#They’re so stupid. red especially but they’re both charmingly stupid

[uwua3]

hello! it's me again!! um.. can i request a day at an amusement park with taichi please? i feel like he doesn't get enough love.

thank you so much for requesting, clover~ ♡ please enjoy this super fluffy piece, just for you~ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ♡°◌̊ i put lots n lots of #LOVE in it! <3 i love you with all my heart!!!

summary: even cupid deserves love, too!

warnings: bad relationship (slight mention), envy/jealousy, loneliness, misunderstandings

author’s note: happy valentine’s eve eve, my friends! i’m sooo #Happy !! i love valentine’s so much ♡(*´･ω･)(･ω･`*)♡ if you are Free on February 14, i am here waiting with flowers <3 (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞⋆**💐 (please celebrate v-day with me TT) ~ in celebration of my favorite holiday, please smile at this fluffy headcanon of taichi as the lovely, adorable cupid! 🏹💗 i love you all!

word count: 3,567

music: heart attack – loona (chuu)

stupid cupid.

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

every year, taichi spent valentine’s day alone

february 14th was another day of being absolutely single. but, for him, there was nothing better than seeing love in the air

especially as the “cupid” working all february long!

as cupid, taichi looked forward to becoming the epitome of pink & red hearts every year. it was a job no one else except him could do; who else to predict the probability of relationships than the matchmaker himself?

taichi loved love! he always could tell when people had crushes on others growing up like it was second nature. he couldn’t even count on both hands how many successful relationships he’s gotten together

love came easy to taichi. it was everything valentine’s was: floating heart balloons, bouquets of red roses, sights only romance movies would show, chocolates that came in heart-shaped boxes, poems from the heart, and so much more~!

the moment taichi set his eyes on someone, it was like he was the one who loaded the arrow and fired it. he knew who liked who, it was what he did best. his intuition was second to none, he was the amusement park’s cupid

for a month, all taichi had to do was sit at a booth and predict a person’s love life leading up to valentine’s day. it was easy money considering his success rate was 99%!

(we don’t talk about the time taichi accidentally caused a break-up... but, that’s beside the point!) (at least they’re happy now...)

yet, there was one thing wrong: taichi was loveless

despite being made of love, breathing love, living out of love, taichi had never celebrated valentine’s. it seemed like all the arrows missed him completely

taichi had never experienced any of the things that made love love, but that was okay! sure, it was a little lonely seeing happy couples all month but... it was worth it to see the smile on people’s faces! love wasn’t just romantic, platonic love was super important!

still... taichi forced himself to smile to apply the heart-shaped blush to his cheeks. there was a part of him, a hole in his heart, that longed to know what valentine’s felt like

FEBRUARY 1 — taichi fluttered the pair of angel wings excitedly, happy to be back in his valentine’s attire. he couldn’t help but jump up and down, squealing about how good it was to be “back in business”

even without his usual pink & red contacts, taichi’s eyes would’ve had heart-shaped pupils with how much love he had for this holiday season! as he greeted his coworkers for the first time in a year, taichi stood out amongst the crowd of workers listening to their orders for the day

as usual, taichi would be the cupid at a small, glittery booth that was louder than life itself. sure, it was a very discreet and low-budget set up, but it always was a fan favorite to catch this valentine’s season

taichi couldn’t help but run off to his station the moment he was dismissed, his wings flapping behind him and sling of heart arrows jostling. he almost slid past his stool but skidded, luckily landing in the right place with a bright grin on his face

when the afternoon officially began with people beginning to come in to the amusement park, taichi tapped his feet with exhiliration. showtime!

“welcome~! find out your love fortune this valentine’s season!” taichi happily advertised, putting his heart and soul into gathering the attention of the masses. slowly but surely, people began flocking to his side, unable to resist the teen’s infectious love and happiness to be here

it was like taichi raised the bow & arrow and fired into the squad. it captured the hearts of a hundred as people sat down across from him, seeking his love & relationship advice

there was a multitude of ways taichi could make someone’s day. whether it was reading love oracle cards or mixing up candy hearts, taichi loved putting on a show for people to enjoy

during a gap between couple sessions, taichi leaned his cheek against his hand and quietly whined to himself. he had recently just met such an adorable and lovey-dovey pair, even he felt sick with how much sweetness there was!

taichi wished he had that... before looking up. suddenly, his heart skipped a beat

it was like the gods & goddesses of love had heard his prayers because today was the first day he saw you

someone passed by the forming line. you hadn’t even noticed him, but taichi had certainly noticed you. when the moment passed and you disappeared, taichi had to focus before getting back into his cupid persona, smiling charmingly like nothing had happened

but, something did happen. taichi had just experienced love at first sight!

taichi hadn’t even had time to load his arrow before you hit him with his

it’s not like he was going to see you again, though... taichi’s loveless life wasn’t a romance film. nor a sappy piece of literature, unfortunately

though, for once, cupid wished he had someone to share this special month with like everyone else

FEBRUARY 3 — taichi was in charge of the valentine’s decorations comimg up. this was perhaps, the best news he had received in his entire life

there was something about folding a million origami hearts that made taichi’s own heart grow a thousand times larger. it was calming during his breaks to fold and fold again, with no thought process behind a skill that came naturally

as taichi cut the colorful paper into the perfect size with ease, he was humming the latest pop song on the radio before he heard something that made his heart break

arguing?! in the loveliest season of the year?!

taichi glanced around and noticed a distinct couple. the pair was fighting rather publicly despite the other person trying to keep their voice down and calm their partner down. before taichi could turn away and mind his own business, they sighed and turned in his direction

taichi felt his breath hitch in his throat as his hands froze, the paper suddenly bent in his tight grip. it was you, the person from two days ago!

so much for it being an one-time thing... taichi could already feel the butterflies in his stomach just at the thought of this being fate. twice in a row? did this mean something?

as taichi tried to search through his brain for what the chick flicks and rom-coms liked to say, you had already left with the person you were arguing with. as they walked ahead of you, you hung your head low with the shame and embarrassment of public humiliation

for some reason, taichi hated seeing you like that despite not knowing anything about you. he was irrationally frustrated as well; how could anyone just make you sad like that and not apologize?

taichi figured he could do one last love reading for the day

when you passed by his booth, you didn’t notice how taichi had left a surprise in your jacket pocket

you exhaled softly when you arrived home, leaning on the door and closing your eyes. when you put your hands in your pockets, you paused as you felt something between your fingers

pulling it out, you noticed a small red origami heart. inside, was a message in a messy, hurried scrawl

“leave them, you deserve better. be with someone who makes you smile! — cupid ♡”

despite everything, you smiled

FEBRUARY 5 — taichi barely had time before there was a person at his booth: you

before taichi could even process that you were real, you spoke: “i broke up with them.”

taichi blinked. this was the first thing he’d learn about you, and it wasn’t even your name! this type of news usually wouldn’t make taichi feel like this, but he was honestly over the moon. he didn’t need to know anything else to know your previous partner had little to no consideration for your feelings

he’d definitely be a better boyfr—wait, what?!

