#i'm gonna have to do the rest of it tomorrow

[paladin--strait]

soulmates part 5.2

luke hughes x reader

tw!!: some language, use of y/n, reader can be depicted as any body shape/size, female reader. this story moves kinda fast, since I want it to only be a couple of parts long. this is a complete work of fiction. I am in no way saying or implying that these people act the way they do in the story. I am open to any sort of constructive criticism! thank you!

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his hands rest on my hips, "i know he's my brother and i shouldn't take you from him, but he's the one who set us up and i'm not gonna let you go." he looks down at me, eyes full of sincerity as he speaks. "i know we just met, but i don't think i can imagine my life without you now that i've gotten to know you."

i look up at him with wide eyes, my jaw dropped slightly. "luke..."

"don't." he shakes his head, pausing his words for a moment. "can i kiss you?"

his words shock me, but i'm also not surprised that he's asked me. i stand silently for a second, making eye contact with his wide eyes, they're pleading with mine, almost. i nod slowly, placing my hands on his chest gently.

he takes a shaky breath, slowly leaning down and moving one of his hands from my hip to my cheek, his lips finally making contact with mine, sending shockwaves throughout my body and causing my brain to fog as our lips move in sync with each other.

we kiss for a few seconds that feel like hours, before luke pulls away and places his forehead against mine, our eyes still closed. we both smile as i move my hands from his chest to cup both his cheeks, pulling him in for another gentle kiss. he slowly moves us back until my back hits the cold wall, kissing me with such a loving intensity that everything around me seems to stop.

once we finally pull away, luke pulls me in for warm hug, his arms wrapped around my waist and his face tucked into my hair, slowly rocking us back and forth. "luke...?" i whisper, "what are we gonna do now? about quinn?"

he pulls away from the hug, hands still on my waist. "i don't really know...i'll talk to him about it tomorrow. but don't worry about it right now." he says, running his fingers through his curls.

i'm about to speak again when a knock at the door makes me jump, i step away from the door and open it, looking out the door at jamie and trevor, who are standing there with shocked looks on their faces. "oh, sorry are we interrupting something?"

luke and i shake our heads, "just talking about some things. what's up?" i answer, smiling softly at them.

"jimmy and i were just looking for y/n," trevor responds, "we wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie with us in our room? if you're not busy?"

i answer them, "sure! what are we watching?"

"mighty ducks 1 and 2!" trevor responds excitedly, "luke, you can join us if you want?"

luke shakes his head, "you guys have fun, i'll see you all in the morning." he smiles at us, before leaning in to peck my lips, "see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

"see you tomorrow..." i smile at him, walking out of his bedroom and shutting the door behind me. "did you guys get snacks?"

i look over at them as we walk, both of them standing there behind me, jaw dropped at what they just saw. as we walk down the hallway to our room, trevor rushes up beside me. "did he kiss you? does this mean you two are official?" he ask excitedly.

i smile and laugh softly, "i don't think it's official just yet, but yes he did kiss me." i respond as jamie moves to walk beside me on the other side.

"i was hoping you'd pick luke!" jamie says with a smile, "i love quinn and i think he's a great guy, but i think you and luke are perfect for each other! and he calls you sweetheart? now that's cute." he laughs, opening the door to our shared room.

trevor runs in and jumps on the bed, leaving me last to go in. i look out in the hallway and catch sight of quinn, who had been walking behind us the whole time with a glass of water in his hand. he must've went to the kitchen and came back up around the same time as us. my heart drops when i see his face.

he looks like he's just been stabbed in the back, his eyes watering, a sight i've never seen before. i open my mouth to say something, but he rushes into his room and shuts the door behind him. i sigh, remembering that luke said he would talk to him tomorrow, so i step into the bedroom and shut the door, watching as trevor gets the movie set up.

i can't help but wonder how quinn will react to luke talking to him tomorrow about us, my heart racing and my mind clouded with anxiousness as i think about the day to come.

[freneticfloetry]

I know. I'm late. Who's shocked, at this point? The end of esta noche will be up this weekend (or before, if the odds are in my favor tomorrow). In the meantime, have a taste of the next thing in line (which I'm super excited about, actually), along with a shiny new header for 2025!

Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @strandnreyes @bonheur-cafe @whatsintheboxmh @nisbanisba @carlossreaders and @heartstringsduet for the tags today. 😘

