#juke prompts

[onlygenxhere]

For the writing prompts: "I hate when people ask me to explain my thought process. Like hell if I know."

Whichever characters you so desire!

“Mr. Patterson!” The reporter yelled over the crowd.

“Luke.” He grinned as he stepped closer to the mic.

“Luke.” She smiled back at him. “This is the band’s third platinum album. A huge success by any standards.”

He smiled and waved as fans screamed his name from behind the barriers. “Thanks, it was a group effort.”

“Well, that’s just it.” She leaned forward, putting the microphone closer to his face. “You are the lead writer on every song but two on this last album and you’re still listed as a contributor on those.”

Luke nodded.

“What inspires you? How do you write such amazing songs? What’s your thought process?”

"I hate when people ask me to explain my thought process.” He laughed. “Like hell if I know."

The interviewer laughed but stayed leaning toward him. He was going to have to say something. God he hated this part of going to an awards show. Even when he and the band were up for this many awards.

“As far as how it’s like I said. It’s a group effort.” He looked down the reception line spotting Alex with Willie a few reporters away. Reggie and Carrie were already out of sight. He hated that they couldn’t stay together but their manager liked them to talk to as many people as possible and they could cover more ground if they split up.

“As far as what inspires me.” He glanced over at Julie talking to the reporter next to him before turning back to the reporter with his best camera-ready smile. At least Julie stayed close. It was always hard to know what to say when it came to her, because she was the answer. Had been the answer since the beginning.

But that was a secret to everyone but their family.

“Life is inspiring.” He spread his arms wide. “A song can be found anywhere, in anyone. You just have to know where to look.”

“Thank you Mr. Patterson.”

“Luke.” He winked and chided the reporter again.  

He felt a hand on his arm as he turned away. Julie smiled up at him as her hand slid into his. “Ready to go in rockstar?”

He laughed and waved at the reporter and the crowd behind her as she led him down the red carpet. They paused for pictures with the rest of the band and he couldn’t help leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Next time we have to do this I’m not talking. It’s stressful.”

“It’s because you can’t keep a secret to save you life,” she said through a grin.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not, but we promised Andi we’d make a proper announcement.”

“Fine.” Luke leaned into Julie’s hair practically feeling the blush on her cheeks. “Mrs. Patterson.”

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[thedeathdeelers]

IF YOU INSIST-

"Objectively, Luke was very well aware he was an intangible, invisible ghost, but honestly, he didn't care and really wanted to show off his skills to beat Nick and impress Julie."

In retrospect he probably shouldn’t have acted so rashly — but there was just something about that kid and the way he looked at Julie that just…annoyed him.

But back to the present..

“Julie…why did your hologram bandmate just pop up and play a guitar solo for us? In the middle of class?” Mrs. Harrison asked, slowly turning to Julie who was sat shellshocked in the back row.

“Um- I-“ Julie stuttered, her ability to lie on the spot failing her yet again.

“Sorry Mrs. H!” Flynn jumps in. “I was testing out the new uh- the new model and didn’t realise Luke was practicing on the other side!” Flynn starts laughing, clapping her hands a few times before looking around and slowly sitting back down next to Julie.

“Right…”

Mrs. Harrison throws another wary look at both girls before turning back around to face the rest of the class, clapping her hands to get their attention back on Nick.

Nick who was standing at the front of the class still waiting to finish his guitar solo.

Nick who was staring hopelessly at Julie — the same Julie who was definitely no longer paying any attention to him or his guitar playing.

Luke couldn’t help but snicker at the look on the boy’s face, but quickly schooled his expression when he remembered the angry girl sitting next to him.

He turns back around to face her, and even though she was trying to keep the frown on her face, he could see her cheeks turning slightly rosy under her warm complexion, and a smile fighting to make its presence known on her lips.

Hah.

Suck it, Nick.

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[writerownstory]

14 ("Across the room smiles") or 16 ("The “I’m in love with you and can’t stop grinning like an idiot” smile ") for the cute smiles juke prompts, please. :) (Can't decide. Both are too good.)

this was requested way too long ago but I’ve been in a severe writing slump so it took me too long 🥲 anyway, these prompts are from this post by @me-writes-prompts !! I thought I wanted to take requests but I quickly found out I do not have the bandwidth 😅 so here is a cute lil juke fic in the meantime! it is a mess but it is Juke so oh well. I also couldn’t choose one prompt so I did both and that’s why this is so long 😌

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Julie would never get tired of this.

The sound of different voices overlapping and lots of laughter filled the room. She watched as her dad showed Willie the various features in his newest camera, Willie listening with rapt attention.

In the kitchen, Tía was bustling around and giving Reggie instructions as he tried to keep up with the many years of cooking some of the best meals Julie has ever tasted under her belt.

Flynn and Carlos were setting the table together, chatting about who knows what.

It’s become a tradition to spend their birthdays all together. One they’ve carried since they were kids—lost teenagers just trying to make it big in the music industry. Back when Julie met Luke, Reggie and Alex and they immediately became part of the Molina family which already consisted of her Dad, Carlos, Victoria and Flynn. Flynn introduced Alex to Willie and their family was pretty close to complete.

The warm rush of love that flooded her system was something she never got tired of.

And now as she watched their family get ready for her birthday dinner, Julie couldn’t be happier with the way her life was turning out.

She watched as Luke walked into the dining room, tapped Carlos on his left shoulder as he passed him, and swiped his finger through the frosting on the cake tía made.

Just as Luke successfully licked the frosting off his finger, Carlos caught on to Luke’s antics and it turned into both boys trying to put the other in a headlock.

Flynn rolled her eyes and continued setting the table but Julie could see a small, fond smile grace her face.

Luke ended up overpowering the younger boy, much to Carlos’s dismay but they both laughed as Luke let him get back to his task. It was when he took a step back and Julie could tell he was also surveying the room and the people he loved all in one space, that his eyes finally caught hers.

His smile is bright and soft at the same time, lighting up his features and simultaneously making her insides turn to mush.

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio,” Victoria called from the kitchen. “Your father and I need you in the kitchen, por favor.”

Julie felt her cheeks burn. She glanced back at Luke, his smile turning amused and he shot her a wink as she made her way into the kitchen.

But the light and airy feeling she got from Luke quickly dissipated when she saw her dad and aunt bent together talking seriously. It’s eerily reminiscent of a time she was still all too familiar with, the day her parents sat her down to tell her Rose was sick.

“Papí? What’s going on?”

“Julie! Nothing, mija,” Ray startled, waving a hand in the air. “We just wanted to talk with you.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course, sobrina,” Victoria assured her. “We’re just so proud of you and the woman you’ve become.”

“You’ve grown up so beautifully, and I know your mom would be so proud of you too,” Ray agreed. “Especially in the way you’ve formed a band with the boys and created a wonderful life for yourself.”

Julie nodded, their words comforting but also making her heart ache at the reminder of the many milestones her mother didn’t get to see. Where were they going with this?

“And we couldn’t be happier for you, that you’ve found such a wonderful partner in Luke,” Victoria said.

She smiled at the mention of Luke. “I’m glad you feel that way.” Julie glanced back and forth between them, still not quite sure what was going on. “Where are you two going with this?” It wasn’t entirely out of character for them to be saying any of this, but it seemed almost out of nowhere.

“Mija it’s your birthday, can’t your old dad get a little emotional?” Ray teased.

“My birthday was a few days ago,” she corrected with a teasing smile before she pulled them both into a hug. “I love you guys…. even when you act weird.”

They both chuckled before Julie pulled back and a hand sliding into place on the small of her back made her jump.

She turned to see Luke waiting for her, eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t decipher. “Hey Jules. Follow me?” He slipped his hand into hers without waiting for an answer (it was always yes and he knew that) and led her through the door to the backyard.

“Luke, what’s going on?”

“Have I told you how insanely talented I think you are?”

“Only when you’re deflecting,” she shot back, and the shit eating grin he sent her should’ve annoyed her, but it only made butterflies swoop in her belly.

“You mean you don’t want to write in the studio the way we used to?”

