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[g1xtchedartist]

i love pathetic old gay men

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[boywriters-blog]

Nathan Explosion x bio male reader (he/him)

I’d like something spicy but please keep it within your comfort zone !!

(if you don’t feel like doing something spicy you could do some like little cute thing)

thaaanks :3

Nathan/Bio!Male Reader

babes i am so sorry if this isn’t the greatest, tbh i haven’t written a lot of spicy content so just be warned !!

this is my favorite request so far omg thank you sm what

warnings: spicy, suggestive, basically smut, no sex

Tonight was like any other, you alone in bed, while Nathan was in his room. You started liking Nathan after a few months of working for Dethklok. You of course would never say anything, he’s too ‘brutal’ for emotions. Or so you thought.

You were kind of Charles assistant. Your job essentially was to make sure the band didn’t do anything too dumb. To watch over them when he wasn’t there. You liked to think you’d done a pretty good job over the few years you’ve been here.

You liked to. The boys did not make it easy. Sometimes you thought you didn’t do enough for the band. Whenever they put themselves in danger you started doubting yourself, but Nathan was always there to reassure you. He would tell you that you’re doing a good job, that you were a perfect fit for this band.

That’s when you started falling for him. He would stay up late with you, when he was done fucking groupies and they all passed out. You were always still awake for some reason, you had a hard time sleeping. He knew this. So when he was done having his fun, he would typically walk over to your room and find you awake, at your desk, usually on your laptop.

Sometimes you looked at news articles of yourself, calling you gay, wrong for the band, saying you did nothing to protect the boys, and of course much worse. Sometimes you would watch YouTube videos of the past bands the boys had been in. Other times you were just watching a stupid show to calm your brain down.

This time you were looking at news articles. You sighed and scrolled through all the hateful words, taking them to heart even though you knew you shouldn’t. You had tears in your eyes and you cursed yourself for them. You walked over to your bed, laptop in hand, and lazily scrolled.

That’s when he showed up again. When he was done having his fun. Or so you thought. He slowly opened the door after knocking a couple times, knowing it was usually okay to just walk in. He looked over at your desk and then your bed, sighing when he saw you looking at the news articles.

You quickly shut your laptop and sat up. He didn’t usually come around this early..and he’s still in his clothes, but he wreaked of booze and weed. He walked over to your bed and sat down. You stared at each other for a moment before speaking.

“Listen- I know I told you I wouldn’t, but I had to. Or at least I felt like I had to-“

“Y/N.”

“You know I honestly don’t know how you guys do this, how you don’t let stupid news articles get to your head-“

“Y/N.”

“It’s funny because you never think you’ll take it to heart, you think you’ll just laugh it off, and never think about it again-“

“Y/N!”

“-Huh? Oh- Yeah? Sorry. What’s up?”, your face flushed a light pink, embarrassed. You sat up straighter and looked him in the eyes.

“Don’t listen to those dildos. They don’t know what they’re talking about. They’re dumb fucks who literally lie for popularity and fame or whatever. We think you do a great job and that’s all that really matters, right?”, he smiled a little and you smiled widely back. You hugged him hesitantly and he hugged you in return.

“Thank you, Nathan. You always know what to say to make me feel better. Even if your trashed.”, you didn’t want to stop hugging him, you let it go on for longer than you usually would, and he did too.

“Wanna smoke some weed? Maybe It’ll help you calm down and sleep.”, he suggested. Normally you would say no, out of keeping a clear head, but tonight you said yes.

He broke the hug to get a joint from his pocket, and he took your hand, leading you to the patio. He took his lighter and lit it, taking a few hits before passing it to you. It had been a while since you smoked, you typically only did it when the boys were on vacation and didn’t need you.

You took a few smaller hits, and almost coughed a lung out. You had to pass it to Nathan and hold onto the railing for a couple seconds while you caught your breathe. You laughed as Nathan took a huge hit, passing it back to you.

You took a couple hits and passed it to him, he would take a huge hit and pass it back. This was the cycle until you both reached the end of the joint. You were pretty blazed and so was he, but he had also been smoking beforehand.

After it was finished you both went inside, making small talk until you reached your bed again, both of you laying down on it, giggling.

“You know- I almost didn’t take this job.”, you started, and he stared at you with wide eyes. You continued, “I was so worried I wouldn’t be good enough, or that I wasn’t ready to take on the responsibilities of taking care of my favorite band. I actually almost quit after a few months. But I decided to stay.”, you giggled thinking about it. “I’m glad I did, I wouldn’t have met you otherwise. The real you.”, you smiled at him.

He was stunned, looking at you with those wide eyes. “No way. You may be a complete dildo sometimes..but you’re our family or whatever now..You do a better job than most of the idiots that would’ve taken it. I’m ..”, he thought for a second, grimacing at what he was about to say, “I’m glad you’re here..or whatever. I’m glad you took the job.. You’re fun to be around .. and you like..make us smile I guess.”, he struggled to say.

Your eyes were tearing up again and you smiled. You knew it was hard for him to say that. You got on his lap and hugged him again and he groaned, hugging you back. “You’re sweet, Nathan. You’ve always been my favorite. Don’t tell the others though, you know how they’d get..”

This time he didn’t let go, maybe it was the weed and the booze. He put his face in your neck and sighed. He sounded..happy? You smiled and held him closer to you. “You know, Nathan, I had a huge crush on you for a really long time..”, you admitted in your hazed state.

He loosened his grip to pull back and look at you in the eyes, “Are you serious?”, he said with his infamous serious face. Your eyes widened a bit at your confession and you panicked inside, squirming a bit to get off him, but he kept you on his lap, awaiting your response.

“U-Uhm- yeah- I did- a-and I know that’s gay- so super gay - but-“, he cut you off by pressing a finger over your mouth, tears filling your eyes. He looked like he was thinking of what to do. You were fucked. You just fucked up your entire relationship and career. You were crying silently at this point. He wiped your tears and sighed. “Don’t cry.”, he said sternly, but you couldn’t help it. “I-I’m sorry- Please forget I said anything - just -“, he cut you off by kissing you this time.

You were shocked, your eyes widened. You kissed him back immediately. He put his hands on your waist and yours went around his neck. You had stopped crying and instead you were smiling.

Nathan put one hand on your ass and squeezed it, causing you to squeak into his mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips. You raised one hand to the back of his head, lightly pulling on his hair as you started to grind against him in retaliation. He broke off for a moment, groaning, and then pulling you in again to kiss you sloppily.

You could feel yourself getting harder, just as you could feel him through his jeans. He was shifting a little in discomfort, the fabric becoming uncomfortably tight. You raised yourself and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his knees, not breaking the kiss for a moment.

You kept his boxers on, you didn’t want to go too far tonight. Keeping your own pajama shorts on as well. You resumed grinding against him, his hands tightening against your waist and pulling you down, his hips thrusting up to meet you. Your lips moved from his to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks.

Normally he would hate a groupie leaving any sort of hickies or marks on him that couldn’t be hidden, but he didn’t seem to mind when you did it. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. So much so that after a few minutes he decided to return the favor. You had to stop and moan because he knew exactly where to bite somehow. Your grip tightened on his hair, your grinding speeding up.

He made sure to leave as many as he could on your neck, making it obvious that you belonged to him and him only. Your grinding became sloppier and more desperate, feeling the build up in your stomach. He recognized this and put a hand on your appendage, stopping your movement, he brought his own to his hand, and began jerking the two of you off. His hands were huge and rough, he could easily fit both of them in one hand.

Your hand on his shoulder tightened more than before, and you kissed him. He kissed back frantically, feeling his peak close by. You were both sloppy and reckless. You gripped his hair harder and he gripped you both harder in exchange. You felt his sex next to yours, throbbing and his hand gripped tighter, speeding up.

Even through the fabric, the friction was almost too much. Almost. He groaned and looked into your eyes, you looked back into his. And at that moment you felt yourself burst, him cumming moments after. You moaned loudly into his mouth, a string of curse words and his name. You shook on his lap, even as his hand tried to stabilize you. He moaned your name into the room, not caring who heard.

After a few more strokes he let go. Breathing heavily. You practically collapsed on him, almost unable to move. He moved his hands to wrap around you, holding you close to him. You did the same as you caught your breathe.

You chuckled and looked up at him. “So- I guess I’m not the only gay one, huh?”, you smiled, happy to not be alone, and happy that the person you loved, loved you back. He grimaced and chuckled along with you.

“I guess so.”, he smirked softly and his grip on you tightened. “Just..promise you won’t quit? Ever? Or at least..be like..my boyfriend, or something..”, he looked away embarrassed and nervous, even if he knew you would most likely say yes, he still worried you would say no.

“Of course I will. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll be more than happy to be your boyfriend, Nathan. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that.”, you confessed and hugged him tight, tears filling your eyes once more, but this time happily.

He kissed you and you kissed him back. You couldn’t believe this was happening. He broke the kiss and looked down at the both of your crotches. His jeans on the ground, having slipped off while all of that was happening.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”, he picked you up in his big arms, carrying you over to your bathroom, helping you undress and undressing himself, turning on warm water and taking a shower with you.

Let’s just say you ended up sleeping great that night.

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extra:

The rest of the band were in the hot tub, watching some stupid show when they saw Nathan walking over to your room. They didn’t think much of it since he did it almost every night.

That was until they heard moaning coming from your room. You weren’t quiet. Something they would tell Nathan later.

“Holy schit!! thatsth stho gay!! They’re gay!!”, William exclaimed as he began to get out, but Pickles shoved him back into the water. “Shut up and leave ‘em alone! God knows they both needed this. You see the way Nathan talks about ‘em!”

“Ja Moiderface, maybes he’ll shuts up nows.”, Skwisgaar said as he played his guitar. Toki just nodding and agreeing with what everyone else is saying. He was just happy that you and Nathan were finally doing something about your feelings.

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i’m so sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, i’m a bit rusty in the spicy compartment!! as always let me know if you need anything else!

