#{ C: Drake Walker }

[soulcluster-moved]

@spllledwlne / artemis / xx.

As much as he tries to distance himself from the life of the nobility, the fact of the matter is that his childhood friend, his best friend, is the crown prince, and after all these years Liam has rubbed off on him. He wanted Liam to be happy, he deserved to be with all that he went through, and if Drake could just stop having feelings for Artemis she would surely how great a guy Liam was.

No, it didn't really make sense, but he wanted it to. He'd been trying to make it make sense, but it didn't. The only thing that was clear to him was how wildly his heart beat around her, how badly he wanted to know more about her and be the reason for her smile, the reason she laughed, the one she kissed.

And every time, he reeled himself back, brought back to earth by the thought of Liam or how her reputation might suffer because of him or even just his own insecurities. Ironically, out of all the women he knew, she was the most down-to-earth and that understood him and his views best, but she felt more out of his league than any noble woman.

"It wouldn't stop there." His voice is thick, belaying his true desire in the same way his eyes do. "This moment isn't all that I—" It wasn't all that he wanted, but voicing even that felt forbidden, so his words trailed. "It isn't that easy, Steward."

[dxskofthearchivxst]

❛ come back to bed. ❜ ( Markel to Drake, source, @wolves-of-etoile )

**Thump**

Markel didn't have to tell Drake twice, though judging by the slight grin on his face, it wasn't going to be for free.

"Darlin',-" Drake started before shuffling in and kissing Markel's nose. His breath tasted of coffee and McGriddles. "I would LOVE ta spend the whole day in bed with you...."

"...But it's almost noon," he teased with a smirk as he pressed a kiss to Markel's forehead. "The kiddo's already at school and I brought ya back a bagel if that helps coax you outta bed at all?"

[ceauxrtney]

“Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it”

[pboogerswbb]

SO IT GOES - chapter 3

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, sexual themes and language, bad proofreading Wordcount: 6K A/C: a little post win celebration!! enjoy this ;)

-

Before London

I check my phone, 6:30AM. Way too early for anything, let alone a meeting. Climbing into my Jeep, I pull out of the parking lot onto the road, only to come to a sudden stop, my foot stepping on the break before I can think. Standing there, in the early morning sun painting her skin golden, is Izara, holding her phone and tapping her heeled foot on the ground impatiently. She’s in a black sheath dress that hugs her body all the way down to her ankles, not too tight to be inappropriate, but snug in just the right places to leave me wanting more. There’s a thick leather belt on her waist, the golden buckle matching her earrings perfectly. Naturally she looks perfect, the slight frown on her face only making her more beautiful.

I pull up next to her, rolling down the passenger window.

“Yo, Zari!”

She jumps before finally seeing me, her hard face softening.

“Oh my goodness, you scared me,” the girl chuckles, her hand on her chest from the surprise. “What are you doing up this early?”

“I gotta meeting, some promo stuff,” I explain. “Where you headed?”

Zari looks around and I can tell she’s growing frustrated, letting out an annoyed laugh. “Well I’m supposed to be heading to work but my Uber isn’t here and isn’t answering any calls or anything,” she complains. “I’m literally about to be late, and Linda is going to murder me with her own, cold hand-”

“Woah, woah, we’re a mess here but we don’t do that even in America,” I laugh, reaching over to push the door open for Izara. “Lemme drive you Iz.”

She thinks for a while, looking around and finally sighing in defeat, climbing gracefully into my Jeep. 

“Are you sure you have time?” She asks, concerned as she crosses her legs and locks eyes with me. Like clockwork, my chest begins to pound, but I let it. I don’t wanna look away from the green of her pupils just yet.

“You going to the Wings office building?” I ask, leaning against my seat. The girl nods.

“That’s perfect, I was going that way already,” I lie, knowing it was 20 minutes in the opposite direction. But I couldn’t leave Izara in trouble, and she seemed so worried with that frown on her face. This is worth being late for.

“Thank you darling, you’re an angel. Really.” Zari sighs in relief, reaching over to pat my forearm. The goosebumps are immediate, spreading all over my body as I pull into the next lane. 

My eyes flicker from the traffic to her, and my stomach begins to twist. The other day I was beating myself up over being an idiot around her, and now I got this girl in my car, humming to the Drake song that’s playing. Say something charming, quick.

“You always dress so fancy,” I say, leaning back with one hand on the wheel, the other on my lap. It almost comes out like an insult. Great.

“Is that bad?” Izara quickly replies, turning her head to me. From my peripheral vision I can see the glimmer in the corner of her eye, she’s joking. In my head I pat myself on the back for finally learning her cues.

Grinning, I shrug and lick my lower lip. “I dunno, I think you should be dressing in basketball shorts and sports bras like the rest of us.”

“You think I could pull that off?” Her tone is coy, teasing. Almost… flirty? No, I’m imagining.

“You know you could,” I murmur, mouth going dry at the thought of her in such little clothing before me.

She laughs, nose scrunching up as she does. “I’m not so sure. I don’t have abs like you.”

My palms grow clammy against the wheel at her words, the idea of Zari watching me close enough to notice my body in that way leaving me tongue tied.

“Uh, well, not everyone can I guess,” I mumble, my voice shakier than I’d like. I should’ve said something else - like how I think she looks gorgeous, how the softness of her stomach only made me want to kiss all over it on my way down, to take my time with her. Okay, maybe not that part.

The car falls silent, the motor humming constantly in the background, interrupted only by the Summer Walker and Drake song playing through the stereo. 

Staring out the window, Zari begins to softly sing along, barely audible but just enough for me to notice.

“Girls can't never say they need it, girls can't never say now, give it to me like you need it, baby, want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing,I don't need a reason, baby.” 

The dirty lyrics spilling from her lips contrasting with her poise and elegance make my mind spin, a burn igniting somewhere deep in my abdomen.

“Didn’t take you for a Drake girl,” I smirk, turning the song up for her. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Zari scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, you don’t seem like someone who listens to rap,” I admit.

“What do I seem like then?”

“Like you listen to classical music or,” I think for a while. “Well I dunno some classy shit. Whatever British people listen to.”

Zari laughs, shaking her head. “Would you believe me if I say British people are just like you?”

I join her laughter. She had a point.

“Anyway, my brother loves Drake. His biggest fan, I swear,” Izara adds, sliding the sunglasses from her forehead to her face as the sun rises in the horizon, colouring the sky with a pink hue.

“Nope, that’s me,” I answer competitively.

Izara turns to me, a wide smile spread across her face. “You’d get along. You’re kinda similar actually.”

“Oh yeah? What’s his name?”

“Kiran.” 

There’s a hint of longing in the girl’s voice, head turning to look out the window again.

“You miss him?” I ask carefully.

She nods. “A lot.”

“He watch hoops?” 

Zari laughs, her mood instantly lifting. “He does, he thinks you’re hot.”

I scrunch my face, shaking my head. “Yeah, Ion swing that way. Sorry.”

“That’s what I told him,” the girl chuckles.

I glance at her, still unsure about which way she swung. Usually it went two ways with the straight girls - either they assumed I was into them and made it very clear they didn't want me, avoiding my gaze, flinching when I touched them or they got overly flirty, getting some sort of power trip by assuming I wanted them. With Izara, I wasn’t sure. 

“You just need some, someone that's calm and patient, submission, domination,” we sing together, making the girl sitting next to me giggle as our voices blend together. Maybe she wasn’t straight.

“Arched back, deep stroke, white wine, Weed smoke, that's my best combination, You just need some dick with no complications,” I hum by myself now, Zari going quiet, too modest to match the lyrics. As my eyes flicker to her I realise I’m causing her to blush, the pink of her cheeks spreading all over her face. I think she’s flustered. Maybe not straight.

I push further, continuing to sing casually as my free hand rests on my shorts, tapping the rhythm, wondering if she was watching me beneath the dark sunglasses hiding her green emerald eyes. “How 'bout I just take my time? You call up my line, I fall up inside you, Girls need love, too, I know.”

Her chest is heaving, and her throat bobs as she swallows, fidgeting on her seat into a more comfortable position. She is flustered. Definitely not straight.

“You aight?” I ask, trying my best to bury the growing grin on my face. I got her squirming on her seat, me, just by singing. I mean I knew my singing was good but damn (or more likely it was the lyrics but whatever). 

Zari clears her throat, chuckling awkwardly. “It’s just so hot all the time,” she sighs, rubbing her chest and avoiding my gaze as we reach the office building.

“Yeah,” I agree, eyes locked on her side profile, parking the car by the front entrance.

Finally, the dark haired girl turns to me, lifting the sunglasses off her face. There she is, those green eyes that made me feel intimidated and comforted all at once.

