5 Seconds of Summer One-Shots

The First Cut is the Deepest - Cake

Best time to have writer's block xD

(I hope this one is okay)

Title from The First Cut is the Deepest by Sheryl Crow

IMPORTANT: Kidnapping and sexual assault/harassment is never okay. These are serious topics and I don't want them to be taken lightly. If you're triggered by any of these, I suggest you skip this one shot. Thank you, and I love you all.

. peace .

- j x

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"Move over, dickhead."

"S-sorry, sir." Luke keeps his head down, grimacing when the man grumbles under his breath as he shuffles away.

The 22-year-old shakes his head, focusing on the task at hand. He was going to make it to that stupid show, whether or not he would end up being pushed and shoved around. He was supposed to be on a date, but the guy never showed up, and Luke was not about to miss the concert.

Green Day and Panic! at the Disco were supposed to be playing. Honestly, he could care less about his date right now, he could be embarrassed and disappointed later, as long as he made it to the concert in time. He's been pining after Brendon Urie since the beginning of time.

Luke makes it close to the front of the line, fixing his hair under his beanie and warming his cheeks up with his glove-covered hands. A man beside him was staring at him, looking him up and down with a smirk on his face and buff arms crossed. "Nice legs, pretty thing."

The blonde looks up startled, turning to a huge guy with long curly hair and snake green eyes. Luke huffs, "Uh, thanks?" He looks down at his black leggings, admiring them himself.

Suddenly the man is in front of him when he looks up, pressing himself against the blonde. Luke shifts uncomfortably, "Uh, excuse me?"

"What do you say we go back to my place and have some fun?" he hisses, making Luke jump.

"N-no, dude! What are you doing?" The guy has a grip on Luke's chin that must be painful for the both of them, and the young boy swears at himself for being too quiet.

"What's that, baby boy?" The guy leans in and hisses into Luke's ear, grabbing onto his waist and Luke is honestly scared out of his mind. This guy is tall and strong, and Luke is tiny, afraid to say anything.

"I said no," he whispers, whimpering and closing his eyes tightly.

He ends up with a painful pinch on his bum in return. He can't help but cry, closing his eyes tightly and biting his lip. He can feel the guy breathing down his neck, chuckling in a way Luke can only describe as evil from the fairy tales he remembers.

He feels the line moving up and a person yelling at the two to get out of the way. The guy drags Luke along, noticing they're almost at the front. "You're going to give them both of our tickets and you're not going to make a sound. Got it?"

At this point, Luke doesn't know what to do, so he just nods, opening his eyes a little bit. He glances at the guy, noticing his sharp jawline and slightly screwed up teeth. He's wearing black jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. The eyes are the scariest part of this guy, Luke notes, besides maybe his hands.

Luke looks around at other people, barely turning his head in case the guy decides to snap his neck or something. No one is paying attention to the two, and Luke is beyond terrified. He's almost lost hope that someone will notice when they are finally at the front of the line.