If you're still doing the prompts you should do the gang (alex, julie, luke, reggie) and (platonic) cuddles!!! (I'm so soft for them and have read every jatp fic tagged platonic cuddles KFKZKDKD)
you know what ask and you shall receive. i wanted to write core4/juke cuddles today so here’s a mindless piece with cuddles and nothing else.
sit tight like bookends // 1.5k words // ao3 link in reblogs!
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Luke’s kind of having a terrible day.
It’s not terrible for any reason. He’s just grouchy. For starters, he misses being alive. It’s nice to be able to touch Julie now, and to occasionally be visible to people with her help, but it’s not the same. On a day like this in the past, he might have gone for a hard run, just to sweat and feel his heart race. Or maybe taken a nap. Or eaten a bunch. He knows ghosts don’t get hungry, but he misses being able to eat just for the sake of it sometimes, for the comfort of warm food on a cold day.
Not that he can feel the cold anymore either. But whatever. You get the point.
So he's having this terrible, grouchy day, and he ends up spread-eagled on Julie's bed, even though he knows he's not meant to be in her room. It just sucks how long she's gone at school every day, and he knows he's not supposed to visit her at school even more than he's not supposed to be in her room. He's not even prying through her stuff this time! He's just innocently feeling sorry for himself.
Even with his eyes closed, he can feel and hear the presence of someone else poofing into the room. Then he hears Alex's voice, "Dude, you know you're not supposed to be in here when Julie's not home."
Luke cracks open one eye. Alex is standing with his hands in his pockets, but his shoulders aren't all up against his ears like they get when he's anxious. More than anything, he looks that particular, Alex-brand mixture of irritated and concerned, eyebrows raised, lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, man. What gives?"
Luke sighs, long and dramatic, and snaps, "I don't know, okay?!" mostly just because in the moment, it feels good to be a little terse. Then the moment ends, and he feels bad, his stomach turning all tight and guilty. "Sorry, Lex," he groans, dragging his hands over his own face and then keeping them there, so he doesn't have to see Alex's expression melt into that other Alex-brand look, the one where he's halfway between knowing and affectionate. Somehow, that face is worse than the irritated-concerned one. "I'm just... I dunno. I don't wanna be a ghost any more. And I miss food. And Julie's still not home. Today sucks."
"That's fair enough," says Alex, like he always has when Luke is whinging for no reason, because Alex only ever tells him to shut up or be reasonable or quit whining when he's really being ridiculous, and Luke appreciates that, that Alex knows when to let him ramble but knows when enough is enough. Luke feels the mattress move as Alex sits on the end of the bed. "Like, you shouldn't be such an asshole about it—" Luke can't help but smile at that, knows Alex is grinning too without even looking "—but it's still fair." A moment of silence. In his mind's eye, Luke can see Alex staring into the carpet like it holds some answers for him, thinking hard enough it basically counts as a workout. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Alex asks eventually, soft. He means it.
Luke shrugs. It's nice in this dark little cave he's created with his hands. "I don't know, man."
"Okay," says Alex. The mattress shifts more under Luke. Then, Luke feels his right side glow with warmth as Alex lies down beside him. Sometimes he wonders if since they became ghosts, he can actually feel his boys' auras, or something, because he's sure this sense of care and steadiness didn't radiate off Alex quite like this when they were alive. Maybe it's been since the Orpheum, actually. Luke can't really remember. "C'mere," Alex encourages him. "I'm good for hugs today, if you want some."
Maybe once upon a time Luke would have pretended not to be eager, but even then, he would have done a bad job, and now he doesn't even bother with the act. Immediately, he takes his hands off his face, blinking against the return of the light as he turns to Alex, flings an arm across Alex's chest and a leg over Alex's hip, snuggling up tight until he's plastered to the side of Alex's body. Alex just laughs, quiet, extends his arm out so Luke can pillow his head on Alex's shoulder, one hand coming up to mess up Luke's hair even more than it already was.
For a moment, they lie there together, Luke relaxing until he feels more and more like his body and Alex's body are synced, breaths coming in and out at a similar pace. The bitter, jittery feeling in his spine eases back, lets go of his tongue, so he feels less likely to bite at whoever comes close.
