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mandoalorian · 3 years

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People Can See [Maxwell Lord x F! Reader] SMUT

Request by @luvzoria: hey sweetpea! i have a req! you obviously don't have to do this but it's my birthday today and it gave me the idea of surprise sex? with any pedro character (personal favs tho : max lord, pero tovar, frankie, marcus moreno, and javier peña)surprise birthday sex 👀 in a risky public place maybe? public teasing? if you're okay with that!! again thanks hun!!

Rating: 18+

Warnings: SMUT— unprotected p in v, public sex, exhibitionism, creampie, Max has a daddy kink, a lot of teasing, fingering, and also mention of food.

Word count: 2.6k words

Authors note: Happy birthday lovey! Michelle, I'm sorry this is a few days late but this is for you angel! I hope it's okay and I hope you had a fab day all things considered. I send you all my love. Xx

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," the guests at your annual birthday gala hummed in unison as your favourite chef brought over your cake. Courtesy of your boyfriend Maxwell, it was a three tier chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and your name delicately placed on top in intricately detailed fondant.

"Maxie," you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. You placed your hand on your boyfriend's thigh, rubbing it under the table. "This is too much. You shouldn't have."

"Anything for you, my princess," he whispered, his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear. Leaning in further, he pressed a kiss into your lobe, before giving it a small and teasing kitten lick. You grabbed his thigh even harder, your fingernails digging into his skin and giggled at your gesture. When he pulled away, he quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, as if to ask why are you giggling? He knew fine well. "Make a wish." he mumbled as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

There was no way you could possibly wish for anything. Dating Maxwell Lord meant that you could never want for nothing. He provided you with a beautiful home, lavish and luxurious clothes and jewellery, but most importantly he provided you with his love and warmth. You closed your eyes and wished that this happiness would last forever. There was no place you'd rather be, surrounded by your family and friends on your birthday— but most importantly, with Maxwell, the love of your life.

"You kept teasing me at the table." you muttered with a joking roll of your eyes. You and Maxwell were walking along the table filled with little bites to eat. Picking at the finger food, you both filled up your plates.

"Now sweetheart, you know that wasn't teasing," he chastised with a smirk. You nodded, knowing that he could do much worse. "Teasing could be you rubbing my thigh all night, huh? Did you think about that?"

As a matter of fact you had. Maxwell looked so handsome in his three piece tuxedo. The black pants and matching Armani jacket with the white button down suited him so well, but it didn't change the fact you desperately wanted to peel off that bow tie and have him gag you with it. You supposed it could wait until you got back to your hotel suite. You didn't answer, picking up a small item of food and shoving it into his mouth. He took it willingly, but stopped to wrap his lips around your finger, sucking teasingly.

"Maxie," you groaned wantonly. "People might see." He pulled off you with a pop.

"Let them watch." he shrugged casually before picking up another piece of food to go onto his plate.

Your birthday gala was a massive success, but you had no doubt it would be. Maxwell was always the best at hosting events. Your favourite part of the night was when he held you in your arms and you slow-danced to Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis, which was one of Max's all time favourites. You rested your head into your boyfriend's chest as his arms held your waist, swinging your hips in time with the music.

"You look absolutely stunning in that dress," Maxwell growled in your ear. You recognised that lilt in his voice immediately. Leaning back, you caught a glimpse of that primal look on his face, as well as a glint of lust in his already darkened eyes. "So glad to call you mine."

His hand maneuvered round to the curve of your ass and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up as you slowly looked around the ballroom, hoping nobody had noticed Maxwell's sudden onset affection. Thankfully, they hadn't. Other couples were too busy gazing into one another's eyes, or feasting upon the buffet on the other side of the room. In a crowded room, all Maxwell could focus on was you, his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend.

"I love you." you confessed with a happy hum.

"I love you too darling."

The night was still young but it seemed most people had taken a break from dancing, filing back to their tables to chat some more. You were making your way around all the different tables, wanting to make sure to speak to everyone and thank them for coming and bringing gifts. You slid into an unoccupied seat at the Black Gold Cooperative table, a huge smile on your face as you began talking to your old colleagues, and Max's employees.

Max approached you, holding a tired Alistair in his arms. Alistair, his son, was hugging one of your balloons tight to his chest as he fell in and out of sleep. "I'm gonna take Alistair back to our hotel room, he's exhausted," Maxwell announced and you nodded in affirmation before gently pressing a kiss into Alistair's forehead. "I won't be long." he promised before walking away.

"Mr Lord is so sweet for doing all of this for you," Raquel, Maxwell's assistant gushed.

"You know you can call him Max when he's not here." you giggled and Raquel blushed.

"Well I remember when Mr Lor- I mean Max first met you. He changed almost instantaneously. Less miserable, more polite. We all think you made him into a better person." Raquel revealed.

"Really?" you questioned, your eyes going wide at her revelation. The rest of the table nodded their heads in unison, confirming your question.

When Maxwell returned, his bow tie was slightly wonky and his hair had fallen out of it's style. You tucked a loose strand back into place. "You okay?" you pouted, letting your fingers trace the buttons on his shirt. You pulled out a chair next to you so he could sit down at the table.

"Yeah, Alistair couldn't settle so I had to sing to him," he frowned. "You should've been there," he chastised you teasingly. "You're usually the one who sings him lullabies."

You giggled, resting your head on Maxwell's shoulder. "You're such a good daddy."

Daddy— it was the word that set a fire in Maxwell's stomach and you knew it. Everytime you said it, you said it deliberately. You said it to gain a reaction out of him. You felt his body stiffen up and you watched as his hand slowly glide over his crotch, covering his hardening cock. It was crazy how just one word spoken by you could get him going. The rest of the table cooed and awed in delight at how sweet you both were, but even Max knew that your intentions were far beyond sweet. He'd been teasing you all night at your own birthday party, but two can play at that game.

Maxwell stayed silent for the next few minutes as you laughed and joked with your friends, telling them about how brilliant your birthday had been. He fidgeted awkwardly, his dark eyes watching you intently as you took small sips of your champagne and fumbled with the gold rings adorning your fingers. You were truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky.

When you were deep enough into conversation with Raquel about the brand new 1984 Polaroid camera Maxwell had gotten you, he took his chance to slide his hand up the hem of your dress. He peeled back the thin glittering sheath and drew small circles into the inside of your thigh. His actions almost took your breath away but you kept your cool, acting unfazed, like it wasn't even bothering you.

It would be okay. His hand was under the table cloth and nobody could see anyway. If he just wanted to stroke the soft skin of your legs, that was fine too. As long as you acted normal, pretending like your boyfriend wasn't touching you in front of all these people. You were doing a good job of seeming unbothered, it actually irked Max. He was doing all of this to see your reaction. He maneuvered his large, ring clad hand to the apex of your thigh, rolling the pads of his middle finger and index finger along your slick wet folds. You were evil for not wearing panties tonight. He couldn't believe how soaked you already were from just the slightest of touches, but, to be fair, you two had been teasing each other all night. His finger inched up to your clit and he began to swirl it around in tight circles.

The gasp you let out was almost inhumane and you felt your cheeks heat up. Maxwell kept working at you, trying to hide the smirk that graced his lips.

"Are you okay?" Raquel asked inquisitively.

Before you could even reply, Maxwell slid one thick finger into your aching core, doubling down until you felt his knuckles against your skin. "Y-yes," you choked out, reaching for your glass of champagne. "Think I just need a drink."

Your boyfriend continued to pump his finger in and out of you whilst sitting at the same table as his own employees. You kept taking sips of your drink to try and hide the longing moans that escaped your lips as he stretched you out. You felt wonderful around him, and he couldn't help but slip a second finger in. You made a fist, bunching up the material of your dress in your hand. When you began to feel your walls flutter around him, you knew your orgasm was approaching and that you wouldn't be able to stay quiet for him. You grabbed his wrist and shot him a knowing look. Slowly, he removed his finger from your core and you groaned at the loss of his fullness.