Julie raised a curious brow at him even as they continued to walk through the yard toward the gate that led to the garage turned studio. “Oh yeah? And what song are you working on?”

“A really special one,” he told her over his shoulder as they walked through the gate and made their way down the stairs. “I want your opinion on it.”

Julie remembered the countless times they made this exact walk as teenagers, when Luke would rush into her room or even up to her locker at school going on excitedly about a song or an idea he had.

Or the many times she snuck out here in high school because she knew Luke was taking refuge in the studio, away from his parents and the constant arguing that plagued their home.

Or any time he met her out there, all the band practices they had, writing sessions like he’d just mentioned, or when she missed her mom so much, Luke would bring her out here to cuddle up and talk or nap together. She always felt closest to her mom in the studio and to share so many wonderful memories of Luke and the boys there meant so much to her.

It truly was a magical, happy place for Julie and for their relationship.

Despite this, when they finally reached the doors and Luke pulled them open, Julie’s jaw still dropped in shock.

Twinkling lights were strung from the ceiling, just barely touching the chairs hanging from the ceiling. White sheets were draped around the studio to cover the walls, with numerous candles and flower petals scattered across every surface creating a warm glow from inside.

It was the most beautiful the studio had ever looked in her memory. She walked further inside, still in awe that Luke did it. It must’ve taken him so long to set it all up and find the time in between their recording schedule to sneak out here and put it together.

Julie turned toward the man in question only to find him down on one knee. “Luke,” she breathed, her hand covering her mouth. She shouldn’t be surprised. They’d both discussed marriage and their future and both agreed they wanted that together. She just didn’t think it was happening now.

He gently took her free hand and squeezed. “Julie, I have loved you since the minute I saw you sitting in the back of Harrison’s class sophomore year. And then you immediately called me out because I didn’t recognize a Paramore song another kid was performing.”

She giggled at the memory, remembering her outrage that Luke couldn’t identify Misery Business. “How can you be in a pop rock band if you don’t know Paramore??”

“I know now!” His eyes sparkled with amusement that matched her own. “Little did I know then that as soon as we became friends, it was over for me. You have made me a better person, a better writer and a better musician and I hope to continue to do the same for you. I can’t imagine living out my dreams with anyone else.” Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, carefully opening it to reveal a familiar, simple princess cut diamond ring.

It was her mother’s ring, glittering in the light of the studio and as beautiful as Julie remembered.

Her eyes flickered from the ring to Luke’s face. “How did you… where did you get this?” Even as the words left her mouth, she already knew the answer.

“Your dad said you’ve been eyeing this ring since you were old enough to talk,” Luke said as he plucked it from the box and held it up to her. “He knew your mom would want you to have it now.”

Julie felt tears prick the corner of her eyes, her grief attempting to make itself known once again. If only her mom was here, waiting inside the house with the rest of her family to celebrate with them. To plan the wedding, calm her nerves the day off, walk her down the aisle with her dad. But Julie knew her mom would be there with her, just like she always was. “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” Rose would always tell her.

Her dad and tía’s behavior suddenly made sense too. Why hadn’t she realized sooner??? She could be upset with Flynn for not clueing her in sooner…

But how could she feel anything but bone crushing, all consuming love for the man in front of her?

“I know you miss your mom, Jules,” he said, as if to prove the point she hadn’t even voiced out loud. “I know you wish she were here, and I do too. But the best I can do is to bring you here where I know you feel closest to her.”

Luke was her musical partner, her co-writer, her rock, her best friend, her comfort, and her home. She wanted all of him: the good and bad and whatever life threw at them. Julie wanted Luke by her side forever, and she was sure Rose would approve.

“Julie, baby,” Luke addressed her finally. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded as a few tears escaped down her cheek. “Yes! Yes, of course, I will.”

Luke’s grew so big she was sure it had to hurt his face. He slid the ring onto her finger before standing up to cup her face. “These are happy tears, yeah?” His thumb swiped them away.

Julie laughed, albeit shaky and nodded again. “Yes, Luke.”

“Good because otherwise me kissing you in a minute is gonna be a little awkward,” he joked before leaning in to capture her lips with his own.

She pulled back after a beat, pressing her forehead to his. “I love you too, you know.”

Luke’s eyes opened, glancing at her expression before a familiar smile takes over his face once more.

“What?” she asked, a mirroring smile blooming across her face.

“I’m just so in love with you. I can’t believe how lucky I am that I’m the Julie Molina’s fiancé.”

Her responding eye roll is lost in the mess of kisses Luke presses over her face.

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s/o to the time Madi came for Charlie’s throat in a live when she was talking about Paramore and he had no idea 😂

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio” = Stop looking at your boyfriend

[willowfae82]

imagine: your OTP(s), in their canon-proper universe, wearing heelies and acting like it's completely normal.

write it, if you want to, cause i wanna read it.

[sunjaesol]

#23 gives off such strong juke wedding cake ceremony vibes i want to CRY

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating

(brother's best friend au)

Julie's eyes scrolled over the peanut butter chocolate chip cookie recipe: all-purpose flour, baking soda, baking powder, sea salt, unsalted butter, peanut butter, sugar, eggs, vanilla, chocolate chips.

LF Performing Arts High School had a bake sale tomorrow, and Julie had uncharacteristically forgotten about it until Kayla sent her a reminder. She was just so busy with assignments and piano lessons, that cookies were the last thing on her mind.

Julie was stubborn, however, and refused to relent and buy a box of cookies from the grocery store. She was better than that. Dumping the dry ingredients into a large bowl, she started folding them together.

Upstairs, a bark of laughter erupted from Reggie's bedroom. As always, her brother had invited Luke over. He basically lived here at this point. Reggie became friends with Luke in their Freshman Year, when Julie was in Eighth Grade, and hadn't left each other's side since. They were seventeen now. Alex Mercer often joined them, but it was always Reggie and Luke.

Blocks of softened butter and eggs fell into the flowery mess. Grabbing the mixer, Julie blended it into a smooth dough, adding the rest of the ingredients in the end. Few curls had fallen out of her bun. Aggravated, her lips pressed together as she puffed and kept them away from the mixture.

By the time her fingers clung with cookie dough, molding it into discs, the boys ran downstairs.

"Julie," Reggie called, gliding into the kitchen, "Dad's asked me to pick up Carlos from baseball. Can you do it?"

Her brows raised and held up her hands. "What do you think?"

Her brother groaned. Behind him, Luke appeared and hoisted himself up on the free space of the kitchen island. He eyed the sheet of cookies curiously, though didn't say anything. Julie's gaze lingered on him for a prolonged beat before she forced herself to address Reggie.

"It's literally not that big of a deal," she argued. "You know I have the sale tomorrow. And I picked up Carlos last week."

"I have Luke over."

"Luke's always over."

"That's true." Luke chimed in, much to Reggie's dismay. The boy looked at his friend as though he'd committed treason. Julie hid her smile behind a loose curl, amused. "C'mon, man, I'll be okay here. I'll do homework, or something."

Reggie snorted. "Sure." It seemed resolved, though, and he grabbed the car keys from the counter. They jingled around his finger. "I'll be back in a snap!"

Luke and Julie waved goodbye at her brother. The moment the front door closed and silence encased the house, did her heart rate tick up. Peeking at Luke, she already found him staring at her.

The effect of having Luke over all the time, of having him be Reggie's closest friend, was that he also got to know Julie. Breakfasts, dinners, school hallways, car rides, trips to the movies, concerts. They became close as well. Only... Reggie didn't know that.

So close, in fact, that they kissed a couple months ago at a Carrie Wilson house party. In a dark hallway. For, like, thirty minutes straight. And then they continued doing that several times afterwards.

Julie knew it was typical of her: of course she had a thing for her brother's best friend.

(How could she not? He had dreamy green eyes and fluffy brown hair and a perfect smile and he wore sleeveless shirts and played the guitar the same way he spoke to her: impassioned and electric.)

Luke hopped off the island and slid beside her, tucking a curl behind her ear. "It smells good."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Have you tasted it yet?"

She shot him a strange look. "Of course you're the type of person to eat raw dough."

