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Contemporary Pool San Francisco A large, modern backyard with stamped concrete and a hot tub with a unique shape is an example.

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San Francisco Pool Hot Tub

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It’s Pride 2023! Time to put up some more comic recs!

This time I’ve put together some stories about discovering one’s own queer identity, outlining a family history of queerness, and several stories where being queer isn’t the focus - queer characters are simply allowed to be.

Belle of the Ball By Mari Costa

High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her. And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.

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The Moth Keeper By Kay O’Neill

Anya is finally a Moth Keeper, the protector of the lunar moths that allow the Night-Lily flower to bloom once a year. Her village needs the flower to continue thriving and Anya is excited to prove her worth and show her thanks to her friends with her actions, but what happens when being a Moth Keeper isn't exactly what Anya thought it would be? The nights are cold in the desert and the lunar moths live far from the village. Anya finds herself isolated and lonely. Despite Anya's dedication, she wonders what it would be like to live in the sun. Her thoughts turn into an obsession, and when Anya takes a chance to stay up during the day to feel the sun's warmth, her village and the lunar moths are left to deal with the consequences.

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Hollow By Shannon Watters, Branden Boyer-White & Berenice Nelle

Isabel "Izzy" Crane and her family have just relocated to Sleepy Hollow, the town made famous by—and obsessed with—Washington Irving's legend of the Headless Horseman. But city slicker-skeptic Izzy has no time for superstition as she navigates life at a new address, a new school, and, with any luck, with new friends. Ghost stories aren't real, after all.... Then Izzy is pulled into the orbit of the town's teen royalty, Vicky Van Tassel (yes, that Van Tassel) and loveable varsity-level prankster Croc Byun. Vicky's weariness with her family connection to the legend turns to terror when the trio begins to be haunted by the Horseman himself, uncovering a curse set on destroying the Van Tassel line. Now, they have only until Halloween night to break it—meaning it's a totally inconvenient time for Izzy to develop a massive crush on the enigmatic Vicky. Can Izzy's practical nature help her face the unknown—or only trip her up? As the calendar runs down to the 31st, Izzy will have to use all of her wits and work with her new friends to save Vicky and uncover the mystery of the legendary Horseman of Sleepy Hollow—before it's too late. 

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Until I Meet my Husband By Ryousuke Nanasaki & Yoshi Tsukizuki

The memoir of gay activist Ryousuke Nanasaki and the first religiously recognized same-sex marriage in Japan. From school crushes to awkward dating sites to finding a community, this collection of stories recounts the author’s “firsts” as a young gay man searching for love. Dating is never ever easy, but that goes doubly so for Ryousuke, whose journey is full of unrequited loves and many speed bumps. But perseverance and time heals all wounds, even those of the heart.

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Is Love the Answer? By Uta Isaki

When it comes to love, high schooler Chika wonders if she might be an alien. She’s never fallen for or even had a crush on anyone, and she has no desire for physical intimacy. Her friends tell her that she just "hasn't met the one yet," but Chika has doubts... It's only when Chika enters college and meets peers like herself that she realizes there’s a word for what she feels inside--asexual--and she’s not the only one. After years of wondering if love was the answer, Chika realizes that the answer she long sought may not exist at all--and that that's perfectly normal.

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M Is for Monster By Talia Dutton

When Doctor Frances Ai's younger sister Maura died in a tragic accident six months ago, Frances swore she would bring her back to life. However, the creature that rises from the slab is clearly not Maura. This girl, who chooses the name "M," doesn't remember anything about Maura's life and just wants to be her own person. However, Frances expects M to pursue the same path that Maura had been on—applying to college to become a scientist—and continue the plans she and Maura shared. Hoping to trigger Maura's memories, Frances surrounds M with the trappings of Maura's past, but M wants nothing to do with Frances' attempts to change her into something she's not. In order to face the future, both Frances and M need to learn to listen and let go of Maura once and for all. Talia Dutton's debut graphic novel, M Is for Monster, takes a hard look at what it means to live up to other people's expectations—as well as our own.

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Golden Sparkle By Minta Suzumaru

Himaru Uehara’s first year of high school is off to a good start, minus one problem—he keeps having wet dreams. With only his mom and sister at home—and having skipped health class in middle school—he thinks it means there’s something wrong with him. Thankfully, a new friend has just the remedy and teaches Himaru exactly how to deal with those pesky dreams! But his solution only leads to more confusion, and the two find themselves navigating feelings they’ve never felt before.

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Thieves By Lucie Bryon

Ella can’t seem to remember a single thing from the party the night before at a mysterious stranger’s mansion, and she sure as heck doesn’t know why she’s woken up in her bed surrounded by a magpie’s nest of objects that aren’t her own. And she can’t stop thinking about her huge crush on Madeleine, who she definitely can’t tell about her sudden penchant for kleptomania… But does Maddy have secrets of her own? Can they piece together that night between them and fix the mess of their chaotic personal lives in time to form a normal, teenage relationship? That would be nice.

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Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic By Alison Bechdel

Meet Alison's father, a historic preservation expert and obsessive restorer of the family's Victorian home, a third-generation funeral home director, a high school English teacher, an icily distant parent, and a closeted homosexual who, as it turns out, is involved with his male students and a family babysitter. Through narrative that is alternately heartbreaking and fiercely funny, we are drawn into a daughter's complex yearning for her father. And yet, apart from assigned stints dusting caskets at the family-owned "fun home," as Alison and her brothers call it, the relationship achieves its most intimate expression through the shared code of books. When Alison comes out as homosexual herself in late adolescense, the denouement is swift, graphic -- and redemptive.

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She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat By Sakaomi Yuzaki

Cooking is how Nomoto de-stresses, but one day, she finds herself making way more than she can eat by herself. And so, she invites her neighbor Kasuga, who also lives alone. What will come out of this impromptu dinner invitation...?

Kasuga and Nomoto promised to spend their Christmas and New Year’s together. Now, they find themselves learning more about each other’s families through the food sent by Nomoto’s mother. Cute character bento, salmon and rice, stollen, fruit sandwiches, roast beef…Nomoto and Kasuga warm up to each other over a cheerful holiday season.  

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Crab-eating raccoons (Procyon cancrivorus) Manuel Antonio National Park, Costa Rica

Photo © Nick Hawkins

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Jim Hopper x Male Reader

"Delinquente"

• Série: Stranger Things.

• Personagem: Jim Hopper.

• Gênero: hot

• Sinopse: M/n é um jovem adulto que constantemente se mete em encrencas. Ele e seu grupinho são conhecidos por vandalizar a cidade nas madrugadas monótonas e cometer furtos em lojas pequenas. Mesmo sendo pego várias vezes no flagra, M/n quase nunca pisou na delegacia de Hawkins, mas em compensação, ele conhece muito bem o carro do delegado.

• Avisos: homofobia e xenofobia (nada tão extremo, apenas falas de uma personagem jurássica no início do imagine)

• P.s: leitor estrangeiro (nacionalidade em aberto)

• palavras: aproximadamente 4.3k

• Narração: 3° pessoa - presente.

Você, do lado de fora do mercadinho, observa o próprio reflexo na vidraça enquanto adorna os lábios com gloss de pimenta. O pinicar é quase imediato, a pele brilhosa dilata com a composição ácida, dando a sensação de inchaço. Você manda um beijinho seguido de uma piscadela para sua figura refletida na grande janela.

É o que você quer que pareça, pelo menos.

Dentro do estabelecimento, Jim, trocando ideia com a senhora atrás do caixa, captura seu estalo de lábios e bater de cílios. Ele te observava de canto de olho desde que sua forma bem arrumada espelhou na janela fixa.

Você gira os calcanhares, balançando os quadris para longe, sabendo que o delegado o encara do modo modesto e minucioso de sempre, perdurando aquele olhar discreto que ele lhe deu há dois meses, quando o viu pela primeira vez, no dia em que você explorava Hawkins após a mudança.

— Aquele é o ratinho? — a senhora ajusta os óculos fundo de garrafa, mirando na mesma direção que Hopper, observando sua silhueta distante. — Com esse andar de viado, deve ser... — ela balança a cabeça, como se desaprovasse a sua existência.

A mente obsoleta é a grande razão.

Entretanto, um ocorrido lhe rendeu um apartamento na cabeça ignorante da senhora, no andar da implicância, onde a única opção de aluguel é ser mercê de falácias e ofensas.

Sempre que passa pelo mercadinho, você se lembra daquela sexta-feira muito louca.

"Você é mesmo um rapaz? E essas roupas... parece uma prostituta."

"E você parece uma uva passa, minha senhora."

Esse foi o único diálogo recíproco que você compartilhou com a idosa. Você continuou frequentando o estabelecimento, sempre cumprimentando-a com um bom dia ou noite e exibindo um largo sorriso, pois sabia que isso a irritava.

Desde então, ela faz questão de destrinchar seu nome pelas costas, normalmente acentuando a sua nacionalidade, sexualidade ou vestimenta.

É exatamente o que ela faz agora, na companhia do delegado.

— Ratinho... — Hopper sussurra o apelido, franzindo o nariz. — De onde surgiu esse nome? — ele não faz questão de disfarçar o quanto repudia o coletivo de Hawkins que coloca determinadas pessoas em um pódio de linchamento.

Antes da sua chegada na cidade, era Eddie Munson no topo desse pódio, reluzindo com os sucos das frutas podres atiradas contra si.

Você fodeu com ele uma vez, em uma mesa de piquenique no meio da floresta. Foi gostoso.

— Não sei, mas combina com ele. — após o que Hopper julga ser uma eternidade, a senhora finalmente lhe entrega seus cigarros. Ela sequer precisava ter pego o produto que descansava na bancada, ela se apossou da caixinha porque somente isso faria o delegado ficar e ouvi-la descarregar frustrações. — Assim como os ratos, ele e sua familiazinha infestam Hawkins. Diria até que são da mesma espécie.

Jim evita o contato visual, seria deselegante encará-la com tamanho desprezo acumulado no olhar.

— Tenha uma boa noite. — Hopper, enjoado de tanto ouvir absurdos em sequência sobre sua vadia predileta, encerra o assunto, caminhando rumo a saída do varejo.

Mas ele para ao som do sininho quando abre a porta, somente para ouvir a primeira informação útil compartilhada pela senhora. — Fiquei sabendo que o bando de delinquentes vai se juntar pra vandalizar as placas na entrada da cidade... Segue eles, Jim! Ninguém vai se importar se você usar da sua posição pra corrigir alguns jovens arruaceiros.

Ao longe, Hopper vê você entrando em um carro com outros garotos. — Eles acabaram de sair. Não se preocupe, vou cuidar disso. — o sorriso no rosto do delegado passa despercebido pelas orbes míopes da grisalha.

Jim vai corrigir um deles, mas não do jeito tradicional. Muito pelo contrário.

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Que tipo de infrator fica feliz ao ver a porra da polícia?

Você se pergunta, sorrindo largo para a imagem distante do carro do delegado, pouco visível devido ao nevoeiro que devora Hawkins naquele temporal de chuva iminente, mas ainda reconhecível, pelo menos para você, que já explorou e foi explorado em cada canto daquela viatura.

Um juramento foi feito no passado, escrito nas páginas de um diário quando sofrer à flor da pele era uma rotina inquebrável. Após sua primeira decepção amorosa, você prometeu a si mesmo nunca deixar-se ser encoleirado por outro homem.

Mas aqui está você, agitado, com as mãos suadas e os pés inquietos, delirando por um cara que sabe fazer de você, sua vadiazinha chorosa, que com um simples sussurro te deixa fraco e ao te tocar, faz você interpretar aquele juramento como uma blasfêmia, afinal, se você cumprisse com as próprias metas, não teria aquele corpo grande em cima de si... Dentro de si.

Você corre para avisar os outros que a polícia está vindo, instaurando o caos premeditado no grupo de rapazes. Percebendo sua plenitude e falta de ação enquanto o senso de urgência generaliza, um deles pergunta se você não irá junto. Bastou dizer que vai passar pela floresta, pois sua casa está próxima, que todos deixaram de te ver ali, preocupados demais com os próprios rabos enquanto correm apressadamente rumo ao carro, fazendo o pneu cantar para longe, sem sequer questionar a veracidade de suas palavras.

Eles estavam tão afoitos que esqueceram alguns pertences no local. Dentre os bens, uma jaqueta vermelha, a qual você pega para si.

Era de Tommy, seu parceiro de furtos. Na sua cabeça cintila o ditado "ladrão que rouba ladrão, tem cem anos de perdão", e sua culpa quase inexistente se converte em motivação.

Você está um colírio. Se arrumou não para dar um passeio ou dar uma de transgressor, está deslumbrante para dar, apenas.

Porque você gosta de ser a visão estonteante de um cara enquanto ele geme em cima de você, adora fazer cena nos sonhos molhados deles e ama quando eles vem pedir reprise, pois passaram a semana toda com você na cabeça, batendo punheta com sua bela imagem no imaginário.