“oh.” taichi said lamely, but his heart jumped when you laughed. it was a nice sound, one that made him think of giant teddy bears and sugary sweet candy. taichi wondered how hard the arrow hit, it must’ve gotten bullseye

“what’s your name?” you took the words right out of his mouth, and taichi blushed under the attention. despite being the main focus of the valentine’s event every year, it was different coming from you. it was like... you were really seeing him

“cupid, at your service!” taichi quickly jumped into character, bowing with a flourish. if he was in an anime, he’d be sparkling with rose effects right now, taichi thought proudly

but, you didn’t clap or amuse him like his other customers. instead, you observed him with a questioning look. it was like you were picturing him without the valentine’s attire, without the wings, bow & arrow, and glitter across his face

“i meant your real name.”

taichi blanked. you were a surprise; he had never been this speechless in his entire life... it was honestly kinda embarrassing for him, taichi was flustered for once

“but, why do you want to know?”

“because you make me smile.”

when taichi told you, you said it aloud and he finally understood what it meant to have a crush

all it took was one conversation and taichi was head over heels for you

FEBRUARY 7 — taichi had never been a target of love before. no one had ever liked him, nor had he ever developed a serious crush on someone before. he was far too busy fixing everyone’s disaster of a love life, never mind his own!

yet, it was like the world aligned so you two could meet. taichi swore the stars aligned, fate was working its magic so you both would meet at this giant amusement park during the most romantic month of the year

even though it had only been a week or so since taichi first met you, it felt like you two knew each other for your whole lives. after getting over the fact you made his heart beat way too fast, taichi quickly warmed up to you and vise versa

while you only came to actually thank cupid for helping you get out of a bad relationship, you realized you very much liked the person behind the angel wings. taichi was everything you expected and more, with his personality that reminded you valentine’s maybe wasn’t so bad

speaking of, taichi was absolutely in hysterics when he found out your stance on valentine’s

“what?! what do you mean you don’t....” taichi took in a deep breath, as if it pained him to continue. “you don’t like valentine’s day?!”

you knew it was ironic to befriend literal cupid when you didn’t have a taste for romance to begin with, but you tried to hide your entertained expression with a lighthearted eye roll

“i’ve never celebrated it. it seems like a capitalistic excuse to buy a bunch of overpriced stuff, to be honest.”

you physically winced when you heard the crack of taichi’s poor, poor heart. his puppy eyes widened at your revelation and leaned forward, uncharacteristically serious for his cupid persona. luckily, he was taking a fifteen-minute break so the curtains were drawn to hide his immense sadness

“b-but!” taichi spluttered, his brain running a million arguments at once, which was way too fast for his mouth. “it’s valentine’s day! it’s sooo romantic! love is everywhere! how can you not love love?”

you thought about it some more before shrugging, crossing your legs and trying to not break taichi’s heart even more. the poor cupid, it looked like he was going to cry like a baby

“why do you love love then?”

only you could render taichi silent. he had never been truly asked that question before, nor had he reflected on why he was the first person to become cupid every year

when taichi struggled to answer, you waited before he started speaking. it lacked the usual wonder and excitement he always had, it seemed like it was almost... personal

“i love love because... love is who i am. i didn’t...” taichi stopped, as if considering sharing with you before continuing, not giving you the second to tell him he didn’t have to. he wanted to, anyways

“i didn’t have love to call my own, at least, not the way i wanted it. so, i made my own love. i love people, i love the world, i love everything. everything deserves love! just because i love a lot, doesn’t make it any less special.”

you thought taichi would’ve said the expensive bouquets florists made of the prettiest roses. or the largest stuffed animals holding stitched plush hearts in their paws. or sunsets with classical music playing in the background like a nicholas sparks film. not... not that

“okay you sap, maybe valentine’s day isn’t that bad if you like it, then.”

taichi’s wings fluttered and he sat up, a smile upon his face

“i promise, valentine’s day is the best!”

now, that i’ve met you, taichi thought

FEBRUARY 9 — taichi came to work only to find a bouquet of flowers upon his booth. they were the grandest displays of affection yet, with the best-smelling hundred petal roses he had ever imagined

you, on the other hand, weren’t so impressed

“cupid, have you stolen the heart of another?” you said in the tone of a dramatic shakespearian actor, pretending to swoon when taichi hid his face in the flowers

“i... usually get flowers like these when i work, it’s nothing, really.” taichi mumbled, holding the flowers to his chest as a warm feeling spread across his body. he usually never got flowers, this was the first time someone had found his charms alluring enough to gift him such a pricey present

one look and you already knew he was lying. your heart fell a little when you noticed how happy taichi was, but you pretended to not care as you winked at him

“oh~ taichi has a lover now, huh?” he giggled in response, adamantly denying it despite holding the bouquet like it was his most prized possession. you glared a little harder at the red roses more than you’d like to admit

why were you feeling so... jealous? it’s not like you wanted the flowers or anything so—oh

when taichi turned that lovesick gaze towards you, you suddenly felt like you were on a sugar rush

when taichi performed his role better than ever with his newfound love for all things traditionally romantic, you watched off to the side

you reached up to your chest to feel the arrow, but to no avail

have you fallen for cupid?

FEBRUARY 11 — taichi shuffled the cards professionally, but his behavior was anything but that. the last time you had sat on the other side of the booth was days ago, but here you were, waiting for your love reading

when taichi met you, you weren’t a person who heavily believed in love. romance wasn’t something that made you happy nor did valentine’s day make you count down to february 14th like him. yet, you suddenly paid for a reading

you stared expectantly at him, your face once again unreadable and hard to distinguish. even if taichi was friends with you, he never mastered the art of reading you like a romance book. it was one of his most prominent talents, too, so it was strange why he couldn’t

you only showed him what you wanted him to see, unfortunately. regardless, taichi did the whole shebang, theatrics and all even if you had seen it a thousand times by now

“welcome to cupid’s love booth! let me read your love life~” taichi laid out the pink cards in a pretty, attention-grabbing manner before asking you to pick three. you did so relatively quickly, which taichi admired you for (he had once sat waiting for someone to pick, but they had taken nearly ten minutes. there was only so much cupid could do)

when taichi flipped them over, it was surprising, to say the least. of course, you didn’t understand a thing as you waited for him to explain. however, taichi fell quiet, reading the cards with furrowed eyebrows

“awww, come on, cupid, give it to me straight. am i destined to be single forever?” you joked but a part of you worried about taichi’s reaction. even though he wore his heart on his sleeve and always expressed his feelings, he had never reacted this negatively to a reading before

taichi laughed at your joke, but it felt like a customer service one. it seemed strained and before you could ask if he was okay, taichi’s brilliant wink put him back as the amusement park’s favorite cupid

“is there someone you’re not telling me about~? it seems like you have a friend you like, am i right?” taichi had hit bullseye; how did he know just from those cards? you didn’t answer, just offering an innocent shrug as if you didn’t care. you very much did, though

“so i am! i’m seeing that you’ve recently liked them, ahhh, young love~” taichi sighed, as if in love with the concept already. “looks like love’s in the air, my dear, so don’t worry about a thing! they like you back, without a doubt.”

you looked up at this, eyes wide before returning to your nonchalant state. taichi wondered what that could’ve meant even as he tried to maintain his shaking hands

“they do? how do you know?”

taichi held a finger to his lips, as if it was a secret only cupid could know

“shhh, i just know. trust me, they’d be a fool to not like you back.”

you could tell it wasn’t cupid just talking, and you knew what you had to do

“i’ll ask them to be my valentine tomorrow, then.”

taichi’s heart broke but... as long as you were happy, how could he say no?

FEBRUARY 13 — taichi wished he had a valentine. if only you liked him, maybe he would’ve asked you, his first crush, to be his this month (and even longer). but, you were somewhere else, asking someone else to be your valentine

taichi frowned, finding it hard to maintain his happy excitement forever as the line began becoming longer and longer. taichi huffed, looking around as if you’d suddenly appear. but, taichi’s life wasn’t a movie...

