#luke + the boys dont need forgive him but they can still miss their friend and want him back

[lukemfhughes]

‘leave, please’

luke hughes x reader

summary: luke comes home from wjc and is pissed cause they didn’t get the result they wanted and takes his anger out on you.

note: this is requested by an anon! It’s short but i think it’s fine.

You were there, at the airport the morning when lukes flight landed. when he claimed his luggage he walked towards to you. “hi.” you whisper gently and reach for a hug. he hugs you back, but the hug is quick. it’s weird. you walk towards to your car and turn on the car. luke sits on the passenger seat and looks out of the window.

“So got any plans?” You try to make converstation. “Mhm, gonna go to the game with duker.” he says. You just nod. You drive to the sophs house where you also live at. 

“me and dylan are gonna leave now and go eat before heading to the arena.” luke says as he puts on his jacket. “Oh ok then.” you mumble. “Do you have something against it.” He asks. “no, but u know, i just thought we could chill before it but nevermind.” You say. “i have min before dylan comes.” he says and comes to the living room. 

“so do you have something to comment of wjc?” you ask him. “so you just wanna talk of that, why do you got to do that.” he says. you look up at him when he stands up. “always you bring up things like that, i dont wanna talk to you anymore! leave! please.” he yells. you stand up and walk to your room. you start packing a suitcase, only taking needed stuff. when you walk down, luke has already left. you order an uber and go to your friends house.

Later that night when luke arrives back home and goes to his room to look for you but notices nothing else than, that your stuff is missing. he immediately opens his phone and calls you. you don’t answer and send him a text. ‘don’t call me. i’m fine, no need to pretend that you care’ it says. Luke reads the text over and over again. his eyes fill with tears as he punches the wall next to him. this causes the other boys to notice and go upstairs. 

“what’s wrong?” eddy asks as he enters the room. “y/n, i took my anger out on her and now she left.” he cries. “I fucked up so bad, man why i got to be like this.” he continues. “you should go to apologize her.” Mark says. ”I don’t know where she is!” Luke says. ”She is at her best friends house.” Dylan says. The boys look at him confused how he knows. ”Snap map, duh.” He says. ”Damn when you became smart.” Mackie says. Luke grabs his keys and leaves to your best friends house.

He knocks and your best friend lili opens the door for him. ”how can i help u hughes.” She asks. ”Is y/n here?” He asks and peaks behind her. ”Nope.” Lili protest. ”C’mon, her snap map shows that she is here.” Luke says. ”Lili who is it?” Your voice shouts from the house. ”Y/n!!” Luke yells as you walk to behind lili. ”Shit.” You say. ”Please y/n talk to me, i’m sorry, i’m sorry that i took out my anger on you. I fucked up please.” You look at him and see that he is crying. ”Luke, you hurt me.” You say. ”I know i did baby but please forgive me, i can’t do this without you.” He cries.

You can’t protest against him anymore. You push past lili and pull luke for a hug. He cries into your shoulder. ”I’m sorry.” He mumbles. ”Shhh.” You try to calm him down. He lift his head up and kisses your head. ”Lets go home.” He says and grabs your suitcase what was still next to the door. ”I’m gonna make it up to you.” He says and kisses your cheek.

”Maybe when you move to jersey with me.” He mumbles. You whip your head his way and he winks.

[bisexualreginaldpeters]

so what if for when the boys do see trevor face to face for the first time trevor is just staring at them with the same disbelief he had seeing them on stage. luke is already ranting, he’s upset and trevor knows he upset and knows why, but he isn’t really able hear him. too caught up in the fact that they’re here actually talking to him. looking like nothing bad ever happened. and sure they’re a little see through but they seem solid enough that trevor can’t stop himself from testing just how real they are.

so in the middle of luke’s rant of stolen legacies and forgotten dreams trevor pulls him into a hug, he has no idea julie makes them touchable he just had try. it’s not that trevor wasn’t listening or didn’t care but he’s too scared of passing up the chance to actually hug his best friend again after so much time. he can’t let them slip through his fingers. not this time. the anger dies down and almost immediately luke stops talking caught off guard. he doesn’t pull away. the anger is still there, turning to a simmer instead of a hot boiling over mess. it’s still something they’ll all talk about properly but right now the sting of the betrayal is soothed. just by a little. the ache in his heart grows though. resentment lingers but so does something firmiliar softer. the adoration he once had for the now older man is still there. somewhere.

