one of Luke’s shirts. I brush my teeth quickly and throw my hair in a bun. “C’mon Piggy, let's go get some breakfast for daddy.” I say as we go down the stairs, I grab her leash and we head out of the door.

I was lucky to live in LA with Luke because there are juice stores that allow (friendly) dogs inside because they don’t cause disturbances when they come in. Plus, the store is so fast for getting everything made that there’s no time for the dogs to act out.

“Piggy, you look so happy.” I say as I aide her in getting in the car. She was panting and her tongue was stuck out sideways. She licks my hands quickly and then I close the door. I run around and get in the driver seat, I back out and drive into town.

“Piggy, here’s your daddy and uncles on the radio.” I turn the radio up a little as Youngblood played. She wasn’t even phased because she was staring out the window intensely.

When I put the car in park she finally looked over to me, I walk around and help her out. She continued to trot inside like the little princess she is. I grabbed Luke’s favorite morning bowl that had all the fruits he loved. I grabbed the stress reliever and energy boosting juices for the both of us.

The girl on the register recognized me and asked for a picture of the three of us (that meant petunia ofc) and I happily obliged but also apologized for looking like trash.

She hands me the sack of our items and I let Petunia lead the way back to the car. She looked so happy to be out so I take her to the park that’s a mile from our house.

She rolled in the grass for a while and expected tummy rubs, but once more dogs showed up she was ready to go.

I help her in the car and finish the drive to our house. I grab the bag and get a hold on her leash, we both were glad to be back home at this point. When I walked in I could see Luke pacing the living room, Petunia automatically bounces her way over to him. I saw him pulling at his curls so it must’ve been important.

I quickly put everything on the coffee table, I grab his arm softly. “Luke babe, what’s wrong?” I ask and he sniffles. Fuck, I hated to see him cry, it always ended up making me cry. He doesn’t say anything and turns his back on me.

“Lu, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what has gotten into you.” I sooth and he just shudders a little. Petunia licks at his exposed legs and she seems to know that something is up too.

He continued to stay quiet so I did the only thing I knew he likes when he is like this: I wrap my arms around him tightly, resting my head against the space in between his shoulder blades. I slowly start to feel the shuddering come to a halt and he slowly turns around.

His eyes were brimmed with tears and looked drastically red, it hurt my heart to seem him so shook up. “Baby, please just talk to me.” I plead and guide him to sit on the couch with me.

“I had a nightmare that you left me and ended up taking Piggy with you, so when I woke up to an empty bed with no Piggy padding around, I felt so lost. Like my nightmare was coming true because I knew that you weren’t coming back.” He spoke with such a low voice that I hardly caught all that he said.

“Luke I would never leave you like that nor would I take your dog. I am sorry that I didn’t at least leave a note but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t even want to wake you up at all. You looked so cute and sound asleep. So, I went into town to get us some breakfast and took Piggy to the park for about 10 minutes.” I explain where I was at and he rubbed his tears away on his long-sleeved shirt.

He seemed to understand and process what I was saying, I caught him looking at the bag that clearly states what store I went to.

I grab his face and push a few stay curls out of his eyes, then wiped the rest of the tears off. “Lu, you know I love you more than anything and I never meant to make you scared. I am so sorry that you had a nightmare and I wasn’t here to help. I love you, babe.” I rubbed his cheeks softly and he engulfed me in a big hug.

“You said I look cute when I sleep.” He mumbles into my neck and I roll my eyes. “After all that I have said, that is what you picked up on?” I question and he chuckles into my neck; his stubble causing me to laugh because it was ticklish. “I heard everything you said and I appreciate you so dearly. I’m sorry to make you worry and to be stressed out over me.” He mutters back.

“Welllll,” I exaggerate as I lean forward to get the bag, “I brought drinks just for that.” I finish and hand him the stress reliever juice.

“Hm, you know me so well.” He hums out and put the drink in the bag again. I start to scrunch up my nose in confusion but then soon let out a squeal when he threw me over his shoulder. “Let me down this instant.” I proclaim while giggling. “Nope, I didn’t get a proper morning cuddle when I awoke, so we will drink juice and cuddle all fucking morning.” He started up the stairs and I can feel my heart rate pick up in fear as he effortlessly carried me.

The apartment seemed oddly silent for a Thursday night, Luke noted, kicking off his shoes at the door. He tended to come home to you watching TV in the living room, class notes and textbooks spread out on the small coffee table, a cup of tea in your hands. Sometimes he was greeted with the sound of you singing in the shower, the music and running water not managing to conceal your voice entirely. Not that you knew. Instead he was met with silence.

He knew for a fact you were home, for your slippers were missing from the shoe rack and light was peeking underneath your bedroom door. And yet, the house felt empty. Desolate. Alone.

Luke quietly approaches the bedroom, slowly pushing open the door and peeking his head in. Your head snapped towards the door at the sudden noise, face looking stricken for a moment as you realised it was Luke. He was shocked at the state he found you in; shoulders shaking, cheeks wet.

“Baby,” he murmured quietly, taken aback by your tearful face. Hearing his broken voice made your bottom lip quiver, face crumpling up as hot tears resumed their journey. You had barely reached your hand out for Luke before he was rushing to kneel in front of you. His uncertain hands moved to lace with yours, thumbs softly stroking the back of them as he pulled one up to his lips to press kisses to your knuckles. They then travelled up to your cheeks, gently brushing away the tears that continued to fall. Cradling your face in his hands, Luke started placing various soft yet quick kisses to your lips and cheeks, murmuring “it’s okay” and “I’m here” between each peck. This only made you cry more, overwhelmed by the amount of love you felt at that moment. Luke’s brows could only furrow in confusion at your reaction to his comforting kisses, until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hold your boyfriend tightly against your chest.