“Thank you so much again love,” she smiles and I can feel myself melting away.

“Anytime Iz, forreal.” 

Our eyes lock just for a second longer than might be considered casual, until she lowers her gaze to my neck. Zari’s long, slender fingers reach over, dragging across my neck as she fiddles with my chain, fixing it with gentle hands. Her long nails scratch softly against my skin as she does so, sending jolts across my body, all the way to each finger and each toe. I nearly choke as she holds the cross between her fingertips admiring it for a moment, before her other hand pulls some of my hair caught underneath the chain free. I can hear my pulse in my ears.

“The lock was showing,” Zari hums pulling away. It takes everything in me not to pull her back in, so instead I squeeze the wheel underneath my hands till my knuckles go red.

“O-oh,” I mumble in a hushed tone from the way I was trying to keep my breathing under control. “Th-thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” the girl smiles as if oblivious to the effect she’s having on me. I wonder if she really is.

As she climbs out, her phone falls off her lap to the floor of my car. I quickly pick it up for her, glancing at the screen as I do.

Jasper 3 missed calls

“Oh oops, thank you,” Zari smiles, grabbing the phone from my hand, not seeing the way I was eyeing the screen. “Have a good meeting Paige.”

“You too,” I smile, following her with my gaze until she’s inside.

Jasper huh. Maybe she was straight after all. Rubbing my jaw, I pull back into the highway, squirming on my seat as my thighs press together. My mind is spinning, still feeling the tingles of Zari’s touch on my neck, her fingernails dragging against my skin. The goosebumps are travelling straight to my core.

“Shit,” I mumble to myself, feeling the way I was dripping into my boxers, hand on my thigh itching to travel into my shorts, to swirl in my folds at the thought of Izara touching me like that. Not now Paige, later.

Glancing at the clock I realise I’m already nearly late to my meeting. Fuck it, worth it. As long as I got that girl to work on time.

-

Jasper had called me five times. FIVE TIMES in 24 hours. I had been on edge since yesterday, the pain in my shoulders growing more tense. Frankly, I was surprised by the fact I still had any teeth left from all the teeth grinding I’d been doing. I needed to disconnect, turn my phone off and have a self-care day. So I’d found myself at the communal gym in the apartment building before work, 30 minutes of stairmaster and some lifting bound to get my mind off things.

“4, 5, 6, 7… 8…” I count to myself, doing back extensions as I hold a plate weight against my chest. Sweat dripping down my back, I climb off the machine and place the weight down, nothing in my mind but the burn in my upper back.

“Mornin’” I hear a familiar voice from behind me, hoarse with sleep still. My head snaps back and it’s exactly who I expected it to be. Paige, in grey basketball shorts and a navy blue Uconn tee, slightly too small, apparent from the way it fits tightly around her shoulders and arms. Her eyes are still red and puffy from sleep.

Suddenly I feel the need to check myself in the mirror, tightening my ponytail and fixing the pink lululemon set hoping the blonde doesn’t notice. I wish I’d worn a bit of makeup. Still, I feel relieved when I see her. I could use a friend right now.

“Oh good morning!” I smile, taking a sip of my water bottle. “Don’t you have a weight room at College Park?” 

Paige scoffs looking around offended. “Wow, I can leave if you want me to.”

I giggle like a schoolgirl, my hand subconsciously landing on her arm as I laugh. I feel it flex underneath my touch, surprisingly muscular. 

“No, no, I’m glad to see you. Just surprised,” I say, pulling back, watching a grin grow on the taller girl’s face.

“The AC’s still broke so,” the blonde explains, looking around the gym. “You doing upper body?”

“I am,” I hum, walking towards the weights, my eyes flickering to Paige’s reflection in the mirror. It was insane how she had clearly just rolled out of bed, no makeup, hair slicked back in a ponytail and still she looks great.

“Same, same,” she mumbles, watching closely as I stretch my arms and wrists to prepare. “Can I join you?”

“Sure,” I say smiling. “Shoulder press?”

“You got it,” Paige agrees, grabbing a bench and setting it up for us. “Ladies first.”

I laugh again, planting myself on the bench with a set of 15s. To my shock Paige grabs them from my hands, giving me a pair of 20s instead.

“Paigeuh!” I complain but she shakes her head.

“C’mon, I’mma be your personal trainer,” she grins, standing behind me and meeting my eyes in the mirror. Her hands land on my shoulders, rubbing gently, immediately easing the pain there. I nearly moan, forgetting my surroundings for a moment.

“Look at these shoulders,” she says, squeezing the muscles there. “You can do the 20s Iz. I’ll spot you.”

She sounds so sure, so confident that I have no other choice but to feel confident too, picking up the weights and getting into position.

“Gimme eight.”

Nodding, I begin to do one rep after another, a shake in my arms already visible on the fifth. I focus on trying to keep a straight face on the sixth, Paige notices my struggle and places her fingers underneath my elbows, sparks shooting up my arms.

“I gotchu, two more.”

Something about her touch, her belief in me powers me through it. After two more reps, the blonde grabs the weights from me.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, rubbing my forehead. Paige chuckles, looking at my reflection.

“Ion think I’ve ever heard you swear before,” she says, making me laugh.

“Well lucky you I guess we’re really friends now,” I reply, meeting her blue eyes in the mirror. She’s biting on her bottom lip, staring, hand resting on my shoulder.

“You’re tense as hell, yknow?” Paige laughs, feeling my shoulders. My skin burns underneath her touch and I know it’s because it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone that near. It feels good to be touched. Even by a friend.

I nod. “I know.”

Furrowing her brows, the blonde begins to massage my stiff shoulders, so gently I feel like a baby bird in her hands, the way her thumbs dig into my muscles ever so slightly. My eyes fluttering shut, I hum compliantly, feeling my muscles begin to relax under her touch.

“Is this okay?” Paige whispers, her voice merely audible.

“Mhm,” I murmur. “A little harder is okay too.”

I hear a heavy exhale from behind me when the blonde’s fingers press deeper, massaging against my upper back, moving upwards to the sides of my neck. Goosebumps travel all over me. I feel a familiar burn, a faint memory of a feeling from the past spreading over my upper thighs and lower abdomen, stirring within me.

“Like this?”

Her voice is gravelly, a soft mutter on her lips. I feel myself melting underneath her touch, a heat pooling between my legs from the skilled way she works my muscles. I could tell she was skilled with her hands, just from the sure, confident way in which she moves against me..

All of a sudden I hear the door go, and I know the blonde hears it too as her hands retract, both our gazes turning to the entrance where another neighbour walks in, greeting politely.

“Hello,” I smile, my voice coming out soft. My mind spins as I grab the weights again, ready for a second round. But part of me is distracted by the stirring in my stomach, still apparent, still distracting. I watch Paige settle behind me, her face even redder than mine.

“Ready?” She asks, our gazes locking. I lift the weights, preparing for the movement.

“Ready.”

-

“Give me two more please,” I encourage the blonde girl, her mouth shut tight in a narrow line, brows furrowed in concentration as she stands beside me, staring into the mirror, shaking her head.

“Ahh shit,” she breathes, hissing as her arms shake, not able to bring the next bicep curl further than halfway.

“C’mon, two more,” I demand, placing my fingertips underneath her wrists, fooling the blonde’s brain that I’m helping. It’s enough for Paige to finish two more reps, letting out a relieved groan as she places the weights down.

“You’re tryna kill me Iz,” she groans, rubbing her sweaty face with her hand, veins becoming more prominent from the strain.

“Nope! Just knew you could do better,” I smile, grabbing my smaller set of weights for my final rep. My body felt exhausted in the best way, all my worries completely forgotten. In the mirror I can see the baby hairs curling around my face, spilling out from my high pony, sweat dripping from my neck, down my chest, between my cleavage. Eyes flickering to Paige, I notice her gaze on my ass as she settles to stand behind me, but I don’t think much of it.

“Alright, let’s go,” Paige smiles, meeting my stare in the mirror.

Picking up the weights, I begin to do my bicep curls. One, two. On the third one I’m already struggling, making me huff and subconsciously swing my hips ever so slightly to help my hands curl all the way.

The blonde tuts behind me, her hands finding my waist with ease, holding tight. It surprises me enough that I nearly drop the weights.

“Watch your core Iz,” Paige murmurs, meeting my gaze in the mirror. Her front is hovering just an inch away from my back, radiating with heat and electricity as her hands drag around to the exposed skin of my upper abdomen. “Squeeze here,” Paige whispers, her touch moving downwards and sideways to the sides of my hips. “And here.”