-Mooshi

#boywriters-blog #nathan explosion #reader #nathan explosion x reader #metalocalypse #dethklok #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #william murderface

[tiktaalic]

Why exactly do you see Dean as gay rather than bi? Absolutely feel free to completely ignore this ask if you don't want to go into it - it's just I've heard that interpretation a few times here on Tumblr and I'd genuinely be really interested to hear your thoughts behind it, and how you relate it to the way Dean canonically acts on the show

the pithy answer is projection! the unpithy answer is that out of 320 episodes over the span of 15 years, there is one (1) where his attraction comes off as genuine to me, and it took place fifteen years ago (cassie). i’m a lesbian, and when i was younger i had really genuine and meaningful friendships with men that i thought meant i was in love with them. they were very dear friends to me and i cared deeply about them, and they continue to be dear to me and people i care deeply about now that my head’s on straighter. so that’s that point. 

this is. going to be a long post so this is the preemptive warning to everyone who can’t read tumblr paragraphs to zip scroll.

lisa straight up reads as a lavender marriage to me. the focus for both lisa AND dean is him stepping in to be a father figure. their conversations about how much they care about each other center around how good he is with ben/how much he loves ben. there’s like, nothing where they’re smiling at each other and actually enjoying each other’s company. she’s a two night stand he’s seen 4 times in the last decade. she is dean putting on his brave face and keeping his promise. lisa’s post dean boyfriend matt is in one episode for about 3 minutes purely so he can die, but this is the scene.

so like. lisa is CAPABLE of interacting with a man she’s dating in a way that looks like they’re dating, versus. this.

so that’s that point. we’re at season six and we’ve already gone through every long term relationship with a woman dean’s been in. but let’s get really technical! let’s go through bad boys and after school special and amara to boot. 

in bad boys, robin is dean’s first real crush when he’s fifteen or so. first crush being when you’re 15 rather than in elementary or middle school? gay behavior (joke). let those among us who have not had a straight crush as a teen because they were the first person to be nice to us throw the first stone! and that’s what it boils down to for me. it’s the first time dean’s had ANY stability, and he relishes it. it would not surprise me if she’s his first real friend. she’s definitely his first real NORMAL friend. she asks him what HE likes, what HE wants to do with his life. and that’s totally new for dean! to have choices and to have his wants given consideration instead of just having expectation after expectation loaded onto him.

it does not surprise me that dean, who’s been taking a masterclass in repression and masculinity since the tender age of four, dates robin. it would not surprise me if he dated robin and was gay. of course he’s going to throw himself 100% into a relationship with a girl when he knows he’s at an age where boys are supposed to be skirt chasers, when he meets a girl and she’s NICE to him and KNOWS him like literally no one else does. all of this accompanied by the “i am a boy and have positive feelings for someone who’s a girl this MUST be romance this MUST be a crush” like. this is going to get into overshare territory for a moment i apologize but As A Lesbian when i was 15/16 i actively had crushes on girls and rational-ed them away as Girl Best Friends :) while telling everyone that the feelings i had for my boy best friends were crushes aksdkfkndf. repressed gay people are stupid and dean is MUCH more repressed than me aged 16. so. robin box ticked. 

after school special: jail for dabb jail for dabb for a thousand years i know. trust me i know. BUT. 17 year old dean who’s fully pulled on the leather jacket and womanizer persona, who doesn’t talk to anyone in his class and just hangs out in janitor closets making out with a girl who thinks his persona is hot. and when she tries to get close to him, to form an emotional connection, he panics and self sabotages. which. yes. peak straight man behavior. i’m not arguing that this little characterization bit is the pillar upon which gay dean rests, i’m saying if you’re inclined, you can nudge it into gay kid going “oh no this is too much responsibility i gotta get out of this” behavior. and i’m inclined!

amara: the amara stuff is so. hdnfdkf. it’s this primordial connection or whatever stronger than dean and amara both and yet dean’s still able to buck it a few times for [drumroll........] cas! + i don’t have any of the posts on hand but i DO agree with the whole vibe of. “i would fuck the embodiment of my destruction and horrors and failings because my self loathing is THAT strong”. also: gay af for the being of destruction with an immutable pull on you and towards you to say i will give you your greatest desire and then give you your mommy back and dip.

and then there’s the various one night stand stuff. i don’t have the comprehensive list on hand, but off the top of my head these are times when dean has sex scenes that are given huge focus:

when he comes back from hell and everyone’s gently asking if he’s fine and he’s like could a guy who wasn’t fine do THIS [tries to sleep with a bartender and or angel]. when bobby dies and dean’s hardcore mourning and hardcore drinking to the point where i think his drinking is acknowledged for one of a true handful of times in the series. just checked the transcript for that one. the morning after:

DEAN: Ugh.

SAM: You look like crap.

DEAN: Yeah, well, I feel worse than I look. I do recommend the Cobalt Room, by the way. Awesome night. Although I think I'm getting too old for this.

which. again. normal straight man commitmentphobe hitting his 30s and going hmmm.... perhaps real connections would be nice? but that doesn’t contradict gay dean at all, it slots in. also this is season 7. season 7 and he’s too old for this. top of my head i can think of two more similar instances: s11 baby when he groans and goes “mistakes were made”, s13 advanced thanatology when cas is dead and he’s FULL ON grieving so hard that sam takes him to a strip club. and again. he over does it. again he throws himself too hard to the coping vices and when he wakes up he’s tired and sore and has a headache. the other time he gets laid is endverse, which uh. is basically dean in 24/7 mourn drink sleep with someone mode. there are like... a handful of times he has sex For Fun, enough to count on one hand. the rest are all real easy to slap the label PERFORMANCE or COPING WITH MOURNING on.

obviously all of these points go either way - you could absolutely interpret them as legit attraction to women. you can interpret them as legit attraction to women while these instances are still coping/performance. but for me personally they all end up on the gay column instead of the bi column. um. end manifesto i think.

#long post #spnwatch #anonymous #ask #dean

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers + Jennifer Check x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Peeping Toms and Bets

Notes:

This is a remake and revamp of an old Oneshot request I did in my old blog. I hope you like this! 

Jed is changed to Bubba, because in this shot the character does act most like Bubba then Thomas or Jedidiah ^^ 

The 2 would you rather’s were found online.

Plot: Jennifer has invited you over for a sleepover and you ask her a very interesting question. Oh and the boys are all listening together in and betting on your response to the question. 

Warnings: Suggestive or course language. 

Chucky, walks down the hall, headed for the kitchen while he knows the succubus and her friend are hidden away in the living room, feels a harrowing sense of disgust at what he sees. Well, the disgust being only on a strictly face value basis. Mostly he’s interested to hear the excuses his fellow Slashers have for their camping outside the closed living room door while two teenage girls have a sleepover inside. The first one to notice his presence, when he stops is Bubba who was taking a break from straining his ears to listen to whatever’s happening inside and look down the hall. Where he spots the bright hair and plastic features of child terror. He gasps, quickly and quietly, and alerts the others by tapping spatially on Michael and Stu.

They all turn to see Chucky, and Michael’s shoulders drop heavily in exasperation. Can’t he be left in peace? Why’d all these people have to join him? Stu gasps along with Bubba, before dissolving into a slightly guilty turned down grin, on one side, looking to the floor. Freddy has the good humour to look guilty, too. But isn’t really.

“… what the hell are you two doing??!” Chucky finally manages to spit out, past his pure amusement of the, concerning and slightly horrifying, scene. He raises an eyebrow and feels a tad out of place but stands his ground, when Stu and Bubba ‘Shh’ him, violently. Spit breaking from their mouths, he’s sure.

Freddy nearly panics entirely and immediately smacks Stu’s hand away from his face, looking between those two idiots and the door. “Shut up! Both of you, you were louder than him!” While he goes off on the two, Michael just sighs and opts to look back through the crack in the door that he was peaking though. “And you! Shut it! They might hear you, and then we will all be in trouble.”

“’All’??” Chucky exclaims furiously, eyes wide and wholly incredulous. “I’m not playing peaking Tom on teenage girls as an old man- “

Freddy’s voice is barely a whisper, in fact it’s much more like TV static then a human voice, due to his burnt vocal cords. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, they’re dressed. This is not a porn video. To my knowledge girls don’t, in fact, get undressed to sleepover with each other.” Stu mumbles a quiet ‘Yeah, unfortunately’ and pouts, as a couple of them share a moment of silence for the tragic misconception. Including Chucky and even Bubba. Michael rolls his eyes, still stretching his neck to look through the crack, back against the wall. “Haven’t caught a glimpse. We’re just listening.”  

“And you don’t think they’d mind?” Recovered, Chucky smirks smugly, words dripping with sarcasm. Almost evilly, as if he’s 2 seconds from blowing their cover and telling Jennifer-or, worse. Jason, - what they’re up to.

Bubba looks nervous, at that, touching the tips of his meaty pointer fingers together and looking ashamedly thoughtful. But then Michael makes an audible ‘Pfft’ sound from under his mask like he really couldn’t care less if they minded, causing their plastic acquaintance to raise his eyebrows in surprise, he relaxes. If Michael doesn’t care, maybe he shouldn’t either. Michael is cool.  

What would Jason say, though? Just as Bubba’s thoughts on that are immediately shut off, when the TV inside the living room turns off and silences engulfs the area. Then the girls inside start talking, which understandably makes every boy or man on the other side of the wall turn on their listening ears to level 99 and lean towards the sound.

Chucky makes a split-second decision and joins them on the floor. To tell the truth, he doesn’t give a flying fuck whether the girls mind, either. But he had to pick on these assholes, so if Stu doesn’t stop snickering at him, he’s going to cut out the teenager’s tongue, wrap it up and use it as a stress ball. Stu seems to get the message when Chucky connects gazes with him, slowly touches his own tongue, and then mimes violently tearing it out.

//

After the obligatory 3 movies (One romance, one horror which was a tough decision due to your friends living arrangements of course, and one comedy), you and Jennifer stop to recoup and recharge, and start talking. You’re wrapped in blankets and your favourite pyjama’s, and she’s dipping into her coloured popcorn. The only sugar, to your knowledge, that this girl intakes. Its no wonder she’s so gorgeous. She decides on a diet and exercise regimen and sticks to it. Truly amazing. You? Well… you prefer your snacks to a model perfect body.

Surrounding the two of you are many, many pillows and blankets. Some you’ve come to realise were stolen from some of her roommate’s rooms, due to their particular smell and some concerning stains. Also, the one that evidently belongs to Michael has a violent looking hole in it and has stuffing poking out.

Another is a full size Hatsune Miku body pillow, and you don’t dare to ask whos’ room she snatched that one from. Although, you have your suspects. Confirmation, though, is an entirely different experience. And one that you would rather not have.

As you start talking, you dig into your own chosen caffeine for the night. You’re playing would you rather, of course.

Because its fun, to give your friend two horrible or disgusting options and make them choose one.

“Would you rather have uncontrollable gas at work for the rest of your life or for every first date you have for the rest of your life?”

“Work!” Jennifer decides, immediately, apparently horrified by the other prospect. “If I was an uncontrollable fart machine for all of my first dates, I would starve! Who cares if my stuffy boss smells eggs for the rest of his miserable life.”

She sure has some… strong feelings, about her non-existent future boss. You snigger, sipping your drink through a chewed straw. “Okay, okay…”

“Would you rather have an animal best friend, any animal, meaning if it were a bear or a horse you could ride them around, or be married to someone who is peak attractive for you.”

That stumps you, and for a moment you just sit there with your mouth open, thinking furiously. Jennifer grins wide. “A wonderful pet buddy or best sex??” And at that, she starts to laugh a bit, patting your knee. You’re lost! “Impossible!”

“I know what I’d pick-“

“Yeah I know what you would pick. Evil one.”

She laughs some more.

Evilly.

After a couple of minutes of that, her teasing you and you thinking, you finally decide. Although, you only say it very, very quietly and into a pillow, so no higher power hears and grants it.

After that, you feel the need to be evil as well and think for a few moments deeply about wat to ask her… then come up with something perfect. You smirk at her over your pillow and sit it back down on your lap, still holding it. “If the world was ending, and it was up to you to save it, and you did want to save it, and you had to sleep with someone to do that… who would it be?” She immediately opens her mouth to say a name, but you quickly, mischievously hold up your hand halt her, and add the evilness. “Thing is!! It has to be one of the Slasher boys that you live with. Patrick and Carrie don’t count.”