Which is good timing, because there's another whoosh, and this weight lands behind him, on the bed as soon as they arrive.
"You guys are cuddling without me?" Reggie says, but he doesn't sound upset. In fact, he sounds delighted that there's cuddling happening, period. There's scuffling, and then two thuds, because Reggie knows better than to let his shoes touch Julie's bed, and then Luke feels a different warmth, sweeter than Alex's, more caramelised, and Reggie spoons against Luke's back, his nose burying into Luke's neck and one arm laying all the way over him to rest on Alex's chest.
"We were cuddling without you, because Luke was being a miserable grouch, but we've been interrupted," Alex says primly, and as Luke manages a mildly offended hey!, Reggie laughs, not phased at all. Luke can feel it as it vibrates from Reggie's chest to his own back, the tangibility of his joy making Luke feel warm from the inside. Reggie and Alex start bickering over the top of his head, and he doesn't really pay attention to them. Some part of him is trying to string some lyrics together, about being warm, about being able to feel someone else laughing because they're pressed so closely to you that their happiness feels just as much your own. But he's not quite sure what he's trying to say, yet.
They're still there when Julie gets home from school. Luke hears the door open and close, feels Reggie go tense, like he's worried they're going to get yelled at. But Julie only sounds kind of exasperated when she says, "Seriously, guys? Boundaries?"
"Luke's having a bad day," Reggie explains right away.
"Not anything serious," Alex corrects him, "just in a bad mood."
Luke nods and wriggles a bit between his boys, sits up so he can look at Julie properly.
The feeling of his heart in his mouth when he sees her will apparently never stop. She looks tired and ruffled from her day at school, hair a cloud around her face where he can see she was running her fingers through it as she thought in class, skirt crumpled at the hem where she would have wrinkled it in her fist, rubbed the fabric between her fingers. She dumps her backpack on the carpet and offers him a grin, and he can't remember what in the world he could have been grumpy about. If being a ghost brought him to her, being a ghost is awesome.
He looks around at the bed and realises they're going to have to rearrange, but Alex and Reggie seem on the same page at the same time, because they're his favourites and he loves them and he wants them close to him always. They move, adjusting and shuffling around, until a spot for Julie appears in between Alex and Luke. With a relieved sigh, she flops down, and Luke might be fooling himself, but he thinks he feels her energy, too. It's softer than Alex or Reggie, enveloping, like warm water scented with something beautiful.
She leans over Luke to kiss Reggie's forehead hello, then kisses Luke on the mouth (she tastes like the cherry bubblegum Flynn always carries around), then she turns to kiss Alex on the cheek. "I have homework to do later," she says, but it comes out a little garbled as she surprises herself with a yawn. Luke, Alex and Reggie exchange a fond look over the top of her head — she'll be asleep before she knows it. Alex nods his head at the clock on her desk and mouths I'll wake her up, because Luke and Reggie both have absolutely zero time perception.
Luke wraps his arms around Julie's waist and holds her close to him, and she settles in, Alex curling up to hold her from behind while Reggie moves up a bit, so he can press himself to Luke and run his hands gently through Julie's hair at the same time. Their different kinds of warm all stitch themselves together, weaving over Luke's body like a blanket, like a shield. All that's wrong with the world is on the other side, kept away from him by Alex's fingers rubbing little circles into Luke's side, by the feeling of Julie's chest rising and falling with her breaths, by the movement of Reggie's arms over his head. By all of them curled as close to him as they can be.
Luke's day isn't so terrible after all.
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I know I already sent one of these but I'm in desperate need of content 😭😭 number 6 for physical affection prompts rebuke
oh babe i love them so much!!
number 6 - chasing someone’s lips after they pull away
word count: 443
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Reggie slams into Bobby’s chest, dragging Luke along behind him and practically pulling his arm out of his socket in the process. With a soft ‘oof’ of impact, Bobby lets their arm swing over Reggie’s shoulders and beckons for Luke to come closer. He doesn’t oblige, just keeps his feet firmly planted where they are, his eyes crinkling from that stupid smirk playing on his lips. Bobby wants to wipe that look from his face. With their lips. In a kiss. God, it had been too long.