Mas com Hopper é diferente.

É você quem o chama.

Se você não dá motivos para ele te foder com força, ele não vai te foder.

E além do seu instinto natural de se meter em encrencas, a vontade de transar com Jim, que a cada novo dia configura vício, é o impulso que te leva a infringir as leis do lugar.

Hopper estaciona, mantendo os faróis acesos por um tempo, querendo perdurar sua aparência reluzente à luz amarela. Ele aperta o volante, se remexendo no banco, movendo vagarosamente o quadril para cima, inconscientemente buscando fricção. O tecido da calça de Jim estica com o volume protuberante que cresce entre suas pernas. Ele fica duro só por te ver, tamanha raiva e tesão o deixando rijo.

Ele te acompanha com os olhos, abaixando o vidro no instante em que você se curva na altura da janela. — Que merda vocês rabiscaram na placa dessa vez? — Hopper percebe você encarando a ereção dele e abre mais as pernas, te olhando nos olhos com o semblante sério, fingindo normalidade enquanto dá a você, ampla visão da grandeza que ele carrega. — O gato comeu a sua língua? Me responda quando eu falar com você, pirralho.

— Você fez duas perguntas, delegado. Qual você quer que eu responda primeiro? — Sua cabeça pende para o lado, seu torço curvado parcialmente para dentro do carro, descaradamente próximo do mais velho. — Sobre as pichações ou sobre o gato?

— Se você tá falando, então posso supor que nenhum gato comeu a sua língua. — Jim abandona seus olhos para se perder nos seus lábios. O brilho deles roga pela atenção do oficial. Hopper está tão tentado e acredita mais do que nunca em milagres quando ele mesmo não te puxou pela nuca e devorou a sua língua, pois essa era a sua maior vontade até então. — Desembucha.

Antes de se afastar, você deposita um beijo estalado na bochecha do outro homem. A face dele permanece impassível, fechada e dura.

Faz você querer revirar os olhos, mas ao mesmo tempo te faz cogitar pedir um tapa.

Piranha.

— Eu desenhei a logo da Disney. O cabeção do Mickey, sabe? Na minha cabeça, enquanto eu tava lá desenhando, parecia um lance super simbólico, já que a maioria das pessoas nesse pedacinho de inferno não me conhecem, mas todos sabem quem é o ratinho estrangeiro do sotaque estranho. — sua pupila distante encara o nada, e o nada nesse caso, é o pau de Hopper. — Mas agora só parece tosco mesmo. — você decide desconversar, não crendo que seja a hora certa para tocar na ferida e preferindo o percurso onde você geme no final. Mas Jim ter suavizado a face com seu ligeiro desabafo ainda vai lhe render muitos suspiros.

Com os cotovelos apoiados na guarnição da janela e as bochechas repousando nos punhos, você prossegue. — Os outros escreveram algumas frases de Rocky e Karatê Kid. Uns foram bem genéricos e desenharam vários pintos e bucetas. Inclusive, um desses pintos ficou próximo do meu desenho, parece que meu Mickey tá chupando uma rola, ele virou um baitola boqueteiro e sinceramente? Ficou mil vezes melhor.

Um ensaio de sorriso decora os lábios de Hopper. Ele acha encantadora a sua dissertação a partir de uma pergunta tão simples. — Pelo menos vocês não rabiscaram a parte da frente da placa. Seu Mickey boqueteiro com certeza espantaria as pessoas.

Mas mesmo com a descontração do momento, a raiva do delegado é uma das principais razões dele estar ali e é o motor que bombeia seu sangue direto para a virilha. Ele pensou que após a última noite na traseira do carro, quando te viu voltar para casa mancando e com a mão no quadril, você aprenderia a andar nos trilhos.

Jim estava errado, e no fundo, ele se encontra feliz por isso, pois gosta de punir você.

— Entra no carro. — Hopper é seco e direto, não quer ouvir nenhuma palavra de "a" a "z" e espera que você obedeça sem questionar.

Ao presenciar aquela carranca rígida, as sobrancelhas cerradas em zanga e o olhar de gana em sua direção, tão impetuoso e exigente, você toma a decisão certa...

Você obviamente o contraria.

— Pra quê?

Afinal, a punição que Hopper inflige não passa de embrulho para algo que você considera um presente.

— Pra eu socar nesse seu rabo até ele decorar o formato de cada veia do meu pau. — Hopper coça o bigode, apontando para o banco traseiro. — É assim que vadias como você aprendem alguma coisa, né? Então seja uma vadiazinha obediente e talvez eu me esforce pra ser bonzinho com você. — Jim sorri ladino, eriçado com a própria imaginação perversa. — Ore para que isso aconteça, garoto, porque o que eu mais quero agora, é bagunçar suas entranhas enquanto te fodo nessa porra de carro.

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— Por que eu tenho que ficar algemado? — você pergunta, se arrastando no assento até estar com as costas apoiadas na porta e a cabeça deitada na janela. — Não é cruel demais? Até pra mim? — seu lábio inferior, estirado em um beicinho pidão, implora, mas seu olhar malicioso não contribui com o sul da face. Hopper desabotoa o uniforme e você, mesmo com os pulsos presos, vai de palmas abertas até o peitoral do mais velho. — Peitudo.

— Você ainda tá falando? — o delegado aperta sua cintura com tanta força, que os dedos fazem pressão na sua costela. Além do cropped preto, você não usa nada, sua pele está à mercê do toque de Hopper. — Pichar área pública sem permissão é crime, moleque. Não é a sua primeira vez fazendo isso, sem contar os furtos! — Jim te puxa, colidindo seus corpos. Você, livre de qualquer tecido inferior, sente seu pau pulsar contra a barriga de Hopper, lambuzando a pele do delegado com seu pré-fluído. Com as mãos calejadas ao redor da sua cintura, Jim te mantém parado, esfregando a ereção que ele ainda mantém dentro das calças contra as suas coxas nuas. — Você devia estar atrás das grades... Ter uma bunda gostosa te livra de muita coisa.

Antes mesmo de cogitar responder, Hopper te empurra no banco. A velocidade com que sua cabeça afunda no estofado é tão potente que nem a maciez da superfície fofa foi capaz de amenizar o choque. Seus pulsos, unidos pelas algemas, são contidos por uma das mãos de Hopper, presos acima de sua cabeça. — Espera aí, Hopper! Eu também quero te tocar! — o frio na barriga te fez murmurar. Você está agitado num nível onde tudo que constitui o seu ser, se encontra trêmulo e ansioso.

Esse é você sob o efeito Dilf.

Talvez você tenha uma preferência...

— Hoje vai ser um pouco diferente.

— Diferente? como assim, dadd... — sua fala é cortada pela pressão da mão de Hopper sobre seus lábios.

— Puta merda... — Jim fecha os olhos, soltando um longo suspiro. Uma veia saliente na testa. — Eu juro por Deus, se você me chamar disso de novo, te jogo na estrada e passo com o carro por cima.

Ele odeia esse apelido e você sabe disso.

Hopper sente seus lábios curvando em um sorriso contra a palma dele, o levando a sorrir também, mas de incredulidade.

Jim separa os seus joelhos, se posiciona entre as suas pernas e curva-se sobre você enquanto aperta seus pulsos com força e te mantém calado. — É o seguinte... — ele sussurra no seu ouvido. O bigode dele roça na sua orelha e te deixa eriçado da cabeça aos pés. — Eu tô aqui pra me satisfazer. Ao meu ver, você não merece gozar, mas não vou te impedir. Se quiser ficar satisfeito, vai ter que se esforçar, porque quando eu gozar, eu vou embora.

Você quer protestar, xingar Hopper, mas a mão dele assegura que sua voz esteja cativa. Nesse caso, o seu olhar mortal expressa as mil ofensas que você tem para dar.

— Não fica bravinho. — Jim solta seus pulsos, o que não significa nada, já que as algemas preservam o aperto. — Isso é melhor do que passar um tempo atrás das grades, não é? Seu pai com toda certeza te arrebentaria caso soubesse que você continua aprontando, mesmo depois da surra que ele te deu. — Hopper usa o mindinho da mão sobre sua boca para erguer seu lábio superior, expondo a cicatriz em sua gengiva e a fenda que substitui o molar. — Você não quer perder outro dente, quer?

O quão cruel é te lembrar do dia em que seu pai, mesmo não precisando se dar ao trabalho, foi te buscar na delegacia e terminou em uma cela, por não aguentar esperar chegar em casa e descontar a raiva ali mesmo, te espancando em público?

Hopper é tão maldoso quando fode com raiva.

Te deixa duro como pedra.

— Eu nunca estive tão excitado. — o delegado desce a palma livre, explorando suas curvas, dando uma pausa no trajeto para adentrar teu cropped e apertar seus mamilos. Seu corpo, nu do peitoral para baixo, se funde com o calor da pele de Hopper. A constituição dele, parcialmente exposta devido a camisa desabotoada, cobre a sua por inteiro. Você ama estar por baixo deste homem. — Cê acha que eu consigo alcançar até onde? Eu chuto que chego até aqui... — Jim afunda os dedos no seu abdômen, pressionando um pouco acima do seu umbigo.

O toque repentino te faz solavancar para frente. Hopper sorri com sua reação.

O mais velho pousa os lábios no seu pescoço, beijando e mordiscando, com uma das mãos ainda lhe impedindo de falar, pois você é do tipo que provoca, e Jim não quer enlouquecer.

O coitado já se sente entorpecido demais com você calado.

— Por favor, não me peça pra parar. — o tilintar do metal ecoa pelo espaço limitado ao passo que Hopper desafivela o cinto e abre o zíper da calça. — Se você pedir, eu vou parar. — ele leva a mão para dentro da cueca, bombeando o comprimento ainda dentro dos limites de pano. Você dobra o pescoço e consegue ver o volume e a mancha de pré-sêmen na cueca de Hopper enquanto ele se acaricia com pressão. Os dedos dele estão firmemente rodeados na grossura. — Mas por favor, não peça.

Jim tira o pau da cueca e, sem oferecer qualquer tipo de preparação, se posiciona na sua entrada. Ele descansa o corpo em cima do seu, ofegando no seu pescoço ao guiar a ereção com a mão, pincelando a ponta inchada na sua fenda enrugada, umedecendo o seu anel de músculos com o fluido esbranquiçado que vaza da cabecinha sensível.

Hopper empurra com uma lentidão torturosa, não tirando os olhos do seu buraquinho, tão pequeno em comparação ao tamanho dele. O delegado adora ver como sua entrada estica em volta da circunferência grossa, engolindo com dificuldade o que ele lhe dá.

A glande é inserida. Sua borda está sensível, avermelhada devido a pele esticada e esbranquiçada graças ao pré-sêmen de Hopper, que vaza da uretra e se acumula na sua passagem sufocada.

Do lado de fora, as gotas caem das nuvens escuras, batendo na lataria da viatura. A chuva vem tímida, se fortalecendo aos poucos. O céu noturno é iluminado e rasgado com relâmpagos e raios longínquos.

O choro dos anjos imita o suor dos corpos fervendo no interior acalorado do veículo, escorrendo pelas janelas assim como o fluxo da transpiração escorre na carne excitada.

Hopper não avisa, ele enfia o pau inteiro no seu orifício. — Cacete! — ele geme, com o quadril roçando o seu e as bolas pesadas esmagadas contra a sua bunda.

Você aperta as coxas em volta da cintura dele, os dedos dos pés se curvam e seu gemido sôfrego ecoa através das frestas da mão que lhe amordaça. Você já o sentiu dentro, mas agora, com todo o comprimento alojado sem preparo, parece maior... Você nunca se sentiu tão largo.

Dói, mas é bom demais.

Hopper firma a palma na sua barriga, somente para sentir a projeção que o pau dele faz no seu estômago. — Eu sabia que iria passar do umbigo! — Jim parece orgulhoso enquanto acaricia a protuberância que ele mesmo cria em você, de dentro para fora. O volume some e surge conforme Hopper enfia. É tão evidente que, ao fazer pressão contra seu abdômen, ele sente o contorno do falo entre os dedos.

Entretanto, ao encontrar seu olhar choroso, essa luxúria animalesca desvanece da matéria trêmula que define Hopper, substituída por ombros caídos, testa franzida e um lento arrastar para fora do seu canal judiado, que agora lateja em volta do nada.

Suas lágrimas deixam Jim preocupado. Ele se martiriza, prestes a pedir desculpas por ser tão bruto e te machucar, mas no momento em que ele retira a mão que tapava sua boca, ele topa com os seus lábios esticados em um lindo sorriso, porém do tipo mais filha da puta existente. A vontade de bagunçar o seu interior volta a assolar a carne do delegado.

Com as pernas serpenteadas no quadril de Hopper, você o puxa para si novamente.