Like you did before, she stops. Slowly closes her mouth, and looks off into the distance. Stuck. “Uh, so… one of… Bubba, Chucky, Freddy, Jason, Billy, Stu, or Michael?”

Oh, damn. You think, realising you forgot to cast out Billy and Stu. Well, that was a bust attempt at causing her strife-

“That’s impossible! What the fuck??”

Oh, okay. That’s kind of sad for Billy and Stu… But, uh, good for you!

//

The creepy group outside the door, which has grown a few more hands and legs belonging to Billy and Jason. The former only being there as he was trying to stop them from being weird but had given up and got tired, so he sat down. Now he was, apparently, apart of this. Somehow.

Billy is here because his DVD player got jammed.

After hearing Y/N’s question, multiple reactions come from these Slashers.

1.       Chucky and Freddy are very creepy and partake in some wolfish grinning that frightens Bubba and puts off Jason.

2.       Stu goes very, very red, and grins a little goofy. He shut down the moment the question was issued, so he didn’t hear the incriminatingly insulting thing that Jennifer hinted about him.

3.       Bubba also goes bright red, and covers his face.

4.       And Billy pauses momentarily, having caught the ego crushing material, then takes a deep breath and sits up straighter. “Oof, so, lets lay some bets?”

Billy holds up 10 fingers, sitting cross legged the furthest away from the door or wall, in general. “For Jen saying Michael.” The said shape of Haddonfield turns gruffly to the Ghostface original, who shrugs and grins his knowing grin. “I could explain it to you, but then you would think I checked you out.”

“Oh no, but in reality, you just watch his movie once a month- once a week in 91.” Stu narrowly escapes Billy’s wrath, ducking out of the way and practically into Bubba’s lap when his friends reaches for his hair. Michael just deeply sighs, along with Jason and continues to watch.

“Moving on from that borderline embarrassing bit of information that I’m sure we’re all going to ridicule you for later, I have a bet too. Since you think she’ll pick Michael, I’ll put 50 on myself.”

“30 on Billy. Despite, his gayness.” Freddy adds, preoccupied listening into the living room, but never too preoccupied to tease.

“I’m not gay!”

“Its okay, Billy, its 2020. You can be open with us.”

“Fuck you man, you suck, you’re going down on the favourite Slasher list.”

Freddy just giggles at that, turning his full concentration back on Jennifer.

Jason sighs deeply, his shoulders literally raising and falling in an obvious effort to make it noticeable. It is noticeable, its just that no one cares that he disapproves. He sighs again, this time quieter to himself, in hopelessness. He refuses to gamble on this.

Stu holds up a hand full of fingers and a thumb, five. “On Y/N picking Jason.” Michael nods to that, agreeing and holding up both his hands, 4 times. He’s got 40 on Y/N picking Jason. Jason himself looks specifically at his fellow voiceless murderer Michael, in horror. He thought better, of him. Michael only shrugs in response, like ‘You shouldn’t have though so highly of me. That was stupid.’. besides, its October, he’s naturally bound to take more risks. Plus, he’s had an odd inkling, that Y/N’s liked Jason for a while. She comes over a lot for Jennifer, but sometimes she hangs with Jason instead.

Chucky smirks at the interaction. “As I’m obligated to always contradict everyone else, I’m going to bet fifty-five, on her picking Freddy.”

“Oh. Hell no.” Billy butts in, unhappy with these high ass numbers. “I’ve been flirting with Y/N for weeks. It’ll pay off, she’ll pick me.”

Bubba doesn’t bet. He remembers how Drayton and Chop Top get when they used to bet on horses, and it wasn’t pretty. He doesn’t want to be like that, no.

//

Jennifer’s still thinking a couple minutes later, and you’re starting to worry when she finally moves. And flops back on her mattress that she’d had Bubba carry down here for her, in the hopelessness of it all. You will be sleeping on the couch, but you’re on her mattress too right now for until you go to sleep. If you go to sleep. This particular question may take some time.

“Uhh… lets see… “You crawl up to her head and plonk down where you can see her face. She chews on the inside of her cheek, and then starts to think out loud for your benefit. “Billy’s our age, and so pretty,” You nod, understanding. He is very pretty. “But… “

“But?”

“Well, but… Michael is so big!” She throws her arms onto the mattress on either side of her body for emphasis, causing you to open your mouth and raise your eyebrows and the boldness, then laugh and nod at the same time. Yeah… yeah… that true too…

And a very interesting point… You think to yourself, dusting a gentle pink across your cheeks.

“Y/N, no. This is not a laughing matter!” She’s grinning, though.

You raise your hands, playing surrender. “No, no, of course not! I’ll stop!”

“You better.”

//

“Stop fucking around!” Freddy exclaims, not loud enough for either of the girls to hear of course. He grits his teeth. “I’m betting on the outcome of your decision, bitch! Shut up and say ‘Billy’!”

“So… “Chucky starts to rethink his decision to bet. “What happens if they don’t decide? Is the game off, or… ?”

Billy halts for a moment, then looks at Bubba for a second. “Oh, yeah Bubba? You think the money should go to the new TV fund?? Well, if you say so!”

Bubba immediately looks panicked and confused, a serious squawk escaping him aimed towards the others. He didn’t say that! He didn’t even think that! Honestly, he thinks it’s should go towards a chicken coup…

Jason quickly pats Bubba’s shoulder, still in a perpetual state of exasperation and tired, but still wanting to assure Bubba that, they know. Billy’s full of crap, we know you didn’t say that.

//

Finally, Jennifer decides and makes an ‘Ah!’ sound, moving her finger from her lips thoughtfully, to the air excitedly. She sits up and faces you.

Oh, this is very serious. It must be. It demands eye contact. “You’ve decided?

“Yes.” Her finger lowers to her shoulder height. “Okay so, I simply boiled it down to a science.”

“You did?” You ask, just humouring her.

“Yes. So,” She starts counting off Slashers from her list of possibilities with her fingers. “First of all, Freddy killed his wife. So, he’s out.” Well that makes sense. “And Billy tried to kill his girlfriend, so even though he’s sexy, he isn’t trustworthy either, so he’s gone too.” So far so good. “Jason’s rotting away, and ‘Au Decaying’ doesn’t really stimulate me to do anything apart from spray him with anti-bacterial and Hello kitty deodorant, despite his wonderful shoulders.” Oh, yes. Jason does have nice shoulders. “Then Bubba’s flesh mask is a complete turn off, Chucky’s a Good Guy, not a bad boy. And Stu’s a weirdo.”

You nod, a smile reaching your lips and the pure simplicity of her end decision, coming to the only conclusion. “So… Michael.”

“Yeah!”

“I don’t think he showers regularly.”

“Eh, neither do a lot of the boys I eat.”

//

Stu is gaping, very wide and very deeply. “A weirdo??” He looks in disbelief to his best friend and the victor. Michael nods, being hurtfully honest with the kid and Billy comforts him with a shoulder pat. He is also reeling. He hadn’t previously identified his Sydney fiasco as a warning for other girls… maybe he should have. This could be an issue.

“Yeah… man, you are a weirdo.”

“Thanks so much, buddy.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome.”

“Bad boy?” Chucky asks, pleasantly surprised. He turns to Bubba, who’s looking indignantly at the door because his fashion is ahead of their time! “Do I have bad boy energy?”

Freddy sulks. “Oh… I get it… “

Jason rolls his eyes at them all. They’re all ridiculous!

//

“What about you?” Jennifer asks, turning the tables on you.

“Me?” You squeak.

“Yeah, you.”

“Well… “You square your shoulders, ready in the face of a challenge. “Well, lemme see… Well, Jason is strong, and sweet- “

“Oh yes.” You wince, at Jennifer’s sudden cold tone, as she squinty glares at you. “I know you think Jason’s sweet. You’ve abandoned me multiple times, to ang with him the kitchen! Betrayal!”

“Aha… ah… well, moving on! Chucky’s got a very hot aura!” You quickly push on, afraid of your friend’s wrath about Jason. “A-and, um… He’s also very handsome as a human, so I guess it wouldn’t be bad if he were in that form… “ Jennifer breaks out into a grin, glad to have made you stutter a bit, and back to her good mood. You sigh, back muscles relaxing. Evil girl.

“Yes, and the rest…?” Oh, she still wants you to answer the question, okay.

“Well. Stu’s tall, and rich. Which, of course, isn’t a deal maker but it’s a good point to mention.” Jennifer nods solemnly at that. “Michael provides a very nice… well, err, he would make a nice nude model. And Freddy’s got a really attractive voice, which I don’t think he knows which is very good thing, don’t let him know. And, Bubba’s so sweet. And Billy… is Billy. I don’t know what to say, he’s been flirting with me for weeks now.”

Jennifer rolls her eyes. “Mood.”

//

“I’m… Billy.” Billy grins, feeling proud of his persona for a moment and puffing out his chest in pride. Chucky gazes at Jason, like ‘Yeah, I guess he is the whole package… ‘, and Jason himself scotches away from the ginger doll. “I knew she was picking it up! I learnt all I know from movi-“

“Me, you know all you know from me.” Freddy cuts through, deadpanned.

“Which explains why she wasn’t jumping for joy when she mentioned it.” Chucky yawns.

“Hey!!” Chucky gets a chuckle out of that reaction from the two.

“Who cares?! This girl is just after my money!!” Stu exclaims, looking hopeless. He chuckles, haughtily then and crosses his arms. “Well guess what? None of its mine! It belongs to my parents! So, ha!” Michael shakes his head and looks disappointedly at the teenager. That doesn’t help your case… It really does not…

“Well Charlie, maybe I don’t need to flirt. My voice does it for them,” A devious smirk slips across Freddy’s face and he evilly cackles after a moment. Jason looks severely exasperated at him, and Freddy just sticks out his tongue. “Jealous.”

Bubba is touched that they think he’s sweet. That’s nice.

___ NOW MAKE YOUR DECISION! ___

Billy Loomis:

“I’m gonna have to disagree with you, Jen.” You grin and can’t help it. Its sort of a nice thought, to have to fuck Billy. “Billy’s the only choice.”

She scoffs and throws some of her popcorn at you.

//

Billy stretches and yawns, like he’s so very exhausted of that thing called being fuckable, and turns to look weirdly smug at Michael. “That’s right, only competition. She chose me.”

“-Only competition!? Excuse you, former bud!” Stu smacks his friend, scowling.

“Well that is what you get for outing my obsession with the Halloween movies to Michael fucking Myers.”

“You bitter thing!”

Bubba Sawyer:

“Aww, Bubba.” You decide, finally truly thinking about the cinnamon roll. You smile. “It has to be Bubba. He’s the cutest, and the nicest one here.” Jennifer makes a ‘yuck’ face.

“The mask??”

“That can be removed.” You reply quickly.