“hey cupid, why so sad?”

taichi turned around to see the biggest plushie he had seen in his entire life. it covered your entire frame, with the dog ears flopping over its giant black eyes cutely. in its arms was a red heart with the cursive words “i like you!” in white stitching

before taichi could even react, you peeked over the plush’s shoulder with a slightly embarrassed look

“can you take it already? i’ve been getting weird looks from everyone i’ve walked by.”

taichi took the plush and placed it on the seat next to him, about to speak before you pulled out an even bigger bouquet from behind your back

they weren’t just red roses. they were a rainbow of them, ranging from pink, white, yellow, blue, red, and even black! taichi could barely even count how many there were before you passed it to him, doing your best to not pass out and die from how sappy this all was

“see, these are even better than the bouquet you got last time. i clearly am the better, uh, person for you, you know?” taichi didn’t have the time to respond before you turned around again and presented a display of chocolates, all of them heart-shaped and tied in ribbon

“you like chocolate, right? yeah, of course you do, i also got—” before you could keep rambling, taichi gently held your hand. your heartrate skyrocketed and you froze, unsure of what to do when taichi was looking at you with his heart eyes

“you got all of this... for me?” taichi was genuinely amazed and flattered, a light dust of red across his cheeks at how romantic all of this was. you blushed as well, looking away bashfully

“i mean, yeah. i don’t see anyone else around.”

“but... you don’t like valentine’s day?”

you sighed, knowing the next words out of your mouth are word he’s going to never let you forget

“but, i like you.”

“but... i thought you liked someone else?”

“stupid cupid, i like you. only you.”

taichi stood up, not as cupid, but as himself. when he softly turned your head towards him, he smiled gently, squeezing your hands with all the appreciation in the world

“i like you, too. with or without the romance, i would’ve said yes to being your valentine no matter what you did.”

you breathed a sigh of relief. sure, you didn’t love love like taichi, but... he deserved it

“i have an idea.” you proposed, leaning in closer as taichi awaited your response with bated breath

“you should open a kissing booth.”

“you’d be my only customer.”

“then give me my kiss already!”

FEBRUARY 14 (valentine’s day) — every year, taichi spent valentine’s alone. until, he met you

“stupid cupid, i like you.”

you and taichi were shot by cupid’s arrow this valentine’s day

[sinnamonfox]

~ Sean x Finn - A band AU~

There’s this somewhat lengthy AU I wrote in the beginning of May but wasn’t ready to post it. It’s more detailed NSFW than the rest of the snippets I’ve posted here and I guess I felt self-conscious about it, but.. it’s stupid? Soo fuck insecurities, here comes a dose of a smutty AU with the boys. Enjoy <3 

NSFW warning: blowjob, riding & use of recreational drugs

The Humboldt Crew has become a relatively famous alternative band among teens in Seattle's area in the last 6 years. The members are all teenage runaways, highschool drop-outs who met and connected through their same goal in life; making music (and getting high also helped in bonding). They play punk music with a hint of some softer vibes here and there. Cassidy's the lead singer, with the occasional acoustic guitar, Hannah, the eldest of them's behind the drums. Penny plays the bass while Finn, the youngest, shreds the electric guitar. 

Finn's 24, got his dreads in a ponytail with all sorts of beads in it, his left arm is covered in wristbands, has different kinds of metal rings, covering parts of his 'free piza' tattoo which isn't his only ink by any means. He's got the triangles, the vertical line on his chin, the few other lines and nonsense scattered all over his body which he got while being wasted or just because he could. He even has a full-sleeve on his left arm, it's a mix of 'cool, abstract shit' as he’d said it.

Finn's easy going, very sweet and chill with their fans, more often than not hooking up with some of them but he's got a steady fuck buddy thing going on with Hannah if neither of them get a date by the end of the night after a gig. Finn loves to fuck, just like his tattoo suggests, the post-concert adrenaline mixed with the marijuana making those strangers all the more appealing. Deep down he knows he’s missing something. The feel of belonging romantically to someone else and having a meaningful connection is something he wishes he had but doesn’t feel like he deserves it. 

Sean's a band geek, currently a senior in college at the age of 22. He's studying art, already making money out of it due to his luck, talent and having a best friend who majors in marketing. Lyla manages the advertisement, finds clients for him and is basically doing everything important accounting work for her childhood best friend, so naturally they share the income. It's a working deal between the two, helped them find a small but nice little apartment. They get graphic design commissions from small and medium-sized businesses to have their logo made, the style of their website, menus for restaurants and so on.

Sean's love life is dull, to put it bluntly. They go to college parties with Lyla and different concerts in the city so he's sort of trying to have fun, meeting new people along the way. He's bisexual and not a virgin in any sense. Had three girlfriends in the past and a boyfriend but none of them ended too well. Sean feels like he didn't find common ground with any of them, not in a classical romantic sense and not between the sheets either so they weren't long-lasting relationships. Sean was longing to finally find someone like that so Lyla, the Love Witch was on the lookout for him, 'advertising' not only his art but her best friend too whenever she had the chance, even though Sean asked her not to, multiple times.

Sean knows The Humboldt Crew's music, been a fan with Lyla since around the beginning. They get a commission from them to make different designs for their merch and their third album cover. Needless to say, he's excited to be working on that and as a friendly gesture, they even receive V.I.P. tickets to one of their shows. They get to rock out in the front row, singing along to the lyrics they both know so well with a plastic cup of beer in their hands and whoa, that guitarist is kinda hot?

Finn's a star, but one of those who don't even realize how good they are. Finn goes with the flow, he's confident and isn't afraid to be himself on stage, he enjoys the music immensely and it's showing in his behavour. He's jumping around with Penny and Cassidy, sharing grins and joyful looks, even takes off his tank top halfway through the concert to the crowd's amazement. Lyla notices Sean's interest and tells him how she's heard that he was pansexual so he's got a chance but Sean brushes it off, not believing that for a second.

She drags him backstage after the concert to meet the band. They're just as chill as they seem from afar, a very interesting crew with different personalities that somehow still found a way to work together. Sean can tell they're like a family from how they act around each other. The second Finn lays eyes on Sean from across the room, he just knows he needs to get to him so he walks up and introduces himself charmingly, flirting from the get go which instantly has Sean's cheeks go red because holy shit, this guy.

Finn picks up on it, knows he's got a chance and makes it his mission to seduce Sean because he's fucking smitten with the shy artist. Sean stammers, feeling like and idiot, especially since Finn's still half-naked with his sexy tattoos out in the open and are those nipple piercings? Lyla sees Sean's face and doesn’t need more, she scores them an invite to the band's house, where the private afterparty is held.

Of course, they get high. Finn chose to sit next to Sean, pressed to his side and is doing everything to mercilessly tease the younger to the point where he has to excuse himself and go out for some fresh air. It's not even that he's nervous, the weed and buzz from the alcohol has him in a good mood but Finn gets him so ridiculously turned on, like never before and he doesn't know what to do with it. The nonchalant touches on his thigh, his hot breath on his ear telling him he wants to see his skillful artist hands in action sometime, those pet names that make him melt and want to climb in his lap right there. This isn't like him, not at all. Sean never had a one night stand before but he was actually considering it because the guitarist is downright irresistible.