A cabeça grossa penetra sua circunferência nervosa e você engole o gemido que quase atropela suas palavras. — Que foi? Tá com medo de me machucar? Se poupe, Hopper. Eu tô acostumado com coisa maior.

Não, você não está.

Mas ver a feição enfurecida de Hopper é impagável.

Você ficou com raiva quando ele parou. Sua maior vontade é ser fodido até apagar e provocar Jim é um dos meios para conseguir isso.

Hopper ri soprado e sorri ardiloso, te encarando com as pupilas vultosas. — Eu já devia ter me acostumado com esse seu espírito de puta, mas é sempre surpreendente o jeitinho que você implora pra ter um pau atolado no seu cu. — Jim agarra suas coxas com rigidez. A hostilidade dos dedos com certeza deixará marcas. — Já que você insiste... vou socar tanto que nenhum outro pau vai ser o suficiente, só o meu cacete vai se ajustar nesse buraco arrombado.

Ele mantém suas pernas abertas e sem mais delongas, retorna para dentro. Hopper não dá pausa, ele volta ao vai e vem sem qualquer tipo de restrição, batendo o quadril contra o seu em um ritmo bruto, tão forte que torna cada novo movimento um evento, e rápido ao ponto de manter o choque das investidas anteriores na memória de cada músculo.

Mesmo estando no centésimo choque de peles, é intenso e emocionante como o primeiro.

Você lembra do aviso de Hopper e, com medo de sair desse encontro profano sem atingir o ápice, passa a movimentar o quadril para cima, roçando sua dureza intocada na barriga do delegado.

Hopper saca o seu objetivo e quase sente pena. Ele gosta da sensação, então lhe dá um mimo, tornando você o recheio entre ele e a superfície estofada.

Os movimentos de ambos intensificam o friccionar. O estímulo no seu membro, que fica cada vez mais sensível enquanto é pressionado entre os corpos, juntamente do prazer esmagador que é ter a próstata dilacerada pelo comprimento assustador de Hopper, resulta no óbvio.

Você goza antes dele.

O seu gemido, similar ao ronronar de um gato, vem acompanhado de cordas brancas, que pintam o seu abdômen e o de Hopper. O líquido quente é espalhado pela pele ao passo que Jim, motivado pelo som estimulante que você deixa escapar e por suas paredes o esmagando, se movimenta erráticamente, buscando pela própria liberação.

Felizmente, é madrugada e nenhuma alma viva passa na rodovia. Caso contrário, qualquer um que visse a viatura balançar tão descaradamente, saberia o que está acontecendo ali dentro.

— Desgraçado... você ainda conseguiu gozar. — Jim comenta entre gemidos roucos, perdido na onda eletrizante que domina seus nervos.

Você está superestimulado, não consegue focar em nada além do prazer bizarro que te cega e emburrece. — Hop...Ho-Hopper... é muito! Eu a-acho que... que... Hopper! — sua boca é um autofalante de gemidos e murmúrios.

Ouvir o próprio nome vazar de sua boca trêmula também emburrece Hopper. O pau dele lateja dentro do seu orifício e você consegue sentir cada veia pulsar entre seus limites esticados e além, pois Jim não é pequeno e enfia até o talo, ultrapassando qualquer placa de pare no seu corredor úmido.

Ver aquele volume projetado no seu estômago é assustador e excitante ao mesmo tempo. Você não consegue evitar de pensar que isso não é normal e que Hopper está tecnicamente te estraçalhando por dentro, mas também não consegue evitar de desejar isso.

Jim alcança seus lábios, iniciando um beijo afoito. O pinicar do bigode te arrepia.

Você sabe o que isso significa... Hopper só beija você durante o sexo quando está prestes a explodir.

Ele fica parado, com cada centímetro profundamente fincado no seu interior. Os gemidos manhosos do delegado se juntam ao beijo e você pode sentir as bolas dele convulsionando, pressionadas contra a sua entrada. Jim urra, se contorcendo em cima do seu corpo menor enquanto libera a porra quente da glande inchada, pintando suas paredes com o fluido espesso.

O quadril de Hopper e o seu são um só. O tecido da farda do mais velho esfrega nos seus glúteos e o zíper da calça cáqui aranha a sua pele, criando vergões na carne suada. — Se escorrer porra no meu banco, vou te fazer limpar com a língua, então aperta bastante e mantenha tudo dentro. - Jim aconselha.

Você contrai, dando o máximo de si, mas não consegue muito naquele estado exausto.

Você nem precisa, pois Hopper está tão fundo em você, que as cordas grossas de sêmen sequer tem acesso ao lado de fora.

— Tô tão cheio... — seus olhos estão pesados e o seu corpo está dormente. Você nem percebe quando Jim liberta os seus pulsos das algemas.

O líquido viscoso esquenta as suas entranhas. O som molhado de Hopper se arrastando para fora do seu buraco pulsante te rouba um gemido cansado.

Jim deixa a cabecinha dentro enquanto sua dureza amolece. — Acho que tô viciado em você. — ele leva a mão até o seu rosto, deslizando os dedos pela sua bochecha.

Os dois sorriem um para o outro, com o carinho em foco e a malícia em segundo plano.

. . .

— O que você tem com o Hargrove? — a voz de Hopper soa após minutos confortáveis de silêncio.

Depois que a chuva passou, Jim saiu do veículo para refrescar a pele escaldante. Você permaneceu dentro da viatura, sentado no banco traseiro, porque ficar de pé é uma tarefa impossível agora. A porta do seu lado do assento ficou aberta, permitindo a entrada do vento gélido.

— O Billy? — você pergunta, e Hopper assente. Você não entende a razão do questionamento, mas a resposta está na ponta da língua.

Billy jurou que acabaria com a sua raça se você contasse a alguém sobre o lance de vocês.

Você riu da ameaça.

— A gente transa de vez em quando. — você informa, simples e direto. — Mas por que a pergunta? — com a sobrancelha arqueada, você encara Hopper, curioso quanto ao assunto repentino que cresce entre os dois.

Jim acende um cigarro, te irritando com a demora para responder. — Percebi que vocês estão bem próximos ultimamente. É você que come ele? — Hopper sopra a fumaça, te oferecendo um trago. Você recusa, e ele revira os olhos. — Fresco.

Você aponta o dedo do meio para o delegado. — Não. Uma vez eu bati na bunda dele e chamei ele de popozudo, daquele jeito sugestivo, sabe? Ele virou um bicho na mesmíssima hora e quem saiu de perna bamba fui eu.

Entretanto, a resposta de Hopper não te convenceu, serviu apenas para te deixar mais desconfiado.

— E o segundo porquê? Eu não sou bobo, sei que você tem outro motivo pra perguntar isso.

— Ele tem os mesmos privilégios que você. — Jim encara seu rosto, esperando por sua reação enquanto você soma os fatos. Hopper sorri largo ao testemunhar seus lindos olhos arregalados. — Ele se livra das consequências na traseira dessa viatura, assim como você. — Jim dá três tapinhas na lataria do veículo. — Eu sei o quanto você ama ser fodido, agora imagine esse gosto triplicado... esse é Billy. Por trás das máscaras, uma vadiazinha.

Em um passe de mágica, sua dor some e você está de pé, colado em Hopper, exigindo detalhe por detalhe.

O seu eu maligno está ansioso, mal esperando para atormentar Billy sobre essa persona secreta que você recém descobriu.

. . .

[cannibalsforbreakfast]

Cruel Summer - Chapter 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The "Eddie Munson is a speedway racer" high school AU no one asked for, but you're getting it anyways. Enemies to friends to lovers | No-Upsidedown AU | Fast cars, fast times | Reader moved from "the city" to Hawkins

Tags [will be updated as things progress]: swearing, underage drinking, dangerous driving, Jason sucks as usual, mentions of weed, light angst, misunderstandings, reader is afab, not sure if I'll have smut yet or not

A/N: Chapter 1 is already on Ao3 but here's the Tumblr version! New chapters will always be posted on Ao3 first, with a week or so delay to here.

CH1: 3,780w

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“Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning, I sit around / Trying to smile, but the air is so heavy and dry”

If anyone had asked, you wouldn’t have said car racing was something you’d be interested in. Watching hunks of metal speeding around in circles always seemed pretty pointless to you. When combined with the auditory chaos of engines and screaming crowds, and nauseating smell of gasoline and burning rubber, it had never been high on your bucket list.

Then again, neither had moving to Hawkins, Indiana. And yet, here you were: stuck in small-town nowhere for (just, you hoped) the summer. But a summer practically felt like forever to you.

And so you were at the speedway car races with your cousin, Robin. Because apparently, she said, it would “be fun” and “social” and “lots of people went.” 

You supposed you should be lucky Robin was pretty chill about hanging out with you. After all, having your city-slicker cousin practically dumped on your doorstep without so much as a “by your leave” by your parents — who had gone off to “rediscover themselves” and hopefully salvage five years of impending divorce — probably wasn’t high on HER bucket list, either. She and her parents had been more than welcoming, sticking you and your five overstuffed suitcases in the spare room on the second floor, just next door to Robin, without hesitation and urging you to make yourself at home.

If you saw Robin and her parents exchange some pointed and pitying glances, well, you’d just try and ignore them. Because they were right. Your parents clearly didn’t care enough about you to take you with them on their wild second-honeymoon or whatever, so they’d abandoned you without looking back, saying they’d pick you up in a couple months before school started up again. They thought. Maybe homeschooling had been implied as a possibility if they happened to return a bit later than assumed from…Panama? Costa Rica? Whatever warm, probably tropical, place they’d gone to. Without their only daughter. 

Honestly, sometimes you just felt the truth of it in your bones when, at the height of their marital Cold War, they’d each called the other some variant of “frigid bitch.” Only the coldest of the cold would up and abandon their offspring like that, without any evident desire to really take responsibility for them ever again. If you just wandered off at the end of the summer, got a job waiting tables in the nearest big city, didn’t bother to send a forwarding address, you didn’t think they’d be too fussed. Depressing.

The frozen atmosphere at home had gone on so long, you’d practically adopted aloofness yourself as a survival mode. What you didn’t feel, couldn’t hurt. Didn’t help you with making any friends once you’d entered high school, but it kept anyone from really bothering you for three years. The summer before your senior year was supposed to be this golden eternity of afternoons at the pool, perfecting your tan, or giggling at the local mall while licking ice creams and debating who-liked-who-liked-who. 

Not wasting away in Hawkins, a town small enough you bet you could count all of the stoplights on one hand. 

You missed the city so much it ached . Missed the dizzying heights of the buildings towering above you, missed the way the very air seemed to thrum with an energy, a beat that got into your pulse and made you feel alive. Missed the hole-in-the-wall restaurants on every street and the used bookstores piled high with more volumes than you could read in a lifetime. Hawkins was…quaint, but inside you worried if you stayed here long enough it would drain the life out of you until you couldn’t make it anywhere else. 

Not that you’d say any of that to Robin, who was babbling cheerfully away at your side as you strolled up to the local speedway just out of town. She was wearing a loose striped men’s shirt with the cuffs rolled up and jeans, despite the lingering heat of the evening. Robin, you’d come to learn, was pretty much always babbling about something or another, a natural condition that tended to get even worse whenever she was flustered or nervous. Given your tendency to listen, rather than speak, you actually balanced each other out rather well. With her, surprisingly, you felt you could be…yourself…that little bit more. Felt a bit of that icy shell melt away. 

You tuned back in to hear her say, “We’re going to meet up with Steve, he’s gotten there early to stake us out a spot. You wouldn’t think it but it can get really crowded and picking the right spot out of the sun and the dust and on the right side of the track is, like, crucial to the enjoyment factor. Steve’s a boy, by the way. He’s not my boyfriend – well, he’s a boy who’s a friend, but we’re not like that, actually he’s more like an annoying brother. But he’s not annoying, I promise!”

You smiled to yourself as Robin rambled on. Truly, you found it more endearing than not. 

“I’m sure he’s nice,” you said, cutting in so Robin could actually take a full breath. She smiled back at you.

“Yeah, he’s great. But don’t tell him I said that, I swear his hair grows an inch every time someone says something nice about him.”

You smiled and promised that, of course, you wouldn’t breathe a word. 

The two of you step up to the bored-looking teenager taking tickets, and you passed over your paper stub, slightly sweaty from being clutched in your hand. Stepping through the entrance gate, you’re immediately assaulted with the smell of deep-fried foods mixed with beer, the raucous laughter of crowds of families and teens here for an evening out. A fine dust permeated the air, making your eyes water. The track, a packed dirt oval that was both bigger and smaller than you imagined, spread out before you, bordered by some haphazardly stacked rectangle bales of hay you assumed were there for the “safety” of the crowd, though they looked anything but. You imagined any car crashing into those at serious speed would take them out easily…as well as the onlookers setting up their camp chairs frighteningly close to the barrier. 