"Want more?" he whispered into your ear. You nodded quickly and he took your hand, whisking you away from the table and into a dark corner.

You began to palm at him through his pants, already eagerly trying to tug off his tuxedo jacket and pull off his bow tie. "C-can we go to the hotel room?" you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. You pushed your body against his as his hands stroked your bare arms, relishing the moment.

"Oh honey, but Alistair's up there sleeping," Max cooed, shaking his head. You furrowed your eyebrows together in disdain.

"Maxieee," you groaned, pressing your thighs together. "But I need you."

The three words made Maxwell's cock twitch. He needed you too. He could already feel his precum begin to leak out from the tip of his manhood, staining his underwear. He looked around the ballroom. Everyone was too busy dancing and talking to notice you and Max had even left the scene. "Do you think they can see us?" he asked quizzically, his voice low as he brought his hand to your breast. He began to massage it through the thin material of your dress, giving it the occasional squeeze.

You contemplated his words. You were under a canopy, in the shadows. They probably wouldn't be able to see you from where they were standing, but if anyone approached this area, you'd soon become visible. "Right now? No, I don't think so." you hummed, weighing the scenario out in your mind. Max nodded his head in agreement before bringing his hand to your face. Under the dim light, his fingers still shone with your arousal, from when he had fingered you under the table earlier.

He brought his index finger to your lips, tracing them gently before pushing it into your mouth. You whimpered, sucking on his finger (just like he'd done to you earlier), and lapping up all your juices. Your bodies were pressed together and you began to run your knee over his erection, earning a few strangled moans from Max. "Now now Maxie, what are we going to do about this?" you hummed around his finger before he eventually pulled it away from you.

He looked around the ballroom once more, astonished that it had been a few minutes and no one had yet to see you both. He placed his hands on your hips and pressed you against the wall, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his knees, along with his black pair of boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw how hard he already was for you, how desperate his thick cock was for your pretty little cunt. You dropped your hands to the base of his manhood and gave it a small stroke.

"Ngh— no," Max shook his head as he choked out a groan. "Just need to be inside of you." he confessed.

He pulled up your dress so it was bunched around your waist and propped up one of your legs, wrapping it around him. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against your entrance and you gasped wantonly, spreading yourself as open as you could and running your fingers through his hair.

"People might see." you whispered, grinding your pussy along his cock in desperation. He kept nudging himself against you, teasing, as always.

"You're so fucking hot," Maxwell whispered, gently pushing himself into you. His hand snapped up to your mouth, trying to silence your moans of pleasure as his thickness stretched you open. "You're so tight for me, aren't you princess?"

You couldn't even reply, and instead just nodded as the lust clouded your every thought. He doubled back before pushing himself completely into you, enjoying the way felt around his manhood. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, having you all to himself, not having to share you with anyway. He couldn't believe was fucking you in front of hundreds of guests at your own birthday gala— and you were letting him. "You- fuck, you take me so well." he praised.

"Oh Max, I don't think I'm gonna last long." you admitted, digging your fingernails into his dress shirt as he increased his speed. He was hitting that sweet spot inside of you everytime.

"I'm gonna make you cum at your own birthday party," he announced with a low, gravely chuckle. "Gonna cum around daddy's cock, aren't you princess?"

"Mm, yes daddy. Please let me cum on your cock— ah!"

You bit down on his shoulder as his hips snapped into yours and you felt your climax undo, nothing but pure satisfaction washing over you. As Max felt you quiver around him, it spurred him over the edge and he spilt ropes of his seed inside of you, painting your pretty walls.

You stayed there for a few moments, against the wall, both heaving and panting, until Max's cock eventually softened and fell out of you. He sighed, carefully dropping you back to the ground and tucking himself back into his pants. You smoothed out his hair and he used his thumb to swipe away any of your smudged makeup.

"Happy birthday princess," he mumbled, pressing a sweet kiss into your lips. "Are you ready to go back to the party?"

You nodded happily, kissing him back. "I am. I love you so much."

Maxwell took your hand and held you close, the both of you heading back into the light and walking over to the dance floor. "I love you too." he revealed as he wrapped his hands around your waist and began to slow dance with you again.

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malecsecretsanta · 3 years

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Merry Christmas, lalelilolusworld!

For @lalelilolusworld. Hey secret giftee, I’m so happy I got to write a little something for you. I really appreciate you and I’m glad we got talking because you’re a ray of sunshine in my day. Enjoy <3

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*****

Magnus trudges along the basketball court, his head bent forward and raindrops sliding down the side of his face. The campus is painted gray by the rain and the cold drops of water feel like weary tears on his cheeks. He fears his makeup is running with it.

Two students are playing basketball on the concrete, the thumps of the ball bouncing back and forth like thunder in the rain as they goad each other on. It’s a comic sight, the tall, dark haired one taunting his smaller, fairer counterpart. They move swiftly around the basketball hoop, shadows among the ever-falling water.

Magnus can’t see their faces through the rain, and doesn’t see the car coming either.

The car flashes by, lifting a wave of mud and water from a blocked road drain. One second to the next, and Magnus is completely drenched, covered in dirty water. He shakes his head, sending drops of too cold, sticky water into the rain and stares in disbelief at the driver’s face, unrecognizable through the windshield. The car disappears around the corner in spite of Magnus’ angry yelling as he runs after it.

“Come back here you-” he pants, and eventually stops running.

Magnus’ feet hurt, his high heels feel uncomfortable even to walk in, and he knows his already sheer shirt is now completely see-through. The blue fabric sticks to his chest, as do his olive pants. Magnus glances at the bold, gold and blue flowers along his legs, disappointed to see his outfit ruined by the rain.

He didn’t bring a coat with him today, for the sake of fashion.

Magnus sighs deeply and rubs his arms and shoulders, trying to warm up as he starts walking again. He’s shivering already and his messenger bag bumps against his hip, all too cheery after what just happened.

“Hey! Wait-” someone calls after him.

Magnus stops, glancing over his shoulder and blinking a few times to try and see the other student better. It’s Tall, Dark and Handsome from earlier, short on breath from intense exercise still. The stranger is hunched over some sort of bundle of leather and wool, keeping it away from the rain.

“You should take this. You’re going to catch a cold otherwise,” the dark haired man offers.

Magnus takes the black and gold letter jacket, grateful. It’s extremely romantic, and he can’t help but smile a little as he glances at the leather bomber. There are a few basketball pins at the front, and apparently the stranger’s name is Alec. Magnus fumbles with the jacket, catching sight of the other boy’s last name before finding the sleeves and putting it on.

“Lightwood?” Magnus reads aloud.

“I’m Alec,” Lightwood introduces himself. “I have three siblings and we’re all into sports so you might see it around a lot…”

Alec trails off, running a hand through his messy curls of damp, brown hair. He looks shy, not quite meeting Magnus’ eyes, nor looking at Magnus’ chest through the wet fabric of the button-up shirt. It makes Magnus smile as he melts into the warmth of the jacket. He steps closer to the other student, sparing a glance at the damp tank top sticking to the strong lines of Alec’s muscular chest.

“I’m Magnus. Thank you.”

He can feel the rain dripping down his forehead, flattening the artfully spiked streaks of purple and blue strands of hair. Magnus doesn’t look his best, he knows, yet Alec’s breath catches in his throat as he smiles back to Magnus.

“Can I… can I get your number? So that you can give the jacket back later?”

Magnus has a feeling Alec is not even hitting on him on purpose.

It’s a nice change of pace from Magnus’ usually quite flirty encounters. He doesn’t mind per se, since he gets a lot of phone numbers and makes new friends this way. Magnus’ closest friends were never interested in flirting with him, however.

Their loss.

He grabs his phone from his bag, wiping water off the screen to send Alec a text. He’s adding a basketball emoji next to Alec’s name when another message comes in, from a guy he doesn’t even remember the face of. Magnus grimaces at the sight of a kitten playing with a blue bow. This is definitely not what the guy meant to send.

“Cute, is that your cat?” Alec asks, peering at the screen.