"C'mon," he drawled, looming over her with an infuriating grin. Anticipation swarmed in her stomach, her hands at her sides to refrain from touching him. "You're not even curious?"

"I know it's good. I've made the recipe before."

Sticking out his index finger, he went for the bowl. She slapped it away.

"Jules!" he exclaimed, scandalised.

"This is for the bake sale!" she chastised, but her voice was light and teasing. Jules, she loved that nickname. "If you want to taste, use a spoon."

With a roll of the eye, he moved around her and opened the cutlery drawer, grabbing a spoon and finally dipping it into the dough. Julie continued pressing the remainders into the baking sheet, perfect circles lining each other like soldiers. From the corner of her eye, she watched Luke taste it.

He hummed, pleased, and directed the spoon to her. It still had a dollop of dough on it. "You try."

It honestly sucked keeping their attraction a secret. They weren't in a relationship, but acted like a real couple when they were alone. They texted until she fell asleep, he snuck excerpts of unfinished songs in her locker to know out what she thought of it, she conveniently did her homework at the diner he worked at. It was almost perfect it hurt. Julie didn't want to upset Reggie and Luke didn't want to lose his best friend.

So, she took the chances as they popped up. Like now.

Pushing his hand aside, she stretched on her tiptoes and kissed him. The spoon clattered on the island, his arms instantly curling around her to keep her pressed against him. Her mouth puckered into a smile at the taste of cookie dough on his tongue. Giggling, she tilted her head back and felt him chase her, nose bumping against her chin.

"You taste like peanut butter," she laughed.

Luke smiled, "You always eat PB&J sandwiches, so that's a win to me."

There was something tender in his gaze as he said it. The words were casual, but his intent gaze and soft tone made her feel weak in the knees. God, she liked him. She really really liked him and his stupid comments.

He kissed her again and again, until she reminded him in a haze that she had to finish her cookies. Luke didn't take that as a hint to give her space. Instead, he hugged her from behind and watched from over her shoulder as she prepared the last of the dough into discs. It felt like a move plucked straight from the 90s rom-coms she and Flynn liked to watch.

Finally, Julie placed the tray into the oven. Had they been aware of the time, they would know that out of rush hour, it wouldn't take Reggie that long to pick up Carlos from practice. But kissing Luke — being with Luke — made her mind deliciously empty.

The front door swung open.

"Whoa."

The couple jumped apart in fright and whipped their heads to the sound. It was Carlos. The boy stared at them with his eyes wide like saucers, equal amounts aghast and disgusted. "What the heck."

Julie shot towards him with her hands clasped together. "Carlos, I'm begging you, do not tell Reggie. You didn't see anything."

Her tween brother was a menace, though, and raised a cocky brow. "Lemme think... no."

Julie groaned, considered the idea of murdering her little brother, and almost acted on it, when Luke jumped in to help. With a dazzling smile, he said: "Carlos, I'll play League Of Legends with you if you don't say something."

"Say what?" Reggie walked through the door, oblivious to what had just transpired.

Carlos' mischievous expression turned innocent and toothy. "Luke's gonna play League Of Legends with me!"

Julie's eyes closed in relief. Thank God her brother couldn't resist bargaining. Luke's hand, that had found its way on the small of Julie's back, fell to his side. She already missed it.

"Oh!" Reggie appeared surprised. "That's cool of you, buddy."

Luke shrugged. His cheeks were red. "No big deal."

"I'm, um." Her voice sounded strained, not her own, rather one of a girl that has lied to her brother for months about the boy she was kissing just moments ago. "I'm gonna— go. To the studio."

Reg eyed her strangely. "You okay?"

"Yep." Julie put her thumbs up. "I ate some of the batter and I'm feeling a little woozy, so, um—" Gaze flitting from a guilty Luke to a confused Reggie and smug Carlos, she left her sentence open-ended and beelined to the studio.

God, liking her brother's best friend might be the best and worst decision of her life.

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[1mnobodywhoareyou]

All of these are SO good. I'm going with

25. Hi hungry, I'm dad. For you.

I know you don't mind a kid fic and this feels kid-like.

Well. Uhm. *clears throat* Nearly 2k later... (This probably isn’t very surprising but if you ask for a kid fic from me right now without otherwise qualifying, you’re gonna get Bex Verse 😅 hope that’s cool!)

Reggie opens the door to the bathroom, stepping into the hall just as Alex walks past.

Alex stops and does a double take. He takes two steps backward and stands in front of Reggie, confused. 

“What?” Reggie asks, his own brow furrowing in confusion but there are inklings of a grin undercutting it.

Alex brings his hand up to Reggie’s face which is sporting much more hair on it than normal. He rubs his thumb across Reggie’s cheek. 

“You like it?”

Alex hums, “It’s… new. Unexpected.” He leans down and plants a kiss on Reggie’s mouth. 

Reggie grins into his returning kiss. 

Alex pulls away. “What?”

“Well, I used to hate facial hair, but then it grew on me.”

Alex gapes at him, trying to catch up to Reggie’s words. He rolls his eyes when he does. “Is this exclusively for the bit?” He runs his fingers over the stubble again before dropping his hand.

Reggie shrugs, “I don’t know yet. Thought it couldn’t hurt to try something new.”

Alex hums thoughtfully before stopping down to drop another soft kiss to Reggie’s lips. “Okay, well breakfast is almost ready.”

“Mmm,” Reggie enthuses, “Sunday brunch. The best! I’ll be right there.”

Reggie ducks past Alex toward his room.

Alex shakes his head after him. He makes his way back to the dining room. He hands Bex the dishes to set around the table, straightening up the silverware behind her. 

“I can do it, Daddy!” she exclaims defiantly. 

He holds his hands up defensively. “Right! Right, sorry Bex. You’re doing a great job. Daddy will keep his hands to himself.”

Willie scoffs with amusement from the kitchen, “Yeah, okay.”

Alex turns to glare at them causing Luke to snicker.

“Everyone’s a critic,” he mumbles, dropping into his chair.

Willie brings out the pancake keeper and sets it on the table. “Not complaining, Hotdog. I like it when you share your hands,” they say softly as they drop a kiss to Alex’s cheek. 

Alex feels a blush rise up his cheeks. He reaches out to grab Willie’s wrist as they walk away, pulling them back in. “A real one, please?” he asks, puckering his lips at Willie. 

Willie obliges with a laugh, leaning down to kiss Alex again. 

“Nomy!” Bex cries impatiently from where she’d taken her seat, “I’m hungry!”

“Hi hungry, I’m Papa,” Reggie says as he enters the room. 

Everyone turns to look at him. Bex groans and rolls her eyes in the best approximation of Alex she’s capable of. 

“What’s on your face?” Luke asks Reggie as he sets a plate of bacon on the table. 

Reggie rubs his hand over his face, “You like it?”

Luke shrugs, “I think you’d know by now that I have no opinions on things like this.” He sits in his spot next to Bex, reaching for the pancakes and plopping one onto her plate.

Willie hums thoughtfully. “I do.”

Reggie beams at them before walking around the table. He wraps his arms around Bex, nuzzling her with his now-scratchy cheeks. “Good morning, Munchkin.”

Bex squeals and pushes him away, “It’s too scratchy, Papa.”

Reggie wrinkles his nose at her but lets her go. He drops into the chair on Bex’s other side. “Where’s Julie?”

“She’s coming,” Luke answers as he adds bacon to his and Bex’s plates. He passes the food over her to Reggie when he’s done.

Reggie dishes himself up. He turns to Bex, “Do you want help cutting your pancake?” he asks her.

Bex shakes her head, “No, I can do it!” She grips her fork and butter knife and works to tear her pancake apart. 

Alex chuckles from across the table. “Today’s an independent day,” he tells Reggie. 

“Well good,” Reggie confirms, “Bex is a big girl and can do big girl things!”

They hear the door open and close.

“Hi Auntie Julie!” Bex calls as she continues to fight with her food.

“Mornin’ Bex,” Julie replies from the kitchen. “Where’s the coffee?”

“Already on the table, boss!” Luke tells her.

Julie sighs as she walks to the table. She kisses Luke and sits at the head of the table, across from Reggie and between Luke and Willie. “You’re amazing, thank you.”