Lips slightly parted, I nod, my chest positively heaving now. Focusing on flexing my core muscles, I keep doing reps with a newfound focus. Though the way my body tingles is distracting, making my head swirl.

“That’s it,” Paige coos, her arms snaking around to help me with the last few reps, hands supporting my wrists. For some reason, an involuntary trembling breath spills from my mouth as she inches closer, the curve of my ass pressing against her. I suppose I’m just not used to this sort of closeness with my friends yet.

“Aaaand eight, yes ma’am!” The blonde grins, grabbing the weights and setting them back for me, brushing closer to my back before walking off. The loss of contact brings me back from the swirling thoughts in my head, as I blink and take in my surroundings, and the blonde girl in front of me. I notice the way her biceps have grown from the strain, arms covered in veins and glistening with sweat. 

“That was so good,” I sigh, throwing my arm over my face as I try to catch my breath. Paige holds up her hand, and I high five it with a giggle. 

“Good?!” She calls out. “You a masochist or sum?”

I scoff, a little taken aback by the crude question. “Rude!” I laugh, red in the face and playfully shove the blonde off. She’s barely affected, my push not hard enough to shake her from her stand.

“You got work?” Paige asks, sipping on her water, jaw prominent as she throws her head back. The veins on her hand are still popping, wrapped around the bottle.

“Uhh, yes. But I do have to shower first.”

“You need a ride?”

I shake my head, she already drove me once. That has to be enough.

“Oh no thank you,” I smile, walking towards the exit, the blonde following at my heel and opening the door for me.

“You sure? I don’t mind,” Paige asks again, more insistent. Like she wants to. But I couldn’t let her.

“No, no, I promise.”

-

“So, how’s Dallas?” KK’s voice comes through my speaker. I’m sitting by my cubby at College Park Center, still half empty. Part of me refused to leave my stuff here, to decorate, to make it home. But I was slowly trying to change things around, forcing myself to place some sports bras and shorts on the top shelf. That would be a start.

“Uhh, it’s Dallas,” I murmur, brushing through my hair, still damp from my post practice shower. 

“You forgettin’ us already?” The girl on the phone teases, making me scoff as I tie my shoes back on. 

“Y’all wouldn’t let me.”

“You right girl,” KK replies. I pack my Nike bag, throwing on a black hoodie over my sports bra and shorts. Practice had run late and I’d spend my time in the shower, trying to revise plays, my arms killing me from the workout earlier.

“You try barbecue yet?” The girl asks. She had texted me ten minutes ago, claiming it was an emergency. Ever since I called she’d been asking me trivial questions about everything she could think of - clearly me and her had different definitions of emergency.

“Not yet, haven’t been out much actually,” I admit, grabbing the phone where it’s set on the shelf, KK’s face taking up the screen, watching me.

“Well I was gon ask if Dallas has hot girls but guess you haven’t seen em then.”

I laugh, throwing the bag over my shoulder. “Well, actually…” I start, a small grin growing across my face.

“Yo, I see that grin P Boogers!” KK gasps. “You haven’t told me about no girl.”

I put my hands up in defeat, mouth twisting into a tight smile. “Nah, it’s not worth mentioning. She ain’t even from here. She’s British.”

“Whatttt???? She hot?”

“She’s fine, way outta my league.”

The girl on the phone scoffs, her expression turning serious. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m forreal!” I laugh. “She’s classy. Bro she drinks wine.”

“Damn, so she’s grown. Didn’t you say sumn about being celibate?” KK asks, making me groan.

I rub my face, walking out of the dressing room into the confusing hallways of College Park Center. First left, then right, I tell myself, KK’s voice echoing around the narrow corridor.

“Nahhh don’t remind me. I was outta my mind after that Natty win,” I reply, opening door after another to get out of the building.

“So what’s her nameeee, send a pic,” the girl says, her voice coy.

“I think she’s straight,” I scoff, walking through another door.

KK cackles loudly. “Like that’s stopped you before.”

“Alright, bye now.”

“Wait wait, I miss you,” the younger girl pouts. God, if she knew how bad I missed her. Missed all of them.

“Miss you too KK, y’all gotta come visit soon.”

“Yea, love you.”

“Love you, bye.”

I hang up, the silence echoing around me tugging at my heartstrings. But before I let the sadness wash over me, I’m met with Izara standing in a corridor by the exit, tapping away at her phone.

“Oh, hey Paige,” she smiles widely when she spots me, wearing a long black skirt and a sleeveless white turtleneck, looking beautiful as ever. Of course, what else would you expect?

“Hey Iz,” I smile, walking over to her. “You heading out?”

She nods, showing me her phone. “About to Uber,” the girl replies. With a roll of my eyes I open the door, nodding my head toward the open air where the sun was beginning to set.

“No, Paige, I couldn’t,” she complains but I’m too stubborn to give up.

“Don’t make me hold this heavy ass door open more than I need to,” I complain, still feeling the burn in my biceps and shoulders from the earlier workout. “We both going home anyway.”

With a dramatic scoff, Izara admits defeat, walking past me. I follow her, watching as the orange light of the setting sun paints us both warm and golden.

“Yeah I thought so,” I hum confidently, mostly to myself.

Zari’s hand pushes my arm playfully. “I only said yes because you seemed so pitiful,” she claims, head held high as always. My heart grows warm when the girl comes to a halt before her door, so used to me opening them for her already. I do so, knowing I was pleasing her. Good. I could easily be her friend knowing I got to have these moments to please her. That’s all I needed.

We pull out of the parking lot, serenaded by the R&B songs playing in the car, too drained and hungry after the long day to talk. But it felt comfortable, I had missed this. Having someone to just be quiet with. 

The silence between us is soon interrupted, this time Zari’s stomach rumbling. Guess she was as hungry as I was.

“Shit, sorry,” she chuckles, covering her face with embarrassment. I laugh too, finding it endearing, the way she was always so confident and together but letting me see her flustered. “I didn’t have time to eat lunch, Linda had a surprise meeting with me.”

I glance at the girl. “Good news?”

She nods with a grin. “Yes, she liked the video I made. My first solo project. The one we filmed at your first practice?”

I smile too, the lightness of relief in her voice something I must not have heard before. “That’s awesome Iz, not that I’m surprised.”

From the corner of my eye, I watch as she turns her body to me. 

“You know, only my family calls me Iz. Well Izzie. And some childhood friends,” she starts. “And you now, I guess.”

“I-is that okay?” I ask, not even realising I’d come up with another nickname all on my own.

She thinks for a while, a coy smile spreading on her face. “Yes, it is. I like it.”

“Well Iz, you wanna pick up a lil something to eat? I’m starving.”

The girl looks at me clearly mulling it over in her head.

“Ion wanna mess up your plans, but you shouldn’t have to cook every day.”

She sighs, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay… And I’m payin.”

“Paigeuh!”

“C’mon, let’s celebrate your big win.”

-

“I can’t believe they do take-away ribs here,” Izara chuckles, holding both of our meals while I park the car, pulling up in a desolate parking lot. The sun had long set, turning the sky black and filling it with stars.

“They don’t do that in London?” I ask.

“I don’t know, I don’t really eat ribs,” the girl admits. Turning to her about to grab my food, my eyes skim her top, the way it hugs her breasts tight, the way the white fab- wait. White.

“Uh Iz?”

“Yeah?”

I clear my throat, frustrated that I hadn’t thought it through.

“Ribs are probably the messiest food ever, and you’re wearing white,” I murmur, making the girl glance down at herself.

“No no, don’t worry. I’m a very neat eater,” Izara chuckles lightheartedly but I shake my head.

“Nah, you don’t get it. It don’t matter, you’re gon make a mess.”

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I reach into the backseat and pull out a large black t-shirt from my bag, handing it to the girl.

“You want me to put this on?” Izara questions, holding it in her hand disbelievingly.

“Ion want your pretty shirt to get ruined,” I tell her, our eyes meeting. “It’s clean, I promise.”

Hesitantly, the girl pulls it over her head, careful not to mess up her hair and makeup. Seeing the way the shirt, my shirt, swallows her whole, the way it drapes over her body makes me swoon. And I know I’m staring but I can’t look away, or kill the smile spreading across my face from the flutters growing in my chest.

Izara looks down, letting out a small chuckle. “Alright, guess I’m ready to eat.”

“You look it,” I laugh, handing her the smaller portion of ribs, and the side of mashed potatoes.

“So… how do I do this?” She asks almost shyly, looking at the meat drenched in sauce.

“You just gotta go for it ma,” I encourage her, the nickname spilling without any intention or thought as I grab a rib and bite into it, the sauce already dripping down my chin, making the girl next to me laugh.

