#this day in 5sos history

[wiiildflowerrr]

@Ashton5SOS: Sharing this feeling with you... this is the first time I’ve seen my record in physical form! Thanks for the kindness everyone! And thank you for listening. Have a fulfilling and restful holidays 🙏 speak soon ❤️

@Calum5SOS: Gorg. Such timeless artwork.

@Ashton5SOS: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love you bro

12 December 2020

[bratzforchris]

Sick Days

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Summary: Luke has a chronic illness called PFAPA, which causes him to have periodic fevers and sore throats, but when he's with you, his flare ups are just a tiny bit better

Pairing: Luke x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Slight depression (?) over being chronically ill

Word Count: 1556

A/N: PFAPA is usually a childhood syndrome that people outgrow, but in rare cases like mine, it can last into or start in adulthood. You can read more about it here :)

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You woke up when you heard slight sniffles coming from the opposite side of the bed. Luke was sitting up, wrapped up in his favorite blanket, and desperately trying to massage his knees. That could only mean one thing: he was having a flare up.

“Oh honey,” You cooed, moving to rub his back. “Flare up?”

Luke nodded softly, sniffling and wiping his tears with the heels of his hands. “I’m cold.” he croaked.

“Let’s take that temperature, bub.” You sighed softly, pulling the thermometer Luke kept in his nightstand out. 

Luke whimpered, but stuck his tongue out, allowing you to insert the metal device. You rubbed his back and aching joints as the thermometer ticked away, hoping to provide him with any sort of comfort. You knew how much pain these flare ups caused him. 

“101.2 (38.4 ºC),” You said gently. “That’s getting up there, sweetie. Have you had something to drink yet? I don’t want you to get really sick…”

There had been far too many times where you’d had to take Luke to urgent care during a flare up because he’d gotten dehydrated from refusing to drink anything due to his sore throat. You’d really prefer to not have to do that today, especially as rainy and cold as it was outside. 

Sure enough, your boyfriend shook his head, tears pricking his baby blue eyes. “Hurts to swallow.” he cried. 

“Baby…” You pouted, running your fingers through his tangly curls. 

Luke never, ever slept well the night before a flare up, meaning he always woke up with his curls extremely tangled from tossing and turning. In fact, the poor boy’s whole body looked exhausted and run down. He had large purple bags under his eyes and his face had been drained of color,

save for a few spots of acne dotting his chin and forehead. Not to mention how awfully he was shivering from the fever. 

Tears started running down Luke’s face as he crawled under the comforter, burrowing next to you. “I hate this. Every fucking month I’m sick.” he sobbed, already losing his voice from those two sentences. 

“Shhh, love. Don’t talk. That’s going to make your throat hurt worse.” You told him, kissing his warm forehead gently. 

That sent Luke into another flurry of tears, snuggling into your side as his tears soaked your shirt. It broke your heart to see the guy you loved in so much pain, especially when there wasn’t much you could do about it. The fevers from his condition didn’t usually respond to pain relievers and there wasn’t really a cure, so the best you could do was at least try to help him get comfortable during his flare ups. 

“Does a popsicle sound good?” You asked, hoping the sweet treat would take his mind off his pain. 

Luke grabbed his phone from the nightstand and began to type. You waited until he showed you the screen and cooed. 

‘can you look in my throat first?’ he had typed. 

You smiled, taking his phone from him. “Of course, baby. Open wide.” 

You shone the flashlight down his throat, wincing internally when you noticed how red and swollen his throat and tonsils were. The back of his throat was coated in white spots and sores, yet another symptom that came along with his flare ups. “Yeah, it’s red and swollen and you have the spots again. I’m sorry, darling.” 

Luke pouted and sniffled, but took his phone back from you to type another note. 

‘i want a grape popsicle please’ this one read. 