A nervous laugh breaks through Magnus’ lips and he shakes his head, pocketing the phone. Alec doesn’t press, a curling lock of hair falling in his eyes and Magnus startles when he feels a drop of water fall on his nose. It’s still raining and Magnus is sopping wet.

“Thanks again, I’ll text you when I’m home,” Magnus says, grinning.

Alec nods and Magnus takes a step back, pointing behind his shoulder because he’s not quite ready to turn around yet. Alec watches him with a gentle smile, his eyes shining through the rain, until Magnus finds the strength to look away.

*****

Magnus goes to take off the letter jacket upon getting home, but a glance in the mirror makes him pause. It’s not in the same register as his outfit, but Magnus thinks it might look quite cute with something more laid back. Who would have thought? Magnus nods to himself and lays the jacket out to dry.

He jumps in the shower to warm up, washing his hair while he’s at it and thinks back on his encounter with Alec. The water is running hot and Magnus bites his lip, smiling. He gets out of the bathroom with a cloud of condensation and puts on more comfortable clothes, grabbing his phone as he does so.

Magnus takes one last look at the picture of the cat before blocking the number.

He’s not interested in unsolicited dick pics. Going Catmando is not prominent enough, in Magnus’ opinion. The app turns dick pics into pictures of kittens and he recommends it to every person he knows that might need it. Speaking of which…

Cat: I got a dick pic. Again. As if I didn’t see enough dicks everyday.

Magnus: Darling, how many times do I have to tell you? Go Catmando! That will make one less dick for you to deal with while we change the world for the better and teach guys not to send unsolicited dick pics!

Magnus can almost hear Catarina’s sigh and wishes her good luck with her shift at the hospital. He texts Alec next, asking when they can meet up for Magnus to give the jacket back.

Perhaps he’ll snatch a date as well, Magnus surprises himself wishing. Alec did not strike him as shy, but the bubbles that keep coming up and disappearing as the basketball player types his texts speak of hesitation and thinking over what to write for too long.

Magnus: We could go out for a drink while we’re at it ;)

Alec: Sounds fun.

Magnus giggles, sprawling on his bed to keep talking with Alec. The other boy is playing hard to get, or trying to play it cool at least. Magnus wants nothing more than to slip through the cracks and throw Alec off.

Fairy lights glow warmly along the wall, lighting up familiar faces on the many pictures Magnus stuck there. He glances at the closest, Cat smiles in her scrubs and Ragnor hides behind an ancient looking book.

Magnus: You know what’s fun? Roller skating. Meet you at the rink ;)

He sends the time and place to Alec, rolling on his back with a sigh.

Magnus’ loft is small, with too many books stacked on top of each other and clothes thrown all around. He loves it. He spies a picture of Raphael frowning above his desk, and frowns right back at the young genius. Raphael graduated from high school early and he has the looks as well as the brains. No need to be condescending, Magnus wants to tell him, but this is only a picture and Alec has replied.

Alec: Okay.

Magnus grins.

*****

The roller skating rink is Magnus’ favorite place in town. He loves the retro style, neon tubes, bright lights and music blasting from the loudspeakers like the eighties are coming back to bite the skaters in the ass. Magnus knows quite a lot about that particular feeling, because roller derby gets dirty most of the time.

He meets Alec at the entrance, “Hi!”

“Hey,” Alec replies, his voice rising slightly when he meets Magnus’ eyes.

It’s endearing and Magnus leads the way towards the skates, holding his own pair in his hands already. They’re bright pink with glittery wings on the sides. Alec follows, looking around and Magnus is pretty sure he catches the other boy staring, undoubtedly appreciative of Magnus’ outfit.

Magnus is quite proud of the golden necklaces resting on his dark tank top. He tucked the shirt into his denim shorts, throwing the letter jacket on top. Magnus also catches sight of a smile on Alec’s face before Alec gets a hold of himself. Alec hesitates in front of the shelf containing his size of skates, having obviously no idea of which pair to choose.

“I recommend the purple ones,” Magnus offers helpfully, ready to go.

Alec moves away from a grim pair of black skates with a bashful smile and takes the purple one instead. They’ll go really well with his dark jeans and hoodie, in Magnus’ opinion. Alec sits down to put the skates on and Magnus makes a show of bending to tighten the laces of his own skates. He glances at Alec behind him, winking when he finds Alec staring again.

“Come on, show me what you got,” Magnus teases, darting forward.

He doesn’t go far, and Alec catches up easily, “Do I have to pass some kind of test to get my jacket back?”

“That wouldn’t be fair,” Magnus shrugs. “My team won the last three championships.”

Alec gives him an impressed look and Magnus preens, spinning around to skate backwards and look at the other boy. The rink is pretty empty, so people give them a wide berth as they skate around.

“Your siblings are into sports too?” Magnus asks Alec, knowing this is a topic they can broach.

“Yeah, Isabelle does gymnastics, Jace plays soccer, and Max is a swimmer.”

Magnus straightens with interest, because Alec’s voice is higher when he talks about Max, pride seeping through Alec’s baritone. Magnus doesn’t dare ask about Alec’s brother though, and a moment later Alec speaks up again.

“We’re so proud of him for entering so many competitions and winning.”

Alec smiles brightly and Magnus nods, and inside he feels fuzzy, because Alec’s support for his little brother is heart-warming. Magnus smiles at Alec, trying to express his admiration, and Alec must notice Magnus’ interest, because he speaks over the music playing in the background.

“Max has a severe mobility impairment,” he adds.

They keep skating and the synthesizer goes crazy so Magnus swivels around, moving with the music. Alec is smiling still, so Magnus follows the other boy’s lead and keeps talking without missing a beat.

“Are they younger than you?”

“Yeah. Isabelle and Jace are two years younger than me, and Max is our baby, I’m almost ten years older than him,” Alec replies, grinning.

“You sound close to him though,” Magnus comments, spinning around.

They skate side by side, chatting about Alec’s siblings and Magnus’ roller derby team. Alec is easy to talk to, a good listener, but he needs a little coaxing to talk about himself. Magnus corners him off to the side after a while, grinning when Alec leans back against the fence and simply stares at him when Magnus hovers close.

Magnus is about to press the palm of his hand to Alec’s chest when he changes his mind and reaches out to hold onto the other boy’s waist instead. Magnus tilts his head up for a kiss, but Alec ducks his head, swallowing quickly. Definitely shy, Magnus muses, and moves back.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he asks.

Alec nods and looks disappointed as they go sit down to remove their skates. It’s refreshing, Magnus’ dates don’t usually take their time like this and neither does he. Magnus is a people person, he likes putting himself out there and meeting new people. It’s the reason he’s the co-captain of the Brooklyn Hellhounds.

Magnus is easy to talk to and people aren’t intimidated to reach out to him. Or to send him unsolicited dick pics, the perks of leaving his number on the team’s website and some promotional posters.

Magnus bites his lip, deciding to let Alec set the pace, and wraps himself tighter in the black and gold letter jacket on their way out. He doesn’t miss Alec’s appreciative glance and struts forward, looking at the other boy over his shoulder.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” Alec hesitates. “I know this place you might like…” he trails off.

“Lead the way!”

Magnus keeps close to Alec and their arms brush as they near Taki’s Diner. The restaurant is old-fashioned, with a disgusting layer of grease over the table that Alec hurries to wipe down before letting Magnus take a seat. Red and blue ads stare them down and the menu is handwritten, with a home-made milkshake recipe that makes Magnus smile.

Toffee and vanilla with a popcorn topping sounds perfect.

Alec doesn’t even look at the menu and the manager himself strides up to them with a grin, wrapping an apron around his waist. The man — Luke, his name tag reads — is way too obvious when he gives Magnus a look, deciding whether he approves of Alec’s date or not, but eventually winks at Alec. Luke adjusts the apron and grabs a notepad to take their orders.

“The usual for you, Son?” he asks Alec, who nods. “And for you, young man?”

“I’ll try the home-made milkshake,” Magnus replies graciously.