“You already made a mess!” She snorts, covering her mouth with her hand as she giggles.

I shrug, taking another bite, the savoury flavour soothing my hunger already. 

“C’monn, don’t be shy,” I cheer, mouth full of food. Finally, the girl takes a tiny nibble off the corner, careful not to mess up her face.

“Yo did I give you my shirt for nothing? Bite into it Iz.”

Rolling her eyes the dark haired girl finally opens her pretty mouth wider, taking a proper bite. I clap my hands, making even more of a mess on all my fingers. Izara dabs a napkin around her mouth gently, wiping the sauce off before speaking.

“That’s… Really good,” she admits. I nod knowingly, taking another bite, which makes the girl beside me laugh once again.

“Oh god, how’d you manage to get it on your nose Paige,” she giggles, shaking her head at me. “I didn’t know you were such a messy eater.”

“Oh you got no idea,” I grin, wiping my nose on a tissue. Izara, however, is too busy eating to pick up on my implied meaning. Soon, her face is covered in brown sauce too, as we take turns laughing at one another.

“This is my sensory hell,” she whines, eyeing her sticky hands. “I’m overwhelmed.”

“Hollup, hollup,” I snicker, grabbing a tissue with my clean hands and leaning over. Ever so carefully, I hold her chin, wiping as softly as I can - not because she feels vulnerable or weak, but because I’m afraid if I do it too harshly I might disrupt her and make her go away. I didn’t want her to.

Izzie bats her eyes, looking everywhere but my gaze until I’m done. A soft blush radiates her cheeks until I finally pull away, fingertips tingling from the contact. Clearing her throat, the girl interrupts the moment.

“How’s your mac n cheese?” She asks, pointing to the side in my takeaway box.

“So good,” I say. “You wanna try?”

She hesitates. “Is that okay?”

Rolling my eyes I grab a forkful of the macaroni oozing with cheese, feeding it to the girl without thinking much more about the gesture. Only when our eyes lock as her mouth spreads open for me, my heart begins to pound in my chest. Her plump, wide lips wrapping around the fork. That familiar heat begins to pool between my legs again. Shit. I quickly pull away, looking down, listening to the satisfied hum from the girls mouth.

“Oh wow. That’s the best mac n cheese I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” I ask with a grin, watching her lit up face as she nods.

“Yes.”

“Let’s switch then,” I say confidently, taking her mashed potatoes and handing the dark haired girl my side instead.

“No, Paige don’t be silly,” she resists, but I remain stubborn.

“Already done.”

Izara smiles gratefully, taking another bite of the macaroni and humming with joy as she eats it. I didn’t like mashed potatoes much, but it was all worth it to see her face gleaming like this.

The girl goes quiet for a while, watching the cars outside driving by before she speaks.

“Thank you Paige,” she softly says. “I’ve had such a bad couple of days, you made me forget all about it.”

My heart aches, I wanna wrap her up in my arms and pull her in - but it seems a little too much even for me so I remain still, eyes locked on her leaning on the passenger seat in my t-shirt.

“Jasper?” I ask, maybe reaching but too curious not to say anything.

Her brows are furrowed, her catlike eyes flickering to me.

“I didn’t mean to look but saw the missed calls yesterday, sorry,” I admit. Taking it in, Izzie looks out the window again, letting out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, Jasper.”

“Ex-boyfriend?” I continue to question.

The girl fiddles with her rings. “Something like that.”

I kiss my teeth, turning to look out the window too.

“Figures, seen my friends get fucked over men like that all the time.”

She scoffs, licking her lips. “How’d you know it was him who did the fucking over?”

“You don’t seem like the type,” I say gently, eyes flickering to her. “You don’t move to Dallas, Texas over anything small.”

“Or maybe I’m running away,” she suggests, making me shake my head.

“I dunno about that Miss Schedule,” I chuckle carefully. “Besides, men have a way of doing that.”

Her brows furrow and she meets my gaze. “Women do too, you know.”

Bursting into a single laugh, I feel amused at her words. Like she’d know anything about it.

“How’d you know?”

“I’ve dated women.”

Oh.

Holdup.

So you’re telling me, the girl next to me isn’t straight? That my initial suspicions weren’t just hopeless wishes of an extremely horny person. No, she’s bi. Of course she’s bi, there’s no way a straight woman could dress like she does, have the charisma she does.

Suddenly my mind is swirling around the memories of each glance, each time our hands grazed one another, each praise that spilled from Izzie’s lips, each time my eyes flickered to her to only find that she’s already watching. Suddenly it all means more. Oh fuck, what am I doing.

“Youuu… okay there?” Izara asks, her tone uneasy.

I finally snap out of it. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I had no idea, I just assum-”

“Don’t worry, people usually think I’m straight,” she laughs it off easily, but I can tell it’s bothering her a little. My reaction.

“My bad, I shouldn’t have assumed,” I say sheepishly.

“It’s not your fault, truthfully, I don’t even know if I still am or if it was just a phase.”

Oh. 

Surely she would’ve felt it too, the electricity between us. The way it felt the moment our eyes met, when we touched. Surely that would be plenty of confirmation for her sexuality. Unless it was just me feeling it. Fuck, who cares. I’m celibate, I’m happy, I’m going to be Rookie of The Year and I’m not gonna worry about girls. Even ones as perfect as Izara.

“You take an Uber to work every day?” I ask to change the topic.

“I’ve got to. I don’t have a license here. Or a car,” Izzie answers, making me scoff.

“I can drive you, easy,” I suggest.

The dark haired girl shakes her head, meeting my eyes. Challenging me.

“Absolutely not. That’s final.”

“Izzie, c’mon. We go to the same place most days anyway. Lemme drive you,” I insist but she won’t budge, her eyes as hard as her stance on the topic. That is until I find the magic word.

“Please,” I plead, softening my tone.

Her eyes soften, and with a final sigh I know I’ve got her.

-

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[dxskofthearchivxst]

"Mmm, I don't think I will," Drake commented with a grin as he turned the phone around and leaned back so it was out of range of any swipes from his rather cat-like husband.

A few presses of a button and it was officially Drake's new background while Pyre watched with curiosity. Drake grinned as he flipped around his phone to show Markel his new background.

"Can't help if I wanna keep a record of all the times you're cute," Drake pointed out with a smirk.

{You think that's all the time,} Pyre pointed out with low hum.

"Yeah, and?"

@dxskofthearchivxst sent: Drake takes a picture of Markel.

Markel was blabbing. He knew he was blabbing. But his latest book acquisition was just so interesting.

The two were having a rare night out at a restaurant. Drake sat across from him. The way that his arms were crossed, he looked like he might've been listening, but the look on his face told the mage that he was plotting.

Markel made a thoughtful but suspicious face at his husband. What are you thinking? The sound of a waiter carrying out food distracted him. He glanced over his shoulder. Drat, not their food!

When he turned back around, Drake had his phone screen pointed at Markel to show him the hidden photo he had taken. Naturally, the look on his own face in the camera was silly.

"Ugh, that's awful, delete that!"

[goddess-venuz]

COMMANDERS TOY CH 32

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ:Playing Games|Summer Walker& Drake

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ LIPS ENTANGLED WITH

MIKEY'S...

Long after you had discarded your clothing along

with his Kimono, your fingers were entangled into

his locks, the moonlight that leaked through your

bedroom's blinds kissed on your nearly nude

figures on your bed.

Parting the kiss, gentle panting as you buried your

face into the nape of Mikey's neck, kissing it

roughly, the male's chest heaved slightly, grasping

your hips,

"(Y/n)--.." Swallowing back a moan feeling your clothed slit brush against his cock, "Are you sure you will be able to do this... You're drunk and I need to fucking know who hurt you-" A low moan falls from his lips as you rolled your hips, your lips dug into the nape of his neck, sucking the unmarked flesh, you slowly moved your lips away, licking across the newly made mark.

"Manjiro.."

Sitting up, you moved your fingers from his locks

to his chest, a small smirk resting on your lips;

"I don't want to hear anything unless it's my name."

"Tonight. You're mine."

Getting off of him, you kneeled in front of the

already lightly flustered Commander, Tracing your

finger against his veins of his cock, they pulsed

lightly underneath your touch.

Adjusting yourself on your knees, you dragged your

tongue from the base of his cock, flatly, to the tip.

Mikey's shoulders shiver slightly by the small gesture, his fingers falling on the sheets of the bed, his eyes trained on you with anticipation.

Lowering your jaw slightly, your tongue sticking

out, unhurriedly you took in his length between your lips, hearing a sharp-inhale moan from Mikey, you lowered your head until the tip of his cock rested at the back of your throat.