He smokes a cigarette out there in the dimly lit backyard, alone with his thoughts, at least for a while. Finn gets worried, thinking he came on too strong or he misunderstood the signs. Sean's startled out of his train of thought when Finn joins him on the wooden bench outside. He goes to apologize when Sean frowns and stops him. "No, no! Shit dude- I'm totally into it, it's just.." He lets out a frustrated sound, the words not coming to him as he gestures helplessly with his hands as if that'd help his case. "Never done something like this, I just met you and you're hot as hell, feeling me up and- Fuck, maybe I'll just shut up." Finn's easy laughter makes him smile too because somehow, it doesnt feel like he's laughing at him. 

"Damn sweetie, ever been told you're real cute when you get all blushy?" Finn teases which just makes it worse. Tells Sean he doesn't have to do anything he's not 100% sure about and he won't make him either. Finn’s starting to really like Sean. Interacting with him feels so real, no lies and pretending. The artist doesn’t treat him differently just because he’s semi-famous. Meanwhile, Sean's touched by his patience and thanks him for being so cool, also shuffles closer to the tattooed punk because he does want it, tells him so. 

"Then what are you afraid of?" The question breezes out of Finn’s mouth, the corners quirking up from finding Sean adorable.

"Nothing." Sean whispers back before closing the distance between them and it's one of those legendary, movie-like kisses that neither of them had before, with fireworks going off in the background. One that shakes you to the core and leaves you trembling, sucks the breath right out of your lungs. Sparks fly and it turns extremely heated with Sean swinging his leg over Finn's lap, Finn's calloused guitarist fingers travel up his tshirt at the back and pull the artist closer in desperation. Finn’s tongue tests the waters, asking permission into Sean’s mouth and he gains it almost immediately. After a few minutes of making out, they're both so stupidly hard, grinding mindlessly against each other while exchanging the sloppy kisses that fill up the night air with wet smacking sounds and occasional moans from the both of them. Finn's the one to initiate continuing it in his room, ready to back out if needed but as Sean's lustfilled eyes find his, telling him to lead the way, he’s sure about what comes next.

They sneak by the others and up the stairs but they're not even fully on the second level before Finn presses Sean against the wall and their lips collide in burning passion. Sean's making needy sounds and Finn's so drunk on it, pining his wrists to the wall and massaging their tongue’s together, taking charge of the situation. Sean absolutely loves it.

Somehow, the two men find themselves in the messy room with Sean on his back on a beat-up mattress. It's a miracle they managed to get that far. Not even five minutes later they're both fully naked and Finn's sucking off the younger eagerly, his mouth proving to be just as skillful working on his cock as it was spewing out filth, his fingers are opening up the tan male thoroughly. When Sean can't take it any longer, he pulls him up by his dreads and flips them over to Finn's surprise. 

After taking care of protection and applying lube, Sean sinks down on Finn's impressive length with a long, drawn-out moan that's rivaled by Finn's sounds of pleasure and his praises. His strong thighs flex as he begins bouncing. He’s clawing at the flat, pale stomach in ecstasy because this is perfect, Finn’s length is just perfect, hitting his sweet spots without needing to be guided. Sean wants to keep it down but when Finn starts fucking up right into his prostate, he loses all sense of control and let's go of his high-pitched moans. Finn takes the opportunity to take over again and pushes Sean on his back to pummel into him wildly, his dreads bouncing with his movements, both of them sweating. Sean can't think of anything else, he only feels the way Finn's sliding in and out of him, angling his hips with such expertise, it drives him crazy.

When Sean comes, it's with a scream of Finn's name that he paints his stomach, one hand jacking himself off, the fingers on the other digging into Finn's back, holding on for dear life. He clenches around Finn's dick which sends the other over the edge as well, spilling in the condom with a loud grunt and chanting of his partner's name. Sean's heart is thumping in his ears as he feels Finn breathe raggedly into his neck in the aftermath. He also has a lazy smile on his face when the older kisses him again. They're both sort of surprised at what just happened so no wonder they're grinning like idiots. Finn chuckles into the brief, sensual kiss before gently pulling out and taking care of the mess they've made with the help of Sean.

They're exhausted, it was a long night. Finn tells Sean he should stay if he wanted to, the arm he throws over Sean's sweaty torso is nice and despite their messiness, the artist burrows closer, welcoming the hug and agreeing to the plan. They fall asleep that way, wrapped up in each other, strangers who just met a few hours ago yet it’s already had such a huge impact on both of them. The next morning, Sean wakes up earlier and yesterday’s events come back to him, making him blush. He's hugging the musician's naked body from the back which just feels so natural, as if it wasn't the first time it happened and he's known him for longer than just one night. As Sean begins overthinking, it hits him; was this really a casual hook up? Are all of them so damn hard to walk away from? He feels somewhat stupid for having those feelings but.. this man beside him seems so full of love. The way he treated his crew, how he made sure Sean was feeling comfortable with the situation, his eyes going soft whenever Sean stuttered in embarrassment of right when he released.

When those piercing blue eyes take him in after waking up, Finn starts the morning with a groggy, „Good mornin’, beautiful.” Sean’s heart skips a beat and in the next second soft lips are on his again, movements so different to the night prior. More languid and sweet, as if Finn was bittersweetly memorizing the curve of Sean’s lips before he disappears, like he’s just used to people leaving him after they get what they want. Sean kisses back with the same intensity, no rushing in the slightest. They share a lazy smile, Sean’s face is flushed and connects their lips once again, letting Finn know he has no intentions leaving just yet. 

He’ll have time to thank Lyla later.

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Part 2

Ever since the start of the school year, everyone had been talking about Homecoming and who’s going with who. You were too focused on your studies to truly care about the dance. After all, you had to start off with the best grades possible so you wouldn’t have to try to raise your grade by the last semester. Of course, you knew you would probably go, but you just assumed that you would go with friends, like Ned, MJ, and Peter. That was your plan until the very last minute.

A couple of weeks before the dance, your worst fear about Homecoming came true. Last year, after rejecting his advances, a boy in your grade, Dan, continued to flirt with you throughout the whole year. After a while, you suspected that he just wanted you to say yes since he had never been rejected in his life. That or he enjoyed seeing you flustered. Either one, he was never too serious and was respectful towards you after you denied his offer of countless dates, so you didn’t treat it very seriously. You figured he would find someone who actually wanted to go out with Dan and he’d leave you alone.

Unfortunately, when you closed your locker, your eyes met his brown ones. His skin was still tan from whatever vacation he went on over summer break and his blonde hair was just messy enough to be considered cute. Even so, you found yourself preferring brown hair and his eyes were not warm enough. When he caught your attention, Dan smiled charmingly. “Y/N, you look very lovely today.” You involuntarily turned red at the compliment and thanked him quietly. “So I was thinking, since we both don’t have plans for Homecoming, that you’d give me the honor of being your date?”

Not particularly wanting to go to the dance with him, you thought of multiple excuses that went through your head. They mostly sounded too ridiculous, meaning Dan would continue trying to convince you to be his date. Before you could stop yourself, you mentioned casually, “I have plans.”

His eyebrow rose slightly. “With friends or a date?”

You backed yourself into a corner and you knew it. If you said friends, he wouldn’t back off. He’d only make a comment about how having a date is more socially acceptable and all that crap your mom seemed to think. No one had asked you to Homecoming, so he would know you were lying if you didn’t say a name. Glancing around a bit, your eyes landed on one of your good friends, Peter Parker, at his locker. As far as you knew, he didn’t have a date and was planning on going with you, Ned, and MJ. He would be okay with this, you told yourself, especially since the only alternative is feel so guilty that you go with Dan to the dance. Peter mentioned many times that he thought Dan was being creepy and should just stop since you are clearly not interested.

