5sos Smut

*Michael-At The Comic Corner

By the most bomb af writer: me.
Jk I suck. (Balls)

Requested by love_5sos124
-Cassidy
-Michael
-any fucking thing I want
(this is one of my fucking favorite gifs so Ima use this a lot)

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We are 10 minutes away.

10 minutes.

I try to contain my excitement but it's very hard.

My first comic con.

"I still can't believe you never have been to a comic con due to you being such a nerd." My friend, Carol, says.

"Well, I never exactly had the money to go before and no one to take me."

"Ah, what would you do with out me?" She smiles.

"I would probably get better grades, honestly." I laugh.

"Oh, pfft, you're going to have such an amazing time that you'll forget all that unnecessary stress of grades." I roll my eyes. "Oo, bitch. We're here." We park and exit the car, go inside and hand in our tickets.

The first thing I see is a person dressed up as Deadpool.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

~~~

After three hours of walking around and meeting people (and seeing Gene Simmons from Kiss signing stuff from 30 ft ((I would've got an autograph but they're $100 dollars a pop soo))), I decide to sit down on a bench. Carol ran off somewhere.

She was right, this is really fun and I'm glad I came.

I don't sit in my seat for too long because in the corner, I see a comic stand. And they're on sale.

I walk over there and start looking. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys by Gerard Way, Shaun Simon, and Becky Cloonan.

I reach over to grab it, but someone else does it first.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The boy says, handing the comic to me.

"I just wanted to look at it if you're thinking about getting it." I shrug, feeling heat rise to my cheeks as our hands "accidentally" touch. I maybe might have put my hand farther then I should have.

"It's fine. I've never seen you here before. Do you come here often?" He asks. I giggle as I look at the comic.

"No, not really. This is actually my first time being here." I say.

"Wow, so that's why." His phone buzzes and he looks at it. "I have to go, but first." He carefully takes the comic out of my hands and turns his back, calling the person over. After a few minutes, he turns around and hands me it back. "Have fun." He says and walks away.

I look at the comic and flip it. I see on the back the boy wrote something:

Here's my number ##########, tell me what you think of your first comic con.

"Hey, Cassidy! Ready to go home?" Carol comes up from behind me.

"Yeah, I want to read this comic."

We get into car and she asks,"do you want to come to another comic con?"

"Hell yeah, I do."