Luke beams and jots it down, sauntering away to prepare their orders. Magnus takes the opportunity to go around the table and sit down next to Alec. It feels less formal this way, and Alec tenses briefly before coming to the same conclusion and relaxing slightly. His eyes trail down the length of Magnus’ legs under the table when Magnus crosses them.

“What’s your major?” Magnus can’t help but grin when Alec startles.

“Engineering.”

“That’s very vague.”

“Civil Engineering,” Alec explains, and his eyes light up with laughter, “I want to work with architects, design bridges.”

“Well I’m glad, because if you meant electrical engineering I would have left on the spot,” Magnus teases him.

“Do you study electrical engineering?” Alec asks him.

Magnus gasps in fake horror, “No! Chemistry.”

Alec chuckles and Luke comes back with a plate of fries and a soda for Alec. Then, he places a glass overflowing with whipped cream in front of Magnus, who hurries to scoop a mouthful of the popcorn on top before it gets soggy. He sighs in delight at the explosion of flavors on his tongue.

“This is good,” he moans, leaning into Alec.

The basketball player picks at the fries between them, fire spreading on his cheeks and Magnus chuckles. He takes a sip of his milkshake before leaning his head on Alec’s shoulder with a sigh.

“So, a guy came up to me and looked ready to get into a fight with me because of the jacket. Jealous ex, or someone who can’t stand you?”

Alec chokes on a mouthful of soda, “What? Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

“Just kidding!” Magnus amends, touching Alec’s arm in an attempt to comfort him.

They stare at each other in silence and for a moment Magnus thinks he ruined everything. Then Alec puts his hand on Magnus’ knee, palm warm and surprisingly wide. Alec swallows quickly and locks eyes with Magnus, his thumb rubbing a circle onto Magnus’ naked thigh.

“You don’t have any exes to worry about.”

“Good,” Magnus breathes out, “So I can keep the jacket?”

Alec kisses him. His lips are rough over Magnus’, and the kiss is clumsy as Alec tries to take too much all at once, eager and impatient. Magnus misses him as soon as Alec moves back and chases after the engineering student, sliding a hand in Alec’s hair to take control of the kiss.

The wet slide of their lips is smoother this time, and Alec gasps as Magnus runs his tongue over Alec’s upper lip. The kiss tastes of sugar and a shiver runs down Magnus’ spine in response as he scoots closer, throwing his leg over Alec’s.

Magnus sighs into the kiss when Alec sucks on his bottom lip, careful although his hand slides onto Magnus’ thigh. Magnus doesn’t mind the feeling of calloused hands on his skin, his own fingers curling into Alec’s hair, but Alec catches hold of himself and breaks away again, chest heaving.

“You can keep the jacket.”

*****

Magnus invites Alec to his next bout. They struggle to find time to see each other in person with their fast approaching finals, so it makes sense to have Alec there. The Brooklyn Hellhounds are fairly popular for a roller derby team, and it’s nice to see a familiar face in the crowd too.

It’s not that Magnus doesn’t know the people that come to the bouts, but rather that he tends to avoid some of them. It’s what happens when he receives unsolicited dick pics from supporters. Magnus doesn’t want anything else to do with them.

It’s easy enough to move away from one of the supporters that sent him a dick pic recently (it turned into a cute orange kitten), and Magnus moves along the neon lights around the rink, to the rhythm of upbeat music.

He skates towards Alec with a grin, skidding to a stop in front of the basketball player. Magnus tugs on the hood of Alec’s sweatshirt, grinning, and Alec lays a hand on Magnus’ waist, hesitant.

“Hey,” Alec breathes out.

“Hi.”

Magnus knows he looks different than the last time they saw each other. The High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus’ persona, is a sight to behold, from the powerful flick of eyeliner around Magnus’ eyes to the deep crimson lipstick he wears. Magnus’ fishnet tights disappear beneath leather shorts and the plunging neckline of his shirt leaves little to the imagination, if the splatter of glitter on Magnus’ collarbones didn’t attract enough attention to his naked chest.

“I believe this calls for a good luck kiss,” Magnus suggests slyly.

“Are you sure? Your makeup,” Alec asks, frowning.

Magnus nods eagerly, leaning in and Alec chuckles, pecking him carefully on the lips. It’s sweet, in a way, that Alec pays attention to Magnus’ makeup, but it makes Magnus pout. He grabs a handful of the engineering student’s hoodie, bringing him closer.

“I know I don’t need much luck but that was barely a kiss. Do it properly,” he smirks against Alec’s lips.

Alec wraps his arms around Magnus’ waist and sweeps him off his skates this time. Magnus moans into Alec’s mouth, kissing back just as hard, panting by the time they break apart. Alec’s lips have taken a slightly pink tinge, and Magnus sends him one last kiss before rolling off, running his thumb around his mouth to remove any unflattering stains.

The Brooklyn Hellhounds win the bout.

*****

Alec is sweet and has checked in on Magnus everyday, even offering to study together when Magnus lacked the motivation. The basketball player had taken Magnus’ refusal well, both of them very aware that they would get little studying done if they met up.

They text in between studying instead. They chat for a while, avoiding the topic of their finals.

Magnus: I’ve always wanted a cat

Alec: I knew you were a cat person!

Magnus: Are you? ;)

Alec: Guess you’ll have to find out…

Magnus grins, a sappy smile he doesn’t bother to hide. Nobody can see him in his loft anyway and Raphael’s judgmental scowl from the picture on the wall doesn’t feel half as intense as it usually does in real life.

Alec grows more and more confident every time they speak, to Magnus’ delight.

He likes this playful side of Alec and cannot wait to finally meet up for coffee. A proper date is long overdue, although Magnus rather liked their outings so far. He has taken to wearing the letter jacket a lot and his friends have noticed, but none of them asked questions about the last name between Magnus’ shoulder blades.

*****

Naturally, Magnus shows up to Alec’s game next. The sound there is deafening, the arena is so crowded with Shadowhunters supporters that Magnus struggles to see the other team’s supporters. He’s wearing Alec’s jacket and walks down to the court, lingering there and wondering if he’ll get to talk to Alec before the game.

The team runs out to a wave of cheers and Magnus catches sight of Alec’s tall frame, his dark jersey standing out against his pale skin. Alec looks around and beams when he spots Magnus, jogging up to him. Magnus feels like the crowd has disappeared for a moment and slides his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, smiling.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. We trained hard for this game,” Alec replies, stepping closer.

“No need for a good luck kiss then?”

Magnus is teasing, but Alec pecks him on the lips without a warning and grins, stepping away immediately. His teammates are getting ready and Magnus watches Alec go, lips tingling with the ghost of a kiss still.

He has already seen Alec play once, but this is different.

Alec seems galvanized among his teammates and the roar of their supporters only spurs him on. Magnus jumps to his feet every time the shot clock is about to run out, deeply involved in the game, and chants with the rest of the Shadowhunters’ supporters to celebrate their victory.

Alec sprints across the court and climbs up the stairs to grace Magnus with a victorious kiss. He reeks of sweat and his jersey sticks to Magnus’ clothes as Alec holds onto the lapels of the letter jacket to keep Magnus close. Magnus would not change it for anything, even sliding a hand beneath Alec’s black and gold jersey to feel his strong back, wondering if Alec has a six pack.

“So you’re more into celebratory kisses?” Magnus breathes out when they finally part.

“Mostly into you,” Alec blurts out, blushing.

*****

Magnus flops down on his bed with a sigh. Finals are over, now the only thing left to do is wait. He fumbles for his phone and finds Alec’s last message, glossy lips stretching into a grin. It’s time to plan their next date.

Magnus: Can’t wait to see you again

Alec takes a while to reply sometimes, but not today. Magnus settles more comfortably on his bed as he reads the message, trying to think of somewhere to go, or something to do with the engineering student.

Alec: Should we meet up tonight?