Luke smiles at her, “Anything for you, Julie.”

Bex and Reggie share an amused look but don’t say anything. 

The pancakes had made their way around the table and Willie offers them to Julie. She puts her hand up in refusal. “I know you guys put a lot of work into Sunday brunch but I’m honestly just gonna make a piece of toast for now.” She cups her coffee mug in both hands, “After some coffee.”

Reggie giggles and the table looks at him curiously. “How does Darth Vader like his toast?” he asks. 

Bex sighs, “Papa, that’s not even a new one! I already know the answer.”

He props his elbows on the table and leans down so he’s at face level with her. “Well, what is it then?” he challenges.

She rolls her eyes as she stabs a chunk of pancake, “On the Dark Side.”

“That’s my girl,” Reggie beams at her. He ruffles her hair and she brushes him off with a glare. He sits back up to dig into his own food, the pleased expression never leaving his face. 

Willie eyes him and turns to Alex. “Is this going to be a thing today?” they ask in an exaggerated whisper.

Alex sighs, “Apparently.”

Julie watches the scene with amusement as she sips at her coffee. 

Reggie looks around the table, “Y’all just don’t know how to have fun.”

“I do so!” Bex exclaims emphatically. 

“Yeah?” he counters.

“Yeah!”

“Prove it.”

Bex drops her eyes to her plate, stabbing another piece of food, “I don’t feel like it right now.”

Reggie laughs. 

“I’ve got one,” Julie says.

“Hit me,” Reggie answers, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward in rapt attention.

She reaches out to grab a piece of bacon. “Why did the physicist and the biologist break up?”

Luke turns to her, a bit starry-eyed - as he often is when it comes to Julie, “Why?”

Julie grins, “Because they had no chemistry.” She bites a chunk off of the strip in her hand.

“Nice! Nerd joke with potential poly-humour. You can stay,” Reggie states.

“Thanks, I plan to,” Julie winks at Luke who blushes. He reaches out to place his free hand on her thigh.

“I don’t get it,” Bex whispers to Reggie. 

“You will when you’re older,” he tells her sympathetically.

Bex’s face falls into a pout, “Everything fun’s always for when I’m older.”

Reggie’s eyes twinkle with amusement when he crouches down to her again. “I’m sure we can find something fun for today’s Bex!” he assures her.

“Doubt it,” she says pitifully.

“You’ll see, Bexi-boo. You’ll see.”

She wrinkles her nose at the nickname. 

He puts a hand on hers, “Hey, no sads on Sundays.”

“Why not?”

“Because yesterday was the sadder-day,” he replies, matter-of-fact.

Alex coughs out a laugh. “How long have you been sitting on that one, Reginald?”

Reggie beams at him and mimes zipping his lips closed. “That’s for me to know and you to not.” He leans back toward Bex conspiratorially. “I like telling Dad jokes… Sometimes he laughs.”

Julie snorts as she laughs. 

“I think you missed,” Bex whispers to Reggie. “That’s Auntie, not Daddy.”

The table erupts into laughter and Bex beams proudly.

They finish their meal, exchanging barbs and ridiculous jokes as they eat. 

As Alex and Julie clear the table, Reggie grabs Bex by the hand and pulls her into the living room. “You ready for today’s fun?” he asks. 

She eyes him doubtfully but nods. 

Reggie grins and connects his phone to the speakers, navigating to his newest “Happy Day” playlist.

The sound of Baha Men starts playing on their sound system.

“Is this your old man music?” Bex asks, hands on her hips and unimpressed.

Reggie turns an offended look on her, “I am NOT old!”

She levels him with an unimpressed stare.

“Yes, it is,” he concedes. “Dance with me, Bexi-boo!”

She glares at him but lets her body move to the music.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Reggie cheers as he joins her, singing along, “oh-oh-oh-oh makes me want to dance.”

He scoops her up and spins them around the room. “Oh-oh-oh-oh best days of our lives.”

Bex erupts into giggles while they move.

Luke and Willie watch from the other side of the room with amusement. 

“What’s up with him today?” Luke asks. It’s not unusual for Reggie to be happy and peppy but today seems like he’s taken it to the next level.

Willie shrugs, “I honestly have no clue. But I’m gonna enjoy it while it lasts.” They shimmy over to where Reggie and Bex are dancing and wrap their arms around them. 

The trio move together in an awkward dance. Bex pushes them apart and demands to be set down. Reggie obliges and she continues dancing solo. Willie grabs Reggie and starts spinning him around the room. 

Luke’s not sure how long he watches them for when he feels an arm snake around his waist. He lifts his arm up and draps it around Julie’s shoulders.

“You made a pretty great little family,” Julie says as she settles into his side. 

“I don’t think I deserve the credit for that,” he tells her with a smile but he can’t help but agree. 

Julie hums, “Well, you didn’t do nothing.” She tilts her face up to him and he leans down to give her a kiss. 

Bex’s voice startles them out of their moment. “Julie! Luke! Daddy! Come dance!” she calls.

Julie and Luke laugh and make their way over to where the dance party is happening. They push the furniture out of the way to make more room and join in. 

“What’s gotten into you today, Reg?” Alex laughs as he’s pulled in by Willie and Reggie.

Reggie shrugs, “Just feel good. I never could have dreamed that this would be our life. I guess I just woke up grateful for what we’ve got.”

Alex pulls Reggie in for a tight hug, his eyes suspiciously wet. “Love you, Reg.”

“Love you too,” Reggie says into Alex’s chest.

Alex reaches out for Willie and Luke, pulling them in close too. 

Bex stops dancing, taking in her family. She exchanges a look with Julie who smiles knowingly at her.

She clears her through harshly and the guys jump apart. “No family hugs without me!” she declares, hands on her hips. 

Reggie laughs and crouches down to her level. “Well, come on then!”

She lets herself be picked up and hugs Reggie’s neck tightly. Luke, Alex, and Willie wrap the pair back up.

Julie watches them fondly, a massive smile on her face.

They break apart slightly a moment later and Luke holds his arm out to Julie. “Get in here,” he says.

She lets out a soft chuckle and obliges, letting the mass of arms and love of this family surround her.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

The first time julie says a Spanish endearment to luke, he blushes and gets flustered, and keeps repeating it in his head. When he’s alone, he writes it down in the last page of his notebook. And every new Spanish endearment that Julie calls him, it goes in his list. During Ray and Luke’s bonding time, he would ask ray the meanings of these endearments, and ray would just get hit by the fact that his daughter was crazy in love with this boy, and he’s never seen luke be so excited about something when he wasn’t on stage.

A few months later, luke writes a song for julie, using the Spanish endearment, and tells her that he may not know another language, but he knows the intimacy and love in the endearments are almost as much as his love for her.

Julie would not be the only one crying when he sings the song to her.

[caswellseyes]

aaaaa that prompt list !!!! "“you said you wanted to talk?" “yeah…it can wait, though. enjoy your date.”" for juke? 👀💕

yess they're such good prompts!! and i love this one for juke, ty for sending it in!! <3

“you said you wanted to talk?" “yeah…it can wait, though. enjoy your date.” (juke, 1.1k)

Living with Julie Molina is both the best and worst thing that ever happened to Luke.

On one hand, Julie is an excellent roommate. She’s tidy and doesn’t leave stuff lying around. She knows how to cook and doesn’t tend to burn stuff and cause the fire alarm to go off at all times, unlike Luke’s previous roommate. She barely has guests over, and when she does, she always lets Luke know beforehand. Luke does his best to mimic her behaviour, and as a result, they’re both pretty content with their arrangement after a few months. Julie is the perfect roommate, really.

On the other hand, Luke is also completely, entirely, hopelessly in love with Julie, and, well. It complicates things.

These past few months, Luke has been alternating between gratitude for his perfect roommate and despair because of his perfect roommate who surely could never like him back. The perfect girl, so close yet so far away. 

But then, things changed. At least, Luke thinks they did.