//

Bubba blushes brightly in the dimness of the hallway, pulling away from the wall he was listening to, between Stu and Jason continues to look bashful and gooey at the floor for a little while, until Jason realises he’s going to have to guide him home to hid basement bedroom and looks deeply unamused about it. But, still kind of happy for his-pseudo brother.

“BUBBA?! Who bet on Bubba?!”

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray:

Lowly, with an embarrassed, dark blush on your face, you mutter. “Chucky… “ Jennifer looks two seconds from king shaming you, so you rush to add. “In human form!! Dear God.”

“Oh… “She doesn’t look convinced, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah, sure. You tell yourself that. You go be nasty on the couch.”  

//

Chucky looks smugly at everyone, in turn, very, very happy with the outcome of that despite not winning the bet. “Yeah.” Freddy scowls at him.

“Don’t you look at me.”

“Yep, me.” Chucky ignores him. “Suck it.”

Freddy Krueger:

Realising who it would have to be, you widen your eyes and consider lying. But of course, decide to be honest. “Uh… well, um, Freddy… yup.”

She raises her eyebrows. “What if he goes batshit and tries to choke you to death?”

You laugh, at that. “Honestly, I do think choking would be a part of it, but in the case of danger I’ll just call you!” You grin cheerily at her. “Best friend!”

“Aye,”

//

“I don’t understand her.” Chucky feels the need to inform everyone. “But I just one the bet so good on her.”

“Four weeks, of my wonderful flirting, and I’m stabbed in the gut.” Billy groans, and throws is money on the floor. Shaking his head, he gets up and leaves, put out.

Stu sniggers, and gets up to follow him, turning back just to tell the others. “He’ll never recover.”

Freddy looks like he thinks he’s just won an Oscar. “I’d like to say a couple words!”

“Oh, christ.”

“I’d like to thank all my competitors for losing, and uh,” he finishes shining one of his knives on the edge of his jumper. “I promise to say hi to Y/N for you all later tonight when I visit her in her dreams.” Michael facepalms.

Jason Voorhees:

Finally, you decide and nod your head firmly. And exclaim, cheerily. “Jason! He’s perfect, I love, what a guy.”

When you look at Jennifer, immediately you let out a ‘YAH!’ scream and jump back, seeing her horrifying aura.

“I NEW THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING ON!”

“Stop itttttttttt!”

//

Stu facepalms. “Why did I only bet five???”

On the other hand, Michael smirks proudly under his mask, collecting his money. Yep, Jason. What a guy, indeed.

Everyone else, looks to the hockey mask wearing Slasher, who this whole time was against their listening and betting. How will he react?

He… has gone into silent shock. He may need some minutes alone. You… him?? You would pick him??? You… would pick him?? He raises his eyebrows under his mask like ‘Oh’. What is he supposed to do with this information?

“Yeah, I know hockey puck. This may be a shock for you, being ugly and all, but- Jason?”

Jason’s already up walking thoughtfully down the hall.

Michael Myers:

“Ahh, I have to agree with you. Totally Michael.”

“Told you!”

//

Michael but sits and experiences his punishment, which is many, many upset Slasher outcry’s.

“Both of them??!”

“Greedy bitch.”

“How??”

Michael sighs, and turns to an indifferent Jason for help. Jason looks at him and feels zero remorse for him, he brought this upon himself. He should not have been betting and spying.

Stu Macher:

“Well, these are all… interesting choices,” You start, cautious. “But, um… I think will go with Stu. Very cute, very funny. Very not connected to anything rotting, and... less stabby, then the others..”

“Well, that’s true. Probably a good choice.”

“Yeah,” You smile. “Okay, so, moving on. About that movie… “

//

Stu has this goofy ass, shocked, love struck look on his face that makes the rest of them a little nervous for about 2 seconds. Chucky takes the initiative pokes him. “Hey, Daffy Duck, what wrong with your fac- “

The 2 seconds ended, and so does Stu’s quiet, as he lunges up and grabs the doorknob, ready to throw it open and rush on in there and blow all their covers. Michael immediately shoots to action and grabs Stu’s leg to stop him, fighting not to let Stu shake him off. Everyone tries to vein to persuade him not to go, shut him up and clam him down, but their efforts are weak compared to the power of a horny teenager.

“Hey, hey!” Chucky exclaims, through everyone’s panicked whispered, grunts and frantic arm waiving, patting Michael on the shoulder. “… he’s gone.” With that out, Chucky shoots down the hallways as fast as his little legs can take him. Michael and Billy follow, because like hell they are going to get caught because Stu’s stupid, and Stu bursts into living room, revealing the other 3 still on the floor in the doorway… Freddy, incriminatingly on his knees just where the crack in the door would be, slowly, awkwardly waives and Jason bows his head in apology.

Bubba bolts.

#Slashers x Reader #Jennifer Check x Reader #Sleepover Oneshot #Slashers x Reader Oneshot #Stu Macher x Reader #Billy Loomis x Reader #Ghostface x Reader #Jason Voorhees x Reader #Chucky x Reader #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Michael Myers x Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Slashers

[saikostories]

Stray Kids - Cuff Burn (Chan) (M)

You didn’t mean to see it. You didn’t want the image going through your head the rest of the night, especially because it was Halloween and it was going to be a long one, and you definitely did not want to be heated like a fucking oven. You had just wanted to tell your roommate that you were going to run late to the party if he didn’t hurry up.

You didn’t mean to see it. But you had.

Chan was styling his hair, pushing it back and running his fingers through it slowly. But that wasn’t what shocked you. It was the fact that he was shirtless, chest still glistening from the shower, with a pair of tight navy slacks on and a pair of handcuffs dangling from the loop. You sucked in a breath and inched away from the cracked door. Chan was dressing as a fucking cop. Out of all the possible costumes, he had chosen a cop.

You pressed your back against the wall and took a deep breath.

It didn’t help that you were harboring the slightest bit of feelings for him. It only made everything so much hotter. It was like one of your wild fantasies coming true. Except, in reality, you knew that the night probably wouldn’t end the way you imagined. He’d probably end up going to some random persons house and sleeping with them instead, and you’d be stuck home alone, most likely trying to drink your problems away.

That’s how most party nights went. You didn’t think it’d be different just because it was Halloween.

You looked down at you Stranger Things lifeguard costume, an actual excuse to wear swimwear because Johnny had a pool. And you were not going to pass up the opportunity to swim with Johnny Seo or his friends. You glanced back at Chan’s door. Then you huffed.

So what if Chan looked hot tonight? So what if you secretly just wanted to stay home and tell him to use the handcuffs on you? You knew there was a low chance of it actually happening, and if Chan got laid every single time there was a party, why couldn’t you? You smirked suddenly, fiddling with the whistle around your neck.

It was your turn to get laid, and you didn’t care if it was with Chan or not.

You found yourself eating your own words the second Chan had stepped out of his bedroom, completely dressed. The shirt was tight. You could see the material hugging his abs and the sleeves snug against his muscles. And his veins. It’s like they were extra prominent today. His hair was pushed back on the sides but the rest fell onto his forehead, and his eyes looked absolutely sinful. You gulped and tried to remain cool.

The ride there was even worse. When he drove he used one hand to steer and the other to mess with the radio. He liked your costume too. He said it was sexy, but he always said you were sexy. Most of the time he said this when you were being lazy at home, dressed in sweats. At this point, it was like he was mocking you.

“You okay over there?” He asked when you were only blocks away from the party. “You seem extra fidgety today.”

You coughed and zipped your fanny pack shut for the fifth time. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m perfectly fine.”

Chan turned to look at you skeptically. Eyebrow raised, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. He looked down at your fingers, still playing with the zipper. “I don’t believe that.”

You unzipped the fanny pack, harsher than before. “I need something. For tonight. I’m sure you have plenty of them, and I’ve never had the need for them except for tonight.”

Chan creased his eyebrows this time, mouth curling in a frown. “I don’t have drugs if that’s what you’re asking for. You know I’ve never-”

You rolled your eyes and cut him off. “Not drugs. Condoms.”

At this Chan’s eyebrows nearly shot off into his hairline, not even trying to hide his shock. “What? You’re planning on getting some tonight? That’s new.”

You rolled your eyes again, but glanced down slightly. The slacks were basically a second skin on his thighs, which were spread open slightly, and his fucking veins– you stopped yourself from thinking further, averting your eyes to the window. You bit your lip to stop yourself from saying that it was him you wanted to get it from.

“It’s not new. I get it all the time. I-I just… well I just never find them useful you know? They’re just bothersome and take away from the experience.” You huffed, sitting straighter in your seat.

Chan looked over at you in surprise again before he bit his lip in the slightest. You could see it out of the corner of your eye but didn’t have the guts to turn and face him completely. You were already heating up and if you saw that fucking lip bite – it’d be the end. You’d have to jump his bones right here right now in the car.

“Eyes on the road, Chan!” You hissed when he stared a little too long and began to swerve. He snapped back and moved back onto the right side of the road. “Jesus.”

He chuckled, shrugging off the honks of cars passing by. “Sure, I can spare some. Who’s the guy?”

You glanced at him, before looking down into your fanny pack. Then you took a deep breath. “Well, I heard that Kun is going to be there. I have a thing for him.”

You crossed your legs and finally yanked your fanny pack closed. It was true, aside from Chan, who was friends with a lot of good looking people, you had began to quite like Qian Kun, though you hadn’t spoken to him much.

Chan scoffed. “Kun? He’s a dork. He’ll probably come to the party dressed as some Disney character.”

Chan parked the car as you looked over at him, slightly irritated. Who cares that Kun was a dork? He was super attractive. He also had lips to die for. You could have sex with whoever you wanted. Just like he could.

“Maybe I like Disney characters. Maybe I want a prince to carry me to bed and then screw my brains out. Ugh, forget about the condoms.” You hissed, before rolling your eyes and pushing your door open. You started to stomp to the house, but you silently crossed your fingers, hoping to everything good that Kun didn’t dress tacky tonight.

Chan was too stunned at your blunt words to fire back, and watched you go with wide eyes. He grabbed his hat from the backseat and shook his head before following you.

The party was already raging. There were empty bottles of liquor piling in the trashcan and loud music vibrating the soles of your feet. Most of the costumes were provocative and sexy, and it turned out that your lifeguard suit was only mildly revealing. You immediately grabbed a drink and chugged half of it in one go, eyes searching every corner for the Chinese boy.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” Johnny shouted as he walked over from the kitchen. “Look at you! I love the costume. Can you tell what I am?”

You could tell by his slight slur that he was already buzzed, and looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a long sleeved button up and a pair of washed out jeans, but tucked into his pocket was a large paintbrush. “Uh, are you Bob Ross?”

He cheered loudly, grabbing you around the shoulders and shaking you. “You got it! You’re the first one to guess it right. I didn’t have a wig but I think I nailed it.”

A scream erupted from the dancing crowd behind you and both of you turned to see that Chan had finally entered, and the scream had come from one of the girls. She ran at him and he smirked before catching her in his arms. You gagged at the sight. You looked away and back to Johnny, who was eyeing Chan with wide eyes.

“He looks hot.” Johnny said, eyebrows raised. “If I were gay, I’d do him.”

You rolled your eyes. “He looks okay. Anyways, have you seen Kun?”