Across the track, a small elevated building rigged with wires and a mounted loudspeaker was clearly where the announcers were situated. Tinny commentary was blaring from the PA system, but it was almost impossible to hear above the general din. 

There were mullets and wife-beaters on display everywhere. As you looked around, you noted that everyone – and you mean everyone – seemed to be dressed in nothing more formal than jeans and a shirt. You hadn’t batted an eye when Robin left the house like that, because that’s what your cousin always wore. And she’d told you to dress casual but…

“Robin,” you asked, “am I overdressed?”

She’d been herding you along the track toward one end, but at your question she glanced over at you and winced, which you supposed was answer enough. 

“Robinnnnn,” you whined. 

“What?” she protested. “I said ‘casual,’ that’s what you came out in, so I figured it was fine!”

Up until you saw the sea of daisy dukes before you, you’d thought what you were wearing was casual. It certainly was back in the city. The simple, white-and-red polkadot dress you were wearing, cinched at the waist with a plain wide belt you’d dug out the bottom of your suitcase, cute frilly sleeves sitting just below your tanned shoulders, wouldn’t have been anything your classmates back home blinked at. You hadn’t even done your makeup, besides a swipe of lip gloss! But you were rapidly getting the sense you’d have to redefine your expectations here in Hawkins. And with the swirls of rust-colored dust almost constantly permeating the air, you could already tell white was a particularly bad choice.

Oh well, you’d just have to make the best of it. And get the dress in the wash sooner rather than later. 

“It’s alright, Robin,” you reassured your cousin, who’d been worrying at her lip while you thought. “It’s just a dress. Plus, it’s not like I’ll be in any of the cars,” you joked.

“Steve’ll probably have a blanket or something you can use anyways,” she said. “He’s a dad like that. Oh look, there he is. Steve! Steeeeve! Ugh, he isn’t listening. OI, DINGUS!”

Robin waved frantically at a boy a bit ahead of you, who’d staked out a pretty prime spot on the hillside around the middle of the straightaway, complete with camping chairs, picnic blanket and cooler of what you desperately hoped was something cold. Now this is what you’d imagined when Robin said “races.” And it was comfortingly far away from the hay barrier.

The boy – Steve – raked his hands through his already artfully disheveled mop of hair and rolled his eyes at Robin. 

“Could you shout any louder?” he grumbled. “Jesus, I think the whole crowd heard you.”

“Oh don’t be such a wuss. Hey, this is my cousin. She’s cool. Cousin, meet Steve. He’s a dweeb.”

“A dweeb with charm, also known as the best kind,” Steve said with a smile, reaching out to shake your hand. “I heard you’re in town for the summer. Welcome to Hawkins – guessing it’s a pretty big change from where you’re from.”

“Um, yeah, wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s better than I thought. Lots of nice people,” you offered him a small smile in return, a bit taken aback by the easy way he folded you into the dynamic. 

“I’ll bet,” he agreed. “First time at a speedway?”

“First time at any kind of races,” you admitted. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Not much too it really,” Robin said around a mouthful of beer. Clearly, she’d helped herself to Steve’s stash, but by the way he just shook his head, you got the sense this was basically normal. He silently offered you a bottle, but you shook your head – maybe in a bit. Steve did seem nice, but you weren’t quite ready to be under the influence under someone new just yet. Robin kept talking: “Cars go zoom zoom, and the one that goes zoom zoom the fastest wins. We mostly just come here to support Eddie.”

You cocked your head. “Who’s Eddie?”

“Friend from school. He’s been working extra shifts all summer, which is why you haven’t met him yet. He works down at the local body shop, races on the side. We’ll point his car out when he’s up.”

You nodded, sure he’d be nice too, if Robin’s taste in friends so far was anything to go by. 

The three of you sat, chatting amiably for a few minutes, and you felt yourself relaxing into Robin and Steve’s easy, familiar banter. They traded well-worn jabs back and forth, but there’s no heat behind them. You settled yourself on the blanket between them, tucking your skirt beneath your legs and mostly enjoying the vibe, only chiming in when you had something to say, like when Steve started to say “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” was supposedly underrated (he was wrong, and both you and Robin soundly told him so). 

As the sun finally started to go down – days were still long and hot, and all three of you were peevishly slapping at overly familiar mosquitos – the track lights finally flickered into life and it seemed like things were about to start. Robin let out a squeal, wiggling her knees in excitement. 

You were all ready for – you didn’t know, monster trucks or something? – when, to your surprise, the first line of cars that raced onto the track looked more like glorified go karts than anything else. Seeing your confusion, Steve leaned over and murmured, “They do the kiddie stuff first,” and you then saw that the drivers did seem awfully young. Fortunately they were wearing helmets.

The announcer counted down the start, and at the waving of the first green flag they tore around the track, kicking up immense clouds of gasoline-scented dust that settled over everything – your hair, your clothes, you could even see it coating the fine hairs on your arm. Gross. 

And these little kids were vicious. Not crashing directly into each other, but drifting aggressively around the turns and cutting each other off within what looked like inches to spare between bumpers. Everyone was cheering on individual numbers, and you, Steve and Robin got into it by picking your favorite car and rooting for them at the top of your lungs. After a few heats you felt your throat dry up, and gratefully accepted one of the cooling bottles of beer Steve offered. 

Beer with friends on a Friday night. Weirdly, this felt more like how you thought summer was supposed to go than you figured you’d get in Hawkins. Or anywhere. 

As the night wore on, the races of the small and mid-sized cars started to blur into each other, and you started idly wondering when you’d be able to go home. Well. To Robin’s home. 

“And nowwwww, the event you’ve all been waiting forrrrr!” shrilled the announcer.

From the back paddock where all the cars were parked, there came a grunty rumble. A vibration that made its way into your bones, your veins, the thump-thump of your heart. This was the rhythm you’d been missing, filling you up from the inside out. 

And then, the first line of proper-sized cars ripped their way onto the track, to a massive cheer from the crowd. But you weren’t even sure you could call them “cars.” Dinged, dented, and beaten back into shape, these were machines reduced to the essence of speed. Any extra baggage had clearly been ripped out – seats, radio, even the entire bottom half of the trunk was gone. What was left was the engines, the driver’s seat, and anything essential to make them go. 

They ran a few menacing laps around the track, jostling for position on the grid. 

“Look, there’s Eddie!” Robin pointed.

“Which one is he?” you asked.

“The black one, with the red bat on the hood.”

“Eddie’s always had a flair for the dramatic,” Steve clarified. 

Your eyes traced the black car as Eddie maneuvered it into the inside of the track, on the front row – “That’s a good position,” Steve clarified again. Unlike most of the other cars, which had paint jobs in varying states of peeling off, Eddie clearly kept his car freshly painted despite the risk of damage – it gleamed, pitch blank, with just the blood red of the bat leaping out of the design. From what you could see of Eddie, as he was mostly shielded by a helmet, he was also in all black. 

“I’m sensing a theme,” you muttered dryly. 

Like horses jostling for position, the cars – there must have been a dozen or so – revved their engines just behind the starting line. There was an agonizing moment of tension, where everyone stared at the red stoplight holding them in place. 

Then it winked green, the flag was waved, and the race began. 

You watched as Eddie’s car and the one on his right, painted a chipped red-white-and-blue roared to the front like bats of out hell. They gunned it down the straightaway before whipping into a drift around the curve that was so aggressive, their cars yawing onto two wheels so hard, your hands flew to your mouth to swallow a gasp despite yourself, sure they’d tip over or spin out. Magically Eddie’s car righted itself as he came out of the turn and he gunned it down the next straight, neck and neck with the other vehicle. 

The laps went by in what felt to you like seconds, a frenetic dance conducted at speed. With the razor-thin margins the two cars took the turns, you knew that if Eddie lost concentration for a nanosecond, he’d be out of the race. You blinked dust out of your eyes furiously, loath to miss a single second. Next to you, Robin and Steve were yelling – you were pretty sure Robin was just repeating profanities at this point – but you could hardly make yourself breathe normally, let alone cheer. 

There were only a few laps to go and the other car had stolen the lead from Eddie. Though Eddie was keeping the black monstrosity right on his tail, pushing himself right into the rear bumper to try and throw the other driver off. 

They made another sharp drift around a corner and, as they came off the curve, Eddie made his move, pushing the throttle to take his car around the outside of the red-and-white leader. He took the turn, hard, trying to get his nose in front of the other car’s, and this time you did let out a whimper of concern. Your heart thumped in time with the roar of the crowd, and when Eddie made it, slipping in front of his rival to cross the finish line first, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. 

Steve and Robin were now jumping up and down and hugging each other, and you smiled at their infectious joy. 

The other cars coasted to a stop in the middle of the track while Eddie took his victory lap, waving the checkered flag from out the driver’s window. He must have spotted the two maniacs next to you, because the car rolled to a stop on the track in front of you, and Eddie stepped out from the car. 

You knew he drove like a devil, but you weren’t expecting him to look like a fallen angel. 

A strange shiver ran through you as you watched him pull off his black helmet. Long, dark curls spilled out, framing his sharp, sculpted face. Even with his bangs sweat-soaked and disheveled, he was capital H-O-T. Dark hair, dark eyes, with a plush mouth you knew was made for sin. He was everything your parents would have warned you away from, and everything you – or your body, at least – immediately wanted. 

“Be normal,” you thought to yourself. “This is Robin’s friend .”

Robin and Steve trotted down to the side of the track, and you trailed behind them, a little unsure. It was the last race of the evening, and with the entertainment over, the crowds were starting to melt away. It didn’t escape your notice that while all the other drivers were getting handshakes and back-slaps galore from their fellow racers and even some officials, no one had come over to congratulate the actual winner, Eddie, except for the three of you.

“Edieeeeee, you won!” Robin shrieked at her usual top-volume. “But also, ugh, you smell like fumes, ew no, don’t hug me.” She wiggled away from his playful attempt at a hug, wrinkling your nose. 

“Comes with the territory, Robin, you’re just gonna have to get used to it. You certainly don’t mind when I’m fixing your car for free, again . Hey, Steve, nice of the King to make an appearance.” The two boys traded fist bumps, Steve rolling his eyes at his high school nickname. You broke into a wide smile at their antics. 

Eddie’s eyes met yours, where you lingered behind, and he arched one eyebrow, his previously warm and open expression becoming more guarded, scanning you from the top of your windswept hair to the bottom of your now quite dusty flats. Your smile faded, and you resisted the urge to brush yourself off in the face of his gaze.

“Who’s this?” he asked. “Wasn’t aware we had a third cheerleader on the squad. Does little miss Dots like what she has to see so far?”

You find yourself bristling at his presumptuous tone. “I don’t quite take your meaning,” you respond stiffly. 

Eddie laughed, an open, easy sound you could have loved – except for the sharp edge to his voice. He straddled the hay bale, spreading his hands open. You tried not to look at how his black racing uniform stretched tight over his thighs. Really, you tried. 

“Come on, guys, this is a joke, right? Ha, ha, Eddie’s first race of the season, let’s get a cute little cupcake of a girl to come along, flirt a little, string lil ’ol Eddie along? Give the girl a ride to remember?”

He fixed his molten brown eyes on you. “Did someone put you up to it, Dots? Patrick? Jason? It’s the sort of shit thing Jason would do.”

By this point, both Steve and Robin were exchanging a confused glance that clearly conveyed their shared sense of, “uh, what?” But you knew exactly what. 

Eddie had taken one look at you – at your too-much dress, too-much smile, maybe something else you didn’t even know in your demeanor – and concluded that the only possible explanation for your presence was that you were a…paid escort? Hooker? Someone bribed to come watch his race and flutter your eyelashes at him, spread her legs?

You felt the usual protection of your ice queen reputation from back home freezing off any earlier warmth from your expression. 

“Someone clearly has a high opinion of himself. I’m not going to cream just because you’ve got half skills with half a car. Get over yourself. Robin,” you turn to your cousin, “I’m going back to the house.”

“It’s miles to the house,” Robin protested, nervous gaze flicking between you – fuming – and Eddie – nonchalantly picking at his cuticles, not sparing you another glance. 

“I’ll walk.” It was only a mile or so to Robin’s, and you didn’t want to spend a single second more in his company, friends with your cousin or not. Eddie’d done a spectacular job of reminding you why you usually didn’t do things that were “fun” or “social” or that “lots of people” went to. You didn’t need another asshole man in your life, your father was doing a bang-up job of that by himself. 

“I’d give you a ride, Dots, but as you can see,” Eddie gestured to the literally empty passenger seat in the stock car next to him, “I can’t.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed, whirling around and stomping off before reaching a hand up to swipe angrily at the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. 

You heard Robin run after you. “She’s my cousin you MORON,” she called back to Eddie. When she caught up to you, you gave her a watery smile in thanks, and she reached over to squeeze your shoulders. 

New item for your summer bucket list: Never, ever see Eddie again.