Bobby had been away to visit family for the better part of a month, and they had missed their boys more than anything, to the point where their family had practically surrendered their phone the whole trip so Bobby would stop moping. Hearing their voices had been nice, but there’s nothing that compares to the feeling of Reggie cuddled against his chest and Luke squeezing his hand tightly.
Using this newfound grip, Bobby tugs hard and causes Luke to stumble into the two of them. He hesitates against their side for a second before melting at the touch, tipping his chin up to look at Bobby. Seizing the opportunity, Bobby crashes their lips into his and slips their hand from Luke’s, using it to card through the ends of his hair that have escaped from his beanie. Through the kiss, Bobby can hear Luke’s attempt at an exasperated sigh, but it’s half-hearted and unconvincing.
The situation is almost laughable. Luke is trying to play at indifferent at Bobby’s return while Reggie is latched onto their arms like a lovable leech and Bobby can’t comprehend how much they’ve missed this. They pull back, smile pulling at their lips.
Luke, forgetting his faux-nonchalance, leans up onto his tiptoes and chases Bobby’s lips, eyes still closed and face scrunched in an adorable pout. Immediately, Reggie and Bobby break into hysterical laughter at their boyfriend.
“What?” Luke glares at the two of them even though his bottom lip juts out of his smile. “What’s so funny?”
Shifting his arm from around Bobby’s shoulders to their waist, Reggie beams at the two of them. “Just shut up, Lark, and tell Bobbin you missed them.”
It takes a minute for Luke’s expression to shift into a reluctant smile and then he just rolls his eyes.
“Dorks.” He says which equal amounts of affection and resignation. “But yeah, I missed you, Bobbers. I’m glad you’re home.”
“Glad to be home.” Bobby replies, kissing Reggie’s hair as he nuzzles against them.
(It didn’t matter that they weren’t technically ‘home’ yet, but instead stood at the very bottom of their driveway. Because this was home.)
1: coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?
water bottles smh I’m a college student, I don’t own half of these and drink almost exclusively water because it’s easier
19:sleeping position?
[id: a stick figure drawn in the aro flag colors in the position described after this]
I do some weird bullshit pose. I’m a side-sleeper and one leg is straight out while the rest of me is in the fetal position. My side preference seems to be “yes but actually no”.
fries fries fries frieS friES frIES (but also chips and baked potatoes are really good)
82: pc or console?
okay so. i prefer pc because of free online games but if we’re talking “real” games then console (dqb2 is my favorite on the switch! never played dq lol or the first one but it’s enjoyable nonetheless)
Your fics are amazing! I went on a reading spree of TUA fics on ao3 last night and realized that a lot of them were yours, so sorry for the spam of comments I just love them so much! :)
Oh my god, I remember you!! I saw that I got a series of comments this morning and it made me really happy. Thank you so much for the support!! 💜💜💜💜
Hi! I love your boards :D could you make a cupioromantic+nonsam aro paranoid mood board?
I’m glad you like the boards :D I did my best! I hope you like it, I had to kind of stretch the theme since there wasn’t a whole lot that was specifically paranoid
Thank you for how much you do for the fandom and for helping keep it alive! Do you have any really fluffy kurt sick!fics and Blaine is trying to help him? Thanks again!
You’re very welcome!
As far as fluffy sick fics, I suppose there’s some fluff within, but you have to take that along with the angsty bits. Here is our sick!fic tag, and I’d like to suggest my absolute favorite Klaine fic of all time - it’s absolutely wonderful. Enjoy! ~Lynne
Everyday by whatIknew
A few days after their 2nd wedding anniversary, Kurt is in an accident and falls into a coma. Blaine struggles with the decision to let him go, and the night before they’re set to pull the plug, Kurt wakes up.
One problem: He thinks it’s 2008 and that he is 14 years old. No New Directions, no Finn and Carole, and no Blaine.
Blaine helps Kurt try to remember his old life while they consider starting a new one.