Relaxing your throat, breathing out of your

nostrils, you bobbed your head at a steady pace,

hearing small erupted moans from above you, you

gazed up being greeted with Mikey's lustful and

flustered gaze.

Taking off guard as you gazed at him, watching his

cock being engulfed by your lips made the

commander's face turn a soft red, shakily placing

the back of his left hand over his nose and lips, he

averts his gaze.

"D...Damn... Do you really have to

look hot doing this.." Muttering out weakly, trying

to speak without his moans interrupting him.

Another sudden sharp moan falls from Mikey's lips, his hips bucking up gently as unexpected you

sucked his length while fastening your pace,

seemingly the sheets were not sufficient to hold his firm shaking grip,

His fingers moved from the sheets to your (h/c)

locks, his fingertips brushing over your scalp just

barely before he grasped a firm handful,

"(Y/n)..."

Almost whispering out your name like it was a

ghost's name, Mikey unknowingly began to roll his

hips at the pace of your bobbing, his eyebrows

twitched in pleasure, lips parted then pressed

firmly together to subdue his low moans.

Your hand stroked the reminder of his cock you

were unable to fit into your mouth, stroking,

squeezing lightly, each time your tongue brush

against his veins of his cock, they pulsed each

movement you did.

Fondling his balls to drive him close to his release,

a choked-sob moan ripped from Mikey's throat, his

hand that firmly grasped your locks, pushed your

head closer to his hips, forcing his cock to be

shoved into your mouth.

Just the feeling of your throat snug around his cock

made him moan out, his head tilted back slightly,

chest beginning to heave,

"(Y/n)~...Damn.."

Feeling his cock twitch against your throat, the

small droplets of pre-cum coating your tongue,

forcing your head against his firm grip, you lifted

your head, removing your lips from his cock as you

panted out a laugh once Mikey snapped his head

down to look at you as if you had just slapped the

poor male.

Licking your lips with a breathless laugh, you stood

up to your feet with a smirk "That's payback for the

shower."

Releasing the reason you erupted him from his

chasing release, Mikey frowns with a small pout,

looking away from you "So mean..."

The feeling of your laced underwear smacking on

the side of his head made him look towards your

nude figure, tossing your bra to the side.

Just the sight of you made his heart leap through his chest, staring at you with full admiration, Mikey

moved your underwear from his head, tossing it to

the side,

"Every time I look at you... I just keep falling in love

with you."

Eyes widened slightly at his words, heat washing

over your cheeks until you smiled warmly,

"You always say that every time we about to have sex."chuckling gently, you walked to your nightstand, brushing a strain of your locks behind your ear as you dug through it.

"I mean it though. I'm not just saying it to say it. If

anything was to happen to you--"

Mikey was cut off by a large package condom that

was smacked into his face, he frowns at the object

with an annoyed sigh; "Really? I thought I threw

these away."

"You did. That's why I have extras. Are you trying

to get me pregnant?"

"It's going to happen sooner or later! It just shows

you more mine than anyone. Wouldn't it be nice

to have little Mikies and (Y/n)s running around

kicking ass?" Mikey asked, biting the end of the

package, he tears a perfect slit then pulls out the

condom.

The male places the condom over his cock, pinching the tip he sighed; "This is almost a turn off.... I won't be able to feel how warm you really are."

"Oh well, it's protection. We're not ready for kids.

Definitely you."

"Pfft... You're my wife, I'm always ready to start a

family with you. And when that happens I'm going

to be smiling from ear to ear."

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you smiled

down at him "When that happens. We will be truly

husband and wife."

Straddling his hips, Mikey gripped your plush hips,

his eyes watching as you lowered yourself on his

cock, a gentle grunt coming from him, adjusting

himself on the bed feeling your walls adjusting

around his length.

"You are already my wife.."

Swallowing back a moan, you parted your lips

slightly a small moan,

"You...You always just say that--" a moan of surprise falls from you as Mikey thrust his hips up, his cock stroke your walls roughly.

"I don't just say that I mean every word. (Y/n), do

you think I will just be near you almost every day because I was just saying that..No, All I want is you

and only you. Whenever I am around you. I feel

hopeless, butterflies in my stomach My dark

world I suffer in. becomes lighter just by your

smile and voice."

Looking down at him, you chuckled gently cupping

his cheeks, you tilt his head up with a light grin. "What am I ever going to do with you...I love you." pulling him into a passionate kiss, you began to rock your hips, fingers moving from your hips to

your waist, Mikey felt his heart being squeezed at

your words.

The way your smaller figure was pressed against

his, the way your hips rocked, the scent your body

gave off, no matter how many times he would have

sex with you, your pussy was always perfect to his

cock.

Your warmth, just the way your walls would adjust

perfectly around his length.

Everything about you was perfect to him.

Words were never enough to describe how much he

loved everything about you, sometimes it frustrated

the commander as he could do nothing but stare at

you with a smile earning a flustered and laughing

you in the end,

If anything was the happen to you...

Pushing your weight against Mikey, laying him flat

on his back, breaking the heated kiss, you placed

your palms on his bare chest, your fingers brushing

against his tattoo that matched yours.

Staring up at you with a lustful gaze, his blonde

locks sprawled as you bounced your hips, his cock

sliding through your warm tight walls, his lips were

parted as he moaned your name in a soft chant-like

he was reciting a spell.

"(Y/n)...(Y/n).... (Y/n)~...If anything was to happen to you I'll lose myself... And bring everyone to hell with me."

Mikey's fingertips dug into your waist as you parted

and closed your lips in utter pleasure, each time

you brought yourself down on his cock, it was

nothing but a wave of pleasure hitting you.

Breasts bounced gently to each bounce you did,

your fingers curled on his chest as you rocked your

hips with your bounces, "Manjiro~ God your cock

feels so good~"

A weak chuckle came from Mikey as his cock

twitched against your walls, feeling your cunt

squeezed around his length. drove the male to want to reach his release with you.

Fingers grasping your hips firmly, he halts your

bouncing, lifting your hips just inches above his,

Mikey began to thrust sharply upwards at a fast-

paced, his lips pressed together, his eyebrows

twisting in pleasure as he plows into your soaked

cunt making you moan out.

"M-Manjiro! Manjiro!~ Ah!~ I'm gonna cum~"

With one final thrust, prodding at your spot, you

released a loud moan, your head tilting back was

Mikey's back arched, his eyes widened slightly, his

closed lips parted as a loud moan ripped from his

throat.

"Ah-Ah-Ah!~ (Y-Y/n)! Shit!~"

Mikey's hips dropped, his chest heaving as he

comes down from his high with you, both left

breathless, your arms shakily giving out on you as

you fell on top of Mikey.

Draping an arm over your waist while staring

up at the ceiling, Mikey laughs out breathlessly;

"I guess you were able to handle it, Yeah?--(Y/n)?"

Hearing gentle snoring on his chest, he turned his

gaze down to you seeing you fast asleep, a warm

smile formed over his lips, carefully shifting

underneath you, pulling his length from your folds,

he lays you on the bed then covers you up.

Placing a kiss on your cheek, he sits up then looked

down at the filled condom, taking it off with his

nose turning in disgust, he tosses it into the

trashcan then looked towards your dresser.

'Tsk. I really need to get rid of those.. Whole turn off."

[kireilien]

hiiii omg i have been loving your work for soooooo long, i’m finally mustering up some courage to send you something...! may i inquire about maki x melolagnia? what type of songs would he put on his sex playlist?!

kyaaaa hi anon pls dont ever be scared of sending me something!!! and yes ofc lemme cook i gotchu

tw/cw. nsfw content; maki’s sex playlist + lyrics

sonder, what you heard

“don’t tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts”

summer walker ft. no1-noah, swv

“obsessed with the pussy causin’ havoc”

partynextdoor, no chill

“i’m tryna treat her special, like no one ever did”

che ecru, that’s my baby

“pussy so good i’ll fly you outta state”

jhené aiko, sativa

“you keep the rhythm, oh my god, i’m glad you came”

no i don’t care that this is abt weed it’s hot

bryson tiller, next to you

“said hate when you’re away from here, so far away”

honorable mention: drake ft. james fauntleroy, on my way

“all i needs an address and i’m on my way”

fucking hell i hate drake but this song is so maki coded

is this js my playlist recently played? yes and.

back 2 maki catalog

[dalekofchaos]

MCU Recast

Just for fun, I will be recasting the MCU

Notice. Because of the 30 picture limit, will not be able to do them all the pics for the fancasts.