luke can’t bring himself to be angry and bitter in that moment. he melts a little, the tension in him breaks briefly wrapped in trevor bobby’s arms because that’s his best friend and he misses him so much that it hurts just as much as the lack of credit does.

it takes a moment for luke to process and hug back but when he does he’s clinging so tightly. trevor is so much taller now he can rest his chin on luke’s head. it shakes him to his core. if he wasn’t holding onto luke he wouldn’t trust his legs to not give out because he feels so real it’s hard to believe. they’re both crying and it sort of feels like the world comes to a screeching halt but it doesn’t really matter. they’re only aware enough to notice that alex and reggie have joined in the hug gripping on like they’ll disappear at any moment. with the boys’ luck they might. none of them dwell on that though. focusing on being together again. they got their best friend back. at least in that moment.

it’s only when they all pull away that it all comes crashing down. the reality of what trevor did and all the changes he’s been through fully and painfully hits. the anger boils back up and burns luke’s throat. it’s the aftermath that hurts more and despite it been 25 years in the making trevor isn’t sure he’s ready to face all the ghosts of his past least of all the ones he created.

[blush-and-books]

always alive, first meeting, fluff, magic/magical realism.

slightly more angst in here than I was banking on, but the whole magical realism thing threw me for a loop and i still dont even know if i did it properly. probably not, but i got carried away and hope you like it!!! it was so fun to write!

As absolutely shitty as it was that Luke had to start at a new school, he had two saving graces: The first being the music program that he could take light advantage of without his parents knowing, and the second being that his three best friends would be there with him. 

Because they all got expelled together. 

(It was an incident involving a school assembly, a fire alarm, and skipping the rest of the day as soon as everyone was outside. It was only because the trick didn’t cause true harm to anybody that they were allowed to attend another school in the same district rather than being pawned off somewhere miles away.)

When he really thinks about it, and pushes aside the dread over joining a new student body in the middle of the year, things could probably be better here. He’ll have a musical outlet that he never had at his shitty old school, and if he can find a musical outlet, then maybe he won’t be so eager to run away all the time. 

(He was literally planning to run away from home this Friday. But only Bobby knew.)

The second he steps foot in the halls of Los Feliz High School with his best friends by his side, he can’t help but be consumed by the hope that things are going to be different. 

He can’t help it -- it’s a gut feeling that he doesn’t know the root of. 

“Boys,” he says to the bandmates at his sides, “we’ve found a new home.”

“It’s nicer than Redwood Grove,” Alex observes, scanning the unscathed lockers that line the halls and smiling faces of passing students. 

Reggie looks around curiously through the crowds, nudging Bobby at his side. “Shouldn’t we be finding an office or something?” The rhythm guitarist shrugs, and they all look to Luke -- while the lead guitarist is clueless most of the time, he ironically has the best decision making skills and can always find it in himself to be confident in his choices. 

Luke is quick to wave them down the hallway, and they walk through the space as if they already own it. It’s so relieving to not have to worry about what these people already know about him -- they don’t know anything. He’s just the mysterious new guy that everyone wants to know. 

He’s so lost in the novelty of his new school that he doesn’t realize how far he has charged ahead of his classmates -- or to notice anyone walking right in front of him. “Oh, fuck, sorry!” 

(While Luke may be cocky, he at least has manners.)

The body he ran into -- the little body -- is clad in high-waisted jeans with paint all over them, and a burgundy baseball cap covering her face. She looks up to him with frustration in her eyes, waiting to use her words to cut into whoever almost knocked her on her ass, but when they lock eyes -- the two of them freeze up. 

Luke knew that things were going to be different at this new school, and he knew in his soul that there was something big to look forward to. He just thought it would be something related to his guitar instead of… A person. 

He doesn’t know what’s even happening -- this girl just has these stunning eyes, and she’s staring at him so deeply that he wonders if she can tell he’s about to leave his family at the end of the week. A tug runs along his spine, and he knows it’s for her even though that makes no real logical sense -- he just feels it. 

