#qpr jatp my beloved

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reggie smooching his bandmates because he is full of love and he needs an outlet and his friends are happy to be there for him

[daintyduck99]

Hiya babe 💜 for the 101 ways to say I love you prompts, Julie/Alex/Reggie/Luke in a qpr relationship with 33

Julie steels herself and shuts the car off. The boys seem unbothered, and they’d reassured her that they are, but a million what-ifs keep crowding in her ribcage until it’s hard to breathe. 

She’s more worried about how her girlfriend’s going to handle this, honestly, now that she and Julie’s partners are about to be face-to-face for the first time. 

It’s precious, delicate, the relationship Julie and Carrie have forged. 

The cafe across the street hums invitingly as people weave in and out of the open door, bustling and well-lit beyond its large glass windows. Julie spots a familiar head of blonde hair, neatly threaded into an elaborate braid, and swallows. Even from behind, she can tell that Carrie’s outfit is the sort of effortlessly casual she pours a great deal of effort into. 

Her heart stutters like the music as the radio finally realizes the engine has died and follows suit. 

The boys continue to sing in the most over-the-top manner possible, and she rolls her eyes, though she cracks a small smile at their antics. She can’t help it. 

“Before you came into my life,” Luke croons from the passenger’s seat, smirking as she pulls his beanie down over his ridiculously expressive eyes.  

Alex and Reggie pop over the console to finish the line, complete with jazz hands. 

“I missed you so bad!” 

“Stop!” she says through a giggle. “I know you don’t mean it romantically, but Carrie might not. She’s already a little insecure about all of this, and—I really want this to work out, you guys. For everyone. So could you—” 

“Flirt less,” Reggie recites with a wink, ducking when Julie swats at him. 

Luke and Alex pick up where he left off, parroting the requests she’s drilled into their heads. 

“Refrain from starting an argument. Especially about music.” 

“Stop questioning how genuine she is even though she used to hate you.” 

Julie sighs, slumping in her seat. “Yeah. All of that. No problem, right?” 

“Hey,” Reggie says quietly, gripping her shoulder. All traces of mischief have vanished from his face. “You guys have come a long way. You used to hate her, too! Unlike Alex, I’m an optimist—” 

He squawks as Alex ruffles his hair, twisting to retaliate. Luke clears his throat.

“I think Reg is trying to say that we’ll make it work, Carrie included, because we all love you.”

Reggie and Alex nod as they re-emerge from their scuffle, looking very much like they’ve been through a hurricane, and Julie’s laughter bursts out of her. She leans over to kiss each of her boys on the cheek and combs her fingers through Reggie’s hair until he’d call it presentable. 

“Thanks, guys. I love you, too.” 

Reggie beams. “Don’t worry, Jules. We’ve always got your back.” 

“Yeah,” Alex adds. “Sorry to bring you down by leaping to the worst conclusion. If she is using you, or she hurts you, we’ll protect you.” 

Luke takes her hand. His eyes are bright with determination.

“Cross our hearts.” 

Julie’s heart swells. It’s no wonder she has room for all of them in there. 

They’re precious, too. Her boys, her soulmates, her band. 

She blinks away some tears. “It's okay, Alex. I know it's because you care, and I appreciate that you do. All of you. Now, let’s get going before she thinks we’re not coming.” 

The boys quail under Carrie’s intense glare, crowding behind Julie. She sends Carrie a warning look in response. 

Behave. 

Carrie sighs, allowing the tension to bleed out of her posture with the exhale, and softens her gaze. Julie turns to the boys with a smirk, and they gape at her in obvious awe. 

She whispers, “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” 

[saladbroth]

the seas at high tide (i found paradise in your eyes)

"But Julie,” Luke whines. “Later there’s gonna be classes of loud children and they’ll block all the tanks and they’ll be loud and then I won’t be able to read all the informational signs!” Julie interlaces her fingers with his to make for a more comfortable hand holding experience and shakes her head at him fondly. “You don’t read most of them anyway because you know most of the fish there anyway and if you don't you make me read them to you because you can't focus with the fish next door." "Well that's just rude," Luke says. "You're right but it's really rude of you to say."

my belated gift for the @jatp-foundfamily-week gift exchange, dedicated to @captain--sif, i'm really sorry it's late and i also really hope you like it!! juke qpr my beloved thank you to @a-tomb-with-a-view for beta-reading and infecting me with juke qpr brainrot :))

fic link is here :D

[daintyduck99]

"I am so proud of you." + LukeJulie qpr?

Julie glances away from the stove as Luke trudges into the kitchen. It’s a little surprising that there’s no one clinging to him, already. He’s like a lightning rod whenever he’s feeling high or low, attracting loved ones to his side, giving or receiving energy with every touch.

Then again, Reggie has that huge final he’s been studying for, Alex is probably still out with Willie, and Flynn and Carrie may live across the hall, but Julie suspects that Carrie and Luke would both rather cuddle with a cactus than one another.

She wonders if she should speak, if Luke needs a distraction, but his eyes are weary and pleading, a blue-green watercolor blurred by standing tears. 

Not yet. 

Julie tilts her head, then returns to the pots on the stove like it’s no big deal. Come here.

He wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in the crook of her neck with a little sigh. She hums a snippet from the song they’ve been working on, stirring the pasta so it won’t stick and burn, and briefly allows her head to rest on top of his. The angle’s too awkward to keep it up, especially while she’s cooking. He doesn’t seem to mind, and some of the tension bleeds out of his body as she continues to hum. His fingers drum against her hip.  

She’s about to flip off the burner and gently detach herself when he mumbles into her neck.

“I called my mom.” 

Julie carefully transfers the pasta to a different burner. Her heart shudders violently in her chest, surging with several strong emotions, struck by the significance of those four little words. She squirms, and he relents enough for her to turn in his arms, winding hers around his back. 

He gives her a wan smile, a highly diluted form of his usual grin, and it wobbles as he waits. There’s more he has to tell her, she can tell, and the dam is on the brink of bursting, but there’s a haunted look in his eyes, one that he wears whenever he’s a war with himself, especially about this. She knows what he needs to hear, what reassurance she ought to give. 

She takes a deep breath, eyes stinging, and cradles his cheek. She tells him the truth. 

“I am so proud of you.” 

They both crack, then, and he crushes her to his chest with a wet laugh, echoing with relief that she feels deep in her bones. She twists her fingers into the fluffy fabric of his flannel.

You’re okay. I’m here. You called your mom and the world didn’t end. 

Even if it had, I would still be right beside you. 

I’d still be so proud of you.

If Alex and Reggie come home to them half-laughing and half-sobbing in a heap on the kitchen floor, with dinner long cold and a few ghosts finally put to rest, well—

That’s okay, too. They can always order takeout.

[daintyduck99]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Rated G, about 700 words/ficlet

QPR, Luke & Alex & Reggie & Julie

Set in the same universe as Backpack Cuddles, which you can read here!

Julie huddles deeper into Alex's hoodie and pulls Luke's gray beanie—the only one he seems to own that never clashes with whatever else she's wearing—lower over her forehead, but it does little to stave off the morning chill as she makes her way to her locker. 

It might also help if Reggie’s gloves weren't fingerless, but they're both weak for the aesthetic, okay? 

Flynn, the first friend she spots, gets pulled into a hug right away. They knock their head against Julie's gently, laughing as they attempt to detangle themselves from her stubborn grip. 

"Good morning, clothes thief." 

"Hey, skipper." 

"Please, it was one assembly," Flynn protests as Julie finally lets them go, "but you? You're a repeat offender." 

"They've got you there, boss." 

Luke spins Julie around like they're in dance class, clasping her frigid hands in his perpetually warm ones, and she grins. 

"Can you blame me? Boys' clothes are actually made to keep you warm, and they look better on me, anyway." 

"Oh no, I never said it was a bad thing. Just a fact." 

Flynn flattens themself against the lockers as Reggie comes barreling out of nowhere, crashing into Julie and Luke, who takes the brunt of their weight. Reggie props his chin on Julie's head, waving his hands excitedly between her and Luke. 

"Jules, look! We match!" 

They do, literally. He must've gotten another pair of the exact same set of gloves, just like how he owns three sets of the same black skinny jeans with holes in the knees. Not that anyone's complaining, because it's a look that he's nailed. 

Luke must be thinking along similar lines. He chuckles, leaning forward to—Julie tilts her head up, making Reggie shiver as her hair and the fabric of Luke's beanie tickle his throat—oh, he's rubbing their noses together. 

"If you keep this up, we can all borrow your clothes. We'd have to rebrand the band: Julie and The Skinny Jean Teens." 

Flynn lays a hand on his shoulder, their polite way of saying honey, there's no way in hell. 

"I gotta go catch Kayla to talk about an English project, but for the record, I wouldn't hate that name if you were a comedy band. Just—as your manager, I have to veto that. See you guys!" 

"I mean—" Reggie starts once Flynn's out of earshot, and Luke releases one of Julie's hands to put a finger to his lips.

"Nope, no, not manifesting that." 

Reggie opens his mouth like he's thinking about biting Luke's hand, and he quickly pulls it back to his own body. Julie pouts, but they don't notice. 

"They'd look nice on you!" 

"Aren't your knees cold?"

"I'm still cold," Julie volunteers before their conversation can devolve any further, and Reggie lifts her free hand to his lips to kiss her cold fingers one by one. Luke rubs his nose against Julie's this time, mindful not to headbutt Reggie. 

Another set of arms bunches them all even closer together, squishing Julie in the middle, and she giggles as they all squirm to accommodate Alex. 

"Good morning," he slurs, clearly half-awake despite the frigid weather, and Reggie hums, snaking his arm around him.

"Did you skip out on your tea, 'Lex?" 

He grumbles his assent, and the four of them somehow manage to shuffle over to the vending machine without blocking the hallway or letting Julie freeze. 

"Are you two going to survive without us for a little while?" Luke asks as the bell rings and they have to part for first period. 

"It'll be difficult, but I think we'll manage. Julie will probably be warmer when she doesn't have to stare at your bare arms, you hot-blooded anomaly." 

"Alex is okay! He's already insulting Luke and it's only 8:05," Reggie says with a grin, laughing as they both box his upper arms, "what about you, Jules?" 

"I think I'll make it," she replies, brushing some hair out of his face with fingers that are no longer numb, although what really warms her are the smiles her boys send her before they all split up.