-- -- --

Chapter 2

Lae's Masterlist

[minie-mastermind]

Eternal Evil Head Cannon

My Earth 3 Crime Syndicate & world

(Crime Syndicate)

Owlman Aka Thomas Wayne Jr.

Ultraman Aka Klark Kent

Superwoman Aka Lois Lane

Johnny Quick Aka Jonathan Chambers

Power Ring Aka John Stewart

(Owlman Aka Thomas Wayne Jr.)

Talon i Aka Flamebird Aka Jim Gordon Jr.

Talon ii Aka Renegade Aka Jason Todd  

Talon iii Aka Hawkfire Aka Carrie Kelly

Talon iiii Aka Furry Aka Helena Bertinelli/Wayne

She-Bat Aka Magpie Aka Maggie Kyle

The Stalker Aka Jack Ryder

Rubber Bandit Aka Patrick O'Brian

Phantasum Aka Minhkhoa "Khoa" Khan

Heretic Aka Cassandra Cain

Nightwing Aka Katherine Webb-Kane power from Medallion of Acrata taken from Andrea Rojas

Red Wing Aka Bette Kane power from the Meltdown Suit

Spitfire Aka Harper Row cyberneticly enhanced by Sarah Charles with parts from LeTonya Charles

Black Light Aka Duke Thomas

Death Mask Aka Gavin King with powers from Tektites nanotechnology

The Vulture Aka Tim Fox

The Stranger ii Aka Renee Montoya

(Ultraman Aka Klark Kent)

Assassin Bug Aka Irwin Schwab

Black Power Aka Jefferson Pierce

Shock Aka Anissa Pierce

Awe Aka Jennifer Pierce

Wolf & Bane Aka Rose Canton

Grid Aka Victor Stone R.I.P.

Hazard Aka Grant Albert Emerson

Warpath Aka Maggie Sawyer with powers from Karen Lou Faulkner

Terrible Turpin Aka Dan Turpin power from The Dark Seed made by New Apokolips Cult

Gang Warrior Aka José Delgado power from Powerhouse Formula

Valor Guard Aka Tanya Spears power from Alpha Centurion armour

Bibbo Bibbowski owner of the Ace's Club & holder of the Ace Armour originally the Rook Armour made by Derek Reston

The Sun Slinger Aka Steve Lombard power from Frederic Fowe's solar healing ray

Black Beetle Aka Michael Carter

Wormwood Aka David Reid with power of the Sword of Hyperiex

(Superwoman Aka Lois Lane)

Satan Girl Aka Kara Danvers power from Forge

Galatea Aka Donna Troy copy of Queen Diana Prince & last weapon of Demon Island

Olympia Aka Cassie Sandsmart

Requiem Aka Artemis the Shim'Tar of the Daughters of Arse wielder of the Bow of Arse

Annataz Arataz

Doctor Chaos ii Aka Khalid Nassour

Swamp King Aka Alexander Olsen

Bagman Aka Rory Regan took the Suit of Souls from Gerry Regan R.I.P.

Sapphire Fiend Aka Marlene Bloomberg power from the demonic skin of Daniel Patrick Cassidy

Deadly Nightshade Aka Susan Linden

Sorceress Aka June Moone

Jason Blood possessed by Asmodel

The Sirit Xanadu Aka Nimue Inwudu turn into a ghost by Trigon

Marilyn Midnight the Spirit of Cetropolis

Mary MAZAHS Aka Mary Mayhem Aka Mary Bromfield

(Johnny Quick Aka Jonathan Chambers)

Infero Aka Beatriz da Costa & Frostbite Aka Tora Olafsdotter

Enforcer Aka Guy Gardener Ex Owner Warrior Veronna

Scarlet Scarub ii Aka Ted Kord

Vamp Aka Mari McCabe 

The Molder Aka Ralph Dibny

Steel Wolf Aka Dmitri Dmitriyevich Pushkin power suit from the Crimson Missile Corpse

Blüdwind Aka Raphael Arce

Elemental Man ii Aka William Everett iii

Red Claw Aka Vivian D'Aramis

Star-Tsar Aka Leonid Kovar

Gold Rush Aka Alix Harrower

Animal King Aka Bernhard Baker 

Silver Siclone ii created by Thomas Oscar Morrow

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

(Power Ring)

Blue Bowman Aka Oliver Queen

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance

Bolt ii Aka Mia Dearden

Atomica Aka Rhonda Pineda the first 'Made Man' power from Dyno Might Aka Ray Palme

Sky Tyrant Aka Carter Hall

Blood Wing Aka Kendra Saunders

Warwolf Aka Lobo

Nightmare Aka Nia Nal

Mister Misfortune ll Aka Shilo Norman

Death Storm Aka Professor Martin Stein & Ronnie Raymond R.I.P.

Break Dance Aka Virgil Ovid Hawkins

Night Flier Aka Adam Strange

Mars Boy cloned from Alexander Luther & The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Conner Kent)

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

(Legion Of Justice)

Alexander Luthor

Genral Grodd

Lonar the New God

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel

Venus Aka Pamela Lillian Isley

Devil Ray Aka David Milton Hyde

Power Tower Aka Doris Zuel

Savanna Aka Barbara Ann Minerva

Omega created by Professor Anthony Ivo

Apocalypse Girl Aka Clara Kendall created by Professor Anthony Ivo & Thomas Oscar Morrow

Thaal Sinestro holder of the Yellow ring of Terror

(Justice Underground)

Genral Grodd

Sir Sonar Aka Bito Wladon

Lady Sonar Aka Ilana Wladon

Doctor Pychie Aka Edgar Cizko

Doctor Venomous Aka Princess Maru

Odysseus i Aka Morgan Ducard

Equinox Aka Justin Ballantine

Black Swan Aka Vanessa Kapatelis

Multitude Aka Danton Black

La Hechicera Aka Lourdes Lucero

Jackie Frost Aka Caitlin Snow

Dr. Eclipso Aka Bruce Gordon possessed by Aztar

Chance Aka Veronica Sinclair

The Abominable Snowman Aka Byrna Brilyant

Meltdown Aka Michael Miller

Live Fire Aka Floyd Lawton

Lightning Aka Lawrence "Larry" Bolatinsky

Tomestone Aka the corpse of Sheriff Cyrus Gold revived

Kirke (Anti-Matter counter part to Circe)

Powerhouse Aka Roland Desmond ex police officer of Blüdhaven power from Powerhouse formula made by Mark Desmond

(PDNRC)

Mayor Maximillian Shreck

Commissioner Cobblepot

Captain Rupert Thorne

Captain Carlton Duquesne

Detective Edward Nashton Aka Enigma

Officer Victor Zsasz

(PDC Gangbuster Unit)

Police Captain Bruno Mannheim

Mayor Morgan Edge

(Citys)

New Rotterdam (Anti-Matter counter part to Gotham)

Cetropolis (Anti-Matter counter part to Metropolis)

Seaboard (Anti-Matter counter part to Coast)

Midway (Anti-Matter counter part to Central)

Starling (Anti-Matter counter part to Star)

Beckville (Anti-Matter counter part to Fawcett)

(The Mystery Mask Society Aka New Rotterdam Justice Underground)

Orpheus Aka Roman Sionis

Morpheus Aka Dr. Francine Langstrom R.I.P.

Janus Aka Harvey Dent Wayne Industries ex defence attorney

Reaper Aka Andrea Beaumont fiancé to Julian Caspian R.I.P. mentored by Judson Caspian

Doctor Achilles Milo creator Anthony "Lupine" Lupus

Maxie Hades Aka Maxwell Zues (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxwell Zues)

Siren Aka Iris Phelios

Hydra Aka Waylon Jones

White Knight Aka Warren White ex DA

Apollo (Anti-Matter counter part to Prometheus)

Clayface l Aka Julie Madison

Clayface ll Aka Ethan Bennett

Clayface lll Aka Alain Mauricet

Clayface llll Aka Dean Devereaux

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(New Rotterdam City Vigilantes)

Manhunter Aka Thomas "Big Game" Blake

The Musketeer Aka Mortimer Drake

Silance Aka Thomas Elliot

Charaxes Aka Drury Walker power by Dr. Roderick Rose

Wraith Aka Elliot Caldwell &

Shadow Aka Clyde Anderson 

Mrs. Zero Aka Nora Fries

Astro Anne Aka Roxanne Sutton

Stayman Aka Effigy Aka Jonathan Crane

Skeleton Key Aka Lyle Bolton

Professor Hugo Strange & his Paladins

White Rabbit Aka King Of Hearts Aka Jervis Tetch

The Puppeteer Aka Slam Bradley Aka Arnold Wesker

Sea Wolf Aka Grace Balin

Dollhouse Aka Mary Louise Dahl

Arkham Angel i Aka Vicky Vale/Arkham

Arkham Angel ii Aka Astrid Arkham

(New Rotterdam City Criminals)

Owlwoman i Aka Katrina Moldoff

Owlwoman ii Aka Sonia Alcana, Kathy Duquesne & Rocky Ballantine

(The Harpy's Of New Rotterdam)

Mrs. Zero Aka Nora Fries

Red Hood Aka Alexis Kaye

Black Bat Aka Francine Lee

(Justice Underground Insiders)

Black Power Aka Jefferson Pierce

Tsukuri Aka Tatsu Yamashiro

Transmuto Aka Rex Mason

Terra-Force Aka Prince Brion Markov

Model Citizen Aka Emily Briggs

Aurora Aka Gabrielle Doe

Violet created by C.O.M.P.U.T.O. 8 (Anti-Matter counter part to Indigo)

(Justice Guild)

Pinkerton Ghost Aka James Craddock

Shadow Sheriff Aka Carl Sands

Mister Black Aka Richard Swift

Matter Mage Aka Mark Mandrill

Dummy i Aka Peter Merkel

Loin-Miss l Aka Priscilla Rich

Loin-Miss ll Aka Deborah "Debbi" Domaine

Iceberg i Aka Joar Mahkent

Iceberg ii Aka Cameron Mahkent

Sportsman Aka Lawrence Crock

Pantheress Aka Paula Brooks Crock

Crusher Aka Artemis Crock

Terra-Mancer Aka Adam Fells

Warlock Aka William Zard

Music Master Aka Isaac Bowin

Brainpower i Aka Henry King Sr

Johnny Misery Aka Jonathan Sorrow

King Basilisk Aka Shiro Ito (Anti-Matter counter part to Dragon King)

Saber Aka Cindy Burman

Brainstorm i Aka Clifford DeVoe

Black Jack Aka Steven Sharpe i

Black Jack Aka Steven Sharpe ii

Roulette Aka Rebecca Sharpe

Challenger Aka Edward Clariss

Card Queen Aka Molly Mayne

Captain Thunder Aka Theo Ramses Djoser Teth-Adam

Tomestone Aka the corpse of Sheriff Cyrus Gold revived

Cival Sage (Anti-Matter counter part to Vandal Savage)

Yellow Bee (Anti-Matter counter part to Yellow Wasp)

Golden Bee (Anti-Matter counter part to Killer Wasp)

Whitebriar Rose (Anti-Matter counter part to Blackbriar Thorn)

(Crime Lodge)

Streak Aka Jay Garrick

Emerald Knight Aka Alan Scott using the Heart of Chaos

Emerald Aka Jennifer-Lynn Hayden

Oblivion Aka Todd James Rice

Johnny "Thunderer" Thunder with the power of Yz

Mad Dog i Aka Ted Grant 

Mad Dog ii Aka Yolanda Montez

Mad Dog iii Aka Tom Bronson

Bogeyman i Aka Wesley Dodds

Bogeyman ii Aka Garrett Sanford

Bogeyman iii Aka Sandy Hawkins

The Clock Aka Rex Tyler

Mr Horrific i Aka Terry Sloane

Mr Horrific ii Aka Michael Holt

Atomico Aka Grant Albert Pratt

Elemental Man i Aka William Everett, Sr.

Southwind Aka Norda Cantrell

White Cat Aka Dinah Drake

Brainpower ii Aka Henry King, Jr.

Doctor Chaos i Aka Kent Nelson

Doctor Noon i Aka Charles McNider

Doctor Noon ii Aka Elizabeth "Beth" Chapel

Commander Iron Aka Nathaniel "Nathan" Heywood

Phantom Aka Jim Corrigan possessed by Galid

Skully Aka S.K.U.L.L. AKA Pat Dugan & Cross Bones Boy Aka Sylvester Pemberton

Radion Aka Terrence Kurtzberger

Fusion Aka Fallout Aka Albert Julian Rothstein

Silver Siclone i Aka Abigail Hunkel

Twister Aka Maxine Hunkel

Spaceman i Aka Ted Knight

Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

Sky Tyrant Aka Carter Hall

Blood Wing Aka Kendra Saunders

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

(Entropy Inc.)