Julie started staying in more often. She’d watch movies with Luke, slowly but surely moving closer throughout the night. She’d include him in her meal prep whenever she made a dish he’d complimented, and when he got out of the shower and walked around without a shirt on, her eyes would linger.

Luke himself hadn’t wanted to presume. He didn’t want to misunderstand her, confess his feelings, and find himself living on his best friend’s couch for the unforeseeable future, because finding a decent place to live on a limited budget sucked. His friends, however, seem to agree with him. Seem to think that maybe Julie likes him back. 

So, one day, after countless hours of encouragement from his friends and a pep talk he gives himself in the mirror, Luke decides to bite the bullet and go for it. He’s going to tell Julie he likes her and ask her out.

“Hey, Julie? Can we talk?” 

Luke approaches Julie when she’s in the living room. She turns around at the sound of his voice and Luke’s breath catches in his throat.

She’s wearing a short, swishy dress with flowers on it, a small bag hanging off her shoulder. Her hair, curls bouncy and shiny in a way that Luke knows takes a ton of time and effort, is pinned into a half-updo, showing off her cheekbones and dangly earrings. Her lips are painted a soft nude and her eyelashes look impossibly long.

She’s gorgeous.

She’s also very clearly going out with someone.

“Oh, hey,” she says, hand sliding up to hoist her bag further up her shoulder. “What’s up?”

“Not much,” Luke says. His brain is scrambled, torn between the impulse to scream out how beautiful Julie looks and the urge to curl up into a ball and cry. “Uh, are you going out?”

Julie nods. 

“I have a date,” she says, fiddling with her fingers. It’s one of her nervous tells. She must be really excited. “I have a couple minutes before I need to leave, though. You said you wanted to talk?” 

Luke shakes his head. There’s no way he’s doing it now, now that he has pretty clear confirmation that she doesn’t feel the same way before he’s even said a word. He’ll just make up an excuse about household chores or something later, when he no longer feels like sinking through the ground.

“Yeah…it can wait, though. Enjoy your date.”

Julie frowns. She steps closer to him, tilting her head and brushing a few curls back. 

“Hey, no, tell me now,” she pushes. “It looks like it’s important.”

“It’s fine,” Luke bites out. His face feels like it’s on fire. “It’s no big deal.”

“It looks like it’s a big deal,” Julie counters. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m not going to tell you I’m in love with you right before you leave to go on a date with someone else!”

Horrified, Luke slaps his hands over his mouth. The words had just flown out, beyond his control. Oh god, he’s ruined everything now. 

Julie stares at him.

“What?” She finally brings out, voice like a squeak.

Luke sighs. He rubs his hands over his face, then  tilts his head back and addresses the ceiling. There’s no going back now, but that doesn’t mean he has to look her in the eye for the rest of it. He can’t handle that embarrassment.

“I said I’m in love with you,” he repeats. “You’re amazing, and I- I think I love you, even though we haven’t known each other for that long. I thought you might like me back, but I’m wrong about that, I guess. Since you’re going on a date with someone else.” 

Julie giggles.

“You mean the blind date Flynn set me up with in an attempt to get me to get over you?”

Luke lowers his eyes. Julie is still in front of him, but she doesn’t look embarrassed or upset. No, she looks happy, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling.

“What?” It’s Luke’s turn to be confused.

Julie takes another step closer. She’s close enough to touch, now.

“Luke, I’ve been crushing on you since the day you moved in,” she says. “I only agreed to go on this date because Flynn convinced me it could help me get over you. But now that I know that’s not necessary, I think I’ll cancel. Maybe go out with someone else instead?”

She bites her lip. Luke impulsively reaches out and uses his thumb to tug it free. Her breath stutters.

“We could go to that diner down the street?” He suggests. “Get a slice of pie and a milkshake to share.”

Julie’s smile widens.

“You remember that?”

Luke grins. Of course he remembers the time she’d told him how romantic she thinks dates like that are, when people get a massive milkshake and drink it with two straws. It’s like something straight out of a movie, something she’s always wanted to try. And, well. Luke likes milkshakes too. He’s happy to indulge her.

“Of course I remember,” he says. He slides his hand, which was still cradling her cheek, down till he can tangle his fingers with hers. “I remember everything you’ve told me.”

Julie quirks an eyebrow at him. “Well, milkshakes and pie sounds great. But how about after that, we come back here and watch a movie, just the two of us?”

Luke is smiling so widely his cheeks hurt. His idea of the perfect date has always been simple, just spending a quiet night with the person he loves. He doesn’t even remember telling Julie that, but apparently, he has. And she’s remembered. 

“Sounds like a perfect date to me.”

When Julie leans forward to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, Luke is pretty sure she feels the same.

send me some roommates to lovers prompts!

[legolasghosty]

“Do you want a hug?", “Come on. Let’s go home.”, and “I feel like I can breathe better with you around.” for juke 💕

Julie let her foot rest on the damper pedal of the grand piano as Luke held out his last note. It sounded good.

When he stopped, she applauded. "Nice one, grab some water," she said, shooting him a smile.

"Thanks Boss," he responded, grabbing for his green plastic water bottle.

Julie shifted her music sheets around while he drank. She'd originally been wary when Ms. Harrison had asked her to give Luke voice lessons as a way to make up some of the credit she'd lost earlier in the year, but it was going better than she'd expected. Luke was stubborn and wouldn't work on anything he didn't see the value in, but he had a lot of passion and clearly wanted to improve. He was so full of life and energy, and at least 99% of it was all focused on music.

"That felt great," Luke exclaimed, capping his water bottle and giving Julie a wide grin. "Much better than in class earlier. You're amazing, Julie."

Julie felt her cheeks warming and ducked her head before Luke could notice. Okay, so maybe she wasn't totally immune to his smile and his arms and how, when they were alone for his lessons, all of his passion for music seemed focused solely on her.

"Or maybe you just don't pay attention during warmups in class," she teased, giving him a smirk before refocusing on her list of exercises to take him through. Better to keep her crush to herself. Dating was way too complicated, and Luke probably didn't like her anyways.

"Nah, it's definitely you," Luke retorted, moving over to lean on the piano. "I feel like I can breathe better with you around."

Julie looked up, expecting to find him giving her that lighthearted, teasing look that he did when he intentionally messed up the names of famous composers just to mess with her. But when their eyes met, she found nothing but sincerity in his gaze. Like he actually meant what he said.

It was disorienting. But... not bad?

Julie quickly stood, breaking eye contact. "You had a bit of a break on the bridge, do you want to work through that?" she asked, nodding to his music stand.

Luke nodded slowly, seeming almost disappointed, and returned to his papers. "Yeah, definitely. I think it was the register shift, I got caught halfway between my chest and head voice."

"Wow, look at you and your technical lingo," Julie commented, smiling as she looked down at the sheet music to check the notes. "Yeah, that's what I heard as well. Let's do some glides through that part of your range to get comfortable with the shift before we add the actual notes and stuff."

Luke dipped his head in agreement and they got back to work.

Ten minutes later, the alarm on Julie's phone that signaled the end of their time went off just as Luke finished running through the bridge. They both jumped at the drum intro of an old Petal Pushers song.

Julie quickly turned it off and stood with a smile. "Guess that's time," she said.

"What was that song?" Luke asked, gathering his music. "That's not your normal alarm. It's good."

Julie bit her lip, considering brushing it off. But it was Luke. He lived and breathed music. He'd understand how music could hurt as well as heal.

"It's called Love Wild, it's one of my mom's songs," she told him. "It was my alarm for ages, but I... I just started listening to it again."

"Oh," Luke said.

Julie didn't dare look up. She'd developed a serious distaste for the pitying expression that always appeared on people's faces when her mom came up. She'd rather not be annoyed at Luke over it.

"It's a good song, it's about loving the people you love and showing it regardless of what other people think," she added softly. She wasn't sure why she was still talking. She didn't usually talk about this stuff. But Luke didn't interrupt. "And the bassline is awesome," she continued, "and the harmonies on the bridge are magic, I swear, and the last couple of lines..."

She trailed off, feeling her throat start to tighten.

"That's awesome," Luke murmured after a minute.

Julie dared to look up at him. He seemed unsure of himself, which wasn't a common look for him, but his smile still seemed genuine.