Timothy Olyphant as Iron Man/Tony Stark

Glenn Powell as Captain America

Alexander Skarsgard as Thor Odinson

Hugh Dancy as The Hulk/Bruce Banner

Yuliya Snigir as Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

Jensen Ackles as Hawkeye/Clint Barton

Idris Elba as Nick Fury(if Ultimate)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Nick Fury(if 616)

Morena Baccarin as Maria Hill

Ewan McGregor as Ant-Man/Hank Pym

Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Wasp/Janet Van Dyne

Hiba Abouk as Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Jesus Castro as Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Ryan Gosling as Star Lord/Peter Quill

Sofia Boutella as Gamora

Simon Pegg as Rocket Racoon

John Rhys-Davies as Groot

Jason Momoa as Drax the Destroyer

Maggie Q as Mantis

Ana de Armas as Nebula

Christian Bale as Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Katee Sackhoff as Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

Joe Keery as Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Chiwetel Ejiofor as Black Panther/T'Challa

Ben Barnes as Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Robert Pattinson as Daredevil

Alexandra Daddario as Jessica Jones

Trevante Rhodes as Luke Cage

Lewis Tan as Iron Fist/Danny Rand

Frank Grillo as The Punisher/Frank Castle

Jamie Chung as Colleen Wing

Sonequa Martin-Green as Misty Knight

Jesse Plemons as Foggy Nelson

Amanda Seyfried as Karen Page

Yaya DaCosta as Claire Temple

Dakota Fanning as Trish Walker/Hellcat

Stephan James as Malcolm Ducasse

Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa as Stick

Rainn Wilson as Microchip/David Liberman

Jamie Foxx as War Machine/James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Michael B. Jordan as Sam Wilson

Amy Adams as Pepper Potts

Kevin James as Harold “Happy” Hogan

Christina Ricci as Betty Ross

Léa Seydoux as Sharon Carter

Daisy Ridley as Peggy Carter

Charlie Day as Ant-Man/Scott Lang

Amandla Stenberg as Shuri

Maya Hawke as Hawkeye/Kate Bishop

Sasha Luss as Black Widow/Yelena Belova

(I'm changing the direction of the MCU Spider-Man since there would be no mind wipe at the end of said trilogy, no Iron Man Jr, Peter is in college and already an established hero, there would be no pointless change to MJ's name and I would reframe from basically copying everything about Miles and give all his traits to Peter)

Brendan Fraser as Uncle Ben Parker(flashbacks)

Jamie Lee Curtis as May Parker

Stefanie Scott as Mary Jane Watson

Dylan O'Brien as Harry Osborn

Chloë Grace Moretz as Gwen Stacy

Jake Austin Walker as Flash Thompson

Keira Knightley as Jane Foster

Stellan Skarsgård as Odin

Mark Strong as Charles Xavier

Jacob Elordi as Cyclops/Scott Summers

Liana Liberato as Jean Grey

Matt Berry as Hank McCoy/Beast

Finn Wolfhard as Iceman/Bobby Drake

Mason Dye as Angel/Archangel/Warren Worthington III

Kiki Layne as Storm/Ororo Monroe

Jared Keeso as Wolvine/James "Logan" Howlett

Wyatt Oleff as Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Charles Melton as Warpath/James Proudstar

Sadie Sink as Wolfsbane/Rahne Sinclair

Petr Skvortsov as Piotr Rasputin/Colossus

Maude Apatow as Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat

Victoria Pedretti as Rogue/Ann Marie

Peyton Elizabeth Lee as Jubilee/Jubilation Lee

Olivia Rodrigo as Dazzler/Alison Blaire

Ekaterina Samsonov as Magik/Illyana Rasputina

Sonya Mizuno as Psylocke/Elizabeth “Betsy” Braddock

Esme Creed-Miles as X-23/Laura Kinney

Wolfgang Novogratz as Havok/Scott Summers

Jodie Whittaker as Emma Frost

Dallas Liu as Daken

Kat Graham as Polaris/Lorna Dane

Chad Coleman as Lucas Bishop

Hunter Doohan as Banshee/Sean Cassidy

Austin Butler as Gambit/ Remy LeBeau

Will Arnett as Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Saara Chaudry as Kamala Khan

Madison Reyes as America Chavez

Isaac as Moon Knight/Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Andrew Lincoln as Reed Richards/Mr Fantastic

Jodie Comer as Sue Storm/Invisible Woman

Paul Mescal as Human Torch/Johnny Storm

Liev Schreiber as Thing/Ben Grimm

JK Simmons as Iron Monger/Obadiah Stane

Dolph Lundgren as Crimson Dynamo/Anton Vanko(adding Dynamo as I felt not including him was a waste)

Danila Kozlovsky as Whiplash

Bob Odenkirk as Justin Hammer

Chow Yun-Fat as The Mandarin(No Trevor, he's The Mandarin and actually uses the Ten Rings against Tony)

Michael Shannon as Abomination/Emil Blonsky

Mark Gatiss as The Leader/Samuel Sterns

Jamie Campbell Bower as Loki Laufeyson

Christoph Waltz as Red Skull/Johann Shmidt

Cillian Murphy as Baron Helmut Zemo

Javier Bardem as Thanos

Jeremy Irons as Ultron

Matt Smith as Malekith

Sean Bean as Alexander Pierce

Manu Bennett as Crossbones

Iain Glen as Ronan the Accuser

Oded Fehr as Baron Mordo

Brian Cox as Ego The Living Planet

John Malkovich as Vulture

John Goodman as Kingpin/Wilson Fisk

Boyd Holbrook as Bullseye

Tonia Sotiropoulou as Elektra Nachios

Jodie Comer as Typhoid Mary

James McAvoy as Purple Man/Zebediah Killgrave

Common as Cottonmouth/Cornell Stokes

Taraji P. Henson as Mariah Dillard

Barkhad Abdi as Bushmaster

Željko Ivanek as Agent Orange/William Rawlins

Wes Bentley as Jigsaw/Billy Russo

Dev Patel as Davos

Alexander Ludwig as Nuke/Will Simpson

Matthew Rhys as James Wesley

Kate Beckinsale as Vanessa Marianna

Marwan Kenzari as Bakuto

Brian Tee as Nobu Yoshioka

Lucille Soong as Madame Gao

Julianne Moore as Alexandra Reid

Eva Green as Hela

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Killmonger/Erik Stevens/N'Jadaka

Andrew Scott as Mysterio

(sidenote, Mysterio wouldn't die and would return to form the Sinister Six which would feature the villains from NWH, but it's the MCU variants, no Multiverse)

Bryan Cranston as Green Goblin/Norman Osborn

Mark Hamill as Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

Sam Worthington as Sandman

Sendhil Ramamurthy as The Lizard/Dr Curt Connors

Aaron Paul as Electro

Naomi Scott as Ghost

Henry Golding as Namor

Jason Isaacs as Magneto/Erik Lensherr

Natalie Dormer as Mystique/Raven Darkholme

Pablo Schreiber as Sabertooth/Victor Creed

King Kerim as Apocalypse/En Sabah Nur

Bryan Cranston as Sebastian Shaw

Christopher Eccleston as Bastion

Matt Smith as Mr Sinister

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Adam Warlock

Antony Starr as US Agent/John Walker

Ted Levine as Thaddeus Ross/Red Hulk

Charlie Clapman as Doctor Doom/Victor Von Doom

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AtoW: March 30 - April 5, 2025

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA+

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Bleeding and Broken ✒️ | Tyril Starfury x F!Elf!MC - @aanya16071

The Lovers: Bakshi & Ittar 🎨 | Bakshi & Ittar - @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Spicing Things Up ✒️ | M!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter

DESIRE AND DECORUM

All The Things I'll Never Tell My Mother (Series) ✒️ | Ernest Sinclaire x F!OC, Prince Hamid x F!MC - @missameliep Part 4

IMMORTAL DESIRES

You can run, you can hide 🎨 | Lewyn Junios x F!MC - ArtbyAinna (IG) C: @loreofyore

OPEN HEART

Good Night Carricks ✒️ | Tobias Carrick x F!MC, F!OCs - @jerzwriter

Intrigue ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, M!OC, F!OC - @potionsprefect

Love In Every Heartbeat - Continued (Series) ✒️ | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC - @rafasgirl23415 Chapter 59: In the Shadows of Hope Chapter 60: Beneath the Surface Chapter 63: Collisions Of Heartache

RED CARPET DIARIES

Red Carpet Loyalty 🎨 | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - @theartoflovingthomashunt

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Savage Love (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC, Drake Walker x F!MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 39: We Have a Plan

WAKE THE DEAD

Fourteen ✒️ | Troy Hassan x F!MC - @missameliep

[catgirltitties]