Magnus: Definitely! I don’t really want to go out though…

Alec: Why not? You like going out

Magnus: Well, I’d rather keep you to myself

It’s true, Magnus has never been alone with Alec and he wants to know what the basketball player is like when it’s just the two of them. Alec is bound to enjoy it more too, shy like he is, so Magnus is surprised he hasn’t agreed yet.

Alec:: Yeah? What for?

Magnus smirks at that and sits up, snapping a selfie while he’s at it. He wore Alec’s letter jacket once again, with ripped jeans. His hair is messed up from running his hands through it all afternoon and Magnus’ makeup consisted mostly in mascara and eyeliner.

Magnus: You’d get all this just for yourself, plus we could order take out, cuddle and watch a movie together.

Alec takes longer to reply this time, so Magnus busies himself tidying his loft, but jogs back to his bed when he hears the notification of a new message. He smiles at the sight of a text from Alec. Magnus hurries to open it, and promptly drops the phone as soon as his eyes land on a tabby kitten with big blue eyes running in the grass.

This can’t be, not from Alec.

How ironic is this, Magnus muses painfully. He told Alec how much he likes cats and now, Going Catmando turned a very unsolicited, very disappointing dick pic into a kitten. He blames himself almost immediately for expecting Alec to be any different. They kissed on the first date after all, and Alec nearly groped Magnus after winning his basketball game. Magnus should have expected the dick pic sooner or later.

He wipes his eyes angrily when he realizes he’s crying. Magnus is disappointed and it hurts more than getting in a fight, in his opinion, because there is no apologizing for this. Magnus glances at the kitten, quite the cutie this one, and throws his phone to the other side of the bed with a hiccup.

The picture feels like a slap, and Magnus regrets even accepting the letter jacket from Alec when they first met. He should have known, who would bother giving their jacket to a stranger without ulterior motives?

Magnus’ phone lights up with another message, a picture again, and Magnus turns his back on the screen. He doesn’t want any more cat pictures. Maybe he should keep the jacket, just to spite Alec. He could pretend to be a crazy ex and ruin the engineering student’s future relationships. Magnus would probably do them a favor and spare them from unsolicited dick pics.

The messages keep coming and Magnus sits on the bed, wrapping his arms around his knees and hugging his legs close to his chest with an ugly sob. He ruined his makeup already, he thinks, and the messages won’t stop. How long will it take for Alec to understand that there is no point in sending more? Magnus is not interested.

At least they haven’t made plans for a date, Magnus won’t need to look at the kittens to cancel. Maybe it would have felt better to just bail on Alec though, and Magnus’ shoulders shake as he keeps crying.

He should ring Catarina, tell her all about it. They would vent their frustrations together, and maybe Cat would finally go Catmando too.

Eventually, Magnus’ phone goes quiet again. He breathes in deeply and reaches out carefully to pick it up, wiping his eyes with his other hand. It’s covered in black stains, mascara and eyeliner wasted over yet another boy.

Magnus clenches his jaw as he unlocks his phone, ready to block Alec and delete his number, but his eyes inevitably fall to the kittens. It’s always the same one, in various poses and Magnus frowns. In all the time he has been using Going Catmando, he never received the same kitten twice.

There are even familiar looking shoes in one of the pictures.

Magnus scrolls down against his better judgment and startles as Alec’s face comes into view, the kitten nuzzling against the basketball player’s neck. Magnus wonders idly how the kitten got up on Alec’s shoulder, then there is the dawning realization. He sends a message with trembling fingers, and hopes he won’t regret it.

Magnus: Do you have videos?

The reply takes a while, but the video comes in eventually and Magnus plays it a few times, not believing his eyes, or his ears for that matter. Alec rambles happily, scratching the tabby kitten’s ears. They’re outside still, and Alec seems to be sitting cross-legged in the grass. Other cats stroll about and Magnus even catches a meow in the distance.

“I volunteer at an animal shelter — don’t tell anyone — and this little one won’t leave me alone. Isn’t he cute? I called him Church!”

Magnus shifts on his bed. This really wasn’t a dick pic then? He exchanges a few more texts with Alec, tentatively inviting the shy boy to his place, like he suggested earlier.

The animal shelter must be closer than Magnus thought, because Alec shows up at his door before Magnus gets to fix his makeup. Alec’s eyes are blown wide at the sight and he steps inside, cupping Magnus’ face and running his thumbs gently under Magnus’ eyes.

“What happened? Your finals…”

“It’s nothing,” Magnus tries to brush him off.

When he turns to face the mirror, his make-up looks almost alright. Alec removed the ungraceful stains on Magnus’ cheeks and even managed to make some sort of smokey-eye out of Magnus’ ruined eyeliner.

“Isabelle ruined her make-up a lot when she was in high school,” Alec says sheepishly.

Magnus smiles and steps closer to Alec, leaning into him and wrapping his arms around Alec. He breathes in deeply until he feels brave enough to explain what happened and the ridiculous conclusions Magnus came to.

“Have you ever heard of the Going Catmando application?”

“No,” Alec tilts his head, pressing a kiss to Magnus’ hair. “What is it?”

“It turns dick pics into pictures of kittens instead.”

Alec chuckles at first, but stops almost immediately as he realizes what happened. Magnus sighs and goes to move back when Alec tightens his arms around Magnus and they’re left staring into each other’s eyes.

“You thought… oh. I wouldn’t do that,” Alec mumbles.

“I didn’t think you would, so it came as a shock.”

“Poor Church,” Alec mutters.

Magnus lets out a giggle and hides his face in the crook of Alec’s neck, making the other boy laugh too. It’s good to clear things up and Magnus can’t help but think that later down the line, when they know each other better, maybe he won’t mind very solicited dick pics.

Not yet though, and he hugs Alec in the meantime, listening to his heartbeat as they shake with laughter, together.

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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Live ur Life

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x latina plus size! female reader

Warning: cursing

Specifics: plus size reader, mexican reader, latin reader, one-shot, romance, fluff, comedy, angst

People: steve, joyce, jonathan, nancy, will, el

Words: 2,318

Requested: By @glimmercrest I can’t live my life without requesting a masterpiece from you. Steve Harrington x Latina plus size reader? reader is a chola but minus the bad makeup. A badass reader who isn’t insecure but is still aware that they aren’t what guys look for. Reader is grunge rebel mechanic biker type also childhood friends with the Byers family and friends with Nancy. Reader begins 2 like Steve after the chaos.They don’t pursue their feelings even tho their friends know. Maybe Steve starts to notice them too?

Authors Note: so this is after season 3. i know anything about cars, mechanics nothing, nada so forgive me if i sound like a total dumb a*s. also i really got the feels with this one and got a bit philosophical.

“Papa, can you hand me that wrench over there?” You asked, your arm waiting patiently stretched out from under the car of the old lady that worked at a laundry mat across the street named Alondra. You worked for your father at his mechanic shop.

Your father quickly got the wrench for you. “Mira, y/n.”

You smile as you got to work on your passion. You were taught at a young age how to fix cars, motorcycles, anything with an engine and you loved that greasy life style. Your father always wanted boys but instead he got you. Lets just say when it came to cars, you were better than sons.

“Okay mi amor. Your car looks good and you’ve kept it in great shape. She’s a beauty.” You wiped your hands getting the grease off as you unraveled your hair from the bun it was in.

“Bueno, adios Alondra,” you smiled to the old lady, giving her a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Gracias mija, say, my grandson is visiting us for the weekend, how about you two go out for the night and spend time together? You are very beautiful and he is so sweet, and strong.”

You laugh as you kiss her cheek again, “goodbye Ms. Alondra.” You knew she was trying to play matchmaker.

“Y/n, someone in the front of the store is waiting for you.” Your father played with his toothpick between his mouth.

You waved to Alondra and walked to the mystery person.

The front door opened making a chiming sound as you saw that it was Nancy.

“Hey girl, how’s everything?”

Nancy turned around with tears falling from her eyes. It looked like she was crying a lot. “I can’t believe he’s going to leave.” She ran to you with opened arms and cried into your shoulder. “Why does it have to be him?”