“Oh, yeah he’s out by the pool with some people. Poor guy. He’s a little sad.” Johnny said, turning away from the crowd and walking back into the kitchen. You followed him eagerly, not wanting to see Chan and his many girlfriends.

“Why do you say that? What happened?” You asked, curious. Your belly suddenly filled with butterflies. Maybe he didn’t have to be sad the whole night…

Johnny stopped by the sink and gestured to the window over looking the backyard. He took a sip from a random cup on the counter and shook his head. “He dressed like a minion.”

You turned to look out the window and nearly gasped. He wasn’t kidding. Kun was sitting with his legs in the pool, wearing a pair of rolled up overalls and a bright yellow shirt. He even had a beanie with one eye painted on the front. Chan was right. He was a fucking dork.

Speaking of the Devil himself, Chan appeared next to you seemingly out of thin air, a drink in his hand and a smirk on his lips. He followed your line of sight. He snorted. “A fucking minion? Someone please tell me this guy did not dress like a fucking minion. What are we, five?”

You rolled your eyes and reached over, pinching him on his side. He didn’t even flinch. “Asshole. It’s Halloween he can wear whatever he wants. At least he doesn’t look like an overpriced stripper.”

Johnny apparently heard nothing of that and turned to you. When he saw Chan he cheered. “Aye! My man! You look great dude, I dig the costume.”

Chan nodded in greeting before looking down at you. He pressed his body closer to yours, moving his head down to meet your eyes. You tried your best to ignore the way his skin was warm against yours, and how much you liked it. “Y/N, come on, out of all people, him?”

“I can sleep with whoever I want to, Chris!” You growled, pushing him away and turning on your heel. You knew using his real name would probably make him irritated, honestly you couldn’t give two fucks. It wasn’t your fault he thought he actually had a say in the matter.

You heard Johnny say something and Chan say something back but you didn’t bother listening in. Asshole. Fucking stupid asshole with an amazing body. You hated that you wanted him to press himself against you more. For him to push you up against that counter and fuck you raw.

You shivered as you stepped outside, trying your best to think of other things.

Kun was talking to Ten, but by the time you reached him the latter was running to the diving board. You grimaced as you saw him turn to you. Even his face was painted yellow. You forced a polite smile and sat beside him, dipping your own feet into the pool. The water was surprisingly warm, a nice difference to the cold night.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” He greeted, his cheeks lifting in an adorable smile. He looked you up and down, but not in a ‘checking you out’ sort of way. He just seemed interested in your look. A gentleman as always. “I like it. Are you that lifeguard from Stranger Things? The fanny pack and the curls give it away.”

You gasped. “No way! You got it. I’ve had to tell everyone that I’m just a regular lifeguard because they don’t see it. You’re good.”

Kun smiled. “Wish I would’ve thought of something like that. I feel like an idiot. I’m the only one here that’s dressed family friendly.”

“Well, not true. I just ran into Bob Ross…well, without the iconic hair.” You replied.

Kun rolled his eyes. “His shirt is completely unbuttoned and he’s got dicks painted all over a piece of cardboard.”

You giggled, looking over to see that Kun was laughing too, but his gaze was settled sadly into the water. “I like minions, you know?”

He looked up. “Really?”

“Yeah. So does my little cousin. You pull it off well.” You reassured.

He rolled his eyes suddenly. “That’s so shit. Who ‘pulls off’ minion costumes? I wish I would’ve picked something else. I’m stupid.”

You squinted at him for a second before shaking your head. “You’re not stupid.”

“Well, I feel like it.” He grumbled, before throwing himself back so that he was laying against the pavement. “I want to go home.”

You cocked your head to the side for a second. Then you smiled as an idea popped into your head. You pulled your feet from the water and tugged on his arm. “Okay, come on.”

Kun creased his eyebrows and sat up, already following your instructions without question. “Where are we going?”

You finally helped him get to his feet and grinned at him, pushing his chest lightly. “We are going to make you less kid friendly.”

Kun raised his eyebrows, but before he could say something else you grabbed his hand and began to drag him inside. You entered the house and grabbed two shot glasses. Kun looked like he wanted to protest when you poured them to the brim with fireball but took it and threw it back when you handed it to him anyway. You poured two more before grabbing his hand again, making your way up the stairs of Johnny’s massive place. On the way you saw Chan dancing with some random girl, her hands slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He looked up just as you two began to climb the stairs and frowned when he saw who you were with. You raised your eyebrows at him, challenging him. What could he do? Nothing!

You made it to the restroom and pulled Kun in before closing the door behind you. You swallowed the second shot, squinting slightly as it burned down your throat. Kun did the same but still looked confused. He began to cough as the liquid burned down his throat, but quickly recovered. You could see that his skin was red behind the yellow paint.

“Are you sure you’re not trying to kill me?” He asked, blinking away tears.

You laughed, pushing him against the sink. “Yes. Your screams won’t be heard over the noises of the party.” He looked terrified, which made you laugh. “Kidding. I told you we’re going to make you less PG and more rated R.”

You grabbed a small towelette and wet it, immediately grabbing Kun’s jaw and beginning to scrub the paint off. Kun had a sharp jaw. It was sexy. You kind of wanted to kiss him there to see his reaction. You didn’t, and instead began scrubbing the paint away silently. You couldn’t fuck Kun while he was in a minion costume. There was no way. You literally felt yourself going dryer than the Sahara desert just looking at his beanie.

“To be honest, a little girl I know picked the costume.” Kun admitted as you began to scrub at his forehead. “She’s my neighbor. She was so happy to help me out in making it. She just thought I was going to a regular costume party.”

You smiled slightly. Kun may have been a dork, but he was sweet. He was a good guy. “That’s cute. Did you take a picture in it?”

He laughed. “Of course. She loved the end result.”

You finally got the last of the yellow off his face and cupped his cheeks. “Well she doesn’t have to know you took it off. This isn’t just a regular party. It’s a Johnny Seo Halloween Bash.”

Kun sighed softly but nodded. “You’re right.”

You tugged on his beanie in response. “This has gotta go. That eye is creeping me out.”

Kun snorted and tugged the beanie off. Your jaw immediately dropped. He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to add volume back to his flattened locks. Your jaw continued to hang. The last time you had seen Kun, he had dark hair, brunette hair. Now his hair was blonde, and it was so damn hot. You choked on air and took a step back.

Maybe it was the fact that you had felt extremely horny ever since you had peeped Chan without his shirt, but your body started to flood with heat. You squeezed your thighs together.

“What? What happened? Is it really bad hat hair?” Kun asked frantically, turning to look at himself in the mirror.

“When the fuck did that happen?” You screeched, moving your hand to your mouth.

“OH, the blonde? It happened like a week ago. I don’t know if I like it or not yet.”

Unable to control yourself you grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around. He looked surprised as you ran your fingers through his hair. You almost moaned. “It’s so soft too.”

Kun swallowed. “H-hair masks.”

“I love it.”

“You do?”

“Yes, it’s so hot.” You breathed. You glanced down at Kun’s eyes and then to this lips.

Kun blushed, looking away from you. He looked so cute, yet somehow so sexy. His plush lips parted, his cheeks tinted to the slightest little shade of rose, and his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed.

You decided then and there.

You had planned on getting drunk first, but you immediately turned on by the sight of Kun’s blonde hair. You didn’t even care that he still had overalls on. It was Kun. You were going to fuck him.

“Can I kiss you?” You whispered.

Kun looked taken aback. He placed his hands on your hips as yours traveled around his neck. “U-uh… Sure. Yeah. Yes, I mean Yes.”

So you did. You kissed him roughly, which made his hands grip your waist tighter and pulled him closer to you. You fingers ran through his perfectly soft hair as you licked his bottom lip. Kun, who was kissing back a little softer, hesitated before opening his mouth. You slipped your tongue passed his lips and tasted every single part of his mouth. His tongue didn’t even try to dominate yours, which slightly put you off. You kept kissing him.

You pulled back for air and pressed a kiss to his jaw. He shuddered and moaned. You grinned before doing it again, a much rougher kiss. His hand moved to your ass and squeezed. It was your turn to moan.

Kun’s hand suddenly went back to your hips as you began to make a mark on his jaw. “I-I’m sorry for that I- wasn’t thinking.”

You pulled back and looked him in the eyes. “Do it again.”

His eyes went wide. “What?”

“Do it again.” You demanded. You grabbed his hand for him and placed it on your ass. He squeezed reluctantly. You moaned slightly and smiled. “It feels nice. I like it. I’m gonna be blunt really quick… Can you please fuck me on this counter?”

Kun looked completely taken aback, and audibly gasped. You pouted. “Please?You can be as rough as you want, baby.”

Kun didn’t say anything for a second. Then a dark look crossed his features and he picked you up, spinning the two of you around so that you were sitting on the sink counter. You couldn’t help but grin. He gripped your thighs tightly and began to kiss and bite down your neck. Somehow, it was still gentle.

But then he bit down on your sweet spot and you moaned loudly – just as the door burst open.

Kun immediately jerked away from you, hair messy and eyes wide. His plump lips were even more swollen, and there was already a mark from you on his jaw.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Chan yelled, letting the door slam against the wall.

You groaned. “What do you want, Chris? Jesus!”

The two guys looked at you, not at all shocked by his intruding, just extremely annoyed. Your thighs were still spread apart slightly and there was a bit mark on your collarbone. You rolled your eyes at the expressions on their faces.

Kun looked between you and Chan before coming forward and grabbing his beanie. “I should go.”

You frowned. “No, Kun wait-”

He was already gone. You looked to Chan, who was standing like an actual arrogant cop in the doorway, one eyebrow raised at you. You glared at him. “Fuck off.”

He didn’t say anything. He only walked in and shut the door behind him. The lock clicked shortly after. You continued to glare at him as he stood across from you, leaning his back against the wall.

“What the fuck do you want? Get out! I was literally just about to get some good dick!”

Chan scoffed and took his hat off. His own blonde hair tumbled down so that strands were laying across his forehead. You tried not to think about how hot it was. “I know you were about to get some dick. I was there, hearing everything. Good dick, though? That’s debatable.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back on the palm of your hands. Was this really happening? Was he really acting like this? You sighed and looked back at him. “So, what? You think you can give it to me better? I mean why were you outside in the first-”

Chan coughed. “I know that I can give it to you better.”

You felt your stomach jolt with arousal. You shut your mouth. So this is how the night was going to go. You licked your lips and tried to act like you didn’t want him and much as you actually did. You scoffed, but your cheeks burned red.

“Prove it.”

Chan moved forward quickly, grabbing you from behind your knees and pulling you down from the sink. You squeaked in surprise, which quickly turned into a gasp as he turned you around and pushed you against the sink. Your ass traveled up and you cheek kissed the marble of the counter. There was a clink behind you and you felt handcuffs being clicked onto your wrist, binding them together. You grunted to try and avoid moaning. Your insides were dancing in anticipation to be wrecked.

“Props don’t make dick good.” You challenged, though you knew you were already so turned on that any dick would be good.

There was a chuckle behind you. “I know that. They just make things more fun.”

