Yesterday was Luke Day and I meant to post this. Since Luke Day is when we as a fandom get to celebrate best boy I thought 6/9 can work as a fan canon birthday as we don't know when his actual birthday is.
luke would definitely notice your feet hurting but you would feel bad saying anything he would just pick you up or tell you to hop on his back for a lil (long) piggy back ride
“are your feet hurting baby.” He whispers in your ear noticing that you’ve been limping in your heals for the past 8 minutes,
“I’m fine luke, i just have a blister and we are almost home anyways i can walk.” You hissed out when you took another step
“get on my bad.” He crutches down to your level, you got on his back sighing revealing the pain, “feeling better”
[a companion piece to this gorgeous piece of Luke art brought to you by the ever talented @mamirugbee]
It‘s a warm and quiet night as Julie lies comfortably on a sleeping Luke, the sound of his strong heartbeat thudding steadily against her ear.
Her finger lazily traces patterns on his chest as her eyes roam the dark room, taking in the familiar surroundings of yet another hotel room. Julie had come to learn that no matter what country they were in, the hotel rooms were always the same.
Her eyes brush over his discarded navy and black suit along with his black band tee draped over the sofa across the room, landing on the shiny helmet propped on top of the coffee table, the gloss glittering with the light of the moon shining through the slanted shutters of the window. Her gaze lingers on the various logos littered across the top of it, each one of them so familiar to her now. As her eyes take in the shape of the Sunset Curve Racing logo, her heart warms once more at the memory of Luke pulling it off earlier that day, as he swiped his sweaty hair away from his face, listening intently to the scores. She also distinctly remembers the brightness of his smile that had been visible from miles away as his name echoed through the circuit, the announcers praising him as the youngest driver to ever win the Mexican Grand Prix.
Her eyes flick away from the helmet to rest on the trophy standing tall on the centre of the dining table tucked away in the corner of their room, the silver glint of it guiding her gaze down towards the name engraved on the plaque at its base.
She had watched him from the base of the podium as his competitors sprayed him with champagne, his smile not waning for a second as his hat, his favourite Screams from the Attic band tee and his suit tied at his waist got drenched. The multicoloured flags behind him had flapped in the wind as he turned his gaze, searching for her in the gathering crowd. She had backed away the second his eyes landed on her, the growing mischievous smile on his face a warning sign as he started towards her, the sticky nature of dried champagne pushing her to move even further away from his approaching hands.
She had lost of course, a smile now making its way on her lips as she remembers his arms snaking their way around her waist from the back, lifting her up until her feet were helplessly kicking the air in front of her, her squeals louder than the cheering crowd.
Julie pulls her attention away from the day’s events and back to the quiet room she finds herself in, her eyes coming back to trace the features of the sleeping driver beneath her.
Her heart grows tenfold as she takes in the peaceful almost boyish look on his face, sleep taking away any edge it might carry during the day. Without her permission, her fingers skim the lines of his chest, dipping past his collarbone and up his neck as they settle at the base of his jawline.
She thanks whatever greater power brought him safely back to her after yet another successful race.
Because truth be told, even though she had gotten better at controlling the anxiety that riddled her whenever he walked away from her and towards his car, Julie still worried about him and struggled to sit still while she watched him race to the finish line.
Just like she was now, she often found herself wondering how Luke kept his pre-race nerves at bay as he got ready to risk his life again and again for his job - his passion. She admired for him, even if it scared the living daylights out of her.
She always watched him as he got ready while the team, including Alex and Reggie, prepped him before he slid into his seat behind the wheel, glimpsing a look of peace settling on his features as he closed his eyes for a few seconds, shutting out the flurry of activity happening around him.
Julie had always assumed it was due to the music pulsing through his headphones, the loud beating of the drums and heavy guitar riffs blocking out the world for just those few seconds. It was a ritual she’d seen time and time again, even before he knew she existed - but during his last few races, she’d been seeing less and less of that. The headphones themselves would be left dangling in her hands as he walked away - no music in his ears, his eyes never leaving hers.
Maybe whatever brought on that peaceful expression to his face could help her, too.
Her fingers move upwards once more, her thumb gently swiping against his cheek and grazing the day old stubble. Her index finger glides down the length of his nose, her hand hovering just above his mouth when she feels lips pressing into her palm.
A giggle slips out of her before she can stop herself.
“Did I wake you?”
Her whispered question is met with a soft grunt, followed by a hand tightening its hold on her hip.
“Yes. No. Maybe?” His sleepy answer brings out more laughter to bubble out, her hand retracting itself from his face to slap across her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” comes her muffled apology.
“No you’re not.”
A beat of silence follows before she slips her hand off her face and settles it back on his chest.
“No I’m not.”
He grins at her reply, his eyes still closed.
“How come you’re up?” His brow furrows before he cracks an eye open to peek at her. “Wait — what time is it?”
Julie shrugs, answering both of his questions in one swift motion.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“No, I’m fine I just...” She tries to think of a reason, but all she can think about is that peaceful look on his face before a race, and she suddenly finds herself itching to ask him.
“I- I was just thinking about today, and your races in general and I...” she trails off, not entirely sure how to phrase this.
She feels the hand on her hip give her one quick squeeze, and realises her eyes had drifted away from his gaze.
She looks back up at him to find him looking at her with both eyes open, a curious and slightly concerned, gleam to them.
Right. This was Luke — she could do this.
“It’s just that I know the anxiety that comes along with having a loved one getting into a race car will never fade, especially not after...” she trails off, taking in a deep breath before continuing. “But I- I always see you do this thing before you race. Like suddenly all of the anxiety that was there just kind of...melts away?” Julie registers her words and hurries to explain herself. “I don’t mean you’re not anxious anymore! Or that you’re completely relaxed or— I don’t know how to explain this. It’s like you’re just suddenly okay? Ugh, I’m sorry I don’t know what I’m saying.” She drags her hand towards her face as she hides behind it, hoping she can blame her lack of sleep on whatever the hell that was.