Smiling, you tucked your boyfriend in gently and left the room to retrieve the items you would need to care for a sick Luke. These included a popsicle, his comfort water bottle, some liquid pain reliever, and his stuffed dog that turned into a heating pack. After being with him for three years, you were pretty well-versed in how to take care of Luke during his flare ups. It killed you to see him in pain, thus you tried your hardest to make sure he was semi-comfortable. 

You tiptoed back upstairs softly, just in case Luke had fallen asleep. Much to your sadness, he was still awake when you entered the room, watching something on Netflix with bleary eyes. “I got your popsicle, baby.” You whispered, rubbing his blanket-covered belly. 

Luke half-smiled, reaching one hand out of the blanket to take the treat from you. He tried to croak out a thank you, before realizing how much pain that was putting his throat in. 

“Don’t talk, baby. Rest your throat,” You said gently, kissing his forehead. “I’ll make you some soup later.” 

The blond nodded and shivered, cuddling under the blanket with his popsicle to watch TV. Much to your sadness, you didn’t miss the way he grimaced every time he moved, his joints clicking. You joined Luke in bed, sipping on your hot coffee. Most of Luke’s flare up days were spent in bed, watching movies and cuddling since the poor boy didn’t have the strength nor the energy to do much else. 

“‘M done.” Luke whispered softly after a few minutes of silence, handing the empty popsicle stick to you. 

As much as you wanted to chastise Luke for talking, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It really wasn’t fair that he had to deal with this every month, between the coldness from the fevers, the joint pain, and the fact that he was unable to talk to you without being in immense pain. 

You kissed his lips gently, frowning internally when you felt how warm his lips were. Luke moved to cuddle into you, laying his head in your lap. 

“My joints hurt.” he sniffled, trying his hardest not to cry. 

“I know, love, I know. Do you wanna try some liquid Tylenol? I know it doesn’t usually work, but it might make you more comfortable?” You asked, rubbing his back. “It’s only ten, baby. The day is still long and I don’t want you to be in more pain than you have to.”

Luke didn’t answer, instead opting to burrow his face into your side. As the seconds passed, you felt his large body scoot ever closer to yours, desperate for warmth. When he stilled, you honestly thought he had fallen asleep. That is until you heard a soft sniffle, followed by a wet

spot on your shirt. 

“Lu?” You asked, softly rubbing his side. 

“I’m sorry,” came the faint sob. “I’m sorry you have to take care of me. I’m a burden”

“Oh baby,” Your voice immediately softened. “Can you look at me?”

The blond looked up at you, his nose running and eyes teary. He looked beyond sick and miserable and it was honestly breaking your heart, especially since he thought he was burdening you by you taking care of him. 

“Sweetie, you are not a burden, okay? I knew what I was signing up for when we started dating. If I didn’t want to take care of you, I would’ve left a long time ago. I love you, Luke.” You stroked his burning cheek gently. 

Luke began to cry harder, making you worried you had said the wrong thing until he sobbed out a sniffly, croaky “love you too”. By this point, he was practically laying on top of you, his overheated body warming your own. 

“I know we aren’t married yet, but in sickness and in health, right?” You asked him. 

The blond nodded softly, resting against you. “Want Tunia to cuddle with me,” he whispered. 

You smiled to yourself, running your hand along his back. The boy loved his dog so much and you knew cuddling with Petunia was always bound to make Luke feel just a tiny bit better. “Let me go find her.” You cooed, sliding him off your lap before kissing his forehead and tucking him in. 

You had fed the bulldog earlier in the morning when you were grabbing Luke’s sick “essentials”, so you were pretty sure she was back on her bed now, snoozing the day away. Sure enough, Petunia was sprawled out on her bed when you reached the bottom of the stares, snoring heavily. “Wake up, sweet girl,” You chuckled, rubbing her side. “Your dad needs you.” 

Now that she was up and awake, Petunia followed you back up the stairs in hopes of getting a treat. “Be quiet, girl.” You whispered as you opened the bedroom door. 