Looking at Dan, you stated confidently, “I have a date. Peter Parker is taking me.” Just as you had hoped, Dan backed off, not without making a comment that, if something happened, you should call him. He was a good guy, if not a bit persistent, and he knew when to stop. Letting out a sigh of relief, you looked at Peter before approaching him. His eyes met yours and, with a smile, he asked, “Did Dan actually take no for an answer?”

“Uh, yeah,” you replied nervously, “And I just want to apologize, since it was the first thing that came to mind. He laid off because I told him I had a date.” You paused, hoping he would understand what you were hinting at, but Peter remained looking clueless. “I said you were taking me and I’m super sorry for dragging you into it, but I just assumed we were all going as friends so it wouldn’t hurt to tell him you were my date-”

Peter interrupted your rambling with a laugh. “Y/N, it’s okay. I can be your date to Homecoming. I don’t mind, really.” With a little smile, Peter said goodbye and left you with your heart beating faster than it should be. You were a little shocked at how calm he seemed, but remembered how odd Peter had been acting recently. 

At school, Peter might have acted calm about taking you the dance and he truly didn’t mind. To be entirely honest, he was a little disappointed that he couldn’t even plan to ask Liz. He probably wouldn’t have done it so it was nice to know he had a date. Besides, he knew that, if you didn’t already have a date, Dan might’ve been your only option and that didn’t sit well Peter. Being an escape from someone else didn’t make him feel very good either. His disappointment kept growing slightly as the week went on.

When he and Ned got home from Washington D.C., Peter asked him to hang out so they could talk about where he was during the competition. His mood was considerably better after the few interactions he had with Liz on the trip and he rambled about it as they started to rebuild the Lego Death Star at his apartment. “Did you see the way she was looking at me? She looked at me like I was her hero.”

“Well, you did save her from falling down an elevator shaft,” Ned agreed, “Too bad you can’t tell her that it was you.” Ned had come to terms that people wanted to hurt or even kill Peter just for being Spiderman, so it wasn’t as cool as he originally thought.

“No, but the thing is this conversation we had when I was myself before I had to leave,” he said absentmindedly, “I don’t know. Maybe she would have gone to Homecoming with me.”

Once you heard about what happened at Washington D.C., you immediately rushed to Peter’s apartment. A frantic Aunt May hugged you when you entered, muttering about how worried she was for Peter. You really suspected that she just needed someone to hug and you gladly complied. Finally, she let go of you with a teary smile. “Y/N, Peter is lucky to have a friend like you. Go, talk to them. I’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, May,” you said with a small smile. This whole situation had shaken you more than you’d like to admit. Hearing that the school trip had gone awry made your stomach drop. Frankly, you weren’t feeling well until the bus dropped off everyone in New York and everyone was deemed safe, courtesy of Spiderman. No one knew why Spiderman was at D.C., but thank goodness he was. Walking towards Peter’s room, you were about to knock when you heard your name through the thin walls.

You hesitated on listening in, but your curiosity got the better of you. When you heard your name, it was Ned talking. “Whatever. You’re taking Y/N anyway. To keep Dan away, remember?”

“Yeah,” Peter replied, obviously distracted from the actual conversation, “But, I mean, it’s always that ‘what would have Liz said if I asked her to Homecoming’, you know?” He mumbled a few other words, but you guessed they had something to do with not being able to do what he had planned.

Hearing his words made you freeze. Of course Peter wasn’t willingly taking you to the dance. You forced him into it and therefore made him cancel his own plans. How desperate must you seem to him to coerce him into going to a stupid dance because you couldn’t tell a boy no? You didn’t even ask his permission before you told Dan. Before you could get out of there or, at least, compose yourself from the flushed mess you were becoming, Peter’s door opened to reveal those warm brown eyes filled with concern.

“Y/N?” He asked with a tired voice, “What’s up?” As his eyes focused, he noticed how startled you acted and how, he didn’t know, betrayed you looked. “Is everything okay?” Finally, he figured out what must have happened and his eyes widened slightly. “Did you hear…?”

Managing to compose yourself a little, you quickly stuttered, “N-n-no! I had only come to see if you’re alright.” Quickly looking over him, you offered a weak smile. “You’re a-alright.” Even if you tried to convince him everything was alright, Peter saw how you didn’t keep eye contact. “Uh, about Homecoming, I didn’t consider your own p-p-plans and I don’t want to barge in, of course.” Your stuttering became more prominent as you took a few steps towards the living room. “I’ll be g-g-good. Really, it’s all good, Peter.”

Peter took a step towards you. “Y/N, I don’t-“

“Peter,” you repeated before reaching the door, “It’s fine.” Still refusing to look him in the eye, you left the apartment and didn’t look back until you reach your own. You locked yourself in your room, feeling dejected and almost gross. Of course, Peter wouldn’t willingly take you to the dance when he thought that Liz might say yes. She was the perfect girl in every way and you couldn’t even try to hate her. Sighing, you glanced at your Homecoming dress that you and your mother spent a whole afternoon finding. You couldn’t even imagine what she would say if she found out you didn’t have or -more accurately- lost a date to Homecoming. Maybe you wouldn’t even go.

The next day, you avoided Peter, Ned, and MJ all day and therefore avoided further embarrassment. It wasn’t hard to avoid Peter or Ned since both of them seemed to have their own little secret they’re not telling anyone else. You’d managed to avoid practically everyone until 8th period. MJ and you shared Honors English and she sat next to you. Without looking up from her book, MJ stated clearly, “Peter wouldn’t have minded going to the dance with you. He would have said yes even if you weren’t trying to avoid Dan. You weren’t twisting his arm or anything.”

Her words helped, but you still couldn’t look at her without your cheeks flushing. You didn’t say anything in return, but offered a small smile so MJ knew you appreciated it when the teacher walked in. As you listened to the teacher drone on about To Kill a Mockingbird, which half of the class didn’t read, you got the strangest feeling of someone looking at you. MJ was pretending to look through the book, while she was really reading her own book. Turning your head slightly, your eyes widened when your eyes met Dan’s in the back of the room. 

He smiled cheekily and even waved when the teacher turned his back. Shaking your head, you smiled nonetheless before turning back around. MJ, who had seen the whole encounter out of the corner of her eye, frowned slightly and tried to catch your attention, but wasn’t able to. You left the classroom the second class was over so you could stop at your locker and leave quickly. 

Of course, your master plan was thwarted when you made eye contact with Dan and didn’t immediately look away. He smiled, only that time, it didn’t feel like a flirty one. “I heard about what happened,” Dan said softly, not trying to make a big deal out of it, “With Parker, I mean.”

“Yeah,” you replied flatly. Your cheeks were already flushed as you remembered how embarrassing it was for a date to ditch you before the dance even began. Still, it was all your fault for putting him in the situation.

For the first time since you knew him, Dan looked almost nervous. He bit his lip and thought about what he should say next. “I don’t know what you want, but I think that is a dick move for someone as nice as you. This is probably the last thing you want to hear. Still, if you want to go with someone, we can go together.” A light blush covered his cheeks as he added, “As friends.”

Looking at this whole new side of Dan, you inquired, “Then the flirting is done?”