Emerald Aka Jennifer-Lynn Hayden

Oblivion Aka Todd James Rice

Mad Dog ii Aka Yolanda Montez

Mad Dog iii Aka Tom Bronson

Southwind Aka Norda Cantrell

Brainpower ii Aka Henry King, Jr.

Doctor Noon ii Aka Elizabeth "Beth" Chapel

Fusion Aka Fallout Aka Albert Julian Rothstein

Twister Aka Maxine Hunkel

Shooting Star Aka Courtney Whitmore power from Spaceman ii Aka Jack Knight's Cosmic Staff

(Young Offenders)

Hawkfire Aka Carrie Kelly

Olympia Aka Cassie Sandsmart

Mars Boy cloned from Alexander Luther & The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Conner Kent)

Speed Freak Aka Bartholomew Henry "Bart" Allen II

Remnant grown from the blood of Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Slobo)

Priestess Aka Anita Fite

Revenant Aka Greta Hayes

Miss Fire Aka Cissie King-Jones

(Teen Tyrants)

Flamebird Aka Jim Gordon Jr.

Wildfire Aka Koriand'r

Mirage Aka Tennyo Kushna Daughter of Rama Kushna & Katarou (Anti-Matter counter part to Raven)

Changling Aka Garfield Logan

Grid Aka Victor Stone R.I.P.

Geo Aka Tara Markov

Ballistic Aka Amy Sue Allen

Speed Zone Aka Wallace R. West

Riptide Aka Jackson Hyde Aka Kaldur'ahm

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(Young/New Syndicate)

Miss Maneater Aka M'gann M'orzz 

Tempest Aka Garth

Deadeye Aka Connor Hawke

Slipstream Aka Jesse Chambers

Mantis Aka Jamie Raynes

(Young Defenders)

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Klarion the kid Crusader

Anarky Aka Tim Drake

Toymaster iii Aka Hiro Okamura

Weather Witch Aka Joss Jackam

Black Arrow Aka Tommy Merlyn

Whitago Aka Miiyahbin Marten

Blaze Aka Keli Quintela Clonus's Effigy Gauntlet

Psi Kid Aka Sammy Stryker agent the of Psi-Ops Programme

(Young Underground)

Zero Aka Ivruskin son of Faora & Avruskin

Short Circuit Aka Julien Jourdain

Elastic Lad Aka Luke O'Brian

Amaxon Thunder Aka Aresia using Amaxon artifacts from the High Sisterhood of Hippolita Cult

Purifire Aka Aubrey Sparks power from Ignition the second Forge

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(The Angel's Sword)

Michael Al Malak/Wayne son of Cain

War Hound Aka Xiomara Rojas

Psionic Lass Aka Kathy Branden

Roughhouse Aka William Wu

Omega Kid Aka Reggie Meyer

Chernobog (Anti-Matter counter part to Flatline)

Brimstone (Anti-Matter counter part to Djinn)

Red Dart Aka Emiko Queen

(Teen Legion)

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

The Whize Aka Leonard "Lenny" Luthor

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Vis Majeure Aka Penny Booker

Cruise Aka Edward "Eddie" Thawne

Selkie Aka Ruth Lauer Aka Ra'ut L'lwer

Matrix Aka Roni Evers

Bobcat Aka Samuel Ballesteros

(The Revolutionaries)

Time Keeper Aka Temple Fugate

Marauder ii Aka Rose Wilson agent of the Amerikan Military

Lightning Strike Aka Terrence Bolatinsky agent of Justice Underground

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble agent of Human Supremacist Movement

Disastrous Aka Angelica Smith agent of H.I.V.E.

Kid Cobra Aka Nathan Prince agent of the Ouroboros Order

(The Rebellion)

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

Brainwave Aka Bernard "Barney" Venton

Violet created by C.O.M.P.U.T.O. 8 (Anti-Matter counter part to Indigo)

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble

Bestiary Aka Samuel Register

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

(Rebels For Rent / The Rebels)

Marauder ii Aka Rose Wilson

Kitsune Aka Jade Nguyen

Lieutenant Lightning Aka Behrad Tarazi

Ink ii Aka Mark Richards

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Ember Aka Carla Moretti

(The Resistance)

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Batwoman Aka Stephanie Brown

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

Klarion the kid Crusader

Mar closed from The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus (Anti-Matter counter part to Match)

Kwiz Kid (Anti-Matter counter part to Enigma)

Ballistic Aka Amy Sue Allen

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

(The Ouroboros Order)

King Cobra l Aka Sameer Park

Queen Cobra Aka Larissa Diaz

Kid Cobra Aka Nathan Prince

(Barbatos Cult)

Black Bat Aka Francine Lee

Morpheus Aka Dr. Francine Langstrom R.I.P.

(The Magic Underground)

Brother Light Aka Eldon Peck

Cinder (Anti-Matter counter part to Ember)

Dark Angel Aka Lori Zechlin

Romdur the Merciful (Anti-Matter counter part to Mordru the Merciless)

Morgan Le Fay the rightful Queen of England

Darkness Mistress Aka Sir Ystin wielding the Sword of Night

John Sargent the Spellcaster user of the Ruby of Life

Jaimini Sargent the Spellcaster user of the Ruby of Life

Night Nurse Aka Suriel possessing Alice Winter (Anti-Matter counter part to Nightmare Nurse)

Felix Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Felix Faust)

Fauna Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Fauna Faust)

Sebastian Throne (Anti-Matter counter part to Sebastian Faust)

(The Pentacle Pact)

J.J. Thunderer Aka Jakeem Williams with the power of Yz

Klarion the kid Crusader

Daughter 13 Aka Tracy Thirteen

Damon Arataz (Anti-Matter counter part to Zachary Zatara)

Hex Aka Ginny Hex the artefact hunter

(Human Supremacist Movement)

Cole Parker the Human Supremacist Movement founder, leader & head engineer

Battleaxe Aka Elise Kimble

(The Knighthood)

Brother Blood Aka Niccolai Tepes

The Knight Aka Natalia Mitternacht

The Slayer Aka Anton Mitternacht

(Outsiders)

Talon ii Aka Renegade Aka Jason Todd  

Superiorman "Soups" Aka Nullman ii Aka John Corben member of the Outsiders (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Akila runaway of The Daughters of Ares

(Citizens)

FBI Agent Simon Baz

Ace of Spades Killer Aka Liza Warner

Long Shot Aka Jessica Cruz the globe trotting assassin

James Gordon the mob boss of all New Rotterdam City & agent of Owlman

Sister Selina Kyle of church of satanism

Steven "Shifty" Drake

the Human Target Aka Jonathan Drew

Code Name : Assassin Aka Christopher Chance

Overlord Aka Travis Morgan Amerikan defector & ruler of Skartaris

Doctor Leslie Thompkins Head of Arkham Asylum

Lucius Fox head of Wayne Industries tech division & arms dealer

Natasha Irons apprentice to Lucius Fox and employee of Wayne Industries tech division

Sin the Teenage Assassin Aka Sid Rickard (Anti-Matter counter part to Prez Rickard)

The Freak Aka Big Wheeler (Anti-Matter counter part to Brother Power)

(Darkstars)

Controller Mu leader of the Darkstars

Blackstar i R.I.P. (Anti-Matter counter part to Evil Star)

Blackstar ii Aka William Hand

Razor

Fatality

Soranik Sinestro

Quanta Walker

Larfleeze

Mongal

B'dg

(Ultraman Vengeance Squadron)

Mr. Abominable Aka Jimmy Olsen

Metallo Aka John Henry Irons cybernetic's powered by K-Metal

Daughter 13 Aka Tracy Thirteen

Insect Queen Aka Lana Lang & Zazzala ex owner Marcia Monroe 

Centaur clone of Jim Harper

(Cetropolis Vigilantes)

Liberator Aka Nullman i Aka Rudy Jones (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Cyborg Ultraman Aka Henry Henshaw ex leader of Excalibur using the modified body of Rudy Jones

Superiorman "Soups" Aka Nullman ii Aka John Corben member of the Outsiders (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro)

Supernova Aka Nullman iii Aka K. Russell Abernathy powered by K-Metal (Anti-Matter counter part to Bizzaro & Nuclear Man)

Black Banshee Aka Siobhan McDougal

Dead Air Aka Leslie Willis

Phosphorus Aka Claire Selton

Atomic Knight Aka Joseph Martin created by Doctor Albert Michaels

Officer Grflznk

Warden Aka Carl Draper

Castellan Aka Carla Draper

Toymaster i Aka Winslow Schott

Toymaster ii Aka Jack Nimball

Red Hood Aka Oswald Loomis the one man Red Hood gang of Centropolis

Armory Aka Mickey DuBois powers from Alexander Luther

Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Doomsday)

(Seaboard City Vigilantes)

Repulse Aka Neal Emerson

Ink i Aka Abel Tarrant

Ink ii Aka Mark Richards

Dummy i Aka Peter Merkel

Dummy ii Aka Peter Merkel, Jr.

Force Majeure Aka Paul Booker

(Midway City Vigilantes)

The Alchemist Aka Barry Allen

Tortoise (Anti-Matter counter part to Turtle)

Cival Sage (Anti-Matter counter part to Vandal Savage)

Brainstorm i Aka Clifford DeVoe

Brainstorm ii Aka Cliff Carmichael

Locust Aka Elizabeth Hersch R.I.P.

Godspeed (Anti-Matter counter part to Savitar)

Blue Flame Aka Malcolm Thawne using the Cobalt Stone

Gold Heart Aka Keith Kenyon & Silver Smith Aka Amunet Black

Anvil Aka Anthony Woodward

Prism Aka Roy G. Bivolo

Mister Element Aka Albert Desmond

Crimson Aka Frances "Francine" Kane

Blight Aka Neil Borman

(The Rogue Hunters)

Commander Cold Aka Leonard "Leo" Snart

Heat Stroke Aka Mick Rory

Weather Warlock Aka Mark Mardon

Trixer i Aka General James Jesse

Trixer ii Aka Axel Walker

Twister Aka Roscoe Dillon

Golden Guardian Aka Lisa Snart

Mirror Monarch i Aka Sergeant Sam Scudder

Mirror Monarch ii Aka Evan McCulloch

Private Piper Aka Hartley Rathaway

Commander Boomerang i Aka George "Digger" Harkness

Commander Boomerang ii Aka Eowyn "Boomer" Mercer

(Project Chase)

Hot Pursuit Aka Hunter Zolomon

Cruise Aka Edward "Eddie" Thawne

Speed Demon Aka Daniel West

(Sea Devils Aka Atlantis)

Sea King Aka Arthur Curry

Siren Lori Aka Lemaris

Barracuda Aka Orm Marius

Leviathan (Anti-Matter counter part to Lagoon Boy)

Dead Water Aka Peter Mortimer

Fisher King Aka Fisherman

Ishmael

Hippocampi Aka Lorena Marquez first of the Sunken

Piranha Aka Tula Marius the second in command of Orm

(Weaponers)

Weaponer-500 Hal Jordan

Weaponer-666 Kyle Rainer

(Red Hood Gang The Crimson Avengers)

Red Hood Aka Jack Napier the leader

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel second in command

Red Hood Aka Alexis Kaye

Red Hood Aka Ryan Wilder

Red Hood Aka Elizabeth Kane

Red Hood Aka Dana Harlowe

Red Hood Aka Gaggy Gagsworth A. Gagsworthy

Red Hood Aka Owlman's Daughter Aka Arrow Queen Aka Terrible Turpin's Daughter Aka Black Beetle's Daughter Aka Thrill Devil Aka Duela Dent Undercover agent for the Justice Underground

(Brotherhood Of Good)

Cerebrum (Anti-Matter counter part to the Brain)

Gentleman George (Anti-Matter counter part to Monsieur Mallah)

Miss Shade Aka Laura De Mille

Gemini Aka Gemini De Mille

Port Aka Emil LaSalle

Freakout Aka Angela Hawkins 

Hemo-Goblin Aka Otto von Furth

(Salvage Squad)

Doc Aka Niles Caulder

Elongated-Doll Aka Rita Farr

Positive Man Aka Lawrence Trainor

Automan "Otto" Aka Clifford Steele

Changling Aka Garfield Logan

Plain Jane Aka Kay Challis

Worldspinner Aka Dorothy Spinner

Don the Mean Street

(Fearsome Five)

Jongleur Aka Myron Victor

Splitshot Aka William King

Lagomorph Aka Athena Tremor

Hindenburg Aka Herman Cramer

Tremor Aka Leander Brent

(League Of Light)

Ra's/Sawt Al Malak

Talie Al Malak

Cain (Anti-Matter counter part to Bane)

Black Archer Aka Malcolm Merlyn

Michael Al Malak/Wayne son of Cain

Odysseus ii Aka Maya Ducard

Bruiser Aka Colin Wilkes

(HellRaisers Decision The Satanist Church)

Brother John Constantine

Sister Sabina De La Croix

Father Midnite Aka Linton Midnite

(Order of St. Faust)

Asmodeus Aka Jean-Paul Valley, Jr.