You had been right in telling the dog to be quiet, for Luke had finally fallen back to sleep, curled up in a nest of blankets and pillows with his stuffed dog. You smiled softly to yourself, patting the bed so Petunia could hop up. With a bit of struggle–she was a chunky girl, after all–Petunia jumped onto the bed, immediately romping over to Luke’s side. 

Smiling to yourself, you crawled into the bed with your two loves, watching as Petunia cuddled up against Luke’s side, resting her head on his hip. Your blond boyfriend snored softly, finally getting the rest he needed after a long, exhausting night. You made a mental note to give Luke some pain reliever and make him some soup when he woke up, but for now, you simply soaked in the moment of cuddling up with your lover and your dog. 

[angeliqueblaqsblog]

MICHAEL'S GONNA BE A DAD!?!?!

[lukel0ver]

✧˚ · . “𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖, 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨”✧˚ · .

[buckethatsos]

If that isn't the most adorable thing I've ever seen idk what is❤😭

[essy2014]

he's so precious

[thatsojasminesworld]

Happy birthday to the man the myth the mother fuckin legend Lucas Robert Hemmings 5 Seconds of Summer 7.16.96.

[plushyluke]

more of lashton from mexico 🩷

creds @ kaxdua

[mitchmarner]

not to be cheesy but i love sports so fucking much. i think it’s the coolest thing in the world how much it bonds the most random types of people in their joy/sadness/whatever. you’re all sharing a genuinely universal experience as you watch unfathomable athletic feats. it’s just sick.

[leslie057]

save me 2010s boyband pop punk. 2010s boyband pop punk save me

[daydadahlias]

best friend I need some new fics to read, I've gone through all of yours and the recs you've made. have you read anything new lately?

oh geez best friend, let’s see what I’ve got for you.

What I have read very recently is For Real by Molly ( @burstingsunrise ) which is a fucking TREAT and I 11/10 recommend. It made me want to desperately watch a show that doesn’t exist. It’s fun, it’s flirty, it’s slutty and overall just a goddamn banger. If you’re comfortable with smut and cake, I’d say it’s a must read. (Molly continues to write my favorite Lukes ever and FR Luke is so delightful).

And what I just read today was Amanda’s ( @lifewasradical ) latest fic rebound feelin’ like a rerun which was an incredible angsty lashton fic (no smut!) that just had me wrapped up entirely for a good three hours today. I did not exit that tab once, even to check my messages I was so engrossed. The writing was stunning (Amanda metaphors are delicious. I sunk my teeth into this fic like I was a small ravenous animal) and lashton fit together so wonderfully and it had me gasping dramatically several times.

I’d also highly recommend Maya’s ( @calumsash ) outside POV mashlum fic Three, that’s the magic number because it made me giggle lots and is overall just a fun very wholesome time!! I’ve reread it now a couple times and it still makes me smile. I’m a real sucker for an outside pov and Luke here is delightful.

And I also recently reread Monse’s ( @lukemichaelcalumashton ) passport control bc I always crave some sweet mashton and this hits the spot just right. It’s hurt/comfort kind of but not too angsty, you know?? Just enough to feel your heart clench but not to really hurt. It is VERY cute and makes me feel all warm and cozy, y’know?

And obviously these are not new but I’ve been hopping through my fave scenes in all of Anna’s ( @ashtcnirwin ) big three lately, Tie That Binds, CAD, and Tidal Wave and I always encourage a reread of any of those sexy motherfuckers. You ever think about how 10% of Anna’s fics are some of my favorite fics ever in any fandom?? I think about that.

I hope that helps at all!!

[wiiildflowerrr]

@5SOS: // 6 DAYS TILL 5SOS3 LIVE! //

14 March 2018

[bratzforchris]

Hiii, hope your day is going good :) Do you think you can write something similar to your Thanksgiving Luke fic but with Calum? Please?

