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caswellseyes · 1 year
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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!
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kleefkruid · 3 months
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My bird sticker is here for €3 a piece! Holds up surprisingly well against teeth and claws, sticks to stuff too
Instagram: loradeyn
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lesbianlenas · 1 year
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had a dream my blog was termed and i was just like. ok well i guess that’s that then………..lmfao 😭
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arcanespillo · 8 months
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they're all looking at you....
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mycatismyfriend · 1 year
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997 - 2003)
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goldiipond · 1 year
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they were all good kids.
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pulpitude · 1 month
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ok so now i know what a butte is and i also know how it's pronounced but that still doesn't make the constant butte mentions any less funny
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xxintuitionxx · 2 months
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Check out this classic!😂🤣😂😁😆
Definitely not me from about a billion years ago,
Hippity hoppity get off of my property! Know what i’m sayin homie?!
@mkultragf hi!
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year
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F1 Drivers with Kangaroos - A right of passage for the Australian GP
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+ bonus Koalas
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eclecticsophism · 8 months
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do not underestimate the critical role pacing and talking to yourself plays in your research
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jyou-no-sonoko19 · 2 years
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Same muscle cluster, even.
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caswellseyes · 1 year
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Ooooo 12 for Willex? Have a good day, and good luck on the work, my dino bones bestie!!!
i was hoping someone would ask for this one!! tysm, dino bone bestie! i am indeed making good progress on the work - deadline one (big exam) was completed and deadline two (ba thesis proposal) is coming along pretty well. but first, it's willex time!
12. "How come you always end up in my bed?"
Alex sighs and turns over for the seventh time in two minutes. And no, that’s not an exaggeration. He’s counting. 
Look, he likes being on tour just as much as his band members. He loves being on stage and sharing their music with the fans. The meet and greets were scary, at first, but he’s gotten used to them by now and it is always cool to meet fans, though he’ll never be a little worried about disappointing them. It’s wonderful to go to so many places, to do some sightseeing between the work. All in all, he loves touring.
He does not love hotel rooms. 
Hotels in general are pretty cool. They have the little soaps you can take, and free pens, and hotel breakfasts are the best. It’s really fun to be just down the hall from his friends, and occasionally, to share rooms with them. 
No, the problem isn’t hotels. It’s just hotel beds specifically. And, even more specifically, the blankets.
Alex runs cold. This is not news to anyone who’s ever met him. His hands are cold and his feet are cold and yes, he wears hoodies no matter what time of year. It’s just a thing, okay? And these stupid thin hotel blankets do not accommodate for that. At all. 
He actually has an extra blanket on the bus that he brings to the hotels with him. It’s huge and soft, pink on one side and white on the other. It’s fluffy and warm and absolutely perfect.
And he forgot it on the bus this morning. It’s just him and his cold feet and hands and nose, somehow, against the world.
The shitty thin blanket the hotel provided doesn’t count. Alex doesn’t think that one’s on his side. No, it’s just him.
Well.
Not entirely.
Alex glances to the side, at the undisturbed lump lying next to him. Willie is snoring softly, the only thing visible the very top of his head and the start of the braid he put his hair in earlier. 
Yeah, that’s one more thing Alex loves about being on tour. Sharing a room, a bed, with his boyfriend every night. And waking up next to them in the morning, and going through their routines together, and everything else that comes with it. It’s domestic and fun and absolutely perfect.
And, perhaps most importantly right now, it comes with cuddles. 
Carefully, so he doesn’t wake Willie up, Alex shifts closer. He lifts up the end of Willie’s blanket – for some reason, they have separate ones in this bed – and slides under it. He tosses his own blanket on top of it for good measure. Then, Alex shuffles around until he can wrap his arms around Willie and pull their back against his chest. Then, once he’s comfortable, and already starting to feel less cold, he tucks his nose in the crook of Willie’s neck.
The snoring stops. Alex freezes.
“How come you always end up under my blanket?” A sleepy voice mumbles.
Alex feels a hand pat along his arm until it reaches his own hand, linking their fingers together. He squeezes softly.
“Sorry,” he whispers. Willie still sounds half-asleep, and the last thing Alex wants to do is wake them up completely by talking loudly. “I was just cold.”
“I could tell.” Willie chuckles. It’s followed immediately by a yawn. “We should get you a nose warmer. Like the ones for your ears, but then your nose. Or, like, a nose glove.”
Alex pulls his head back. “Sorry,” he repeats. “I tried not to wake you up.”
Willie turns in his hold so that he’s face to face with Alex. They wrap their arms around him. 
“Don’t be sorry,” he says, yawning once more. “It got me cuddles. I like cuddles.”
“I know you do.” Alex presses his lips to Willie’s forehead in a soft kiss. Thankfully, his lips don’t seem to be as cold as his nose. “Now go back to sleep.”
Willie snuggles closer into Alex’s chest. Soon enough, the snores start up again. 
This time, when Alex tucks his nose into Willie’s hair, Willie sleeps on.
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washoepine · 10 months
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Something about Richard Ballad, one of the two people who found the Titanic wreckage, being the lead on E/V Nautilus is interesting in regards of everything with Titan. If anyone could tell you “don’t send a manned sub to the Titanic it isn’t worth it at all,” it would probably definitely be him.
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ladyzerodark · 22 days
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Watching the past few streams Izolyn and Scholar did, taking notes on how I want Dark to interact with them (because I do want to try to make this a fic/comic) and so far Anti is my favorite: "Who is this gremlin child?" A close second is my note on Randy and Team: Randy/Patrick - Die in a fire Chandra - You're fine you can stay
Should go without saying that the Getters are listed as Husbands.
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romansmartini · 3 months
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maybe i'm crazy but why are each and every one of the lea michele funny girl songs 100x times better in the glee cast recording than they are in her literal broadway cast recording. me when i peaked in high school 🤣🤣🤣
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davy-zeppeli · 1 year
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Mike: /rolls up his sleeves while doing some intense cobbler stuff/
Michelle: COVER THEM UP, YOU SLUT
Michelle, walking into the room and shielding her eyes: "GOOD LORD, HAVE YOU NO SHAME?"
Mike: "???"
Michelle: *gets Mike with a spray bottle* "COVER UP! JEZEBEL!"
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