(Metal Marauders)

Doctor William Magnus

Gold

Iron

Lead

Tin

Mercury

Platinum

Copper

(L.A.W. Living Assault Weapons)

W A R Warrior Weapons World Allocation Regent

Commander Steel (Anti-Matter counter part to Sargent Steel)

Armageddon Aka Timothy Zanetti

The Stranger i Aka Vic Sage

Martial Law Aka Ripley Jagger

Scarlet Scarub i Aka Dan Garrett

War Monger Aka Christopher Smith

Midnight Aka Eve Eden

(Starling City Vigilantes)

Artemis Aka Carrie Cutter

General Vertigo Aka Werner Zytle

(Queen Industries / The Bowmen)

Blue Bowman Aka Oliver Queen

Bolt i Aka Crimson Archer Aka Roy Harper

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance first mistress of Oliver Queen

Bolt ii Aka Mia Dearden

Pandora Aka Chloe Sullivan archeologist specializing magical Amazon weaponry & second mistress of Oliver Queen

Watchtower Aka Felicity Smoak third mistress of Oliver Queen, hacker & head of Queen Industries cyber security

The Hood Aka John "The Gave Digger" Diggle head of security at Queen Industries & Agent of the Blue Bowman

(Lex Corp)

Alexander Luthor head of Lex Corp & leader of the Legion Of Justice

Ardora Luther wife to Alexander Luthor & Alien Refugee

Apex Aka Alexander Luthor Jr.

(Future Criminal)

Black Scarab Aka Lily

Rip Hunter the Time Shredder

Anachronos Aka Matthew Ryder

XLR8 Aka Jenny Ognats

(Future Vigilante)

Black Guardian ii Aka Michelle Carter

Kid Flash Aka Thaddeus Thawne

Supergirl Aka Deborah Morgna

Officer Zoom Aka Eobard Thawne

Hokus Pokus (Anti-Matter counter part to Abracadabra)

The Twin Tornadoes Aka Don Allen & Dawn Allen

(Past Vigilante)

Mister Misfortune l Aka Thaddeus Brown

El Mefisto Aka Lazarus Lane first holder of the spirit of wrath

Jonah Hex mercenary & artefact hunter

Per Degaton last of the Time Trust

(The 101)

Orca Aka Tobias Whale

Stalwart Aka Richard Hertz

(Blackguard Inc.)

Black Guardian i Aka Trixie Collins

(H.I.V.E Aka Hierarchy for International Virtuous Empowerment)

Geo Aka Tara Markov

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Marauder i Aka Grant Wilson R.I.P.

Major Disaster Aka Michael Beldon

(Imperium)

Properium (Anti-Matter counter part to Protex)

A-Ternal (Anti-Matter counter part to A-Mortal)

Armakine (Anti-Matter counter part to Armek)

Morphxus (Anti-Matter counter part to Fluxus)

Primeve (Anti-Matter counter part to Primaid)

Ironix (Anti-Matter counter part to Tronix)

Xentury (Anti-Matter counter part to Zenturion)

Shüt (Anti-Matter counter part to ZüM)

(Crusaders)

Kingdom Aka Jackson Hawk

Jen Volt

The Maker Aka Dr. Angela Spica

Raptor Aka Shen Li-Men

Phoebus & Nightfall (Anti-Matter counter part to Apollo & Midnighter)

The Shaman Aka Jeroen Thornedike

(Executioners)

Eradicator Aka Vera Lynn Black

United Jack Aka Manchester Black

Vulcan Aka Nathan Craig Jones

Chimera Aka Pamela

The Dragon Aka Rampotatek

(Amerikan Military)

Major Trouble Aka Joseph Jones

Agent Chain Aka Benjamin Lockwood of Children of Chains

Commander Hector Hammond the head of the Psi-Ops Programme

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Shepherd Aka Joseph Wilson agent of the Psi-Ops Programme

Psi Kid Aka Sammy Stryker agent the of Psi-Ops Programme

Pilgrim Aka Steve Trevor

Amanda Waller Director of the Ghost Initiative

Genral Nathaniel Christopher Adam head of the Armageddon Project

Major General Clifford Zmeck husband to Helen Zanetti & the onsite head the Armageddon Project

Lieutenant Katherine "Kate" Rebecca Kane agent of Project M & head of the Creeps Company

(The Armageddon Project)

Armageddon Aka Timothy Zanetti

Onslaught Aka Max Thrane

Genral Nathaniel Christopher Adam head of the Armageddon Project

Major General Clifford Zmeck husband to Helen Zanetti & the onsite head the Armageddon Project

(Project M "Monstrosity" / Creeps Company)

Lieutenant Katherine "Kate" Rebecca Kane agent of Project M & head of the Creeps Company

Lady Frankenstein Aka Bride of Frankenstein

Anthony "Lupine" Lupus

Andrew "Bloody Bennett" Bennett

Kha-Ef-Re the Sun "Sunny" King

(The Green)

Venus Aka Pamela Lillian Isley

Swamp King Aka Alexander Olsen

(Order Of Andromeda)

Sister Andromeda Aka Karren Starr power from Phantom Zone Projector

Valor Guard Aka Tanya Spears power from Alpha Centurion armour

The Andromeda Madonna Aka Ultrawoman Aka Dana Dearden

(The Republic Of Kahndaq)

Captain Thunder Aka Theo Ramses Djoser Teth-Adam

Kahndaq

Lieutenant Lightning Aka Behrad Tarazi

Sargent Storm Aka Zari Adrianna Tomaz

(Overlords Of Oha)

The Interceptors (Anti-Matter counter part to The Manhunters)

Interceptors Highmistress Aka Alpha (Anti-Matter counter part to Aya)

(High Priestess Of Zamaron)

The Unseen Lantern Corps (Anti-Matter counter part to Ultra Violet & Dark Lantern)

Infrared Aka Carol Ferris

Atrocitus The Unseen Lantern

Lyssan Drak holder of the book of Unseen Light

(Cosmic Citizens)

Star Taxie Aka Rokko

Infinitus the Multi-Alien Aka Sojourner "Jo" Mullein

Princess Neila (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxima)

Starro the unifier

Saint Walker failed prophet of the Astonia star doomsday cult & harold to Starro

C.O.M.P.U.T.O. (Civilizations Oncoming Meltdown Preservation Universal Transport Operator) hosted by Vril Dox

Hyperiex (Anti-Matter counter part to Imperiex)

(Maximen)

Maximilian Lord Ex Attorney for the Crime Syndicate (Anti-Matter counter part to Maxwell Lord)

S@v0ur (Anti-Matter counter part to Kilg%re)

Terror Twins Shifter Aka Jayna & Downpour Aka Zan

Long Shadow Aka Holling Longshadow

Surge (Anti-Matter counter part to Black Vulcan)

Wind Dragon Aka Toshio Eto

(Happy "Hellion" Harbour)

Lucas "Snapper" Carr leader of the Snappers Street Gang

(Rings Of The Emotional Spectrum)

Raga holder of the Red ring of Furry

Yalan Gur holder of the Orange ring of Gluttony

Arisia holder of the Pink ring of Passion

Thaal Sinestro holder of the Yellow ring of Terror

Mongul holder of the Blue ring of Faith

Empero holder of the Indigo ring of Empathy (Anti-Matter counter part to Despero)

Power Ring Aka John Stewart holder of the Green ring of Resolve

(Sivana Squad)

Cabi The First Aka Cononel Thaddeus Sivana (Anti-Matter counter part to Ibac the First)

Major Magnificus Sivana grow up on Siegmund Krieger's miracle food

Captain Beautia Sivana holder of the Cloak of Darkness

General Georgia Sivana co creator & pilot for the Miss Atom Armour (Anti-Matter counter part to Mr. Atom)

Cabbas Aka Sargent Thaddeus Sivana, Jr. (Anti-Matter counter part to Sabbac)

(Humanites)

Super-Humanite Aka Gerard Shugel's mind placed in the boy of an Albino Gorilla

Reckoning Aka Emil Hamilton's mind placed in the corpse of Subject 6 (Anti-Matter counter part to Doomsday)

Snow Queen Aka Delores Winters's mind placed in the boy of Ice Queen Aka Sigrid Nansen R.I.P.

Samson Aka Xavier Simon's mind placed in the boy of a Sivlerback Gorilla

Powerman Aka Morgan Wilde's mind placed in the boy of an Ultraman android

(H.I.V.E. Five)

Commando Aka Simon Jones ex agent of the Psi-Ops Programme

Mastodon Aka Baran Flinders

Glimmer Aka Selinda Flinders

Bless (Anti-Matter counter part to Jinx)

Gadget Aka Mikron O'Jeneus

(Amaxons of Demon Island)

Diana Prince Queen of Demon Island

Hippolita ex queen, lover of Hades & the pact maker of Demon Island

(Amaxons of κόρες του είναι Aka daughters of Ares)

Antiope first Queen of daughters of ares, the pact breaker and first of the daughter of Arse

Requiem Aka Artemis the Shim'Tar of the daughters of Ares wielder of the Bow of Arse

Akila runaway of The Daughters of Ares

(Alexander Luthor's Test Animal)

Neutro the Ultra-Dog (Anti-Matter counter part to Krypto the Super-Dog)

Hadro the Ultra-Horse (Anti-Matter counter part to Comet the Super-Horse)

Proto the Ultra-Ape (Anti-Matter counter part to Beppo the Super-Ape)

Electro the Ultra-Cat (Anti-Matter counter part to Streaky the Super-Cat)

Negatro the Ultra-Mouse (Anti-Matter counter part to Krypto Mouse)

(Galaxy Communications)

Cat Grant head of GCN

(Checkmate Crewe)

Black King Aka Joseph Carny

White Queen Aka Mona Taylor

Black Bishop (Anti-Matter counter part to Jack of Spades)

Black Knight Aka Wanda Wayland 

White Rook Aka Derek Reston maker of the Rook Armour

(The MAZAHS's Family)

Mistress MAZAHS Aka Lena Luthor

Champion "Champ" Aka Otis Graves

The Whize Aka Leonard "Lenny" Luthor

Ignatius the pet iguana & dragon

(The Wizard MAZAHS's Militia)

The Wizard MAZAHS Aka Mamaragan

MAZAHS Aka William "Will" Batson R.I.P.

MAZAHS Jr. Aka Freddy Freeman R.I.P.

Mary MAZAHS Aka Mary Mayhem Aka Mary Bromfield

Darla Dudley R.I.P.

Eugene Choi R.I.P.

Pedro Peña R.I.P.

Dudley H. Dudley R.I.P. ex head of the Bad News Boys pick pockets

Tawny Tiger the ally cat & tiger

(Wet Works / The Horned Corporation)

Hadrian Aka Yohn Kohl

Sister Cyber Aka Maxine Manchester

Devotee Aka Lady Zannah

Razorback Aka Reno Bryce

Black Magic Aka Priscilla Kitaen

Mangaler Aka Jeremy Stone

Code Red Aka Cole Cash

Scourge Aka Marc Slayton

Rhamnusia Aka Lady Charis of the Adrastea

O.M.A. One Man Army (Anti-Matter counter part to O.M.A.C & T.A.O)

Slaughter Aka Kenesha

Mister Massacre Aka James Bronson Aka Massacros of Khera

Legend (Anti-Matter counter part to Mythos)

Black Zero derived from Experiment B 0 Aka Null Woman Aka Adrianna Tereshkova (Anti-Matter counter part to Void & Bizarro Girl)

(Team 6)

Terminator Aka Slade Wilson the director of D.E.O. & agent of H.I.V.E.

Amanda Waller

Pilgrim Aka Steve Trevor

John Lynch

Code Red Aka Cole Cash

Jackhammer Aka Alexander Fairchild

(Skywatch)

Henry Bendix Director of The Weathermen & bonded with the Void entity

Celsius Aka Lauren Pennington

Prima Donna Aka Isabella Fermi

Heaven Sent Aka Nigel Keane

Gashadokuro Aka Toshiro Misawa

Brumal Aka Nikolas Andreyvitch Kamarov

(Ghost Initiative /Ghost Patrol)

Amanda Waller Director of the Ghost Initiative

Colonel Richard Flag, Jr.

Red Hood Aka Harleen Quinzel

Live Fire Aka Floyd Lawton

Man-Shark Aka Nanaue

Commander Boomerang i Aka George "Digger" Harkness

(The Huntresses)

Overwatch Aka Barbara Gordon

Richard "The Gray Ghost" Grayson top assassin of mob boss James Gorden

Black Siren Aka Dinah Laurel Lance

Talon iiii Aka Furry Aka Helena Bertinelli/Wayne

Condor ii Aka Dawn Granger & Swan ii Aka Holly Granger

Madame Black Mask ii Aka Zinda Blake

(Unalloyed Criminals)

The Marshion Aka J'edd J'arkus R.I.P.