Unhappy Halloween

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Summary: Calum takes enjoying candy at Halloween a little too far

Pairing: Calum x gender neutral reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 901

A/N: I changed the prompt a bit to fit my motivation, but it's still the same concept :)

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Ever since you had told him you would be celebrating Halloween, Calum had been beyond excited. Growing up in Australia, he hadn’t had much experience with the holiday. At least, not the way American children did. Therefore, he had waited anxiously for October 31st, and it was finally, finally here. You two had decided to be a vampire couple to go to the Halloween party being thrown at your friend’s house, which in your opinion, was absolutely adorable. 

Before you even got out the door to head to the party, Calum was sneaking a few pieces of chocolate out of the bowl that you had set outside of your apartment for trick or treaters. 

“Cal!” You exclaimed as you caught him out of the corner of your eye. “Those are for the kids!”

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, shoving a chocolate in his mouth. “I just like sweets.”

“I know you do.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully and kissing his cheek. 

By the time you two arrived at your friend’s house, the party was in full swing, with lots of loud music and decorations. At the front door, there was a bowl of candy with a cute sign, urging guests to take a few pieces. You declined, instead waiting for the drinks and desserts in the house. Calum, however, did not. He stuck his hand into the bowl, grabbing a few pieces of candy before following you into the house. 

Your friend had truly gone all out, decorating everything with cobwebs, plastic spiders, and even a fog machine. On their dining room table was a large potluck full of Halloween foods. There were a few savory items, but most of them were sweets and candies. You watched as your boyfriend’s eyes went wide, surveying the table. 

“Is this American Halloween every year?” he asked. 

You nodded, watching him already gravitate towards the table. “We’re all addicted to sugar.” You joked playfully. 

Calum didn’t seem to register your words as he loaded up his plate with candy, cookies, and a cupcake. “Okay, Halloween is definitely up there as one of the best holidays.” he stated. 

You giggled and took a few sweets yourself, leading him over to where your friends were sitting on the couch. The conversation amongst your friends and Calum came easily, making it easy to pop a candy or two into his mouth as he listened to their wild stories from your college days. 

“These cupcakes are good. Have you tried them?” You said, offering your boyfriend a mini cake. 

You hadn’t yet realized the amount of sugar he had already consumed and put the treat onto his plate, smiling happily. Despite feeling rather full and slightly “buzzed” from the amount of sugar he had consumed, Calum popped the cupcake into his mouth. You looked so happy and eager to celebrate the holiday with him that Calum couldn’t just tell you no. 

Around eleven, you yawned sleepily, snuggling into Calum’s side. “You ready to head home, babe?”

He also nodded, beginning to feel the effects the sugar was having on his body. He wouldn’t tell you, though. It was late and you had had such a great night that he didn’t want to ruin it for you by admitting that he might’ve eaten a bit too much. “Mhm.” he smiled, putting on a smile for you. 

Once you had reached the car, you became more alert since you had to drive. You noticed that Calum was quieter than usual, leaning his head against the window. “You okay, babe?” You asked him, cocking a brow. 

“Yep.” he said shortly, but not unkindly. 

“You’re being awfully quiet…” You said softly, rubbing his thigh with your hand. 

Calum bit his lip, deciding he had to tell you. The pain was getting to be too much and he just wanted to curl up in bed with you and have you rub his belly. “My stomach hurts…” he said softly. 

“Awww, I’m sorry, babe,” You pouted. “Too much candy?”

He nodded his head softly, wrapping an arm around his stomach. “Can we cuddle when we get home?” 

You cooed, patting his thigh gently. “Of course, babe. We’re about five minutes away.”

Calum leaned his head against the window for the rest of the drive until you finally pulled into the driveway. You helped him inside, rubbing his back gently, before going to the kitchen and heating up a hot water bottle for him. By the time you returned, Calum was curled up on the couch, shirtless and in sweatpants. He had discarded the costume–most likely because of the tight pants–but in your opinion, he still looked adorable. 