Merzbow, Boredoms, Gerogerigegege, Coil, Throbbing Gristle, Whitehouse, Nurse with Wound, Einstürzende Neubauten, Brainbombs, Egor Letov, Death in June, Current 93, La Monte Young, Moondog, Lou Harrison, Henry Cowell, Luigi Russolo, Popol Vuh, Fishmans, Jean Jacques Perrey, Les Rallizes Dénudés, Rainbow Caroliner, Taj Mahal Travellers, Fushitsusha, Peter Brötzmann, John Cage, Scott Walker, Unwound, Dead, Frank Zappa, Morton Feldman, Captain Beefheart, Pharoah Sanders, Albert Ayler, Ornette Coleman, Alice Coltrane, Arnold Schoenberg, Pierre Boulez, György Ligeti, Karlheinz Stockhausen, Nang Nang, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Nara Leão, Basic Channel, Raymond Scott, Delia Derbyshire, Daphne Oram, Noah Howard, Terry Riley, Peter Sotos, Lula Côrtes e Zé Ramalho, Boyd Rice, Mahmoud Ahmed, Henry Flynt, Kazumoto Endo, David Tudor, Aporea, Half Japanese, Mega Banton, Secret Chiefs 3, Keiji Haino, Ramleh, Otomo Yoshihide, John Zorn, Joe Meek, Robbie Basho, Phil Spector, Faxed Head, Harry Partch, Wesley Willis, Fred Frith, The Residents, Sun Ra, Sun City Girls, Hans Krüsi, Royal Trux, Jandek, Yat-Kha, Loren Mazzacane Connors, Pärson Sound, The Dead C, Comus, Cromagnon, Eliane Radigue, Arthur Doyle, Shizuka, The Red Krayola, Henry Cow, Magma, Opus Avantra, Pan.Thy.Monium., Murmuüre, Ksiezyc, Gong, Cukor Bila Smert', cLOUDDEAD, Muslimgauze and Kaoru Abe or da Radiohead, Pink Floyd, The Velvet Underground, King Crimson, My Bloody Valentine, Kendrick Lamar, The Beach Boys, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Beatles, Miles Davis, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Kanye West, Talking Heads, Black Sabbath, David Bowie, Led Zeppelin, Joy Division, Pixies, Madvillain, John Coltrane, Nick Drake, The Smiths, Nas, The Doors, Wu-Tang Clan, Nirvana, Arcade Fire, Slint, Bob Dylan, The Cure, Charles Mingus, Television, Sigur Rós, DJ Shadow, Sonic Youth, Metallica, The Clash, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Sufjan Stevens, Slowdive, A Tribe Called Quest, Portishead, Björk, Aphex Twin, Yes, Can, Talk Talk, Danny Brown, Kate Bush, Tom Waits, Neil Young, Frank Zappa, Death Grips, Interpol, Marvin Gaye, Genius/GZA, The Stooges, Elliot Smith, Swans, Brian Eno, The Zombies, Love, The Microphones, Fishmans, Boards of Canada, Massive Attack, Smashing Pumpkins, The Rolling Stones, The Who, J Dilla, Cocteau Twins, Outkast, Slayer, Megadeth, Modest Moust, Belle and Sebastian, Depeche Mode, Frank Ocean, Nine Inch Nails, Jeff Buckley, Stevie Wonder, Wilco, The Avalanches, Tool, Pavement, Death, Van Morrison, Genesis, Tyler, The Creator, Rage Against the Machine, Joanna Newsom, Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Prince and the Revolution, The Stone Roses, The Strokes and The Kinks fo today? (Derivation of the Merzbow, Boredoms, Gerogerigegege, Coil, Throbbing Gristle, Whitehouse, Nurse with Wound, Einstürzende Neubauten, Brainbombs, Egor Letov, Death in June, Current 93, La Monte Young, Moondog, Lou Harrison, Henry Cowell, Luigi Russolo, Popol Vuh, Fishmans, Jean Jacques Perrey, Les Rallizes Dénudés, Rainbow Caroliner, Taj Mahal Travellers, Fushitsusha, Peter Brötzmann, John Cage, Scott Walker, Unwound, Dead, Frank Zappa, Morton Feldman, Captain Beefheart, Pharoah Sanders, Albert Ayler, Ornette Coleman, Alice Coltrane, Arnold Schoenberg, Pierre Boulez, György Ligeti, Karlheinz Stockhausen, Nang Nang, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Nara Leão, Basic Channel, Raymond Scott, Delia Derbyshire, Daphne Oram, Noah Howard, Terry Riley, Peter Sotos, Lula Côrtes e Zé Ramalho, Boyd Rice, Mahmoud Ahmed, Henry Flynt, Kazumoto Endo, David Tudor, Aporea, Half Japanese, Mega Banton, Secret Chiefs 3, Keiji Haino, Ramleh, Otomo Yoshihide, John Zorn, Joe Meek, Robbie Basho, Phil Spector, Faxed Head, Harry Partch, Wesley Willis, Fred Frith, The Residents, Sun Ra, Sun City Girls, Hans Krüsi, Royal Trux, Jandek, Yat-Kha, Loren Mazzacane Connors, Pärson Sound, The Dead C, Comus, Cromagnon, Eliane Radigue, Arthur Doyle, Shizuka, The Red Krayola, Henry Cow, Magma, Opus Avantra, Pan.Thy.Monium., Murmuüre, Ksiezyc, Gong, Cukor Bila Smert', cLOUDDEAD, Muslimgauze and Kaoru Abe copypasta)

[uselessgay10101]

Summary | Hana talks with Liam about Alma. Drake and Maxwell join

Warnings | discussions of feelings, gaaaayy~, idk unrequited love?

W/C | 1382

Pairing | Hana Lee x Alma Huntress (Mc), Drake walker x Alma Huntress (Mc, one-sided), Liam rys x Alma Huntress (Mc, one-sided), Maxwell Beaumont x Alma Huntress (Mc, one-sided)

A/N | TWO IN 2 DAYs!! It ain't much but for someone who has no motivation for 99% of the time its amazing!

A03 Link | Right here bb <333

Disclaimer | unrequited love, FEELINGS

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"Who wouldn't love her?"

On the train back to Cordonia, Liam stared at Hana, who was sitting in front of him in a secluded breakfast train car.

It was a talk to get on the same page after Riley's rejection of Liam for Hana. This information was not new nor surprising for Hana, but she still bit the inside of her mouth nervously. *He's the king. The KING.* Was Liam going to ban her in secret? He could do that. Jail her? He could also do that! Was he going to execute her? He could. Wait-… was that still allowed? She'll have to—

“Hana.” Liam's voice seemed to boom as she snapped back to reality.

Hana blinked in shock. “Y-yes—?” She coughed the anxiety out of her voice. “Yes, King Liam?” She avoided his eyes.

Liam frowned. “You're avoiding my eyes, Hana,” his voice was low. It was definitely his anger, and she couldn't blame him—how could she? She basically went into running for his hand and ended up stealing his favorite competitor.

Hana’s fingers fidgeted before she forced her eyes to… his forehead. “Sorry—”

“You're looking at my forehead.”

Hana grumbled internally and finally forced her eyes to Liam’s.

Hana, who had recently—since being told by Alma of what happened with the failed proposal—thought herself brave for following her heart, for accepting how she felt despite the consequences! She now recognized a different kind of courage as she watched Liam now: the courage to love someone enough to let them go.

In his kind eyes, she saw not a defeated king, but a man whose capacity for love transcended his own desires. At that moment, Hana silently promised to treasure Alma as deeply as he would have and to be worthy of the sacrifice reflected in those gentle eyes. He wasn't mad. Not even a small, resentful spark. And no matter how much it must hurt to have the one he wants turn her look to her—her of all people… how? Why? Why did Alma choose her before him? She isn't good enough—

Hana jumped as Liam placed a gentle hand on her own. “Is everything okay?” He smiled, as if he were speaking to a friend and not the woman who stole his love.

“I'm sorry,” Hana whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she clutched her dress.

Liam’s eyes widened as he saw the tear. He didn’t tell her to stop. He simply took her into his strong arms as he let his own tears fall.

No matter how much he should have hated Hana... in that the moment he realized the true reason why Alma rejected him… he couldn't bring himself to hate either of them. Hana was another woman who was after his hand as well, but she wasn’t just that—she was his friend. She was honest. Kind. And oh so faithful.

“What happened?” he asked as he caressed her hair with his thumb. “Alma told me how she felt, but what about you?”