"Um, do you want a hug?" Luke asked awkwardly.

Julie chuckled. "I'm okay," she assured him, sliding her folder into her backpack.

Luke frowned. "But do you want a hug?" he asked again.

Julie thought about it for a second. She always wanted a hug from her mom these days, but that wasn't possible. Did she want a hug from Luke instead?

"Yeah, that'd be nice," she said slowly.

Luke smiled and stepped forward to wrap his arms around her shoulders. She let herself relax into his embrace. He was warm, his frame a bit shorter than her dad's. It was nice.

"Hey Julie?" Luke asked softly.

"Yeah?" she responded, sliding her own arms around his waist.

"You wanna come to band practice this weekend? Help me not shred my voice again?"

Julie considered for a second. She hadn't done that before. It felt like a new step in their friendship, to take it outside of the school building and into Luke's friend circle. Was she ready for that?

"Sure, send me the info," she agreed.

"Sweet, this is gonna be rad," Luke cheered, letting her go and pulling out his phone.

Julie laughed. "Come on, let's get home before the janitors kick us out," she chuckled, swinging her backpack onto her shoulder.

"Right behind you, Boss," Luke called.

[that90sghostband]

Blame It On The Weather

Inspired by this prompt post.

Luke strummed idly on his guitar as he lay out on the couch. Alex was with Willie and Reggie was hanging out with Ray so it was just him and Julie in the studio. Julie was currently on the phone with Flynn so he was trying not to make too much noise, but boredom was starting to eat away at his brain making him restless. 

“Unfortunately it looks like it’s about to rain…yeah.” She gave a fake sounding laugh. “I won’t be able to make it today… what a shame right?” 

Luke glanced out of the window with a frown. It was a beautiful, bright, sunny day. There wasn’t even a hint of a wisp of a cloud in the sky. What was Julie talking about? 

“You got some sort of spider-sense for the weather now?” He asked the second Julie had hung up. “What?” She asked, sending him a confused look. He indicated towards the window. 

“It’s literally the perfect day out. There’s no way it’s gonna rain.” Julie immediately flushed scarlet. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” She mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Luke frowned in confusion.

“All right look, I was supposed to be hanging out with Flynn today but I figured it had been so long since we spent any time together just the two of us and I see her all the time so…” 

Luke could feel the grin breaking out on his face despite how hard he was trying to play it cool. “Did you… did you blow Flynn off to hang out with me?” Julie’s blush only deepened. “What happened to chicks before dicks?” Julie gave a huff of annoyance. 

“No one even says that any more.” Luke snorted, not missing the deflection.

He carefully propped his guitar up against the arm of the couch before opening his arms up wide. “We can hang out any time Jules, just say the word.” She sent him a shy smile before settling next to him and cuddling in close. 

“Maybe don’t blow Flynn off too much though, she hates me enough as it is.” Julie chuckled softly. “She doesn’t hate you, she just thinks we’re a bad idea.” They both knew she was probably right, though neither of them were willing to voice it. Instead Luke just gave her his most cavalier grin. “I’ve always enjoyed defying the odds.” Julie rolled her eyes but smiled. 

[onlygenxhere]

A conversation between me, @innytoes, @missjoolee, @floating-in-the-blue, and @jatp-spinsb about that grindr post that went around a while ago about needing a screwdriver and not a hookup has led to a Juke version of that prompt. (I didn't think there was one) I'm not sure what to call it.

It was a lazy Saturday morning and Julie was cooking herself some bacon and eggs scrolling through the dating app Flynn had talked her into installing last night after her third glass of wine.

When the talk had turned to how long it had been since she’d been laid her best friend had insisted this new app was the way to break her dry spell. It was marketed as a dating app but was more popular for being the hetero version of grinder. On the plus side the men couldn’t message the women till they messaged them first. It was sexist as hell but when it came to a possible hookup Julie appreciated it.

She sighed as she swiped left on a guy that listed sky diving as one of his favorite hobbies. “Hell to the no.” She muttered under her breath.

She’d actually forgotten all about the app until her do not disturb turned off at nine and her phone started pinging that there were a few matches within the default radius of two miles.

She paused on a pretty cute guy that seemed to be a little too fond of his admittedly nice arms when the smell of her bacon burning finally pulled her attention back to her breakfast that was about to be ruined.

“Shit!” She dropped her phone on the table and only halfway noticed Dahlia, her cat, jumping up as she moved to save her bacon from ruin.

“Dahlia down!” She scolded over her shoulder as she turned the stove off and pulled the bacon out, laying it on a paper towel.

The cat ignored her of course, continuing to sniff at her phone, as she went about making herself a sandwich with her eggs and bacon.

She took a bite and moaned happily as she sat back down, pushing Dahlia’s nose away from her still open screen and froze.

Apparently the cat had sent the guy with the arms a message and he had replied.

Several times….

Me Ooo kiiiop

Luke Oh thank god Hi Hey I’m not actually looking for a date or hook up right this moment Not that your picture isn’t gorgeous But my bathroom sink is currently overflowing and what I really need is a flat head screwdriver I’m not sure if I have enough towels to keep my apartment from flooding. Hello?

Well shit. If his apartment was anything like hers there wasn’t a universal cut off so he’d have to wait for maintenance to get there and, again, if it was like hers, he could be anywhere from a few minutes to a few days showing up.

She checked his location and saw he was literally on the next block over and sighed. Guess she was going to get her good deed out of the way for the day.

Me Be there in five

She wolfed down her sandwich as she pulled out her little tool kit her tia had gifted her when she moved in, grabbed an armful of towels and her keys and was out the door in record time jogging down the block in her bare feet.

She was headed up the steps of Mr. arms, sorry, Luke’s building when her phone pinged twice.

Luke You’re a life saver Apartment 3C

“Of course you live on the third floor.” She grumbled as she started to climb. Realizing halfway up she didn’t have a bra on. At least her tank wasn’t white.

She banged at 3C’s door with her elbow three times as she tried to catch her breath before it was jerked open and she nearly fell in.

Her first thought was maybe he had a right to be proud of those arms because his profile picture hadn’t done them justice.

He also hadn’t been soaking wet in that picture.

Floppy brown hair curling around his forehead and dripping down his face, pajama pants hanging low on narrow hips and a sleeveless t-shirt plastered to an equally impressive torso.

“Oh thank god!” He grabbed the towels and the toolbox out of her hands and rushed down the hall. “Come on in!”

She took a steadying breath as she stepped inside the apartment. It looked much like her own with only a small sofa, books and a decent sized tv in the small living room. But where she had her piano by her balcony door, he had an amp and guitar.

Julie shook her head and moved down the hall to the bathroom curious how bad the situation was.

She tried not to laugh as she peaked around the corner. There were wet towels everywhere and a literal spray of water coming out from under one of the faucets. Luke was on the floor with her screwdriver turning something she couldn’t see.

Whatever he was doing seemed to be working because the deluge of water started to slow and then stop.

He sat up with a sigh, pushing his wet hair off his face and smiled at her. “All better.”

She felt a throb between her legs and her nipples tighten. Fuck, that smile should come with a warning label.

“Glad I could help.” She smiled back at him as she casually crossed her arms over her chest.

He stood up, that smile never wavering and placed her screwdriver back in the little tool kit. He clicked it closed and passed it to her. “Can I buy you breakfast or something?” He seemed to finally be looking at her, probably noticing her lack of shoes, her flannel shorts and her tank top that she definitely had a bra on under. “Or can I make you breakfast?”

She shrugged. “Do you have a dryer?”

“What?” He laughed.

She waved at the mountain of wet towels all over the floor.

“Ah, no.” He sighed. “I’ll have to take them to the laundromat later.”

She bit her lip. This was probably a bad idea, or a really really good one. “I have a dryer.”

“Yeah?” He took a step toward her, his eyes twinkling in interest. “I already owe you for the screwdriver and now you’re offering the use of your dryer too. I’m gonna have to take you to dinner or something.”

She could swear his eyes dropped to her lips as she licked them. “Or something.”

He took another step toward her, forcing her to tilt her head up to meet his eyes.