“The flirting is done,” Dan reaffirmed, “Besides, like I could ever compete with Penis Parker.”

“Don’t call him that,” you said instinctively, “And it’s not like that between us. We’re just friends.” There was no denying the relief you felt when you heard that the flirting was done. You even felt a bit grateful that Dan asked you so politely. You liked him better when he wasn’t so cocky or cheeky about everything. Maybe what you saw was just an act the whole time.

Quickly writing your phone number down on a piece of scrap paper, you tore it out and gave it to him. “This is not a date,” you repeated, “Friends?”

Taking the piece of paper, Dan stated with a small smile, “Friends.”

The next few days before Homecoming, you noticed that Peter wasn’t acting like himself. You haven’t spoken to him since he caught you outside his door, but that doesn’t mean MJ or Ned haven’t tried. He occasionally texts you, but he knew that you wouldn’t talk to him properly until you moved on from this. Glimpses of his old self were back. It was almost like before he got all secretive and distanced himself from everyone.

Of course, you heard that he ended up asking Liz. People were shocked that she said yes, but you would have been surprised if she actually said no. Peter is a great guy with adorable features that you almost couldn’t say no to. You didn’t know if he had heard about who you were going with, but you could only assume that he had.

Avoiding Peter only made you realize just how much you wanted him in your life, even if he didn’t think you were anything but a friend. Liz was lucky to have him. You couldn’t hate him for liking someone else, especially when you could see why he would. The weeks without him only helped you accept the fact and you knew that, maybe after Homecoming, you might be able to talk to him again.

The night of Homecoming came before you were emotionally ready, but, physically, you could pass as a functioning human being. You waited in the living room with your ecstatic mother and a little rose for Dan’s coat. The horrible thought of Dan standing you up crossed your mind. He’d laugh about how stupid you were, falling for his little act and finally agreeing to go out with him. You bit the inside of your lip as you imagined what your mother might say.

A sharp knock brought you back to reality and your mother opened the door with a smile. She quickly introduced herself before glancing at you. It was obvious she was impressed with the guy you were going to Homecoming with. Dan looked at you and smiled comfortingly, which you returned out of relief. His brown eyes met yours and, no matter how hard you tried, they couldn’t compare to Peter’s. Dan opened the box where your corsage was and waited for your mother to grab her camera. “Are you ready?” He asked politely.

It was a question with a hidden meaning, of course, but you smiled and forgot about Peter’s perfect eyes. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

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the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them, Jesper/Nico

Hockey players touch a lot, but most of it is with gloves on, and Jesper spends more time inside of his head than out, caught in a never-ending spiral of anxiety about everything. Camp went well, and he hasn’t been cut or sent back or sent down, and he doesn’t know what to do with that, so he shoots more pucks and talks more to his coach, works out till he shakes even though that’s not really healthy. Just because he made it, at least so far, doesn’t mean he’ll stay. He wants to be good; he wants to earn it, even though the thought of media still makes him sweat. He wakes up from nightmares made of camera flashes and microphones.

It’s why he doesn’t notice the first time, or the second, or the fiftieth, or the hundredth. He doesn’t notice for so, so long.

The Devils are a touchy team. In both ways. Jesper has his hair ruffled, and his knees knocked into, and back slaps and high fives and Jesper also has a team that yanks him out of scrums by the back of his jersey and tries to fight people for him for minor offenses and will keep him away from scrums with their elbows if necessary. It’s kinda great, and he gets an apartment in the same complex as Nico and Blake and Pavel, and commiserates with the latter two over Nico’s chronic lateness. Nico almost always shuffles into the lobby still half asleep, dressed in the first things he grabs, because he just doesn’t care in the mornings. He’s lucky he’s cute.

Today, he trips over nothing and stumbles into Jesper, who laughs at him, because it’s hard not to, Nico looking absolutely confused, bangs flopping into his face. Nico leans into him for a second longer than necessary, but he always does that. Jesper thinks it might be because they’re both rookies, out on the first line, and they’re both so new to all of this. Nico may be younger but he’s spent a year in North America, and he helps quiet the hummingbird heartbeat of Jesper’s anxiety. It’s like he knows when it’s getting bad again, and he’s always there, joining Jesper’s space and making it easier to breathe again. 

Nico smiles sheepishly at Jesper and then at Pavel and Blake. “Sorry?” he offers, head tilted just slightly. He looks adorable. 

“You know the drill,” Pavel says, because he’s a shit like that, and him and Blake are serious about their mini kangaroo court. 

“I know,” Nico says. “We can do lunch?”

“Deal,” Blake says, walking past them. “Let’s go, rooks.” Like he isn’t one himself, technically.

Jesper falls in line behind Nico, because Nico makes an effective shield, and no one can see his face. He’s not dreading practice, but he’s not not dreading it. He’s been slipping up, and he knows it. This is the NHL and he was picked sixth round; he was a long shot from the get-go, but he’s falling off. Almost like Nico’s sensed that Jesper’s being down on himself, he slows, knocking the back of his shoulder against Jesper’s, but doesn’t say anything. Jesper can’t look at him, his stomach tying itself into knots. He knows Nico isn’t mean, knows Nico is often the first one to try to hit someone for him, but he doesn’t–he hates being weak. 

Pavel and Blake are already through the door when Nico stops, and Jesper stops just short of running into him in a reversal of not even two minutes ago. Nico fumbles for Jesper’s hand and links them together, palm to palm, for the space of three heartbeats that thunder through Jesper’s ears before letting go slowly, his face bright red. Actually, Jesper’s face is probably also bright red. Nico marches forward quickly, red into his ears. Jesper has no idea what that was about, but his hand feels like it’s on fire, and so does the rest of him, especially his face. 

He spends the entire car ride to the arena stealing glances at Nico, who’s biting his lip like he’s not even aware that he’s doing it and staring into space. The one moment they make eye contact, Jesper’s face is on fire all over again, and so is Nico’s, but overall, Jesper is so caught up in Nico that he forgets to worry about practice. He’s been playing hockey for over a decade; he can do practice on autopilot, still stuck on the burning feeling of Nico’s hand in his, and it’s not until he’s changing into clothes so they can go to lunch that it happens. 

There’s a moment, where he’s staring down at his shoes, his laces wrapped around his fingers as he gets ready to tie them. The world—shivers, and he’s drowning in worry, but worry like his mother tucking his blankets around him and stroking his hair when he was young, worry for him rather than worry by him, and it’s tinted with the feeling of his heartbeat in his fingertips and the crushing joy of cellies and desire, fingers on the back of his neck wanting to trail down his spine, stroke the anxiety right out of him with every pass. It’s shockingly visceral to see himself from someone else’s point of view, wrapped in desire and worry and protectiveness. These are familiar thoughts, and the way they taste is more familiar yet. 

Jesper blinks and he’s staring back at his hands, the laces looped around his fingers, likely cutting off his circulation he’s holding them so tightly. He looks up and meets Nico’s stricken stare. It looks like he was mid-conversation with Hallsy, because Hallsy is looking between the two of them with something calculating in his eyes. Hallsy’s not as stupid as media would lead you to believe, and he tilts his head and grins, perfectly charmingly, at Jesper. There’s no threat there, but it feels like a threat anyway, and it must be, because Jesper’s—he’s been touched by Nico before. He’s even touched Nico before. 

Nico snaps himself out of it and shrugs into his jacket as he leaves the locker room at a walk that’s almost a jog, the expression on his face still stricken. 

“Where’s he going?” Blake asks, draping an arm around Jesper.

