Julie and the Phantoms imagines and prefrences

favorites [luke x reader]

1994

Reggie and I sat outside of our house on the curb. It was the middle of winter and freezing. Mom and dad locked us out of the house with no jackets or anything. They've been fighting all morning.
Reggie tried to stop them but dad got mad and started yelling at him. And when I tried to get him to stop he smacked me in the face.
Then he kicked us out and started yelling at mom again.
Reggie had his arms around me trying to keep me warm.
Luke drove up in his car, he didnt stop for a minute, not seeing us.
Then he catches my eye and notices our lack of winter wear.
He opens the door of the car. It's barely even stopped.
He runs up to me and reggie and asks what happened.
I let reggie talk for me, not feeling like saying anything.
"... and then he smacked y/n in the face and kicked us out and left us freezing outside."
Luke looks really angry. I've never seen him like this.
Luke takes off the sweater hes wearing and wraps it around me.
"Are you okay?" He asks me his hands on my shoulders.
I nod and go to pull my hair out of my face. My hand brushes my cheek and I wince in pain at the small contact with the bruise.
Luke notices this and moves my hair out of the way.
The forming bruise is now exposed. Anger flairs in his eyes.
He starts towards the house but I grab his hand.
"Luke, no please. You'll just make it worse." I call out to him.
"So I'm just supposed to sit back and let this happen? I'm supposed to watch as two of my favourite people are hurt and put down? No. I'm not doing this. This is shit. They are stupid if they think that we're gonna let this happen."
"Luke if you confront him then hes just gonna get angrier. It'll get worse. Please just take us home." I say.
He looks into my pleading eyes, and finally nods.
I get into the backseat of the car and reggie and luke sit in the front.
"I hate them." He says after a few moments if silence.
"So do we."

2020

I sit outside if where my old house used to be. Theres a shop there.
Reggie was disappointed but I didnt mind. The memories could become more distant. I can pretend that place never existed.
Suddenly someone's next to me.
Luke's there. Looking at me, hes worried.
"You good?"
I nod, the wind blowing the hair in my face.
"Hey... um do you remember that one day when you found me and reggie outside?"
He nods, "I've never been more angry in my life."
"I never said thank you." I say looking at the ground.
"It was no big deal."
"It really was. The only person that I ever really felt like they genuinely cared for me was reggie. After that day I realized you did too. It made feel a little less alone."
I whispered that last part, and kicked a rock.
Luke doesnt say anything. Just looks at me.
I move my hair away from my neck.
"What the hell is that?" Luke asks.
I remember the permanent bruises I have there. It's a sick green color.
"Its nothing." I say covering it back up.
He moves my hair again ,getting a better view of it.
"When did that happen?" He says quietly. Hes seething with anger.
"A week before you guys played the Orpheum. I told dad I was going with reggie after he graduated. He didnt like that." I refuse to look him in the eyes. He must think I'm weak or pathetic or both.
Neither of us say anything for a minute.
After a second I feel his arms wrap around me.
"I hate him." He states.
"So do I."
"I should've tried to get you guys out of that place."
"Dont blame yourself. Its those people. They're poison." I say, my voice full of malice. I bury myself farther into Luke's chest.
"How did someone as amazing as you come out of a place like that."
"I'm not that great. I'm probably the most pessimistic, pathetic person ever."
He holds my face in his hands. "Dont talk about yourself that way. You are incredible, vibrant, iridescent." He says.
I blush and smile a small smile.
"There it is. Theres that smile." He gives me a smile that could make death himself feel good about himself.
"I dont think I could've made it through that place with out reggie, or you."
I look him in his eyes.
His eyes move to my lips, it's only for a split second, but its enough for me to know what hes about to do.
He leans down and places a gentle kiss on my lips. I kiss him back, I warm feeling taking over me.
My hand goes to his cheek and his goes to my waist.
We pull away after a minute.
"You're my favorite." He whispers to me.
"And you're mine."