She let her arms drop to her sides as he slid a hand around her waist ever so slowly, giving her all the time in the world to back up or say something.

Talking was not on her mind right now. All she could think about was that wet torso pressing against her thin tank top as he pulled her tight against his chest, and how she owed Dahlia a saucer of milk for her accidental text.

“Hi.” He breathed across her lips. “I’m Luke.”

“Julie.” She whispered as he closed the distance between them.

[thedeathdeelers]

if you're still doing the juke jeudi thing:

your word is bumblebee

~ 🐝

UUHHHH-

——

Luke was never into flowery words and flowery thoughts. Sure, he’d dig into that tiny corner in his mind when he needed to pull out some fancy metaphor or simile for a song, but that was rare.

He just wasn’t that kinda guy.

Except…turns out he kind of is? At least this version of him, the one that could watch Julie be in her element for hours of end, pen and paper on his lap, forgotten, as he gets up and moves to be closer to her every time she shifted.

What was that one story his mom used to tell him? The one about the bumblebee that was enamoured with the sunflower in the garden?

It buzzed around, picking pollen from flowers all day long; all types of flowers in gardens and open fields, working hard before making its way home.

It was its job; its duty.

Until one day it came across a particular sunflower, shifting in the breeze in a small quaint garden.

The bumblebee had stopped in its tracks, unable to move onto the next batch of flowers — something about this particular sunflower had captured its interest, and no matter what it did, the bumblebee could not fly away. It wanted to spend its entire day in the sunflower’s presence, uninterested in any other flower.

It had found its flower; its home.

Luke wonders when he had stopped wanting to venture out; to check out new bands on his own, to walk down hollywood boulevard and see new faces; meet new people (new girls).

He was content in this shabby old garage-turned-studio they called home, following Julie around wherever she went and sticking to her side.

He still listened to new music — but with her.

He still met new people — but with her.

He had found his person — his home.

Maybe he should get a black and yellow striped tee.

Luke snorts at the thought, shaking his head at himself and inadvertently (finally) catching Julie’s attention.

“What’s up?” she asks, a small smile ticking up at the corner of her lips.

“N-nothing,” he stutters out, cheeks getting warmer as he stumbles to busy himself with the pen and journal now lying on the floor near the couch.

—🐝 —

[writerownstory]

If you’re still taking juke prompts…

#85 "You were talking in your sleep." has excellent potential 👀

once again this is way late, but I hope some fluffy Juke makes up for it 🥰 (didn’t reread too much tho because otherwise i’ll never post this lol)

~

Luke startled awake, confused by his surroundings at first, until his eyes settled on Reggie and Alex sitting across from him in the Molina garage turned studio.

They had practice immediately after school as usual, but then they’d settled down into a writing session and all of the late nights leaning over his notebook caught up with Luke and the gentle scratch of Julie’s pen against her notebook and Alex and Reggie’s voices going back and forth with Julie’s made for too soothing of a lullaby for him to sort of just… pass out.

He wasn’t proud of it, but it happened, okay???

His best friends exchanged an amused grin before looking back at him.

“What?”

Alex nodded toward the end of the couch where Julie was sitting, unfazed by he and the boys sudden conversation, scribbling away in her notebook.

“You were talking in your sleep,” Reggie told him.

“What did I say?”

The bass player tapped his chin, pretending to think about it. “Oh, I don’t know… what was it, Alex?”

Luke watched as the corner of Julie’s mouth twitched ever so slightly, like she was trying to hide her smile.

The teasing grin grew across Alex’s face, clearly ready to taunt him. “I’m not sure I remember.”

“Leave him alone, you two,” Julie scolded, though it was clear she, too, found whatever he must’ve said amusing. She pointed a stern finger at Reggie, who looked like a deer caught in head lights at the gesture. “Or I’m telling Kayla you wrote that song about her.” She turned on Alex. “And I’ll tell Willie you think skateboarders are cute.”

“Yes ma’am,” Reggie mumbled the same time Alex sunk into the armchair, muttering, “Yes, Julie.”

She shook her head at them fondly before tucking her pen in her notebook and slapping it shut, climbing off the couch.

“Jules, hey wait,” Luke called, bouncing up after her. “Where are you going?”

“It’s my turn to start dinner,” she explained. “Wanna help?”

His eyes lit up immediately before he bit his lip to hold back a grin threatening to take over his face at the thought. “Yeah, sure.” He followed her up into the house, leaning against the island in the kitchen while Julie got everything ready.

Julie had decided last minute that she was going to make spaghetti for dinner that night. It wasn’t lost on her that she and Carlos had had more than enough spaghetti in their lifetime, as it was the only dish Ray could manage by himself right after Rose passed away. But Carlos always said that he liked it when Julie made it too, because she made it like their mom did.

It meant the world to her that Carlos felt that way, and something about the idea of keeping even the smallest piece of Rose’s memory alive and sharing that with Luke and the boys made Julie’s heart full.

As they prepared the pasta, Julie was admittedly surprised at how easily Luke picked up on things in the kitchen. He wasn’t perfect, but for the effort he gave, he was pretty alright by her. (And if she had butterflies every time Luke brushed past her—for the record, the Molina kitchen had plenty of space in it—it was all she could do but duck her head to hide her blush.)

She watched as Luke hummed to himself as he occasionally stirred the spaghetti—it was a menial task but she always thought that Luke made everything kind of adorable. His fingers tapped along on the counter and she recognized the melody they were messing around with earlier before he fell asleep in the studio.

As if he could feel her gaze on him, he looked up, his mouth turning up into an amused grin. “What?”

She returned his grin with a soft smile of her own. “Nothing. I just never imagined Luke Patterson as a chef.”

“Julie, come on. I’m just doing what you tell me to. We all know who the real chef here is,” he teased.

“Actually it’s my mom,” she admitted, her eyes falling away from his. “Carlos says I make it like her, so I figured maybe you guys could try it too.”

His expression became incredibly soft as if he completely understood the significance of a seemingly little thing. “We’d be honored.”

And so the boys joined the Molinas for dinner and all 3 of them absolutely raved about how good it was along with Carlos—though Julie wondered if Luke said something to the boys beforehand. Either way, she was honored they liked it so much.

At the end of the evening when it was time for the boys to head to their respective homes, Luke hung around on the porch, taking his sweet time saying goodbye to Julie. The boys had shot him knowing looks as they left, so he was sure he wouldn’t hear the end of it but he didn’t care.

“I guess I’d better head home before my mom starts wondering where I am,” he said, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want her to be worried,” Julie said with a nod.

“Thanks for letting me help make dinner, and for letting the boys and I stay.”

“Of course, you guys are always welcome here.”

“Thanks Julie,” he said, smiling down at her. She could tell he was dragging his feet but she wasn’t sure she wanted to say what she was thinking out loud. “Well I’d better go…” He moved to step off the porch when the words came flying out of her mouth.

“Luke, wait!”

He froze, his whole body turning to face her immediately.

“I… I, um. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Her wide brown eyes looked up at him and it took everything in him to keep from melting right then and there. She didn’t even know what she did to him and yet, there she was. “What’s up?”

“About… about what you said, earlier in the garage. When the boys were teasing you about what you said in your sleep…”

His brow wrinkled in confusion—he’d almost completely forgotten that happened. Julie had shut the boys down so swiftly that he’d put it out of his mind. “Yeah?”

“You said that… well, you said you loved me.”

Everything in Luke came to a screeching halt. Had he heard her correctly? Sure Luke had dreamt of telling Julie he loved her, but he had counted on being conscious when he actually did. “Julie, I… I’m so sorry! I mean, I’m not sorry I said it but I’m sorry I said it in the least private or romantic way possible and I—“

“Luke.”

“—I’ve been meaning to tell you, well, I mean I would’ve started with maybe that I just had feelings for you instead of just jumping into it, but I guess that’s where that lyric face first, full charge comes from, huh?”

“Luke!”

“I—“ His cheeks turned pink as he finally stopped talking. “Yeah?”

“It’s okay. I-I feel the same way. I’m not sure I’m ready to say it yet, but I really care about you.”

