Washing their back/hair in the shower.
oooo i could see luke loving his girlfriend washing his hair and she always does he curl routine for him
Toast my love 🥹 Thank you for requesting
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The buzzer blared through the speakers of the TV, and you winced. The devils lost 5-4 in a shootout. Luke looked absolutely exhausted in his post game interview. It ticked you off a little that they made him do them so often. It's like they forgot he was a rookie sometimes.
Lukey The Loml: Be at urs in 20
You: Ok, drive safe love. See you in 20 ❤️
You paced around your apartment anxiously while you waited. You heard his footsteps in the hall, and before he even had a chance to stick his key in the lock, you were flinging the door open and holding your arms out to him.
Luke stepped over the threshold of the door, dropped his bag, and collapsed into your arms with a sigh. The height difference has him hunching over awkwardly for him to bury his face against your neck. His arms lock around your waist, and he sighs, melting further into the warmth of your body.
You card your fingers through his curls, fingers catching on all the knots from wearing his helmet for so long. You tug him further into your apartment, kicking the door shut as you go. He doesn't protest when you lead him to the bathroom and detangle him from your embrace to turn on the shower.
"You played so well, my darling boy," you say softly, helping him strip.
He gives you a tired smile, "Thanks, baby."
You make quick work of your own clothing and pull him into the shower. He groans, rolling his shoukders as the hot water hits his back. "Fuck I'm tired," he mutters attempting to run a hand through his hair. His fingers catch on the tangles, and he grunts frustratedly, yanking at his hair.
"Sit down, darling, I got you," you say, tugging his hand from his hair gently, and guiding him to sit on the shower seat, he does so without complaint, closing his eyes and ducking his head under the hot stream of water. He rests his hands on your hips, rubbing gentle circles with the pads of his thumbs.
You pop open the shampoo bottle, squirting some in your palms and lathering it up. The scent of coconut and vanilla melds with the steam, and your fingers delve into his curls once again, massaging at his scalp expertly. He melts against you with a happy sigh, his forehead resting against your torso.
Luke will never get tired of having you wash his hair, and honestly, you'll never get tired of washing it for him. Your fingers move in gentle cirlcles from the top of his head to his temples to the back of his neck. You detach the shower head and rinse the shampoo out of his hair before reaching for the conditioner.
You spread it all over your palms and drag your hands through the ends of his hair, working out all the knots with practiced ease. Luke had never been a post game ritual guy. As long as he had a shower, snack, and got to sleep, he was good. Until you came along, with your whirlwind of hair products and showed him the wonders of having his hair washed by another person.
Now, whenever he had the opportunity, he pulled you into the shower with him and made you wash and style his hair. You scrub him down gently and rinse out the conditioner. If he notices the floral scent of the body wash, rather than whatever the fuck Night panther smells like, he doesn't comment. Although you know he likes your bodywash better.
You hand Luke a towel and wrap one around yourself before padding to the bedroom and grabbing a change of clothes for the pair of you. Sweats and a hoodie for Luke, and one of his sweat shirts and shorts for yourself.
Luke takes the change of clothes from you and plants a kiss on your temples, "Thank you, baby."
As soon as the two of you are clothed, Luke is hoisting you onto the bathroom counter and standing between your legs patiently, his hands rest on your thighs, tracing shapes absent-mindedly. You lock your legs around his hips, ensuring he's as close as possible while you run product through his still wet hair.
Leave in conditioner, scrunch, then gel and scrunch again.
You twirl a couple of wonky looking curls around your finger to make them coil neatly. You twist around to wash the product off your hands and then pull him in for a sweet kiss. Luke kisses you back softly, cupping your face with so much care that it makes your heart gooey in your chest.
You pull away, panting softly as you rest your forehead against his. "Come on, i'll make you a snack and we'll cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. Ok?"
Luke can't resist pressing another kiss to your lips, hoping he can pour all the love he feels into it. "Thanks for making me feel better."
"It's nothing darling, that's what I'm here for," you shrug.
"I love you so much," he murmurs, pressing fluttering kisses to your cheeks, "more than I have words for,"
Your cheeks warm, and you smile shyly.
"I love you too, my darling, with my whole heart."
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Can't stop thinking about how the actual wording of the prophecy is "one who CALLS you friend."
Luke took Percy out into those woods, knowing that if Percy didn't join him, he would need to kill him quietly.
Luke let Percy walk through the world with the lightning bolt, knowing if anyone was to find it on him he'd be smited instantly.
Luke gave Percy the shoes, planning for them to drag Percy down into the pits of hell and the hungry hungry embrace of Kronos.
Luke has love for annabeth, his sister, Luke has love for Grover, his protector, but he saw a forbidden kid and made a calculated decision on how best to utilise him and planned to eliminate him easily and swiftly in one elegant move, using him as a mule in the progress.
Percy was looking for which one of his friends would betray him, not realising it was one who only called him friend.
Percy not being important to Luke doesn't change how meaningful that relationship was for Percy, but boy howdy does it make it that much sadder😭
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Solomon, Satan, Simeon, Luke & MC: *studying for a magic studies assignment together*
Solomon: *helping MC with a spell* There it is, you did it.
*smiles* You're my best student, you know? As your teacher, you make me proud.
MC: He says as if his other students weren't all dead.
Simeon: *spits out his drink*
Satan: ...! *tries to stifle a laugh*
Luke: *big gasp* MC, you can't say that! And you two, don't laugh...!!
Solomon: No Luke, it's fine. 🥲
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I find it a little funny that Ezra, Cal, and Ahsoka all wear light colored clothes and have turned some way shape or form to the dark side while Luke wears black (typical sith colors) and hasn't turned to the dark side once
Luke, probably the chillest Jedi currently alive: I wear all black because I'm so emo and edgy. My dad was evil. You know I almost turned to the dark side once? I'm just that edgy.
Cal, sweating profusely: wowww damn that's crazy imagine going dark side. couldn't be me
Ezra, also sweating: haha same I'm so light side I wear yellow and orange
Ahsoka, sweating and nodding: same same same I literally wear white how could I have been evil
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