You rolled your eyes, sticking your ass farther out in feigned boredom. You weren’t bored. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure that it was making a noise against the marble. “Well I haven’t felt anything yet so-”

You were cut off by Chan grinding down onto your ass. You whimpered at the feeling of his hard cock against you. Jesus, did you do that to him? You liked the warmth of his hips against your ass, so you wiggled back. He pulled away instantly.

“I wonder,” He started, his hand cupping your ass. He brought it down with a smack! “What it feels like having to tell someone they can be rough with you. To have to tell someone to touch you.”

You bit your lip as his large fingers snaked under you to rub at your sensitive clit. Your fingers reached over to grab onto his wrist in surprise. He didn’t like that. He pulled his hand away.

“I wonder what it’s like to hear someone apologize for making you moan.” Chan laughed. Another slap to the ass. This time you let your lip go and moaned. “Because it would never be me.”

His hands returned and while one cupped your ass the other moved to your core, pushed your bathing suit aside, and slipped a finger inside of you. You hissed and opened your mouth silently against the sink. You felt idiotic, already so wrecked by so little.

“So fucking wet. And we’ve barely started.” Chan sighed. He leaned over you and placed his lips against your ear. “So tell me. Is this what you wanted? You didn’t want to fuck Kun. You wanted to fuck me. I can tell, you’re so ready for me.”

Another finger. You couldn’t breathe at this point. You closed your mouth but felt a drop of drool escaped before you could stop it.

He stopped moving his fingers inside of you. They had no problem pumping in and out of your core, his fingers already coated from fingertip to the knuckle in your arousal. “Answer the question.”

You gasped, “Yes. All I wanted was your fucking cock inside of me.”

Chan clicked his tongue. Then he chuckled. “I knew it already, but hearing you say it was so much better. Me too, baby. Your costume kills me. So fuck this.”

He pulled his fingers from inside of you and you could hear his belt being undone. He used the buckle to slap your ass again. You only pushed out more. You moaned when you felt precum drip onto your fingers. You got even louder when you felt the head of his dick press against your clit, then rub before slipping down and into your dripping heat.

“A-ah fuck,” Chan groaned. “You’re so fucking warm and tight.”

You had no words as he pushed himself inside of you slowly, so slow that you could feel everything. When he was balls deep he thrusted hard so that you felt the top of your head brush the mirror. You moaned loudly, but this time you managed to mutter. “What about a condom?”

“They take away from the experience.” Chan said, mocking you. You pushed your ass back so he could go deeper. He hissed.

“I am n-not trying to have a baby.” You said, but it felt so good you didn’t want a condom. You didn’t mind not telling Chan you were on birth control. You wanted to see how he’d react.

Chan pulled out, but before you could say anything he pushed back in. “It’s okay, baby. Your pussy will still be good. And I’ll make a good daddy.”

You groaned and opened your mouth to say something but cut yourself off with a moan as Chan began to thrust into you faster. Your fingers reached out and grabbed a hold of the bottom of his shirt, bringing him down and closer to you. He began to place bites and kisses along the back of your shoulder. You glanced at the mirror and moaned from the sight alone. Chan’s mouth against your skin, muscles straining against the material of his costume. The buttons of his shirt popping open at his frantic thrusts.

“I-I’m – fuck – gonna be honest. I won’t last long when you feel this good.” You clenched around him in agreement. “F-fucking shit.”

One of his hands pulled your hair away from your neck so that you weren’t sweating so much and the other grabbed your thigh and lifted it for a better angle. It was so good, you felt your mouth watering again. You arched your back and turned your head a bit to kiss Chan straight on the lips. He responded heavily, his tongue overpowering yours the second they met. It was an extremely wet and messy but Chan didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to like it and moaned against your mouth. You hated to admit it, but it was so much better than you knew Kun would’ve been.

You pulled back when it became too much and you moaned so loud you were sure the people downstairs would hear. “I-I’m close.”

Chan grunted against you. “Me too, fuck.”

You clenched onto Chan with all of the strength in your stomach and with a shudder you felt yourself cum around him. He spilled inside of you as after a few more deep, slow thrusts.

Your cheek fell against the cold marble and you let out a shaky breath. A few seconds passed before you felt Chan pull out. You felt oddly empty and cold. There was a click and your wrists were free. You pushed yourself up and leaned against his chest. You pushed a few sweaty strands from your forehead.

“Fuck.” Chan mumbled. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“You say fuck too much.” You panted.

Chan rolled his eyes. Then a look of panic washed across his face. “Uh, I didn’t really mean the daddy part so-”

“I’m on the pill.” You laughed. You grabbed a towel and began to clean yourself up. “Don’t worry.”

Chan sighed in relief as he tucked himself back in his costume. You trained your eyes on him. That thing was pure sin. He caught your eyes and creased his brows. “What?”

You leaned against the sink and rubbed at your wrists, throwing the towel to the side. The cuffs had left your skin red and irritated. You didn’t mind. “You have to keep this.”

[worlds--avenged]

Professor Tom: Chapter 10

Summary: This wasn’t the first time a student had fallen for him. Hell, it wasn’t the first time this year. But something etched deep in his bones told him that she was different. Surely there could be no harm in talking to her after class… Right?

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A/N: Two. Months. Two goddamn months i’ve been neglecting this fic. I’m so sorry, y’all, time just got away from me I guess. Anyways, here’s a bit of backstory on Seb and Tom’s relationship. As always, don’t like, don’t read. 

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Drug use, alcohol use, mentions of sex, just a bunch of gay shit tbh

He seemed so fucking cool at the time. His carefree attitude, his apparent dominance over any room, his high alcohol tolerance. Mostly the latter, though the former didn’t go without notice. This was when he had his beard, hiding his round cheeks that rarely saw any attention more than the occasional blush. Even the way he snorted white lines was so elegantly masculine. Glamorous, even.

He’d heard whispers about him around the campus, despite only being there for a matter of weeks-- the prototypical bad boy. Bad for you, bad for himself, bad for everyone that got in his way. He was a hurricane, an earthquake, a tsunami, something so naturally catastrophic that you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from the destruction in its wake. Sebastian was the reason why the kids called it “tearing up the dance floor”, because on the off occasion he didn’t put cherry bombs in the toilets or down an entire bottle of Ciroc (the Ciroc was water) on a whim and smash the empty bottle on his skull, he would dance on any lukewarm body with a pulse and a hole in it until the sun came up. Then he would accompany the body to bed. And thus the cycle continued.

So when an invitation to a recent graduate’s party slipped under the door while Tom was finishing one of his short stories, he didn’t hesitate. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about with the man.

Poor Tom wasn’t ready when he crossed paths with Hurricane Seb.

He’d read plenty on how beautiful destruction was, written false words about the broken and the damned, but Sebastian’s damask lips on another girl’s neck was the personification of every tragic character he’d pretended to know anything about.

The only thing he had wished he’d done different was find his muse sooner.

He forgot the details-- what cologne he was wearing, how he styled his hair, what outfit he threw together to make him look like a proper college student and not an infant, but he could never forget the first time he laid eyes on Sebastian.

Tom knew it was him the moment he heard the drunken shouts of the partygoers. He didn’t hear a name, he didn’t see Sebastian, didn’t get an introduction from one of his three friends. But he knew that the figure bent over the table couldn’t be anyone but the asshole that dragged his curiosity there in the first place.

Tom caught Seb’s eye in the moment his head lifted from a plate of ten clean lines of cocaine. Seb wiped the residue off of his nose, downed the rest of what could have been peach schnapps in hooch (he was too blacked out to care), and walked over to the shy, little twink he just couldn’t take his eyes off of.

Boundaries were odd. It didn’t occur to Sebastian that he was resting most of his body weight onto the nerd pressed into the corner until Tom stumbled and Sebastian fell against the peeling wallpaper. Apparently college students didn’t have a penchant for interior design. Flurries of words strung themselves into a sentence, and somehow Seb managed to open his mouth and get the words out.

“What the fuck is a kid like you doing here?” Seb’s words quaked with intoxication, but his voice was still strong and Tom struggled to find an adequate response.

“I-I’m not a kid, actually. I’m a student.” Sebastian cocked an eyebrow and chuckled, taking another swig out of his plastic cup, god knew what number drink he was on. He mustered all the sobriety he could and put one neuron next to another and spark up a conversation.

“I see. You new? I haven’t seen you around. Freshmen don’t usually come to parties this early in the year unless they’re being hazed.” Sebastian’s eyes darkened and he bent down to whisper into Tom’s ear. Tom turned bright red and was reminded exactly as to why he was so intrigued with the man in the first place. Because he was hot.

“And you don’t seem like the fraternal type.” The words came out of his mouth so easily and with so much sober stability that Tom wondered if he had even consumed any alcohol. But Tom caught a whiff of his breath that said otherwise. Tequila and something sour that he couldn’t quite place. Even with the white powder dotting his beard and his eyes foggy and red from the alcohol, he had a gravitas to him that Tom couldn’t ignore. An irresistible charm that pulled everyone closer to him like a fucking magnet. Or maybe that was just his dick talking.

Tom tried to play it cool, nursing a small sip of his drink and trying to string together  somewhat coherent sentence. But considering who he was talking to, that was a tall order.

“I’m here for an assignment,” He said simply. Sebastian grinned like the cat that ate the canary and Tom felt an urge to explain himself. “English. I’m, uh, writing.”

Seb glanced at Tom with an unintended urgency that forced Tom to look away. He felt like an idiot. And Tom was the farthest thing from an idiot. The next shock came when Sebastian clapped him on the shoulder and doubled over laughing. A belly laugh, like Santa Claus in the Coca-Cola commercials.

“I meant what are you doing in this corner, dude. You should be having fun!” Sebastian insisted. He spread his arms in front of the throngs of sweaty bodies plastered to each other, grinding to a song he didn’t know. Sebastian rested an elbow on Tom and used his shoulder as an armrest. If it had been anyone else, he would have protested. But this was Sebastian and Sebastian did what he wanted and who he wanted when he wanted to. So Tom let him. Sebastian snapped his wrist flippantly and leaned in closer, as if there was anyone in his vicinity that could have heard them.

“There are a million horny girls here waiting for some dick.” Tom’s body stayed still right where it was. But every muscle, every nerve ending in him froze at the mention of sex. Tom wasn’t exactly proud of his track record with fuckbuddies, but discussing it so brazenly and so casually was uncharted territory for him.

It had occurred to him that the conversation would eventually go in that direction, but it throws him for a loop when Sebastian brings it up after barely talking to him for two minutes. But he could only be so surprised, considering that Sebastian was the one who had sauntered over to him and struck up a conversation in the first place.

“Or guys, y’know, whatever you’re into,” He shrugged and downed the rest of his beer, throwing the cup over his shoulder as a thin stream of liquid dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. He reached out a hand. “I’m Seb.” Tom felt a sudden urge to impress the man. He stood up a bit straighter, as if that would help his tiny frame against the ox of a man in front of him.