You were so caught up in work and making sure your friends and yourself were okay mentally from all the chaos that happened, especially with Max losing her brother that you forgot about the Byers family moving away and El. It was a shock to all and you were devastated as well. Jonathan was like a brother to you. He was your best friend even before all this and the Byers family was like your second home.

You comforted Nancy saying, “I know baby, I know. Listen, things are going to be hard and they are going to be sh*t but you are strong, you are a strong woman you hear me. You are going to get through this because you have me. I’m here for you girl.” You rubbed her hair with your acrylic nails, feeling so sorry for your best friend. You know Jonathan meant so much to her. They were so cute together and they belonged to one another.

After you comforted her and soothed her to relax she sat beside you on a crate as you brought coke for you both to enjoy and talk.

“Its going to be hard for me to say goodbye. I don’t know if I can do it.” Nancy looked at the oncoming traffic, trying to take her mind off of the sadness.

“Yeah I feel ya,” you took a swig. “They meant a lot to me. Life ain’t gonna be the same without them, you know. They made me feel welcomed in a town where nobody really looked like me. Not only am I fat but I am Mexican, they ain’t nobody like me here. I felt like an outsider and they took me and my family in without a second thought.”

“You’re pretty bad a*s and beautiful.” Nancy chuckled.

You giggled, “yeah, unfortunately Joyce gotta work some things out. After Hopper’s death she needs time. Time has a way of healing wounds but this just shows me that life is precious and its short and you gotta make the best of it.”

“By making the best of it do you mean with Steve?” Nancy wiggled her eyebrows.

Nancy knew you’ve had a crush Steve. You were always friends with him and never really liked him but it was after all the chaos that you saw his true colors and how happy he made you feel. You slapped Nancy’s leg, “da*n girl you too much!” You were silent. “You never know though where life can take you.”

Later that day was the moving day. Nancy had told you to come even though you rather had said your goodbyes on the phone so no one could see you cry, but you knew you would have regretted it. You drove over to the Byers house in your motorcycle and everyone was there. They were already crying, holding hands, hugging. It all was too much for you. You stormed quickly in their empty house. Shocked by how vacant it was. You remembered all the memories here. All the good times you all shared. It seemed like yesterday. You stood in the bathroom looking at yourself in the mirror. You tried to not cry so your makeup wouldn’t get ruined but it was tough. You finally let it all out but somebody wrapped you up in their arms.

“C’mon you can’t be crying. I’ve never seen you cry.” Jonathan held your face in his hands, smirking.

“I hate you sometimes Byers,” you giggled but then cried again. “Why do you have to go?” You hugged him tightly not wanting him to go.

“I have to breathe you know.” he laughed but as you looked up at his face you could tell he wanted to cry as well.

“Dude, you know I got you. You grown, he*l if you want to stay I got an extra room at my house, he*l you could sleep in my bed if you want just please don’t leave me.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jonathan wiped your tears away. “I’m not leaving you. I might be a ways away but I’m still going to call you everyday to make sure you didn’t beat someones a*s. Besides, my mom needs me. Especially right now, she really needs me.”

You nodded, “I know. There’s just so much I want to say but there is such little time.”

Jonathan hugs you, “we got time. This is not a goodbye, this is a see you later.”

“You better visit dam*it! And you better call everyday cause if you don’t I swear your a*s is grass.” You pointed your long nailed fingers at him.

Jonathan laughed but then tears came out of his eyes as he embraced you hard.

“Man, why do I gotta love you so much. I’m really gonna miss you. Tú sabes qué, you, you are my family right? You know life ain’t gonna be the same without you guys.”

“Jonathan we gotta go,” Joyce called.

You walked Jonathan out and everyone was saying their goodbyes. You embraced Joyce and Will.

“What do you want for Christmas, son?” You shook Will’s hair.

“That new bike that just came out. It looks really cool,” Will’s eyes lit up.

“You got it kid.” You hugged him as you helped him in the truck.

“You spoil him too much,” Joyce kissed your cheek as you two said goodbye to each other.

“Hey, since you’re the strong one of the family, you think you can keep an eye on those two stinkers?” You knelt down to El.

El cried as she nodded.

“Aye mi linda, I’m gonna miss you. You are so important to all of us and we all love you no matter what.”

They all went in the truck and were driving out of the drive way until Jonathan put his window down and called you over. “This frickin boy, ay dios mio.” You ran to him. “What?”

“Life is waiting for you okay. Gratitude, okay. We all should be gracious for the time we have. You are going to achieve so many great things y/n. You just gotta go live.”

A tear fell down as you kissed his cheek. “See you later mi hermano.”

In a haste you rode your motorcycle. You thought about what Jonathan told you. “You just gotta go live.” It kept echoing in your head. You stopped your bike abruptly and hopped off to bang on the door.

“Hello?” Steve came out in his pjs after going through many interviews with Robin. “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“Okay, just shut up for a minute and let me speak. Life is short okay. Its really short and sometimes we have regrets and those eat us inside and potentially kill us-”

“Alright what does that have to do with-”

“Shut up. The thing is, I don’t want to have regrets. I don’t want to live my life thinking what if, what if. I want to live. I want my life to mean something and to spend time with the people I care about. Things could change. Life is full of unexpected events. But I don’t want regrets. I don’t want to regret not taking you out. So Steve Harrington, would you do me the pleasure of going out on a date with this thick, fat, churro of a girl? Cause if you don’t go out with me, I might lose my mind, just saying.”

Steve was hella excited he thought he might explode. He showed off a huge grin and said, “wait here.” He closed to door leaving you waiting for him on your motorcycle.

Steve never really was that interested in you. He thought you were gorgeous but he assumed you would never fall for him that’s why you two were always friends but in the past couple of weeks he couldn’t take his mind off of you. All he thought about was you.

“Ready,” Steve brushed his hair with his fingers as he wore his denim jacket, ready for the date. “How do I look?”

You paused, teasing him as you tilted your head to the side. You were leaning against your motorcycle. Your nail tapped your chin lightly as you made believe to think of an answer. “I think you look delicioso,” you combed through his hair with your nails.

“God talk Spanish to me,” he bit his lips and humped the air jokingly. “What did you say though?”

You hopped on your bike and raised your thin eyebrows, “pero you don’t know? A woman my dear Steve doesn’t ever share her secrets.” You winked. “Now hop on.” You hit his butt.

He climbed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think I could get used to it.”

“Here, wear this” You gave him your helmet. “Lets ride!”

You stopped at a comfy Mexican food truck. “My cousin owns this bad boy.” You slapped the truck. “Hey papo, what do I got to do to get some good food up in here?”

Your cousin’s head popped out with a smile and he ushered you to sit stating the food was on the house and saying he was going to get the best of the best for you two. He grinned seeing you with Steve, he left mumbling, “finally ella tiene un novio.”

“Wow this place is really cool.” Steve looked around.

“I’m glad you like it,” you opened up a soda taking a huge chug.

“I heard Jonathan moved today. I know you guys were close. How was it?”

You bit your nails as you tried to stay cool.

Steve grabbed your hands, “its okay not to be okay.”

You faked smiled. “It was tough. He’s been there for me through a lot. He’s a good person.”

“Sorry about how I acted when I was young. I was a huge-”

“D*ck?”

He chuckled, “yeah thanks for that but honestly I was. I was really mean and acted super selfish and like I was entitled and sh*t but I’m so glad I’ve changed. I’m done with that Steve. Do you think I’ve changed?”

“Definitely. 100 percent. I remember you used to make fun of my weight and just make fun of me but now you’re pretty rad.”

“Sh*t I’m sorry. God I hate myself sometimes.” His head fell into his hands.

“Stop. Sometimes we do things we’re not proud of. We’re not perfect, the important thing is if we change. I’ve changed. I remember I was this insecure little b*tch when I was young. I hated how I let people walk all over me and that I thought I didn’t deserve love or happiness. I changed and I’m never going to think like that again.”

Suddenly, these group of guys started to point and laugh at you. They made fun of your outfit and your weight. You rolled your eyes. “Excuse me.”