“I got you a heating pack, baby.” You said softly, climbing onto the couch with him. 

“Thank you.” he gave you a soft smile, immediately holding it to his stomach and taking in the warmth. 

You nuzzled into his side, your hand on top of the hot water bottle. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well.” You said quietly. 

“Kinda my fault.” he giggled and then winced slightly. 

“Was your first Halloween good, though?” You asked, removing the hot pack to rub his tummy. 

Calum nodded quickly, a smile on his face despite the pain. “It was amazing. I got to spend it with you, duh,” he said, pulling a slightly goofy face. “I just ate too much sugar.”

“I can tell. I love you, Calum. Happy Halloween.” 

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | end up here

a/n: i'm going FERALLLLLLL over this chapter. enjoy poisoned mercury's debut album hehe.

iv. end up here by 5sos

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“your band name doesn’t even make any sense,” you argued, eyes narrowing at the boy in front of you. 

luke crashed your secret spot, again, and refused to let you smoke in silence until you gave him a detailed explanation of how your day went. he knew you didn’t smoke every day, only on days that were particularly hard. he noticed that your bad days always had something to do with your dad, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to bring that up. 

anyway, you got fed up with his badgering and that stupid smirk on his face because he knew you were about to crack, and decided that if he was going to act like a toddler, you would too. hence, why you were now bringing up his band name. 

luke took offense to that because he thought the band name was cool. he was the one to suggest it. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to let his hurt show on his face, “what do you mean? poisoned mercury is a sick name.” 

“mercury is already poisonous. your band name is like redundant or some shit.” 

“then why did so many people in history ingest it?” luke asked, recalling the one thing he remembered from his high school history class before he dropped out. he took a drag from his cigarette, turning his body a bit so the wind didn’t blow the smoke directly in your face. 

“they fucking died, castellan,” you replied, deadpan. 

“oh,” he blinked, staring off, “i didn’t know that.” 

you rolled your eyes, a habit that you’ve picked up whenever you were with him and sat back down on the bench. luke joined you, silent as he thought about what you just said. he really needed to stop zoning out during lessons, but since he was already out of high school, he guessed it didn’t matter anymore. 

as much as you hate to admit it, luke castellan was growing on you. sure, he got on your nerves like nobody else– the boy just doesn’t quit– but, he wasn’t half as bad as you originally thought. not that you’d ever tell him that though. 

when you got back to the cabin last week after helping with concert prep, the cabin was spotless. there were no empty red bull cans in sight, the table tops were free of crumbs, floor vacuumed and mopped, and there was even a candle burning on the counter. you approached your bedroom door to find a post-it on the handle. luke’s messy writing was smudged around the corners, but you could still make out what it said. 

“five star, 

i snitched on the boys and my mom will have a stern talk with them about their cleanliness. can’t promise that people will stop talking about me, but i can promise you won’t have to live in the dojo casa house mojo or whatever it was. 

ps i’m using the spot tomorrow, just thought i should let you know. maybe we can set up a calendar for reservations. 

luke :)” 

the cabin hasn’t been as messy since. whatever may castellan told the boys worked like a charm. there was still the occasional trash, but nothing crazy. it smelled better in the cabin too, still like a boy, but it smelled like expensive cologne more than anything. cedarwood and pine. 

and thankfully, the luke castellan hype train was starting to run out of steam, with many people finally realizing that he was also just a human being and the surprising revelation that luke castellan was not entertaining anyone during his time at camp helped with it as well. you still heard whispers about him here and there, but you were glad the topic of conversation was beginning to switch to something else. 

you and luke walked to the gym and back home every morning together. he and the boys sat with you and clarisse during meals. they tagged along for music lessons and spoke to the kids, which they really appreciated. they helped the older campers with writing music, luke particularly. you’d been around a few musicians in your life and many of them only kissed ass when your dad was around, but poisoned mercury was different. they were passionate about their music. that was clear.

after a conversation with clarisse, where she managed to convince you that not all musicians are like your ex, you began to let loose a little bit. you hung out with the boys more, partly as an excuse so clarisse could hang out with chris without causing too much suspicion, and found that you actually enjoyed their company. and luke castellan? well, he wasn’t half bad. that doesn’t mean he got off easy though. 

you took a hit of your vape, facing him, “are you done interrogating me?” 