“I know,” Tom followed his lead and gulped what was left in his cup, crushing it in his hand before dropping it to the ground. Tom quickly found himself losing the upper ground as he felt the effects of alcohol overtake his body. He held on to Seb’s hand for a bit longer than what would be considered a purely orientational handshake. Sebastian looked at him expectantly and Tom suddenly forgot how to hold a regular conversation when Seb met his eyes. Words, Tom. He reminded himself. Formulate words.

But Seb’s breath was 40 proof and his smile was warm and despite being the most popular person at the party, he had decided to take pity on Tom and leave his friends for a conversation with a nobody. So it was no surprise that the shock started talking when Tom’s voice dropped and he uttered, “I don’t know what I am.”

Seb chuckled. “Well, right now, you’re with me. And that’s the only label that matters to any of these posers, anyways.” Sebastian throws an arm over his shoulder and it wasn’t just the alcohol that made Tom’s knees quake when Seb pulled him closer and steered him into the kitchen.

“Let’s get you drunk and see how many people you’ve fucked by the morning. Correct me if I’m wrong, but by my count, you’ve fucked zero people. Now, what if we gave you a shot of...” Suddenly, like magic, there was a drink in Seb’s hand. Then, it was against Tom’s lips. Then, it was being forced down his throat, burning.

(I was gonna end it there but because i’m a terrible author and i haven’t updated in an age...)

And then there was black. A few flashes of memories run through his head. Naked skin pressed against him. Music thumping in his chest with a rubber band beat. The heat. The sweat. And, of course, Sebastian. His grin, his drunken cheers, his fierce pride that had roped Tom in in the first place. But when Tom reached across the bed to search for him, he found the space unoccupied. He was just grasping at empty sheets. His eyes opened slowly, and he instantly regretted letting the afternoon light pierce through his brain the minute he blinked.He groaned and turned his back to the window, burying his face in a pillow that definitely wasn’t his own. Actually, the bed wasn’t his either. And his window at Uni was on a completely different wall. And there was no way his bed back in his dorm was this comfortable. Panic sets in quickly when he realizes how out of place he his. His body stays rigid in the bed out of fear that moving a muscle would trigger any number of hangover symptoms. The terror takes over and he sits up in bed to find himself completely naked and covered in a thin sheen of dried sweat. A wave of nausea hits him like a mallet to the temple and it takes all his might to suppress the urge to run to the bathroom and empty his guts of the poison he ingested the night earlier. He turns to the bedside table to search for his phone, but all he found was a little sign that read, “Welcome to Motel 6!” and the name of a town he didn’t recognize. The door to the bathroom swings open and Tom jumps at the movement. Sebastian stands in the door frame, wrapped in a towel, his hair wet from the shower. He chuckles at Tom’s weakened state and even the comparably quiet noise makes Tom wince.

“You look like shit.” He said simply. Tom rubbed his eyes.

“Feel like it.” Sebastian dries his hair and tosses the towel on the bed.

“Wash up. We have an appointment.”

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #mcu #mcu fanfiction #professor tom #professor au #teacher au

[mistysnat]

help me mend my broken wings - sarah/cosima

punky monkey AU one shot - hurt/comfort, first meetings

Sarah's having a dark night and goes looking for a new experience. Cosima comforts her in other ways.

also on AO3

“Hey, you!” a voice calls out through the din of the crowd. Cosima turns her head away from the blonde who’s talking about different kinds of microcosms and squints, trying to see who’s yelling through the room that’s packed with smoke and party goers.

“Yeah, you!” She spots the source of the noise, a messy haired brunette who’s pointing straight at Cosima as she slouches her way through the crowd, stopping less than a foot away from her.

“Hey, I heard you were...um, a lesbian, yeah?” Cosima blinks, surprised. The girl tries not to stumble in her black boots and rubs at one of her eyes, causing the black eyeliner, mascara and silver glitter to smear. “Cosima, right? My brother sold you some pot. He...he loves to share with me whenever he’s found a fellow “child of sin” as he calls it. He has a dark sense of humor.” She’s slurring slightly, and pauses to sip at a silver flask. “So, are you?”

Cosima’s all kinds of confused as to what this stranger wants with her, but she folds her arms and calmly gives her her usual statement. “My sexuality is not the most interesting thing about me.”

The girl rolls her eyes as she mutters, “Right,” in a voice that Cosima has only just noticed is accented (she would be surprised at herself—she usually has excellent observation skills—but she reasons it’s loud at the party) as she lifts her flask to her lips again, this time chugging straight from it without stopping to breath.

“Woah, woah, dude,” Cosima exclaims, tugging the flask away from the obviously inebriated girl. “Let me help you with that.” The girl just stares at her with glassy eyes, making no protest.

“Are you okay?” Cosima asks, growing concerned as the girl continues to stare. “Do you want me to call someone to take you home?”

The girl snorts. “There’s no one,” she intones, quietly but angrily, fire in her eyes as if the last few seconds have awoken her out of a trance.

“Okay…,” Cosima says as she rubs her hands together, “well...is there anything I can do? Do you want me to give you a ride?”

“Actually, I think I’m gon’ be sick,” the girl says, putting a hand over her mouth as she turns and stumble-runs out of the main room of the townhouse, clearly in search of a bathroom. Cosima, feeling a need to help the sad and drunk, follows, figuring the wild eyed girl might need help aiming herself over the toilet.

Cosima finds the brunette aimlessly wandering a corridor, turning silver doorknobs in hopes that one will open into an empty room, but they’re all locked.

“Oookay, here we go,” Cosima says, grabbing the woman lightly by the shoulders and steering her down the hallway and into a master bedroom, which she knows is also connected to a master bath (she’s friends with the guy who’s hosting this thing).

She rubs the girl’s back as she pukes up all she’s worth, groaning and shuddering in between hurls.

When she’s finally done Cosima stands, finding a washcloth and rinsing it with cold water, making a cool compress to lay on the girl’s neck. It’s only when she finishes and turns around that she sees that the girl is crying; big, silent, heaving sobs that shake her body and leave tear marks down her cheeks. She runs her hands through her wild and greasy brown hair, gripping so hard it looks like she’s pulling strands out by the roots.

For a second Cosima doesn’t know what to do. She sets the washcloth down on the counter and hesitantly walks up to the distraught woman, settling down onto the cold tile floor next to her. She squeezes in close to her and slowly puts an arm around the girl’s shoulders. Surprisingly, the girl quickly lays her head down on Cosima’s shoulder and sobs into her neck. Cosima can feel a few hot tears slip down into the valley between her neck and her shoulder, and for whatever reason she doesn’t mind at all.

When the girl’s sobs have quieted some, Cosima risks asking a question. Talking things out usually helps her with her own problems.

“Um, I—I’m sorry, I understand if maybe this is rude of me but I was wondering...do you want to tell me what’s wrong? I mean, I’m here if you do. I’m told I’m a pretty good listener.”

The girl sniffles, quiet as she listens to Cosima. The room is filled with near tension as Cosima waits to see if she will speak. Finally she says, “...I lost my daughter.”

“Oh my—oh my God. I’m so sorry. Oh God, um, we—we don’t have to talk about it anymore if you don’t want.” Cosima feels like punching herself. How could she have just asked someone who’s kid died “what’s wrong?” Oh God. What can she say to her now?

“No, not—she’s not bloody dead, just I lost her.” The woman sniffles again. “’Cause I’m a fuckin’ shite mom.” She starts to quietly sob again. “I chose fuckin��� around and coke and this fuckin’ shit,” she glances down at her flask, which she throws at the bathroom mirror, cracking it, “over my daughter.”

Cosima doesn’t know how to handle this. Embryonic development she can handle. Fellow college-student-problems she can handle. Moms who are sobbing over losing their children due to substance abuse issues? She can’t handle.

“I’m...I’m really sorry,” she says. The woman continues to sob.

“Look,” Cosima says suddenly, sitting up straighter. “You can still turn this around, I bet.” The girl shakes her head dejectedly.

“No, really. Who...um, who took her?”

“My...my old foster mum.”

“Okay then! So the government’s not involved, right? Because it would be a lot harder to get her back if that was the case, trust me.”

“No, Mrs. S will never let me have her. And she’s right.”

“Listen,” Cosima says, scooting around so that she’s facing the other woman, and cupping one side of her face with her hand. “Around 78.9 percent of people can quite their addictions and lead full, healthy lives after. And I know that can be you. I have faith in you.”

One half of the girl’s mouth quirks up in a slight smile. “You don’t even know me.”

Cosima shakes her head. “I don’t have to. I can sense it.”

The girl smiles fully now. “How do you know all these bloody things, anyway? Like about the government and...percentages and shite.”

Cosima shrugs. “I’m a scientist. I know a lot of useless—and some not so useless—facts.”

The brunette just nods and settles back against the bathroom counter, banging her head against it lightly. The two sit in silence for a few minutes.

“Soo,” Cosima begins awkwardly, breaking the silence. “Maybe this is a bad time, but as you’re right and I don’t really know you and who knows when we’re going to see each other again...do you mind if I ask why you were, um, inquiring about my sexuality?” She’s honestly really curious. It was probably just the random workings of a drunken mind, but still...she wants to know.

“Oh, God,” the woman says, bringing a hand up and resting it over her eyes. “Er, yeah. I was, just, uh, thinking about regrets all day, yeah? And how many decisions I’ve made that I’ve ended up regretting. How many bloody things I’ve done that I regret. Losin’ Kira especially. How many things I haven’t done. And…,” she pauses, hand falling down to her side as she thinks, her eyes looking faraway and thoughtful. “I’ve never been with a woman. Never...done anything about the...gay or, um, bi feelings I sometimes have, or whatever. ‘Cause the guys were always easy and around and that was enough for me.” She scoffs. “And they never really wanted anything serious. But...I don’t want to regret never trying it. ‘Cause I know I do want to.” She wraps her arms around her knees and glances over at Cosima ruefully. “So I got shit faced and came onto the first girl I saw who I figured might be okay with letting me try. I’m sorry.”

Cosima grins. “Ah, it’s okay. And don’t get me wrong, usually I would be so down. I mean look, you’re hot. But...maybe sex isn’t the answer to your problems right now? I mean, that is one of the things that you said got you into trouble. Even magical sex with girls.”

“Agh, you’re bloody right. But I still don’t know if I can fix the fuckin’ mess I’ve made of my life.”

“You can,” Cosima nods her head in finality. “Now,” she says, groaning as she stands and pulling the girl with her, “I’m exhausted. Think I’m gonna head. You want that ride I offered?”

“Might as well. Don’t think I’m gonna be partyin’ much more tonight.”

“Good girl. Oh and hey, what’s your name by the way?”

“Oh,” the girl breathes and flashes a toothy, beautiful smile. “Sarah.”

“Nice to meet you, Sarah. Now let’s get you home. Hopefully things will all look better in the morning. Maybe we’ll even revisit your special request,” Cosima winks flirtatiously as she exits through the bathroom door, disappearing from Sarah’s sight. Sarah ignores the immediate quirk in her stomach, and follows this woman who helped her when she needed it most, reaching out to grab her hand in the dark.