“No excuse me,” Steve stood up to those guys. “Why don’t you guys just leave her alone? You think you’re way better than anyone else but you all just need to get the h*ll out of here. Why don’t you go to the mirror and make fun of yourself? That would be super entertaining.”

The guys shut up as Steve smirked at you. “Needed to teach those guys a lesson.”

“Not bad Harrington, not bad.”

You two ate your dinner while your cousin blasted the news to all your family members and they are setting up the wedding date and everything.

“I’m stuffed,” you hopped on your motorcycle. “Where to now Steve?”

Steve went behind you and rested his hands near your butt. “Why don’t we be like those cheesy movies and ride to a cliff or to a part where it looks over the town. Maybe make out there or talk who knows, wherever the wind takes us and we can just chill.”

You bit your lip as you grinned, “eh, its only 10:15. I got time to spare.” You revved up your bike and set off to your destination, ready to start this new journey called life.

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my opinion on the six of crows cast!!!

i just want to say that i have nothing agenst any of these actors this is just my opinion and how they mach up with the characters i pictured in my head.

Kaz beker

played by: Freddy Carter

for me he is not the perfect actor for the role as kaz. he just dose not match the imige in my head like this (not my art). in most fan art i have seen Kaz has a long face, sharp cheek bones, longish hair on the top with the sides and back shaved very short.

Freddy has the sharp cheek bones, and can defiantly do a pretty good evil/plotting/seeming face. though his face in to super long that is not a big deal, and the hair is something makeup artist can help fix. i think it is worth giving him a shot and seeing how the show turns out.

Inej

played by : amita suman

i personally like Amita for the role. i always pictured Inej with a soft, kind but determand and sometimes stern face.

also Amita also became a lead character in season 2 of the outpost (i dont know much about it) the character she plays in it is a fearless, determand, independent young girl who is seeking justis for the deaths of her family. many of these characteristics can also be-found in Inej. over all i realy like Amita as Inej

Nina

played by: Danielle Galligan

i am rather indifferent on her as Nina, on the one hand she looks a lot like the fan art, but i always picture Nina different than every one else.

i dont know much about her as an actress but i am exited to see her as nina in the new six of crows!

Matthias Helvar

played by: Calahan Skogman

to me there is something that dose not seem Matthias to me, but that might just be this one photo. Calahan dose have the blond hair and square head, but when looking at fan art there are multiple different themes/ideas for Matthias like long or short hair.. etc. also matthias is kinda known for having a very stern face that melts into a soup of emotions very easily. so i think he has some promise as matthias.

Jasper

played by: kit young

right of the bat i am not a fan. to me kit young looks nothing like the jasper in my head or in fanart. i dont know but afert a rather long time of scroling through picture of him non show the rye, smooth tonged, ADD, bisexal shooter boy we know and love! you are intideld to your own opinion and dont have to agree with me, but it is my opinion that they could have found some one better to play jasper.

Wylan

played by: Unknown

as of right now there is no one casted to be Wylan Van Eck!! why you might ask, according to multiple articals wylan will not be joining the group until some tie after the first season. i am rather disapointed bc i live of jasper x wylan moments. because there is no one casted for the role of wylan yet i will give my preferd actor.

at the moment i realy like the idea of max barczak as wylan. why you ask? well look at him! he has that sweet insentient but intelligent look about him!! tho they would have to die his hair read and change out actors like half way trough (bc of the hole not looking like himself thing) but still...

so ya i hoped injoyed that i gess... i dont know i am a disfunctional dislexic bisexual with ADHD and have not sleeped in over 24 hours...

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bluboothalassophile · 4 years

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Hey! I just started reading the HfaB universe stuff. And I really like reading your stuff with Terry. I was hoping for some stuff with older Lian. Since she is probably my favourite kid in the comics. I think it would be cool tho to see some Terry and Lian besties interaction

Hello,

Lian and Terry are HfaB besties but for whatever reason this one shot did not go in that direction, but I hope you enjoy older Lian! =)

Sadie Hawkins Problems...

Lian Thea Harper was not a wuss, nor was she intimidated, and she firmly believed that she could take whatever problem came at her head on and with a lot of fire power backing her up.

After all, she was the daughter of Roy Harper and Jason Todd.

And YES, she was their daughter, didn’t matter that both her dads were married, they were her parents well before they had gotten hitched. Which was why, Lian had a problem at school with the Sadie Hawkins Dance, she would fucking handle it! It wasn’t like she was a pussy and couldn’t ask a guy out!

She was not a lesbian or something despite the rumors flying around behind her back; she was aware of the rumors, she just didn’t give a shit. If the best thing people had to obsess about was the sexual identity of someone who was not them, then they were sad folks. Besides, it wasn’t like it would fucking matter. Sex was private and personal and everyone else’s opinions could butt out.

But the problem was, she had boasted she’d be at the dance; with a date, and even if it killed her (because it really and truly just might), she would have a date for the night. Allie Jackson had ignited the challenge to Lian by laughing in Lian’s face when Lian had straight up said she would love to go to the dance but she had plans. Then Ally had proceeded to inform Lian that she was essentially an ugly, tasteless cow who wouldn’t dare to show her face at the Sadie Hawkins dance in shame because her unfeminine self couldn’t even attract a guy. Lian of course had only just refrained from punching Allie in her stupid face, but stated she’d be there, in a dress and with a date! And the problem was: no guy apparently was ballsy enough to just man up and say yes to her. She had asked her crush, the linebacker on Varsity, but he said he was waiting on Sandy Swanson’s ask, her second crush, the point guard, had said no so nervously after assuring her he was flattered and thought it sweet she was trying to stay in the closet but he was going out of the closet (yeah, that one was a shock), and the geek in chemistry, he had had an asthma attack and she had run him to the nurse’s office.

Which was what brought her into the Young Justice meeting.

Normally she would NEVER do this. But she was desperate.

Her team, her childhood friends, who were really more like siblings, if she was honest, consisted of Mar'i Grayson (who could literally get anyone she wanted if she asked), Helena Wayne (who was liable to steal it if people didn’t just hand it over to her), Max (Terry’s BFF at school who was tech support, and who also could get anyone she asked out to say yes), and Terry. There was also Mareena Curry (Princess of Atlantis), Nora West, Lara Kent, and finally, there was Tai Pham.

Her options were limited, but she’d be damned if she let Allie Jackson be right. She refused, so that left her desperate and scraping the bottom of the barrel as she stalked into YJ HQ and saw Terry working with his older brother on hand to hand while Jason talked the gathered members through what Robin was doing.

Lian stalked to the locker room, not even acknowledging her dad as she went there; she’d change, have a spar and then proceed to blackmail Terry into attending the dance with her; or Tai. The problem was she didn’t have blackmail on Tai, so she’d probably be blackmailing Terry.

Briefly Lian paused in the mirror, she was in sweats and a sports bra, and she looked at herself seriously in the mirror. Okay, so she wasn’t queen of the looks department like her biological mother was. Her black hair never laid down nicely, her nose had been busted when she was ten and testing on of Grandpa Ollie’s arrows, her face wasn’t bad, and she didn’t have a curvy figure but she was tall and athletic, she wasn’t gangly or disproportionate. She had nice skin, though there was a bit of acne on her brow from her domino mask, but she wasn’t ugly. Sure she had never put on all that makeup or dressed up for school; usually sticking to hoodies, jeans and boots, but she wasn’t hopeless!

Sighing she yanked her hair up and zipped up her hoodie. Perhaps the problem was she was tall and athletic, it wasn’t like people knew she was Speedy!

Lian sighed as she slumped against the wall and Mar'i flounced over. She could envy Mar'i, think everything was easier for Mar'i but Lian knew that that was far from the truth. Nothing had been easy for Mar'i Grayson, she knew that, but still, Lian kind of envied Mar'i for looking like a goddess.

“What’s got a frown on that face?” Mar'i giggled poking Lian’s dimple.

“Stupid stuff,” she snapped glaring at Mar'i.