“I think we’re going to have to reschedule lunch,” Jesper says, with a detached calm he certainly doesn’t feel right now. “I’ll go find him.”

He ties his laces hastily, ignoring Blake’s questions, and leaves the locker room almost as fast as Nico. Now that he knows to look for it, he can feel it, the whirlwind of Nico’s thoughts. Nico is trying to hide, going farther into the depths of the arena, but he must know that Jesper will be able to find him. He does know, Jesper running into his back on his next turn through the empty hallway. 

Nico turns to face him, and his face has lost that stricken look and now he just looks determined, the way he does before he does something like trying to check someone far bigger than him. Jesper abruptly feels so fond he feels almost sick off of it. 

“I’m not denying it,” he says. “You can’t make me.” He looks ready to fight about it, too, and Jesper bites down on the smile threatening to bubble up. 

“I didn’t ask you to,” he says carefully, making sure the English comes out right. “I didn’t even know, until just now.”

Nico crosses his arms and looks petulant, all of a sudden. “I know. I knew from the first time at development camp, and you were so nervous all the time, and I kept touching you, and you never noticed, but you stayed nervous.”

“I’m still nervous,” Jesper says, because that’s also true. He’s always nervous, especially here. They’re a small market team and yet it still feels like they’re always being watched.

Nico smiles, eyes crinkling, but his arms are still crossed. “You stopped thinking about practice, after—” 

He cuts himself off, blushing again, but Jesper can feel it now, a subtle tremor and a shift in the world, Nico’s thundering heartbeat as he reached out, how reluctant he was to let go. On its tail comes another thought, Nico wondering what it would be like to kiss Jesper, or be kissed by Jesper, to get his hands in his hair, quickly replaced by bitter terror and acrid shame, catapulting Jesper into the here and now, Nico standing in front of him, hunching in on himself, bracing for a hit. 

Nico closes his eyes and licks his lips. “I’m sorry,” he whispers hoarsely, sounding miserable. “I didn’t—I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

Jesper hates the way Nico sounds, hates that he can feel Nico’s heart thundering, the anxiety that he lives with flooding Nico. He doesn’t want this Nico, who’s still expecting a hit, but he doesn’t want to mess this up. A kiss should be easy, but it feels wrong, that Nico’s eyes are closed, and that he’s afraid of his own soulmate. Fuck, they’re soulmates, and Jesper has already messed this up so much.

“Please look at me,” Jesper says, his voice quiet and yet somehow too loud for the moment that they’re standing in, almost like they’re the only two people in the world. Nico tenses more, so Jesper tries again. “Nico, please.” It’s dirty pool, using Nico when usually he just calls him Hisch, but he can’t do this with Nico’s eyes shut.

Nico opens his eyes slowly, but he still looks terrified, his face a thousand times worse than the stricken look from the locker room, arms defensively crossed over his chest. Jesper wants it to stop, wants the words he says to be the right ones, but he doesn’t know what they’re going to be even when he opens his mouth.

“Please kiss me,” Jesper says, barely recognising his own voice. He didn’t realise how much he wanted it until it was offered but he aches with it. 

Nico blinks at him and untenses between one moment and the next, arms falling to hang limply by his sides. “Really?” he asks, surprise bright in his voice.

Jesper looks back at him as levelly as he can manage. “Yes,” he says, and his voice sounds clipped only because he’s worried now, that Nico is going to turn him down.

Nico beams, and Jesper is swept up in it, and he’s not sure whether Nico moved closer or whether he just didn’t want to wait. He just knows that their first kiss is mind-numbingly sweet, and that Nico starts laughing, giddily, and so does he, somewhere between disbelief and joy.

[wlwhc]

Mr. and Mr. Mxyzptlk

Summary: After being sent back to the fifth dimension, Mr. Mxyzptlk manages to go back to Earth, still not happy that Kara Zor-El hadn't married him. His mission is still the same, marry Kara, but maybe...he will find someone else to bother, maybe the ring will end up in someone else's hand

(A/N): Told you guys I was going to do it, it was meant for my OC Damian, so the Male!Reader is a little OC oops. This is more for me than for you guys so if you don’t like I understand :D I just had to do it

Words: 2254

Warning: Swearing

The day was being very boring, Supergirl was taking care of all the thief leaving nothing to you. Can the girl take a break and let you punch the bad guys?.

You knew that she didn’t want you to “take care” of them because eventually, they would end up 8 feet underground, which for you it is good but she has that weird rule of “not killing” , you knew that it was just matter of time before that changes, meanwhile, you just had to be more gentle with your punches.

“there you are, I was looking for you” Supergirl appear in front of you. you looked up to the sky seeing the Red cape.

“for what reason Supergirl would need me?” You said, a little harsher than intended

“why are you angry?” She asks, walking to you. You walk to her.

“you’re taking care of all the bad guys! I’m boooored~”

“then go to the D.E.O and I don’t know, trained with Mon-El-”

“ugh! I hate that guy, and he punches like a fly, I’m going to crush him”

“Y/N-”

“I won’t kill them Kara, just let me do some justice-” You beg her, but she sends you a glare.them Kara, just let me do some justice-” You beg her, but she sends you a glare.

“you have a very twisted kind of justice!”

“it’s the best kind of justice! because once that they’re gone, they never get the chance to come back and do more harm to innocent people!” You said, as calm as you can.

“that’s not the way a hero would do justice” she said, her head held high, with a sort of proud in her words.

“Luckily I’m not the hero here” You said, walking away from her, but knowing her, she would not let you go that easily.

“Y/N-” Supergirl couldn’t finish her sentence, a light blue mist appears a few feets from you, and a man came out of it.

“is he bothering you love? I can make him disappear in a second!” He said, with a funny accent, he was a little energetic, but pretty charming with that stupid grin on his face. You noticed Supergirl flinch at his presence, maybe he’s not that charming.

“oh no”

“oh yeah~” The guy said, smiling at her.

“who the fuck are you? who the fuck is he?” You said, your tone was disinterested.

“I’m Mxyzptlk, Kara’s future husband, and who are you?” He said, walking to you, trying to inspect you. The man was just a few centimeters away from you, yeah….he is cute.

“I’m Y/N-” You started saying, but Supergirl got in between you two, pushing the other man away from you.

“don’t talk with him!” She said hitting your arm.

“Auch! , why not?”

“Yeah why not? I want to meet the guy, see if he’s a threat! another rival-” You were quick to realize that he was thinking that you and Kara are together. Kara and you frowned at this.

“Is he really thinking that we’re a thing?!”

“We’re not a thing!” Kara said.

“That’s splendid! who’s him then?  a friend? should I gain his trust in order to gain your love buttercup?”

“Oh god, you’re a stalker? , is he the stalker? Alex told me about him, do you want me to make him go away?” You said to Kara, when she heard the last part she frantically shakes her head in disagreement.

“No no no! no killing!”

“I didn’t say I was going to kill him!”

“But that’s the first thing that you think!” She said, pointing at you with her accusing finger

“I’m not some kind of serial killer Kara!”

“uh I see, you’re giving more attention to him than to me...I don’t like you!” The cute guy said.

“Yeah? well I don’t like you either so I’m going to go, I’m sure you can take care of him Kara”

“We haven’t finished talking Y/N-” Kara said, following you, just like when Mon-El does something stupid, and She has to give him a huge lecture.

“wait! , no fight? there’s no honorable fight for Kara’s love!?” Mr Unpronounceable-Name said.