#orphan black #sarah manning #cosima niehaus #punky monkey #sarah x cosima #cosima x sarah #ob #fanfic #fanfiction #mine #my writing

[rpf-bat]

Like A Secret In Your Throat

Pairing: none

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could you do a oneshot where drummer!reader accidentally outs herself as liking girls in an interview and the band help her and defend her with the media backlash?”

“So, I’m loving the new look,” the interviewer commented, eyeing the marching band-esque uniforms you and your band had donned to promote your new album, The Black Parade.

“Thank you,” Gerard smiled, running a hand through his newly blonde hair. “I knew some of the fans were going to complain when they saw it, because they really loved the aesthetic of our last album. But, to inaugurate this new era for the band, we wanted to do something different.”

“I guess time will tell if it’s a good decision, or not,” Mikey admitted.

“Some of us have made questionable fashion decisions in the past,” Ray chuckled.

“Oh, like when you straightened your hair?” Frank teased.

“Ray, your hair was never meant to be any straighter than I am,” you laughed.

The interviewer’s eyes went wide, and your laughter died on your lips when you realized what it was you just said.

“Y/N…..did you just imply that you are not straight?” the interviewer asked, shoving their microphone in your face.

Fuck, you thought. How could you have been so stupid as to let something like that slip out?! Your bandmates all already knew that you liked girls, but you hadn’t officially come out in a press conference, or anything like that, yet. You didn’t want the drama that would come with the inevitable scandal.

But, now it was too late. You couldn’t think of a single way to convince the reporter that they’d just misinterpreted what you said. You had no choice but to come out on national television.

“I’ve……had relationships with women in the past,” you confessed. That was vague. It almost made it sound like you didn’t want to date more girls in the future.

Why should I pretend like that’s the case, though? you frowned. I’m not ashamed of my sexual orientation. I shouldn’t have to lie.

You never had outright lied about your sexuality, in any interview. It just hadn’t come up. And you didn’t want to be the one to broach the subject first. You could already imagine homophobic parents telling their kids they weren’t allowed to listen to MCR anymore. You could see angry, Bible-wielding protesters picketing your next gig. Shit, what if your dumb confession made your band’s new album flop?

The live studio audience had gasped when you dropped your bombshell, and now you could hear them whispering to each other. The spotlights suddenly seemed so bright. The interviewer was looking at you like she wanted you to say something else, but you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to just run backstage to the green room and never come back.

“So what if Y/N dates girls?” Frank said suddenly, grabbing the mic from the reporter. “I just want to say that nobody in My Chemical Romance gives a shit. Y/N is a kickass drummer, and we’re her friends, no matter who she dates.”

“If any of our fans have a problem with Y/N’s orientation,” Gerard added, taking the mic from Frank, “we don’t want them at our shows, either. We’ve always been against any kind of bigotry. I think anyone who’s a fan of our band already knows that.”

“Is that why you and Frank kissed onstage during your last tour, Gerard?” the interviewer asked. “Is Y/N the only LGBT member of the band?”

You rolled your eyes at this. The so-called “Frerard” shippers you kept seeing in the forums on MCR’s website were ridiculous.

“Hey, Y/N,” Mikey joked softly, poking you in the arm. “Now that you’ve come out and stuff, maybe the fangirls will stop writing fanfiction about you and Gerard.”

“They’re still writing porn about me and Gerard, even though everyone knows I date girls, too,” Frank laughed.

“That’s true,” you grinned. Your bandmates were keeping your mood up, despite the shocking revelation you’d just made.

“Let’s talk more about your lesbianism, Y/N,” the interviewer insisted, wresting her mic back from Gerard. “How many women have you dated? Are you seeing someone now?”

“She’s not,” Ray answered for you. “So, hey, fans of ours who are girls! And also like girls! If you’ve got a crush on our drummer, here’s your chance!”

You blushed, burying your face in your hands.

“Hey, you’re a rock star now, Y/N,” Gerard laughed. “Think of how many girls you could get!”

“As if we’re the kind of band who got famous just to get girls,” you snorted.

“Yeah, we’re really not in this for fame, or women, or money, or anything like that,” Frank said seriously. “It’s about the music. Like, for real, what we came onto your TV show to talk about tonight is our new album, not who Y/N dates.”

“Our album is called The Black Parade,” Mikey reminded. “It’s going to be released on October 23, 2006. I hope you go out and buy a copy!”

“You must know,” the interviewer accused, “that people are going to wonder if Y/N chose now to come out, intentionally, to give your band publicity.”

“As if I would ever say it like that on purpose!” you snapped. “The last thing I want is to take attention away from the wonderful music my band and I spent months composing together!”

Truthfully, you were terrified of what people were going to say about you now that they knew the truth. You were cursing yourself for your stupid slip of the tongue.

“Y/N isn’t manipulative like that,” Ray agreed. “She would never try to attract negative press.”

“If people say negative things about our band because of Y/N’s sexuality, I don’t want them listening to this new record anyway,” Gerard insisted. “I don’t think this is going to hurt our sales, anyway, because our fans are great kids, who are always very tolerant and respectful of one another.”

“Even if it did hurt our sales, I don’t care,” Frank commented. “I’m not in a band because I want to sell records. I’m in a band because I love playing guitar with my best friends.”

“Some of the drum parts Y/N composed for our new songs are really great,” Mikey complimented. “They go with the guitar riffs Frank and Ray came up with, and my bass playing, really well.”

“You…..you can’t just go back to talking about your album as if Y/N didn’t just drop a total bombshell,” the interviewer protested.

“Yeah, we can,” Frank smirked, stealing the mic again. “So we’ve got this song called ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’…..”

“Y/N, do you identify as a lesbian? Or are you bisexual? Pansexual, perhaps?” the interviewer tried to steer the conversation back.

“……Yeah, ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’ is a great song,” Gerard went on, ignoring the interviewer completely. “I’m really excited for the single to be released, because….”

“Y/N can’t just refuse to answer my questions!” the interviewer cried, growing frustrated.

“Actually, she can if she wants to,” Mikey said calmly. “The world doesn’t have the ‘right to know’ everything about her sex life, ok?”

“It’s ok, Mikey,” you said, summoning your nerve as you took the mic back. “I’ve thought about it, and…..I don’t want to hide who I am anymore. I want to be proud of it. I want every girl out there, who loves My Chemical Romance, and loves other girls, to know that nothing is wrong with her, because I’m just like her. And I’m not scared to say so.”

Representation mattered, you realized. There weren’t a lot of openly gay musicians in the scene right now. Maybe you needed to be the first.

“You’re being really brave, Y/N,” Ray said softly, too quiet for the camera crew or the audience to hear.

“Thanks, Ray,” you whispered back. You were grateful that he, and all of your bandmates, were being so supportive of you. If they hadn’t had your back, you weren’t sure you’d have had the nerve to say what you said next:

“My name is Y/N! I’m the drummer of My Chemical Romance, and I’m here, and I’m queer, and I ain’t going anywhere!”

The studio audience clapped for you, and so did the four men sitting by your side. Whatever Fox News, or whoever, had to say about this, you knew they would always stick by you. And it was the opinions of these friends, who you’d spent four years now touring the country with, that mattered. Not anybody else’s.

#band member reader #queer reader #i wrote this in a rush tbh so I hope it's alright

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I'm questioning and I'm pretty sure I'm bi but what were some of the signs you noticed that you liked girls if you don't mind me asking?

ohhhh boy well basically it took me like over a year to get from the first time i started having like a crush on an actual real life girl i knew to accepting that i wasnt straight/was bi (which im now not sure on but for the purposes of this) bc i was so like stuck on the idea that i didnt reaallly like her or that i just looked up to her/wanted her to like me bc i thought of her as cooler than me but basically in terms of this one girl which started it all it was a case of realising it was romantic/sexual:

-getting suddenly more nervous/excited when she came into class like i would be there waiting for her to arrive and instantly feel different when she did. i didnt really know what different was at first but there you go

-feeling like 10x more validated if any positive like idk affirmation came from her like i cared infinitely more about her opinion than anyone else even the other girls I wanted to be like

-basically just thinking not only about how beautiful/hot/smart/funny whatever they are but also about how you would be like with them if that makes sense? Like I wouldn’t just think wow that lipstick looks good on her but damn wish shed kiss me w that lipstick on put that shit all over my neck

-people would say ‘do you like anyone who would you date’ and I would instantly think of her and worry people would like figure it out somehow

-I would have really detailed ideas/fantasies I guess about dates and stuff like I would glance at her and have this whole evening planned

-ahh she was just so beautiful like I would just not actually be able to stop looking at her but also not look directly at her bauidbw

-when u get paired for a group project and you hear your names together and you feel the bass drop in ur stomach…..

-in this case she had a girlfriend which made me like relieved that she was gay but also incredibly jealous and insecure and like… no I didn’t really know I was queer at this point but I knew I cared a lot about lgbt rights and id always been quite a zealous ally lol so for me to see them together and feel bad was a big indicator for me bc everyone would talk about how cute they were together and id be like nah fuck that other girl lol

-I would always have very like vague fantasies/thoughts when it came to thinking about sex bc I wouldnt have specific guys or acts in mind but like crushing on this girl I would think a lot more specifically if u get me………….

Then the basically once I allowed myself to sort of realise I wasn’t just an overenthusiastic like open minded ‘well I wouldn’t say never!!’ Ally I started noticing these like signs of attraction so much more when it came to girls and more with people I met irl than just wow isn’t Natalie dormer so hot u know like

Just letting them pass on the street and getting a kick out of it

The girl serving me in a bakery and id just go oooh hi

This girl I worked with who tbh laughed at everything but ah it felt so good making her laugh and I didn’t even have a proper crush on her just wanted to make girls laugh

Then theres like celeb crushes like …….. I got it really really R eally bad for jasmine cep has jones and like to me that was obviously attraction bc again jealousy (all these people who post jaj content but are obsessed w her an Anthony like no I’m trine pretend she’s my gf lol leave me Be) and also like w male celeb ‘crushes’ id had before Id like watch interviews and stuff and be like oh they’re smart funny whatever but w my ‘girl crushes’ it would be like an ig pic or jasmines voice or that Natalie dormer shoot where she’s getting out of the pool u know the one and id lie…. Legitimately have a jaw drop moment wiufbi

U know like to me attraction is just a feeling like an instant recognition of someone as oooh they’re different they’re special like u just Notice them and sit a little straighter and get that energy thats like calming but adrenaline you know??? Thats ahhhh nervous but also like ur insides are smiling and keep glancing back at them like ahhhh did she see

Like when I see a cute girl I’m just like ooooo nice

U said you’re pretty sure so I would say honestly once you start to accept ur feelings as legit you will probably start to notice it more and more and like recognise those feelings more? Bc tbh I don’t think I recognised my own attraction like how I feel when I like someone before this girl bc I hadn’t had a crush as strong as that (except for guys when I was younger which I’m now not sure on but whatever)

Its v hard to explain but hopefully this was in some way helpful? Feel free to ask anything more specific if it wasn’t!

Good luck my friend Idk about you but questioning was a proper quagmire of overthinking and paranoia for me and still is tbh so I hope ur alright and get to a point where ur sure and happy!! x

#ask #advice