“I doubt that,” Mar'i giggled. “Come on, you can tell me!”

“I need a stupid date for that stupid Sadie Hawkins Dance or that dumb bitch Allie Jackson is going to make my life a living hell for the remaining two years of high school!” Lian shrieked. And she really wanted to punch Mar'i for giggling at her plight.

“You need a date!?” her head snapped over to Tai who stood there looking at her and Mar'i.

“Uh… yeah,” she grimaced.

“I have never been to a high school dance before, it could be fun! Can I go!?” Tai pleaded.

“This was way easier than I was expecting,” Lian said.

“Is that a yes!?” he grinned. “I know all the cool dances and I promise not to geek out and make you uncool!” he promised.

“Uh… I’m cool with geeking out, so long as we don’t debate Star Wars.”

“Deal!” Tai grinned.

Lian smiled at the smaller Green Lantern and was immensely grateful to have him around now as she accepted him as her date for the Sadie Hawkins Dance.

“I get to pick the dress and pretty you up so Allie Jackson can eat her words!” Mar'i whispered as Tai bounced off.

“Obviously I need yours and Helena’s help!” Lian muttered.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #lian harper #mar'i grayson #tai pham #hopes for a bastard universe #hopes for a bastard

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Top 5 least favorite zoophobia character designs

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Welp, got the positive list out of the way. Now yet me give you the list inevitably more people will like because everyone apparently likes it when I'm negative. Go figure. Vivziepop has a whole arsenal of character designs, and here are some of my least favourites. Same ground rules for my other list apply here. And first, some dishonorable mentions.

DM 1: Jack and Damian

First things first, I don't hate the designs of the main cast. Yeah, they're simple compared to other designs in zoophobia, but, as I've said before, I like Vivz's more simple designs. But out of all the main cast, I disliked these designs the most for one reason. At least everyone else looked like their respective animal. Spam looks like a fox, Vanex looks like a cat, Kayla looks like a kangaroo, and Zill, despite the crazy colour scheme, looks like an unidentifiable creature. These guys? Damian is supposed to be this demonic jackal, but, if you look up jackal in Google Images, you'll notice that he doesn't really look like one. He looks more like some kind of wolf or fox. I don't mind the ears (hell, the horn-like, long ass ears could be his signature look ), or the eyes (he IS a demon ) but, fun fact, jackals have black ears, a black tail, and a distinct black patch of fur on their backs. Some liberties can be taken with colours, I suppose (I mean, we have a freaking purple cat in our midst, you think I'm drawing the line at the canines? ), but perhaps parts of his fur could be made darker in order to get him to resemble a jackal. Jack is a wolf/jackal hybrid, yet he looks more like a domestic dog or a rabbit. It's mainly his ears that cause the problems. Maybe give him more wolfish ears. Seriously vivz, what wolf or jackal looks like that?

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For this next entry, I shall perform my best Nicholas Cage impression. *ahem*

DM 2 : Most of the Party Dawgs

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! MY EYES! MY EYES! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

*cough * Anyways, now that I've finished my hyperbolic reaction to the party dawgs, let me single some out. Koko, Mint, and Raven. Koko (aka the purple one with purple clothes) literally looks like a clone of Mint (the green one). The only differences between the two are colours, hair being parted on opposite sides, and slight clothing difference. And let's be honest, Raven literally looks like another Jayjay. But hey, at least their colours don't make my eyes bleed.

Now onto the list proper.

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5. Tom

Look, to anyone on this site who wants to know what I think of Tom, he's just meh. There's nothing really that special about him. Oh, you're a lonely demon? It's not like we have someone in the main cast like that already. Oh, you can be something of a charmer and attract a lot of ladies? Hi Zill! And Tom's design isn't helping his case. He looks like a recoloured Bozzwick or a genderbent Ink. There's nothing really creepy or strange about his appearance. You could argue that his eyes are strange, but plenty of other characters have strange eyes, and Tom's eyes aren't even the strangest. He doesn't look demon-y. He looks like another edgy teen. And yeah, I might be a hypocrite here because I love Damian's male human design, but in his case it's kind of funny. I mean, it's just amusing to me that someone like Dame (who is also the anti christ ) looks like a hot topic addict. It's just so weirdly fitting it's hilarious. Same can't really be said for Tom though. ....

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4. Styx, Tentadora, and Jillian.

Three way tie! Whooo! Okay, but in all seriousness, I put these guys here because they all suffer the same problems. They need some adjustments to their designs and a change in colour pallets. Go back to ch 3 of zoophobia, and look at how much these guys seem out of place in hell. These three characters become a major distraction as your eye is immediately drawn to them instead of whatever more important scene is going on. Give them a colour pallet that helps them blend in a little more. Jillian, I feel, since the poorer parts of Hell are have a more Western feel, should have a more Western influence since that's where she came from. Maybe give her boots or a bandana. around her neck. Styx needs the most change since he looks like a recoloured Damian. Take the ears and tail away. Perhaps give him a more Victorian influence while keeping Tenta's western influence to represent their clashing personalities. Maybe give Tenta a hat or apron to make her look more like a member of Hell's staff.

3. Elijah

Look, I know a lot of people love his design, but Eli's design bugs me on a couple levels. Why? Well, look at some of the other snake characters that take on a bi-pedal stance, such as Gustav, Quinton, the Max brothers, and Castello. You might notice something. ...slightly different autonomy wise. Look, I appreciate that Vivz is making some of her characters look vastly different than others, but in this circumstance. ...why? Why does Eli get to have a more snakey influence? Shouldn't he resemble Gustav since their both snakes? Why does Eli get to have a snake head, but none of the other snakes do? I know, Dollcreep came up with Eli's original design, but Dollcreep came up with Gustav's original design too. There, we had the same problem with heads we do here, so yeah, this reflects on Dollcreep as well for inconsistency. Besides, Vivz could've fixed this problem while redesigning Elijah. As for the colour pallet, while yes, pink and white are overused in Vivz's characters, I'd argue it makes sense here with Eli being albino. However, I'd make the colours on his face and in his hair lighter. Albinos can't really keep pigments in their skin and hair, so it'd be impossible for Eli to be as... covered in pink as he is. Unless he, for some reason, constantly dies his hair and paints squares on his face. That would actually be pretty funny.

Damian : Eli, you've been in the bathroom for 2 hours, what are you doing?

Eli: Putting pink squares all over my body. As normal people do.

Damian : But...why tho?

Eli: Aesthetic.

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2. Jayjay

AAAAAAAAAAAH! MY EYE-- yeah, I'm not doing that joke again.

Look, I liked Jay in the Die Young video. Her colours weren't as saturated and they worked well together. Everywhere else? Not only do her colours clash terribly against each other, with a few exceptions, her colour pallet is always so bright it's actually painful to look at for more than two seconds. Her design in Die Young was just fine. It communicated exactly what it needed to about Jayjay. Not to mention it used contrasting colours in a way that was nicer to look at. Lesson here kids? Jay doesn't need a loud design. She needs and effective design.

Also, any Dollcreep fans who try to come out of the woodwork to say shit along the lines of "Dollcreep did it sooooo much better "

....no he didn't. Get off my front porch, you wannabe edgelords. I'm the non straight edge Lord of social ineptitude here!

And number one goes to......

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1. Whitney

.....you know, if I didn't already use the Nick Cage joke already, I'd be hamming the shit out of it rn.

Look, I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep this dude on the list, since unlike the others, I dunno if vivz is still using him, and I didn't want to go after a character she may have abandoned, BUT JESUS ALMIGHTY.

This design actually hurts my head when I look at it. Take everything I said about Jayjay and stick it here, except times 100! The colours are far too bright, and clash horribly. ..to quote my buddy, @imviotrash when they first saw him, "What even is Whitney? "

I'll leave so I don't need to look at this much longer, but as usual, tell me what you think!

I apologize for wasting your time.

-ATOUN

Ps. Let me know your favorite or least favorite zp designs! I'd love to see what others think!

#zoophobia

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