“She can take care of herself and I have better things to do” You said ready to jump down the building, disappearing on the streets.

“like what?!, what is more important than Kara Zor-El???” The cute men said dramatically.

“Me, and the fact that she’s going to be busy with you so I can fight the bad guys” Kara gasps at this.

“Y/N if I caught you-”

“You have bigger problems to deal with, see ya Supergirl~”

“If Kara would find out about this, she will kick your ass, and you would end up in a cell, and I don’t want to see a friend in a cell” Maggie said, finishing putting some handcuffs to the last bad guys from a group of thugs that you found in an alley and followed to a bar, the group was well known on the block for having fun with kids, that goes to selling them drugs, to even harassing them, you made sure to stop that, and give them a proper punishment, a few survive...others, well, they were too weak, not that it matters to you.

“but you’re my friend so…” You said, sending her a sad puppy face, but it clearly was not going to work, your face was way too fucked up for that to work, blood everywhere,  but Maggie smiled at you anyway.

“...I won’t tell her, but Alex will probably find out-”

“can you kiss her or bat your eyelashes at her?”

“that does not always work sweetheart..”

“...he’s a pedophile-” You said, pointing at the guy dead on the floor.

“I know, but killing is not okay-”

“and that other one was selling drugs to the kids, that one punches her wife, and the last one over there without his face, had been abusing a girl for the past week...” You said, more serious now.

“..it’s still not okay” Maggie said, sending you a sad smile. She knows that it’s really hard for you to get used to the Danvers duo rules, the no-killing one being the hardest of all.

“I really don’t understand you people” You said.

“me either” The genie guy appears beside you.

“what the hell are you doing here!” You said jumping at the sudden strange voice behind you.

“don’t move!” Maggie aims her gun at the man that was smiling charmingly at her.

“I came here looking for you big guy! I need an advice” He said, giving a little pat on your arm

“a what?” You said glaring at him.

“don’t move! Y/N get away from him he’s dangerous!” Maggie said, already knowing the whole story that involves Kara almost blowing The Fortress of Solitude with both of them inside.

“he doesn’t seem so dangerous to me” You said, eyeing the cute guy, he was wearing a suit and tie, his hair is all fluffy and probably soft, like come on! you had fought things like look way more dangerous than him. But Alex Danvers had also given you that impression after seeing her so soft around Maggie, but you changed your mind once she pinned you against a wall just because you called Kara weak.

“yeah, I’m really soft sometimes~” Mxyzptlk said, smiling once again

“Y/L/N I’m serious-”

“Why do you want and advice from me? I’m not very good at giving those” You said, ignoring Maggie’s protests

“You’re Kara’s friend right?”

“I think I’m far from a friend” You said folding your arms. Maggie sending you a frown.

“but you know her! you must know a way for me to conquer her heart” He said desperate

“dude, you can’t expect to appear magically on earth with a ring for her and basically obliged her to marry you, that’s not attractive or whatever” Mxyzptlk sighs at your words. You saw Maggie talking on her phone, probably calling Alex for help.

“but what does she want?! I can give her everything-”

“she wants you to leave her alone-”

“Y/N, I already called the D.E.O-”

“you talked too much, go back with your agent friends” With a flick of his wrist, your friend was gone.

“where did you sent her?!” You said, pointing your gun at the men.

“don’t worry she’s in the D.E.O” He waves his hand at you, like it didn’t care the fact that Maggie is not there with you anymore.

“dude, see? this is the kind of things that makes everyone want to punch you in the face, especially Kara, because you’re messing with her friends” You say, sitting by the bar, forgetting about the bodies lying around, your hands reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

“but you’re not a friend” He said

“I will snap your neck if you keep talking” You said, taking a sip from the bottle of whiskey, wincing when the cold glass touched your bloody lip.

“uh feisty~ I changed my mind I like you” He said, sitting by your side.

“I still don’t”

“come on! you have to tell me what to do, I’m a gentleman and sensitive, not to mention breathtakingly beautiful, what else is Kara looking for?!” He grabbed the bottle taking a swing.

“boobs”

“what?!” He choked on the whiskey

“boobs, she likes boobs, raven hair, preferably called lena and that their last name is Luthor, oh and you would have to be a girl, also, how you could possibly be as breathtakingly beautiful as her???-” You said, remembering that Kara was crushing hard on the Luthor.

“she likes girls?!”

“ha! it took you quite the time to noticed it fro someone that see through dimensions ”

“b-but and Mon-El??”

“He’s story...thank god”

“but I love her” he said, resting his chin on the table.

“Well, she doesn’t, and you would not like to be with someone that doesn’t love you, you will have to wait for the right one,plus you’re just crushing on her, it will pass, try to focus on other things to forget about her, believe me, what you have is more an obsession than love, and if you don’t get rid of it, Kara will kill you-oh wait, scratch that, she will kill herself, you’re pretty annoying” You said, not knowing what to do. It was an awkward situation, advising Kara’s stalker to get over her.

“well, she already tried it once so...maybe you’re right my friend” He said, patting your back and smiling at you.

“oh no no no , I’m not your-”

“we should go to have some fun! I know that you’re a vigilante, and that you know how to stop the bad guys, let me help you” He said, his energetic personality coming back.

“hmm I don’t know-” You were protesting, but with a flick of his wrist, your wounds and the bodies laying around disappear.

“see? I can help!”

“Still I think that-” You were going to decline his offer, even though he could really help you a lot, but The blonde with the red cape came crushing the door open

“Y/N! are you okay?” She said, rushing to you.

“of course he’s okay dear, don’t worry we were just having a friendly conversation” Mxyzptlk said, appearing beside you.

“did he hurt you?” Kara said, glaring at the Genie.

“I’m fine, I can take care of myself Kara, and in fact, we were actually having a friendly conversation”

“about what?” She asks

“you my dear” The Genie said, walking to her

“can you just leave? I told you I don’t want to marry y-” Kara starts her speech, not knowing how many times she had told him to leave.

“I understand” Kara looks at him, not believing his words

“you do?” Mxyzptlk nods

“yes, my friend here Y/N had made me change my mind”

“I did?” You asked, with the same face as Kara

“yes, and maybe he’s right, the best for me is forget about you and move on”

“o-okay, I mean, awesome!” Kara said, smiling happily

“yeah, good for you dude” You said, giving him a weird pat on his back

“in the meantime, I’ll stay here on this earth, helping my new friend-”

“you’re going to stay?!”

“to bother me now?”

“oh don’t worry, I’ll be here just when you call me, I won’t btoher you , consider it a gift for helping me out, just said my name-” You snort

“that’s going to be impossible” Kara tried not to laugh.

“it’s easy, Mxyzptlk-”

“Mx-what?”

“Mxyz-ptlz” He said, spelling his name slowly

“I’m going to call you Genie” He shrugs

“okay! , just call me and I’ll be there, for any occasion, even if you need someone to disappear like the guys that were lying-” You tried to shut him up but it was too late

“shh shut up!”

“-here dead”

“dead guys?! Y/N YOU DIDN’T?!” Kara was rushing to you, her angry face making you feel tiny as an ant.

“GENIE HELP” You scream, hiding behind the Genie

“as you wish!” And with that Supergirl disappeared

“ha! she disappeared!”

“like I said, just call me big guy, and I’ll be there” he disappeared after that, leaving you alone in the destroyed bar.

“...what a crazy night”

Oops turns out that I really like this guy..like...a lot?