Anxiety about maybe dying just casually melting away?? Where did that come from?
The silence that follows only causes her to worry even more, until she feels a hand rest against hers, only to then gently pull it away from her face.
He holds onto it as she looks up at him again, his thumbs softly tracing her knuckles.
“I know what you mean, Jules.” He tilts one side of his mouth up into a half smile before he continues. “I’ve always had this habit of losing myself to music right before the race starts — ever since I was a kid music just kind of...I don’t know, had this calming effect on me? Or no, wait.” She watches him as he screws his mouth up, his eyes looking up towards the ceiling as he tries to come up with the right words. “Okay so maybe not calm exactly, but music has always been able to help me sort out how I feel, right? And just like it can help me understand how angry or sad or happy I am, I find that if I choose the right song, the right melody or just the right guitar riff, I can almost will myself to just — feel the way I want to feel? If that makes sense?”
His eyes come back down in search of hers as he struggles to explain himself, but just like she always does, Julie knows exactly what he means.
“Yeah, it does. Music is magic like that,” she tells him, a little smile sneaking its way onto her lips.
“Exactly!” The hand holding hers squeezes once before his thumb goes back to its soothing motion. He grins down at her, a smile just as bright as the one she saw on the podium earlier today, except this one was just for her to see.
Her gaze shifts down to his nose, her next question on the tip on her tongue struggling to make its way out. Was this maybe a little too personal? They’ve been together for a few months now but there were times where it still felt so new — she’d get shy or flustered like a school girl, getting tongue tied just at the sight of his brilliant smile. She had a feeling it would always be that way with Luke.
She hoped it would be.
“Jules?”
His voice interrupts her thoughts, bringing her back to the conversation as her eyes reflexively find their way back up to his.
Before she can overthink it, the words spill out of her.
”I um- It’s just that I noticed in the last few races you’ve stopped doing that — listening to music right up until the race starts, I mean. And yet even then you still get that look on your face so I just....wanted to know why - or how - I guess.”
His expression grows soft at her words, his eyes roaming her face once, twice, three times.
“Hmm, something more magical than music came into my life.”
She waits for him to continue, to elaborate and make sense. Instead he just stares at her, as if his vague statement was all the answer she needed.
“Um..what?”
He laughs quietly at her confusion, the vibrations of his laughter reaching the ear still pressed against his chest.
Not known to be patient, Julie jokingly scowls at him, attempting to look unimpressed as he laughs at her.
“What?” She doesn’t mean to, but a slight whine slips into her tone, followed by a pout settling on her lips. This only makes him laugh even harder, her head shaking with the movement of his chest.
“Nothing, nothing.” He chuckles some more while she half-heartedly glares at him, before continuing. “I thought I was being obvious but I guess Alex was right.”
“Alex? What about Alex?”
He shakes his head at her. “Nah, never mind. He just likes to tell me how wrong I am sometimes, that’s all.”
A snort makes its way out of her before she can stop herself. “When doesn’t he...”
He chuckles once more at her words, before quieting down as his eyes flicker down to her lips.
“Luke?”
His eyes tick back up at her questioningly, a smile curling her lips at his short attention span.
Or maybe he just got distracted by her? Huh.
“You were saying about something else taking over music...?”
“Oh! Oh right, yeah sorry. Uh, I mean it hasn’t taken over music exactly — it’s more like I’ve found something else that just kind of,” he lets go of her hand as he reaches over to trace a finger down her cheek. “Better embodies the magic of music for me? Kind of like the living embodiment of it, you could say.”
Her heart starts beating a little faster at his words even as her brain struggles to comprehend his words. Was he-
“Do you get what I’m trying to say, Julie?”
Unable to speak, Julie slowly shakes her head.
The hand on her face cradles her cheek, his fingers weaving their way into her hair.
“You, Jules. You calm my nerves before a race better than any song I’ve ever added to my playlist. I-” A chuckle escapes him before he continues, “Just the thought of you brings me this sense of peace, and it just kind of settles in, pushing away at any jitters that try to shake me before a race. I don’t know how to explain it, even if it’s pretty simple to me.” He stops to stare into her eyes for a second, Julie fully unable to articulate any word or thought.
“I just close my eyes for a few seconds, and picture you. Your voice, your eyes, your smile. I picture you running towards me after a race like you did that first time, and suddenly I’m just excited to race and get to the other side so I can hold you again.”
She feels his thumb gently swipe across her cheek; up and down, up and down.
“I guess what I’m trying to say — what I thought was obvious but maybe Alex was right — is that you’re the reason I’ve been getting better in all my races, the reason I even won today. You make me a better driver, make me want to be a better person.” He tries to draw her closer, his head tilting down towards hers, lifting it off his pillow as he whispers against the crown of her head,
“I love you Jules.”
Still taken by the confession that has left her a little dizzy, Julie pulls herself closer to Luke, wrapping her arms around him as she tightens her hold on him, her face snuggling into his chest. They had already said those three words to each other numerous times before, neither one of them shy about letting the other know the true depth of their feelings.
But somehow, this felt different.
“I love you,” she mouths into the space right above his heart, pressing a kiss into his skin. She feels his fingers twitch in her hair, letting her know that he heard her, felt her, too.
Silence settles in the dark room, neither one of them moving, too happy and comfortable to ruin the moment. They both eventually fall asleep in each other’s arms, ready to conquer whatever the world threw their way - one race at a time.