“for now, yeah,” he smiled as you shook your head. “are you coming to the concert tonight?” 

“well, i did help organize it.” 

“a simple yes would’ve sufficed, five star,” luke teased, relighting his cigarette. it was burning unevenly and luke was never one to waste his cigarettes. “you gonna watch us play?” 

“don’t have a choice. dad wants me there the whole time.” 

“you can act a little excited,” luke ran a hand through his curls, “we are pretty good, you know.” 

“i know,” you hummed. the sun was beginning to set and there was a slight breeze in the air. goosebumps formed on your skin, the t-shirt and denim shorts you wore didn’t offer much comfort. you shivered, “i have listened to your music.” 

“are you cold?” 

your teeth chattered, but you shook your head, “i’m fine.” 

luke took off his hoodie, tossing it in your direction, “take it.” 

“no,” you tossed it back to him, “told you i’m good.”

always so stubborn, luke thought.  

“if you catch a cold, that’s not on me,” he placed the hoodie on the bench between the two of you. “which songs have you listened to?” 

“kilby girl, of course. it played on the radio so much when you guys first dropped it,” you said, remembering the days where you and your hometown friends would blast it in the car. it reminded you of high school, reckless decisions, life-long memories, and the thrill of knowing you were going to be playing the sport you’d worked so hard to excel in at a d1 level in the fall. you looked at him, sincerity in your eyes, “i really like family line. it might be my favorite.” 

luke’s eyebrows shot up. not many people talked about family line. it was probably their least streamed song. they never performed the song on tour because it was difficult for luke to sing it. it was a personal song to him. it was inspired by his relationship with his father, or lack thereof. 

when poisoned mercury first got signed to olympus records, luke sent a message to his dad on facebook. luke hadn’t tried to contact him since he was ten, not since his father returned his letter to him unopened, no response but a “return to sender” stamp plastered over the envelope. but after the small congratulatory party his mom set up for the band after they signed, luke felt like a little kid again, a kid who wanted to share the great news with his dad, so he found his dad on facebook, made an account, and sent him a message. 

he didn’t get a reply, which was expected, but it felt good for a second to pretend that he had a father to tell his good news to. luke thought he didn’t care about whether or not his dad was proud of him, but when his message went from “sent” to “read” a few days later, he was brought back to those moments in his life when he cried and wondered why he wasn’t enough to make his dad stay. he wrote family line in one sitting, on his bed in his bedroom in connecticut, looking at the little league medals on his wall that seemed to mock him. 

he originally didn’t want it on the album because he felt like it didn’t fit the vibe of the rest of the songs and that it was too real, too vulnerable for a debut album, but then he played it for his mom and she loved it. she cried when she first heard it and luke knew that even if people didn’t like the song, he was going to put it out for his mom. 

“huh,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, “wasn’t expecting that one. thought you’d be more of a crash my car type of girl.” 

“i like that too,” you shrugged, “but family line. that song. i don’t think i have the words to describe it.” 

“thanks, five star,” luke looked down at his feet, taking a puff from his dying cigarette. “that’s my mom’s favorite, too.” 

“did you write it?” 

luke nodded, looking to face you. there was a new expression on your face, one that you’d never used with him before. it was a mix of disbelief and awe. he tried not to get offended that you didn’t think he could write something like family line, but he couldn’t blame you. he didn’t really portray the type of person who would be able to be that raw and vulnerable on a song. “me and trav write the lyrics for our songs, mostly. chris and connor help too, but the bulk of the lyrics are me.” 

