Girl meets world imagines

Rain lucas x reader

This is not mine credits to hearts-of-hawkins on tumblr

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An imagine where the reader breaks up with her abusive now ex-boyfriend & she goes tell the gang. Lucas has liked the reader since he met her & when he sees the bruises and blood on her he goes Texas Lucas on her ex.

Warnings: abuse, cursing

Takes place in college as it's a more mature situation. I am aware that there are abusive relationships in high school but I just feel this would work better with them in college.

I often found comfort in the rain. The soft patter on my window had lulled me to sleep countless nights and occasionally provided a sweet distraction from the dull ache that spread through my body. Even now, as I stood outside, my coat heavy and my legs aching, I was comforted by the cold bullets as they fell down my face and sent shivers through my whole body. Surely id find myself with a wretched cold later but I didn't care. I just basked in the storm.

"Y/n, what on earth are you doing out here?" a voice called out above the rain, interrupting my brief moment of euphoria. My eyes opened to see Lucas friar, a good friend of mine, standing a few feet away from me, one hand shoved in his coat pocket and the other holding a small umbrella.

I shrugged.

"Enjoying the rain." He gave me an incredulous look.

"It's freezing!'' he stepped closer to me, holding out his umbrella but I pushed it back to him. I shrugged again.

''I know.''

''you're going to get sick."

"I know." He tried to give me his umbrella again.

"Don't worry about it. S'not much use to me anymore." I said, shoving my hands into my squishy pockets and rocking on my heels. He just laughed at me.

"You're a piece of work, y/n."

"I know."

He looked down behind me, taking notice of my suitcases that I had sitting in the shade, away from the wet.

"Where are you going?" his questioned seemed to bring me out of my blissful haze. I gazed up at the apartment building I used to call home. I shook my head.

''I don't know." My words were quiet, muffled by the rain that was beginning to come down harder. Lucas gave me a concerned look.

"Y/n, where's Jackson?'' it sounded like more of a command than a question.

"He's at work. In fact, he should be coming home soon so I should probably get going." I tried to get a cab but none stopped for me, probably not wanting a soaking wet girl ruining their seats.

"Come to my place!'' I hadn't noticed that Lucas was still standing next to me.

"Oh, no I wouldn't want to intrude!" he scoffed, shaking his head.

''It's not intruding if I invited you. Now, come on, my place is just a few blocks away."

Lucas threw his keys into the small dish by the door as I lugged my suit cases through the threshold. I was greeted pleasantly by the warmth of his apartment that smelled of black sandalwood and pumpkin pie. An odd combination, yes, but it brought a feeling of warmth and security to me.

Lucas turned to me, pointing down the hallway. "The bathroom and guest room are down the hall. Get changed and make yourself at home. I'm going to start dinner." And with a quick smile he exited the room. I sighed to myself before trudging down the hallway, leaving small puddles of water trailing after me.

After placing my bags in the small guest room I traveled across the hall to the bathroom.

I stripped myself of my heavy, wet, wool coat and sighed at the weight being lifted off my shoulders. I then rid myself of the rest of my damp clothing. I couldn't help but stare at the large purple bruise that covered the majority of my upper arm. It was sickening to look at. Some areas were dark purple, with no signs of healing, and others were a grotesque yellow green that would heal in a few days.

I trailed my shaking fingers over the even newer bruise forming on my hip. My thoughts flashed back to early this morning before Jackson left for work.

"Why the fuck didn't you make breakfast?" he asked me angrily. I looked down at my feet.

'' T-there wasn't any food to make. I'll go to the grocery store later, I promise." He just glared at me, shoving me into the counter before storming out of the room to get dressed for work. Tears pricked my eyes as I tried to suppress a whimper. I clutched my side, slowly making my way towards the couch. I sat with my head in my hands and silent tears strolling down my face.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I wiped away a stray tear, shoving those thoughts aside before stepping into the shower.

I followed the smell of spaghetti to the kitchen where I found Lucas standing over the stove, stirring the sauce.

"Smells great in here." I said, coming up behind him and putting my hand over his shoulder, looking at the pots of food.

"Good, I hope you like spaghetti." He smiles. I smiled back and nodded. A silence fell over the room. He cleared his throat.

"Um, y/n, if you don't mind me asking...why did you leave?" he asked timidly. I look down at my feet. It was naïve of me to think that this wouldn't come up. He looked at me with concern flooding his eyes. "You don't have to tell me right away. Take all the time you need."

"You're such a good friend, Lucas." I gave him a sad smile before engulfing him in a hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, causing me to let out a slight whine. He pulled away.

"You okay?" I nodded a little too quickly, stepping away and pulling my t-shirt down. His face darkened as he walked towards me.

"Y/n, pull up your shirt." He demanded lowly. I started to shake.

"Lucas, you're scaring me." I tried to back away but found myself trapped between him and the wall. My heart rate and my breathing picked up speed.

"I said pull your shirt up!" he growled. I squeaked as he grabbed hold of my shirt and slowly pulled it up. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the tears away. He let out a gasp.

"Did he do this to you?" I didn't answer. "Did. He. Do. This. To. You." He growled. I slowly nodded, not meeting his gaze.

He dropped my shirt and turned away from me. He was quiet for a moment before he angrily threw a bowl at the wall, shattering it into a million pieces. I jumped at the noise. He stormed out of the kitchen and I followed him, knowing exactly where he was going.

{ill post part 2 when the creator posts part 2}