“I care about you too, Jules.” He quickly but cautiously reached out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “Can I kiss you?”

He was rewarded with a warm smile, and Julie knew based on the butterflies in her stomach that she wouldn’t mind loving Luke for a long time.

[interestinglittlerelationship]

30 Angst Dialogue Prompts

Send in a number and a paring (romantic or platonic)

“I don’t even know who you really are!”

“We both made mistakes, but I’m not sure I can forgive yours.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“I’m sorry for believing what they told me.”

“I’m sorry for leaving you behind.”

“I’m sorry, but that was not my fault.”

“I’m sorry for making you choose.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you. But I also couldn’t stop.”

“Just let me go. Please, I want to leave.”

“Pushing me away will not help you.”

“I don’t feel safe with you anymore.”

“Did you really believe I cared for you?”

“You deserved everything that happened to you.”

“I know you don’t want to do this. But I’m afraid you must.”

“You can’t even see how much you hurt me.”

“Stop giving me hope. It hurts so much more.”

“Our forever seems to have been short-lived.”

“I’m done. Do whatever you want, but do it without me.”

“Stop trying to make it up to me, you can’t!”

“Ignoring the problems will not make them go away.”

“How could I ever trust you again after this?”

“I don’t … I don’t remember.”

“Do you really think I’m humble enough to ask for your help if I wasn’t truly fucking desperate?” 

“You really expect me to believe a word you’re saying now?  After everything you’ve done.”

“This is not how family is supposed to feel like.”

“We’re more of a family to you than they are.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“We’re the only family you have left!”

“This is what friends are for. To protect you, even if it’s from yourself.”

[sunjaesol]

#12 and #14 for the kiss prompts? :)

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss + 14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

(secret dating + celeb au)

Her phone had been exploding by the time she woke up. Her personal phone, which meant personal issues, which meant her stomach churned with nausea before she drank her morning coffee.

Her alarm clock indicated it was seven am. Ten am in New York, her brain calculated, and she itched to text Luke about his morning. But if she grabbed her phone, she'd have to be confronted with whatever was going on.

Taking a steadying breath, she pushed herself upright, wiping a curl from her cheek, and unlocked her phone.

Shit.

Flynn sent her a link to a tabloid that broke the news, to which other publications quickly picked it up. Or rather: gossip. They had no actual news. Julie harrumphed. She hated the tabloids and those teenybopper papers; she knew it boosted her popularity, but she also wished they stopped existing altogether.

Luke and her hadn't even noticed the paparazzi, or fan, taking the picture. They had foolishly presumed no one cared about pedestrians in New York, so by extension, them as well. Luke lived bicoastal and rarely got approached on the East Coast.

But they pushed their luck.

The other texts were from her management, her P.A., her record label, Carlos, Carrie, Reggie, Alex, and Luke. She skipped all of them to reply to him first.

Luke: are you okay???

Julie smiled. Of course, he wanted to make sure she was okay first. She hadn't checked the comment section under the Teen Vogue post yet, but she imagined several were nasty towards her. Luke Patterson was the sexy golden boy after all, the one that revived punk and headlined festivals all summer long.

Not that she wasn't talented, too. Julie was just... quieter, she supposed, a presence felt but not as boisterous as Sunset Curve. Pop ballads were her forte.

She texted a response. yeah, i'm fine. surprised though. i didn't realise we were being watched. how are you feeling?

He read it immediately and replied. kinda relieved?? is that bad to say??? i wanna show you off jules

The singer rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Luke fell first and harder for her, which showed in all his actions. Deeply physically affectionate, always showering her in compliments and hyping her up, and saying stuff like this: wanting to show her off. It sounded so boyish.

A public relationship was the last thing she wanted, however. It never ended well. So many celebrity couples broke up, or got divorced, while in the public eye and indirectly forced fans to pick a side when it was none of their business. She wasn't intending on breaking up with Luke any time soon, but she didn't want to entertain the public's fantasy in the first place.

This photo wasn't helping.

Albeit not incriminating - they were just talking - it did add to the pattern people were noticing between them. Both were 'single', conventionally attractive, around the same age and in the same industry. It made sense. Stranger assumptions have been created.

Luke sent another text. i'm back in la tonight. catch up tmw morning?

Logically, she should say no and wait for the rumour to die down. In reality, she wanted to see him all the time, and so she agreed and sent a cute selfie with a thumbs up.

~*~*~*~

She noticed him immediately. A twill hat, sunglasses, a vintage t-shirt and cargo pants, hopping on his heels while he waited for her outside a brunch spot. Julie willed herself to not speed up and grab someone's attention, keeping her face in check when he caught her eye.

"Hey- oh!"

Luke snatched her hand and dragged her into an alleyway in between the brunch place and a laundromat. Grinning, he got rid of his glasses and swooped down to kiss.

Julie gently clasped his cheek, enjoying the moment. Yesterday, she was so afraid everything was ruined, their careers and their relationship. Now the kiss stilled her thoughts.

"Hey," he exhaled. "You look nice."

The compliment widened her smile. "Thank you."

Luke and Julie met at the afterparty of an award show. She had won Best Pop Album and his band won Best Alternative Music Album. The entire night, they drank champagne and giggled about the weird sides of the music industry, lamenting about snobby producers and reminiscing the greatest venues. They exchanged numbers and the rest was history.

He just got her, in a way no else did. Though he had a totally different personality, they shared the same norms and values. She was, like, kind of in love with him. A perfect smile did that to a girl.

"How was the rest of your trip?" she asked.

His mouth twitched, gazing at her in that overwhelming, fond way. "I missed you. The boys are so done with me."

Julie laughed. "I can imagine. And I missed you, too."

The hands on her waist tightened. "Explain to me again why no one can know?"

"It's not that 'no one' can know. Everyone in our close circle knows. I just don't want the public to put their noses in our business. But... I didn't think it would be this hard." Her eyes averted to the dirty asphalt. Even their shoes matched. "I don't... I don't want you to feel like I'm ashamed of you, or something."

An incredulous chuckle left his lips. "Jules, the only thing I'm feeling is luck, okay? Trust me. You-" He paused. She looked up to find him struggling with his words. That never happened.

"Luke?"

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he rushed out.

Oh. That was kind of like a love confession, wasn't it? Before she second-guessed herself, Julie threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard, humming in delight when he responded just as intensely. His thumbs pressed in her hipbones, raking down her bum and up her spine. It felt desperate. More than a 'hello' or 'goodbye' kiss. It felt like a promise. And they refused to let go of it.

His mouth was hot against hers. Ragged breaths shared when they separated for split seconds before chasing the other again. With Luke's back pressed against the brick wall, she felt powerful, and wanted, and happy.

This was insane, making out like this in an shadowy alleyway in broad daylight, but she couldn't find it within herself to care. Because he was one of the best things that has happened to her as well. She got it now. The thought of someone else shooting their shot with Luke made her ill, to the point that hard-launching Luke on her socials just once to get it over with sounded rather appealing.

Damn it.

Pressing her hands into his shoulders, she let go and took a deep breath. Luke stared at her, dazed and puffy-lipped, with messy hair. She felt like a frenzied high schooler that just made out for the first time.

"Um," she trailed, blinking, "let's... let's go eat."

He shook his head with a laugh. "Yeah, sure." Luke placed the sunglasses back on his head and went to move back into the daylight, but Julie grabbed his bicep before he could.

"And after," she added, nervous, "I'll... announce our relationship on my socials. Because you're really important to me, too."

~*~*~*~

send me a kiss prompt for juke

[fandomscraziness22]

JATP Prompt Fills

“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got the prettiest eyes in the world?” (willex)

“Don’t do that. Don’t push me away.” “I can’t help it.” (juke)

“We’re gonna be fine.” “How do you know?” (willex)

“Take a break. You’ve been working all day.” “I can’t just–” and “Have you eaten today?” “Am I gonna get in trouble if I say no?” (juke)

“Let me love you.” and “Kiss me like you mean it.” (juke)

“Just… hold my hand?” and “Relax. I’ve got you.” and “Can I play with your hair?” (juke)