Her. His soul recognizes her. He doesn’t know how. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs again, desperate to hear her speak but not knowing what else to say. He doesn’t even know what he wants her to say, but it’s not-

“Watch where you’re going, please.”

She tries walking away, and she makes it past him, but the tugging hits again and he finds himself scrambling after her. “Wait! We need your help. Please.”

The guys look at each other -- what the fuck is he doing? -- but he isn’t focused on them, he’s focused on her. She doesn’t say anything; just staring at him expectantly as she awaits his request. “We’re new, and we don’t know where the main office is. Could you point us in the right direction?”

“Keep going down the hall, take a right, second set of doors on your left.”

If Luke didn’t know any better -- he would say this girl sounded miserable. He’s almost stupid enough to ask if she’s okay, but she unknowingly saves the both of them by walking away without another word. 

“Dude, what was that?” Bobby slaps him on the shoulder. 

Luke doesn’t know. 

--

When he gets to music class, the girl is there. She sits in the back, next to a girl in brightly colored clothing and braids, who seems to be nearly arguing with her before class starts. If the girl doesn’t notice him when he walks in, she definitely does after the teacher, Miss Harrison, announces their presence to the entire classroom. 

If her head turns up when he introduces himself, like she recognizes his voice, he tries not to get too excited. 

Any of that energy is tampered down when the girl -- Julie, as Miss Harrison calls her when it is her turn to perform -- sprints out of the classroom without playing a note or singing a word. 

Even after watching Julie’s friend follow her, the tug pulls at Luke so incessantly that he finds himself foolishly on his feet and following her path to a stairwell. When he finds them, Julie is in tears, nearly having a meltdown, as she exclaims to Flynn -- the friend -- that she “just can’t do this anymore.”

And then she realizes he’s standing there. Flynn does, too, and starts to ask him who the hell he is and why he followed them when Julie surprises all three of them by saying-

“He’s fine, Flynn. He can stay.”

It’s ridiculous how his heart bounces at hearing it; because this beautiful girl is crying and he is somehow desperate for her to stop. With a snarl, Flynn stomps around the corner and leaves Julie and Luke alone in the stairwell. “Sorry that I followed you,” he finds himself saying, “I… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Are you some kind of empath or have we met before and I just don’t remember?”

A little voice in Luke’s head screams both, but he couldn’t tell you why. 

He takes a few steps down the stairs, and towards Julie. “Ma- Maybe the first one? I don’t know, you just… That was rough in there. That one girl was a total bitch.”

With a sniffle, Julie cracks a small smile; turning around to take a seat on one of the steps. Luke doesn’t stop to debate whether or not it was an invitation and sits down next to her -- at a respectful distance, of course. 

“And you also just seemed like you needed a hug,” he confesses. ��I don’t know. There was a lot of tension in there for some reason. Didn’t they know you didn’t want to play?”

The girl to his left folds her hands in her lap, and focuses on the intertwined fingers in favor of looking at him. He catches her eyebrows furrowing, like she hadn’t thought about it in the way that she said it before. With a choked chuckle, she runs her hands over the braid in her hair. 

“It’s a long story,” she mumbles. “I want to play, sometimes; and then sometimes I don’t. But you don’t know me. I’ve been stuck in neutral like this for a year.”

“Maybe it’s best that I don’t know you,” he shrugs, even though that little annoying voice in his head tells him that he does know her. “Or, I mean, that I didn’t know you. I don’t have any expectations of you. You just weren’t ready. Whatever happened, you shouldn’t be penalized for that.”

When her face crinkles together and the tears that were building up in her eyes start falling onto her skin and the denim of her jeans, Luke is torn between panic that he upset her and the urge to hug her and the desperation for a sign of what to do next because this girl that he is ridiculously attached to his sobbing right next to him. 

He settles for covering one of her hands with his. A few tears fall onto it, but he doesn’t care, even when she swipes her left hand over his top get the tears off. 

Within the same breath, she apologizes, tells him that her mom died last year, and that no one had been so forgiving of her unwillingness to play in a long time. 

Luke doesn’t run away that Friday. 

But that same Friday, Julie finds her voice again.