"Do you think this was his way of breaking the news that he doesn't want to live with me anymore?" Snorting, she snags the last strip of bacon from his plate. "Yeah, you've officially lost me." "Think about it. The guys he hooks up with, he doesn't even stay to see sunrise." He draws his shoulders up to his ears and lets them drop back again. "Now he's just gonna, what, live with one for the rest of his life?" "The rest of — wow, okay." She puts both eyebrows up in that particular way that means she thinks he's pathetic but thinks actually saying so is too basic. "Alejandro, I say this with every shred of affection between us, plus the brunch you're now buying because you've made my brain hurt: there are literal lesbians who move slower than this." "Nora, I'm serious," he hisses, snatching what's left of his bacon back. "He's noped out of the last three showings. He gets cagey whenever I send a link to a listing. At this point, I can't even come anywhere near him with an open browser." But it's also Henry, who hates confrontation, who gets anxious about change, who can pluck endless poetry out of thin air but struggles with words that will hurt to hear. Alex shakes his head. Regardless of Nora's trash take, the rest of his life feels pretty damn accurate. In hindsight, he'd sort of figured that they'd find a place and move themselves in and just keep going like this forever — the same companionship and cohabitation that some might call co-dependence, with Henry fucking his way through every dude with Daddy Issues until either his looks or his trust fund ran out, and Alex secretly, silently, stupidly in love with him until the approximate heat death of the universe. He'd never considered that Henry might opt for a secret third thing: moving on with his life, without Alex in it. The bacon crumbles to bits in his hand. He bites into his lower lip, instead. "What if..." He stops. Swallows hard. Starts again. "Nora, what if he just fucked me goodbye?"

Y’all were quick this week! Tagging in @never-blooms @liminalmemories21 @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @lemonlyman-dotcom @orchidscript @ladytessa74 @three-drink-amy @herefortarlos @carlos-tk @welcometololaland and @alrightbuckaroo.

[catocappuccino]

Her favourite colour is yello w

[soulprompts]

hello it is i, your local tumblrarian, here to drink tea from her pumpkin mug and tell u the following important announcement: being on tumblr every single day is possibly not a great idea. let's use a metaphor here. it's like squeezing a lemon every day, but it's only got so much juice, you'll only end up getting frustrated and upset that the juice is no longer flowing. and then it's building up this habit of squeezing lemons every day, but then one day you're not around and you're worried, because what if the lemon had juice today? what if we missed the juicing opportunity?

but now let's sprinkle in the following notion: every once in a while, we step outside of the lemon juicer, and we go to the market to buy more lemons. the next day, we wake up, we go back to the juicer, and what do you know! the juice is flowing again!

gonna step back from the metaphor here to just explain a few things. we have all been in the situation of staring wretchedly at the computer screen, begging for a drop of inspiration. most of us are online each and every day. and that's okay! i'm the same! but maybe we need to refresh the cycle here, because i took a day to myself today, i consciously refused to go online until 6PM, and even that 24 hour break was enough to get some very exciting ideas going! and tomorrow i'll be writing more than i have in weeks!

we put too much pressure on ourselves to be here 24/7, and it's time that we just knocked that out and started treating writing as what it always was: a hobby. so go take a break. go out for a walk, go get lunch in a nice cafe, step away from the computer and just let yourself do something that isn't absorbed in writing or in your education/career.

[cubtales]

୧(՞o̴̶̷̤ ̫ o̴̶̷̤ ՞)و if you see this know i love u very much!

[kaisollisto]

[b-blushes]

i was feeling a bit bleak earlier but then i went outside just for a change of scenery and saw the three frogs and hung out with my dad for a bit while he chopped wood and then played imagination with my friend via the internet and then a different friend said they'd come and visit from their country and now it's like WOW!!!! the cup overflows!!!!! :')

[moe-broey]

Somewhere in here I gotta fit a speech bubble BUT. Sillies...

[ladylynse]

I am officially snowed in.

[so-much-for-subtlety]

I had a bunch of things that I needed to do that - one I'd been putting off for literally months. I did them all in less than an hour.

[doubleedgemode]

I wanted to go on a drawing spree yesterday, but I could only muster these two before dozing off.

First one, even if I'm not that sure about how I drew her face shape in this angle (and most importantly I forgot her neck and torso bandages OOPS) I do really like how most of the drawing came out. And at least it isn't a bland bust this time, though I'm pretty sure I've already drawn a pose like this before. (Oh no the next drawing is a 3/4 bust again..)

Second, yesterday I saw an artist draw some of the coolest redesigns ever for a different media piece, and thought about the many awesome gg redesigns I often see so I wanted to give A.B.A a spin... Except I was out of ideas so most of this drawing is her regular design haha. I got too tired to even try to attempt to draw the rest of the body and half-assed the key but I like the vibes and pose (even if I.. think I made her neck a bit too long? Old habits die hard... Necks are my enemies when drawing!)

I like the idea of her having a key take on the classic frankenstein bolts (though wait, her head key is referred to as a screw. Would this also be a screw or key shaped bolts??-)

[gayteddy]

stays up until 5am writing 4k of OC fanfiction that 3 people tops will ever see including myself. <3

[szollibisz]

I need to draw more unfortunately the allure of hitting pixels in a silly game is too strong

[evanwevand]

I'm so fucking close to dropout school

[efverse]

eon SUCKS bc I feel like I can't write analysis posts about him without detouring thru a small explanation of a small segment of his ridiculous mental gymnastics course which just throws off the whole thing bc like. What do you mean you think like this you geezer😩

[carbonateddelusion]

haha! my depression keeps getting worse