Streak Aka Barry Allen the one man the Crime Syndicate couldn't catch

Condor i Aka Donald Hall & Swan i Aka Hank Hall

(Black Mask Squadron)

Black Mask Aka Bartholomew "Bart" Hawk

Andre Blanc-Dumont

Carlo "Chuck" Siriani

Madame Black i Aka Natalie Reed

Olaf Friedriksen

Ritter Hendricksen

Stanislaus Drozdowski

Weng Chan

(The Movement)

Commodore Murphy

Cecilia "Cece" Sunbeam

J.P. Houston

Lucia Lynn Houston

Mohammed Qahtanii

(Pokolistan Military)

Zed Aka Avruskin

Faora Right hand woman to Zed Aka Avruskin

Zero Aka Ivruskin son of Faora & Avruskin

Short Circuit Aka Julien Jourdain

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

Missing motorsport right now so here is Formula E racing tunes to help with the lack of racing (the song is the position of their racing numbers in the charts). Enjoy 😊😊

Lucas Di Grassi (11th August 1984) - Phil Fearon & Galaxy - Everybody's Laughing

Sam Bird (9th January 1987) - Oran 'Juice' Jones - The Rain

Edoardo Mortara (12th January 1987) - Cameo - Candy

Sebastien Buemi (31st October 1988) - The Beatmasters With PP Arnold - Burn It Up

Jean-Eric Vergne (25th April 1990) - Erasure - Blue Savannah

Robin Frijns (7th August 1991) - The Shamen - Move Any Mountain

Antonio Felix Da Costa (31st August 1991) - Simple Minds - Stand By Love

Nico Muller (25th February 1992) - The Cult - Heart Of Soul

Stoffel Vandoorne (26th March 1992) - CeCe Peniston - Finally

Norman Nato (8th July 1992) - Sophie B Hawkins - Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover

Oliver Rowland (10th August 1992) - 2 Unlimited - Magic Friend

Jordan King (26th February 1994) - Cypress Hill - Insane In The Brain

Jake Hughes (30th May 1994) - The Prodigy - No Good (Start The Dance)

Mitch Evans (24th June 1994) - Maxx - Get-A-Way

Nick Cassidy (19th August 1994) - DJ Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince - Summertime

Pascal Wehrlein (18th October 1994) - Coolio - I Remember

Nyck De Vries (6th February 1995) - Suede - New Generation

Jake Dennis (16th June 1995) - Robson & Jerome - Unchained Melody

Kelvin Van Der Linde (20th June 1996) - Gloria Estefan - Reach

Max Gunther (2nd July 1997) - Eternal ft Bebe Winans - I Wanna Be The Only One

Sergio Sette Camara (23rd May 1998) - Wyclef Jean - Gone Till November

Joel Eriksson (28th June 1998) - B*Witched - C'est La Vie

Jehan Daruvala (1st October 1998) - Sarah McLachlan - Adia

Dan Ticktum (8th June 1999) - Basement Jaxx - Red Alert

Sacha Fenestraz (28th July 1999) - Maw PTS India - To Be In Love

Paul Aron (4th February 2004) - Maroon 5 - Harder To Breathe

Taylor Barnard (1st June 2004) - Anastacia - Left Outside Alone

Added to this playlist 😊😊

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

A by-no-means comprehensive list of fictional characters Doreen Green, Squirrel Girl, could pull, if she so chose

Victor von Doom

Johnny Storm (all versions)

Spider Gwen

Leah of Hel

David Alleyne

Kate Bishop

Phil Coulson

Nick Fury

Natasha Romanov

Sharon Carter

Jubilation Lee

Nightcrawler

Jason Todd

Kara Danvers

Soap MacTavish

Elle Woods

Homelander (from The Boys) (she wouldn't but she COULD, he's weirdly obsessed with her. I'm sorry, I don't make the rules)

Kimiko, also from the Boys. This means she gets Frenchie as well, it's a 2-for-1 deal

Bucky Barnes

One of the Flashes, I don't know enough about them to say who

Garfield Logan (Beast Boy)

Dr. Betty Ross

Bane

Steven Strange

Roberto da Costa (Sunspot)

Yelena Belova (who I believe is aroace; they would have a lovely queerplatonic marriage, again, I do not make the rules)

Eli Bradley

Sherlock and Watson from Elementary. Yes both of them.

Selina Kyle

Bruce Wayne, specifically Battinson

Mr. Freeze

Radar O'Rilley from MASH

Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet

Damian Wayne

I will accept additions but I absolutely will not accept subtractions

[richincolor]

Belle of the Ball by Mari Costa

A young adult graphic novel about high school wallflower Belle Hawkins, who ends up in a love triangle after tutoring the girlfriend of her crush.

High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her.

And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.

Review: This is going to be a short and sweet review, because there isn't much to say about Belle of the Ball other than -- wow, that was so much fun! But okay, I'll elaborate a bit since this is a review after all, and not a text I'm shooting off to a friend to persuade them to pick up this sweet, funny, and queer coming-of-age graphic novel.

Belle of the Ball follows one Belle Hawkins, who agrees to tutor her crush's girlfriend. Belle is a bit of a wallflower -- she's literally the school mascot, while her crush is a cheerleader. And her crush's girlfriend is a jock, who just so happens to have a history with Belle. Cue romantic shenanigans.

This is a heartfelt and adorable queer teen romcom that you won't regret picking up. You'll end up with a smile on your face.

Recommendation: Get it soon!

[trevlad-sounds]

Sunday 6 August Mixtape 350 “Ships Message”

2023-08-06

Ambient Cosmic Space Synth Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom.

Pollypraha-Tinnitus 00:00

Nyorai-Waterfall 03:28

Oneohtrix Point Never-Zones Without People 06:59

The Green Kingdom-517 10:25

Slowdive-Ambient Guitar - Demo Version 14:30

JakoJako-Deine Augen 19:49

Maxime Denuc-Düsseldorf 24:32

Chris Otchy-Francis and Gretchen 28:43

Onepointwo-Sonar Loop 30:48

Strategy-Message from Ouroboros 32:11

Bart Hawkins-Going Back in Time Moves You Forward 39:02

Eulipion Corps-Tree Ships 45:48

Lisa Bella Donna-Proto-Lakota 47:58

Franklin de Costa-Poseidon 52:37

[celepom]

FAVOURITE GRAPHIC NOVELS OF 2023

The Infinity Particle - By Wendy Xu

In this gorgeous graphic novel by Wendy Xu, co-creator of the award-winning Mooncakes, a young inventor falls for a lifelike AI and confronts questions of freedom and autonomy. Clementine Chang moves from Earth to Mars for a new start and is lucky enough to land her dream job with Dr. Marcella Lin, an Artificial Intelligence pioneer. On her first day of work, Clem meets Dr. Lin’s assistant, a humanoid AI named Kye. Clem is no stranger to robots—she built herself a cute moth-shaped companion named SENA. Still, there’s something about Kye that feels almost too human. When Clem and Kye begin to collaborate, their chemistry sets off sparks. The only downside? Dr. Lin is enraged by Kye’s growing independence and won’t allow him more freedom. Plus, their relationship throws into question everything Clem thought she knew about AI. After all, if Kye is sentient enough to have feelings, shouldn’t he be able to control his own actions? Where is the line between AI and human? As her past and Kye’s future weigh down on her, Clem becomes determined to help him break free—even if it means risking everything she came to Mars for.

Not Sew-Wicked Stepmom - By i r u, Yir, Mo9Rang

Once upon a time, there was a lovely young princess who suffered under her cruel stepmother…that is, until a children’s clothing designer is reborn as the evil stepmother! All the new Queen Abigail Friedkin wants to do is dote on the adorable Princess Blanche and give her the happy childhood she deserves. The problem is, the previous Abigail has garnered a reputation for being extremely jealous and materialistic—and to top it off, her smile is the stuff of children’s nightmares! Will Abigail be able to convince her stepdaughter that she might not be so wicked after all? 

(TW, childhood SA of the main male lead)

Until I Love Myself: The Journey of a Nonbinary Manga Artist

A bravely blunt autobiography about confronting the tangled traumas of gender dysphoria and workplace sexual harassment. Nonbinary manga artist Poppy Pesuyama is excited when forms offer the option to choose “neither” for gender and thrilled about their new job working as an assistant for mangaka X! But then he sexually harasses them, treating them first like a girl and then like something less than human. It only lasts a few months, but in some ways it never ends. Born into a body they hate and still reeling from the abuse they faced seven years ago, Pesuyama begins to rail at their past, their friends, and even their mother as they try to come to terms with who they are and what happened to them.

Belle of the Ball - By Mari Costa

High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her. And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich - By Deya Muniz

Lady Camembert wants to live life on her own terms, without marriage. Well, without marrying a man, that is. But the law of the land is that women cannot inherit. So when her father passes away, she does the only thing she can: She disguises herself as a man and moves to the capital city of the Kingdom of Fromage to start over as Count Camembert.   But it’s hard to keep a low profile when the beautiful Princess Brie, with her fierce activism and great sense of fashion, catches her attention. Camembert can’t resist getting to know the princess, but as the two grow closer, will she able to keep her secret?   A romantic comedy about mistaken identity, true love, and lots of grilled cheese.

[kougaonn]

4, 9, and 20 for the music ask!

4) a song that makes you feel strong

treasure planet has a special place in my heart. jim hawkins is me and jim hawkins is transgender

9) a song that reminds you of yourself

no comment

20) a song for car rides

recently started listening to buddha trixie and this one's one of my favorites. my mom laughed at the title when i played it in the car with her

thanks for the ask :333

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Justice League Ice Breakers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZqSA1cE

by Obligatory_Trope_Insert

The League's tech guys have developed a new communication platform. Now super heroes can talk to other super heroes.

Almost entirely based on the DCAU. The overall plot and characters are from Justice League and Justice League Unlimited with some story lines taken from the comics.

Presenting the DCAU text fic that no one but me asked for because I love a good text fic that incorporates every single character including the minor ones. Also I thought this would be less work than an actual narrative plot but I'm so freaking exhausted after writing this you have no clue

Words: 3166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), DCU (Comics), DCU, DC Animated Universe (Timmverse)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Justice League (DCU), Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne, Shayera Hol, Wally West, J'onn J'onzz, John Stewart (DCU), Mr. Terrific, Ray Plamer (Atom), Kara Danvers, Oliver Queen, Billy Batson, Dinah Lance, Greg Saunders (Vigilante), Courtney Whitmore (Stargirl), The Question (DCU), Pat Dugan (STRIPE), Sir Justin (DCAU), Zatanna Zatara, Cisco Ramon (Vibe), Orion (DCU), Beatriz da Costa (Fire), Tora Olafsdotter (Ice), Mike Maxwell (B'wana Beast), Kimiyo Hoshi (Doctor Light), Aztek (DCU), Jack Ryder (Creeper), Tom Tresser (Nemesis), Atom Smasher - Character, Arthur Curry (DCU), Sanderson Hawkins (Sand), Ted Grant (Wildcat), Doctor Fate, Crimson Fox, Thunderbolt - Character, Patrick "Eel" O'Brian (Plastic Man), Ralph Dibny (Elongated Man), Nathaniel Adam (Captain Atom), Red Tornado, Daniel Cassidy (Blue Devil), Cynthia Reynolds (Wraith), Lee Travis (Crimson Avenger), Prince Gavyn (Starman), Todd Rice (Obsidian), Matthew Ryder (Wave Rider), Rex Mason, Jason Blood, Etrigan, Hank Hall, Don Hall, John Henry Irons (Steel), Dmitri Pushkin (Red Rocket), Charles McNider (Doctor Midnight), Rick Tyler (Hourman), Michael Carter (Booster Gold)

Additional Tags: Justice League as Family (DCU), Families of Choice, Comic Book Lore, Chatting & Messaging, No over plot just vibes and family, super heroing, probably more chapters to come, this was fun, Bickering, Crack, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Team as Family

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZqSA1cE

[kingsbridgelibraryteens]

Reluctant Reader Wednesday: Belle of the Ball by Mari Costa 

B. Hawkins is a quiet and shy high school student. In fact, she’s so shy that sometimes she feels more comfortable dressed as the school mascot than she does when she’s not wearing a furry cat head on top of her own. One day, she gets up the courage to ask out a popular cheerleader named Regina Moreno, but that day quickly turns into a disaster. Because Regina’s on-again-off-again relationship with Chloe Kitagawa was actually on again.

OOPS.

When Regina asks Hawkins to tutor Chloe as a favor, it makes things complicated. But when Chloe realizes that “B. Hawkins” was once known as Belle, who used to be one of Chloe’s closest friends, then things get even MORE complicated.

Give this book to fans of love triangles, messy relationships, and wallflowers coming out of their shells. It would also be a great choice for fans of Check Please! by Ngozi Ukazu and other graphic novels that mix sports with LGBTQ romance.