“you need to stop doing that.”

he cocked his head to the side, crushing the cigarette butt on the hardware of the bench, “doing what?” 

“surprising me,” you shook your head, “i don’t like it.” 

“i don’t know what to tell you,” he chuckled, leaning back on the bench. he looked out into the lake, watching the sun disappear behind the mountains, “i have layers. you just gotta give me a chance.” 

“how do you do it?” you sat criss cross on the bench, leaning against the arm rest. “how do you write like that?” 

you’d always been curious about music, even if you weren’t good at it. your dad was never one to answer your questions, especially because you were interested in lyrics more than anything, and that wasn’t his forte. 

luke mimicked your actions, “i dunno. personal experience, i guess?”

you frowned, thinking about the lyrics of family line. luke never talked about his dad, but spoke highly of his mom. was family line based on his own life? if it was, his dad was an asshole. 

you relented to the cold, grabbing the hoodie that he left in between the two of you. you ignored the triumphant smile on his face when you draped the sweater over your bare legs, shielding them from the wind chills. 

he continued, “sometimes things happen to me that get me worked up and i have to write a song about it. sometimes, it’s based on my imagination. it depends.”

you wanted to ask him about his dad, but you didn’t know if he considered you guys friends yet. it’s not like you made it easy for him anyway. you could deal with the banters and annoyance, but you didn’t want to push him to talk about something he wasn’t ready to. you could be a dick, but you weren’t cruel. 

you changed the subject, “okay, let’s play a game.” 

“21 questions?” luke bit his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. he waggled his eyebrows, dodging your arm that reached out to smack him. 

“you’re gross,” you gagged, knowing the implications of the game, “no, i’m gonna ask about the songs on your album and you tell me if it’s real life or from your imagination.” 

“alright, go for it five star,” he beamed, propping his elbows on his crossed knees. he loved talking about music with anyone. he could go on and on for hours. 

“18.” 

“real,” luke snorted, remembering the first time travis pitched the idea for the song to the band, “but not my experience. it was trav. he met this girl at one of our gigs in new york, right after we got signed, and he was obsessed. she was a freshman at nyu and she kept telling him he was too young for her, even though she was just less than a year older. trav was hooked.” 

you could picture it. it was definitely something travis would do. “okay, another one of my favorites. only angel?” 

“not real,” luke shook his head, a slight blush creeping up on his face. “if you tell anyone, five star, i will vehemently deny it, but i had a crush on jade west from victorious and i wrote it about her.” 

there was something about jade west that made luke like a love-sick puppy. ignoring the fact that she was hot, her attitude was something that luke was attracted to. she had a tough exterior and acted like she didn’t care about people, but she had her moments where she was soft and kind to the people she cared about the most. luke liked that. the idea that someone could be sensitive but only to the people they deemed worthy. 

he’d spent so much of his life trying to be worthy, in whatever way the stage of his life defined it, and he craved it– a pat on the back, an approval, a confirmation that he was worthy of it. 

you threw your head back laughing, surprised by his ridiculous confession. the sound of your laughter rang across the woods, making luke smile. your voice echoed throughout the trees and he his senses were surrounded by you. it hit luke like a truck. 

he sucked in a breath, taking out his phone. he jolted from his seat for more than one reason. “shit, five star. we gotta go.” 

you took out your phone too, checking the time. your eyes widened as you got up from your seat. you threw his hoodie over to him, “fuck, we’re late.” 

the two of you raced out of the woods, arriving to the concert venue with flushed faces and rapid breaths. you could feel clarisse’s knowing eyes on you as you got ready for the concert. you tried your best to ignore it. you were going to deal with that later. 

