cake oneshots || book one

Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold (E)

Credit: sohomotho

I literally just somehow illegally downloaded all of the 5sos songs that aren't available in the US

so going from the eps not released here to their fetus songs and even the bonus track songs that are only on the physical copies

sue me

and yes I realize most of you have probably read this already but there's no new smut and someone wanted top cal and I can't write smut for shït so I'm sorry BUT I'll try and find some new stuff if I can

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Luke had always been an insecure boy. Well insecure might not be the best word to use. He was shy, and quite cynical about who he was, but not exactly insecure. Looking back at it now, as a 24 year old college student, he couldn't quite remember when exactly it started but it was probably sometime during his tenth year of living; when his older brother introduced him to porn, and thereby all of society's standards crashed down upon little Lukey. He had to be tall, have flawless skin, work out but not too much, look masculine but not in a 'sleazy leather daddy' way - as his friend Michael would say, be confident, never show emotions, don't be a "faggot" basically.

Funny how that turned out. Luke was 24, male, and happily married to another male.

When Luke was younger the word faggot had always made him feel all types of different emotions. Emotions that he could not show, or talk about. And if he tried he'd be classified as a pussy, which he didn't see as anything wrong to be honest. Vaginas were freaking incredible, they could push out a baby and just after a couple of days be back to normal, while just sitting on a penis the wrong way could break it. Luke did not see anything wrong with being called a pussy, however the rest of the world did. So when he tried to voice his opinions he was just pushed down even more, people would call him stupid, a girl, gay, faggot - any insult that you could imagine Luke had probably gotten thrown at him at least once during his lifetime.

Everyone tried to shape him, figure him out so that they could place him inside one of their boxes. Classified and categorised. And when that didn't work, they'd shame him for who he was. Words, insults, punches that should've hurt a lot more than they actually did. See Luke had always been an insecure boy. Well insecure might not be the best word to use. He had been shy, and quite cynical about who he was, but not exactly insecure. Not exactly insecure because he had also always been a very sly, and an intelligent boy, always using anything that might hurt him to his advantage, and striking back where he knew it would hurt most.

He remembers when he was turning fourteen, and his bully at the time had made sure that no one in his school would attend his birthday. He had been all alone, waiting for hours for even one person to show up. No one did, not even Michael, his supposed best friend - which was why they pretended to hate each other for a year, well Michael might have pretended to hide his guilt, but Luke had actually hated Michael for betraying him. They did make up and become friends again but how that happened is a story for another time. So this bully, let's call him Eric, certainly regretted his actions when Luke smiled at him so sweetly by the lockers the following day. He cautiously opened his locker and out fell a picture of Eric from earlier that year, dressed in nothing but a pair of neon red panties. Eric's face when he saw the picture could only be described as, well as neon red for a lack of a better word. And by the intense gaze that Eric received when he had opened his locker he knew that if anything was to happen to Luke then that picture would be spread to everyone in their school, possibly the whole town.

Some might think that Luke had gone too far but he was only 14, heavily bullied by Eric none the less, and not even his best friend had gone to his birthday party because of Eric. Luke thought his actions were justified. And safe to say Eric never bothered Luke again. However as amusing as he found that particular moment to be it was not the most special, or memorable to him. No, it was actually when he met his husband, or more so the events leading up to him meeting his husband.