–

“and for the final event, i know you guys are looking forward to this one,” your dad laughed into the mic. the sun was long gone and there were disco lights illuminating the stage. a smoke machine was on either corner, making it difficult to see the bottom half of the stage. you and clarisse stood in the front row, listening to the deafening cheers of the campers. “ladies and gents, welcome poisoned mercury!” 

the screams got louder which you didn’t even know was possible. travis entered the stage first, sticking his tongue out as he expertly twirled his drumsticks around his fingers. connor came in next, smiling and waving at the crowd as he plugged his guitar into the amp. chris walked in with his bass strapped around his neck, eyes immediately finding clarisse and sending her a shy smile. you nudged her teasingly, enjoying the way she blushed under the lights. 

then luke castellan walked in. he ditched his hoodie and t-shirt and walked in with a white tank top on, messing with the curls on his head. he tugged on the silver necklace around his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd. he threw a wink to the group of the older girls in the back, turning to travis to let out a laugh at their reaction. the lights on the boys were blinding and a thin layer of sweat already began to form on their skin despite the bite to the air. 

luke took center stage, picking up his guitar. he leaned over directly in front of you, fingers pretending to mess with the wires connecting his guitar to the speakers, “hey, five star.” 

he straightened his back before you could reply. clarisse’s eyes darted between you and the boy, now nudging you like you did to her earlier. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the rest of the boys as luke began talking on the mic. 

“what’s up, camp half blood?” luke screamed into the mic. the crowd roared. “we’re poisoned mercury and we are so happy to be with you guys here this summer. before we close out this awesome concert, i wanna introduce our lovely band.” 

“on drums, we have the one and only, travis stoll!” luke turned around to applaud travis as he did a little drum solo, head banging as he hit the drums. he turned to connor, “on lead guitar, we have the amazing connor stoll!” 

connor strummed his guitar, leaning over on the left side to soak in the applause of the crowd. the girls beside you swooned as he unleashed one of his award-winning smiles. 

luke faced chris, “and on bass, we have my very best friend in the entire world, my 4lifer, chris rodriguez!” clarisse cheered loudly for chris as he played a tune on his bass, mouthing, “love you, brother,” to luke as he played. the crowd quited for a second as luke addressed them again, “and my name is luke castellan. we’re poisoned mercury!” 

you turned around to look at the crowd. the size of the crowd tripled when the boys got on stage. everyone had a smile on their face, excited to hear them play. 

“the song we’ll be singing for you guys today is from our debut album,” luke adjusted his mic on the stand. he got closer to it, lips touching the metal, “this is only angel.” 

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at their song choice. this was not the song they were supposed to sing. they’d been rehearsing kilby girl for the past week. luke saw your reaction, laughing along with you. 

the instrumentals began and you nearly missed the beat drop because of the cheers from the crowd. as the song progressed, the boys were one with the music. you watched luke sing, working the crowd like a pro. his skin glistened under the spotlight, beads of sweat tricking down the side of his face. he approached chris when the chorus started, dragging his mic stand with him. he swung his guitar around so it rested on his back as he sang the lyrics. his curls were sticking to his forehead, eyebrows raised in glee as he performed. 

you couldn’t take your eyes off the lead singer, not even when the rest of the band had their own solos in the song. your eyes were glued on luke; how his adam’s apple was on full display as he threw his head back, getting lost in the music, how his arms flexed as he wrapped the mic cord around his fist, how his thin tank top stuck to his body and how it raised when he lifted his arm up to bring the mic closer to his lips. you saw the outline of his abdomen and his v-line. 

but what really got you was his face. he looked at peace on stage, a wide smile on his face, full lips pink and glossy as he licked them in between verses. he looked incredible up there, like that was where he belonged. he was born to be on stage like this. 

“fuck,” you mumbled, applauding at the end of their song. luke’s eyes found yours as he sang the last bit of the song, smiling at you. you hoped clarisse couldn’t hear you talk to yourself. you looked down at your feet, tugging nervously on the collar of your shirt, “i get it now.”

[lukel0ver]

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[essy2014]

everyone. do it.