Hana’s lips pursed before sighing quietly. “I--I tried. I tried to stay away, but… of course, I couldn’t. It hurt. A lot.” She bit her lip. “My parents wanted me near her because of her status with you, and then when they said to get away from her… it was already impossible.” She sighed. “It started from the moment our eyes met, and it snowballed from completely friendly interactions to sneaking around the library in Paris.” Her jaw clenched. “I don't even remember when I started thinking about her” she looked at Liam helplessly “I never meant to take her away—”

“But you didn’t.”

Hana pulled away, her cheeks moist with past tears, mouth slightly agape.

Wiping his tears, Liam let her go with a gentle smile. He sat down before taking her hand slowly. “I can’t blame you for falling in love with Alma. How could I? She’s…” He paused, searching for the right words. “She brings out this light in you I’ve never seen before. The way you look at her. The way she looks at you…” His voice trailed off momentarily, eyes almost dreamy, as if imagining those eyes looking at him like that. “She never looked at me or anyone else that way.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Except you, of course.” He leaned back, laughing low. “Quite honestly, I feel a bit silly it took me this long to see.” He turned his teasingly mischievous eyes directly to Hana’s. “You’re changing your life, all for her… you really are in love with her, aren’t you?”

For some reason, Hana blushed. Embarrassed– she should have felt proud—she really was changing for her… but the way he said it… Had it not been for the glimmer of sadness peeking through his jest, she would’ve thought he was happy.

Hana’s eyes softened, squeezing his hand. “Liam, you don’t have to—”

He raised his free hand, silencing her. “I'm… happy. Not as happy as I would want, of course,” he smiled sorrowfully. “But I cannot fault you for loving her, nor for her loving you.” He smiled, even if it wavered, it was genuine. He meant every word. “I'll be happy to see her happy with you. I don't regret meeting her, nor you.” He laughed softly. “It's because of her I want to marry for love. And besides, I—”

Drake slammed the door open, making the only two occupants jump. Maxwell was behind him.

“Drake, buddy, I'm telling you, we have to work together for this! The breakdance opera was a bad idea, yes, but breakdance storytelling? It's amazing! I need your help to convey—” He bumped into Drake's broad back as the larger man stopped.

Drake pointed at the two people. “Is this private?”

Hana looked at Liam, unsure if he evem wanted to—

Liam waved his hand at them. “Of course not! We're just talking about Alma and Han—”

“Oh, you mean how Alma rejected you for Hana?” Maxwell asked bluntly.

Maxwell shrinked slightly as Drake turned his hard eyes to him.

Hana blinked. “Wait, you knew—?”

Before she could finish, Maxwell appeared before her, nearly shoving his chest into her face as his nail hit his name tag repeatedly. It read, The Maxwell Beaumont of House Beaumont in a fancy font.

Hana glanced up at him. “So… yes?”

“I was the FIRST to know of Alma's decision!” he stated proudly, grinning happily. He patted Hana’s head, confusing the woman even more. “I wasn't surprised she chose you.”

“I was surprised, of course, even hurt a little, but—” He shrugged casually, hiding his hurt. “She looked so happy, so it's hard to stay mad,” he laughed.

Hana frowned. “Maxwell, I see you're hurting. Do you…” She looked at him with a raised eyebrow questioningly.

Biting his lip, Maxwell sighed after a moment, combed his hair back with his hand. “Like her? Yeah. I mean, who wouldn't? But she sees me as a brother. If you're worried, I assure you I wouldn't try to keep her away from you!”

Eyes widening, Hana waved her arms frantically. “No, no, no! I just don't… I'm sorry.”

Maxwell shrugged. “That's how life be, man.” He held up his fist to Hana.

Completely bewildered, Hana looked down then at Maxwell before slowly moving her eyes back to stare at his fist.

He wriggled his fist expectantly.

She blinked before slowly meeting his fist with her own.

He moved his fingers back in a quick wiggle, mimicking an… octopus? Or a squid?

Hana simply blinked for a few moments before giggling.

Maxwell stepped back. “You really won't have to worry about me,” he grinned mischievously. “You can pay me back with a breakdance rematch in front of live television.”

Hana's eyebrows twitched. She was worried for him, but knowing Maxwell, she'd have to abduct him to talk alone. Not in front of everyone so as not to make it awkward. She'd talk to him before the train arrives.

Hana smirked. “Are you sure you want to lose again? On television no less?”

Maxwell continued grinning mischievously. “I have my plans.”

Drake smacked the back of his head. “I hope that means you're not hurting her, Beaumont. Alma will kill you if she finds out about your ‘plan,’ AND I will not even TRY to protect you. You're on your own.”

Maxwell gasped at him, sticking out his tongue. “Of course you wouldn't hurt Alma of all people because you like her too!”

All eyes turned to Drake while he stared at Max. If looks could kill, Maxwell would be six.. EIGHT feet under already. Of course, it wouldn't be because of his deranged self this time.

The two men argued good-naturedly. Liam looked off to the side with an expression that pretty much said, ‘Why me?’

Hana looked at the floor. How blind was she???? Not one, not two, but THREE men were in love with Alma. Of course, she understood why. IT ALMA FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Of course they loved her…

She knew of Liam. Alma came FOR him. Maxwell and Drake… Out of all the times she ever questioned her existence, it paled in comparison to this moment.

Hana turned her eyes to Drake again.

“So, you too?”

Drake pushed Maxwell's face away, making him squeak in surprise. He shrugged, “Yeah, kind of hard not to.”

Hana blinked before slapping her forehead. “So basically, we all have a thing for her?” She looked around with an ‘Is this seriously happening?’ expression.

The men looked between themselves before nodding.

Hana joined them before laughing at the reality of their situation. Of course, she felt hesitant and, frankly, a bit scared to have been the one who possibly took away Alma from them, but—

Drake pulled her into a one-armed hug. “Listen, Hana, whatever reasons she picked you for are most definitely good reasons.” He shrugged. “Yeah, it hurts, but it's not like we were given hope for anything.” He squeezed her shoulder. “That girl is nothing if not loyal.”

Maxwell nodded. “I almost had to argue with her that House Beaumont's financial problems aren't hers to worry about.” He smiled at Hana. “Besides, you're amazing, Hana, and if anyone can convince you of that, it's her.”

Hana's eyes widened at his comment. I mean, yeah, she's alright, but she could’ve been with a king for heaven's sake-!

Liam put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You are enough, Hana.” He looked into her eyes with his dark, steady eyes, smiling. “More than enough.”

Drake smiled, huffing quietly as he gently ruffled her hair. “I can't think of anyone more suited to be the lucky one.” He winked.

Hana blushed in appreciation at the men surrounding her. She whispered, “Thank you,” before Maxwell nearly tackled her in a hug, had it not been for Drake holding her up.

“Hana protection squad!” Maxwell cheered.

Drake stared at him as Liam hugged Hana as well. “Hana protection squad!”

Drake's eyes switched between both men and the misty-eyed Chinese woman. He finally rolled his eyes, shrugging. He smiled as he hugged them all. “Hana protection squad."

The boys were still sad by the turn of events, of course, because who wouldn't be? but they all agreed: if it wasn't them... they were glad it's someone like Hana.

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[dxskofthearchivxst]

“I stand up to my full wizarding height, which is two feet taller with the hat.” ( Markel to any, @wolves-of-etoile )

Don't say it don't say it don't say it.

"...Well, ya definitely need every foot ya can get, darlin'," Drake pointed out with a quick flash of a grin.

{I would recommend a hat with more height,} Pyre pointed out with a teasing smile and a wink at Markel.

[konmics-n-stuff]

Everyone who has ever, even slightly, been Robin

*In official, DC-endorsed media 

Total: 105 (and counting)

FYI:

my definition of a ‘Robin’ is extremely vague. For example, I’m counting Lois Lane because she went to a costume party as Robin, and I’m also counting ‘Boy’ from Batman: the Return of Bruce Wayne because he had the domino mask paint and was clearly a stand-in for Robin. Et cetera.

They’re organized chronologically by their first appearance as Robin

Also this is heavily dependent on DC Fandom Wiki, so please let me know if I missed anyone or if anything is inaccurate

KEY

Red = actually Robin for a significant portion of time (more than a few in-universe days & more than one issue/episode/movie/etc)

Italics = was never Robin in main continuity (i.e. Earth Two [before Earth One existed], Earth One, New Earth, and Prime Earth)

Bold = I actually acknowledge them as Robin in my heart

Dick Grayson (Apr 1940)

Julie Madison (Mar 1941)

Ricky (Dec 1944) [possible future]

Mary Wills (Apr 1950) [Earth-Two]

Bruce Wayne (Dec 1955)

Vanderveer Wayne (Jun 1962)

Alfred E. Neuman (Sep 1966) [Mad Magazine]

Lance Bruner (May 1969)

Jimmy Olsen (May 1970)

Jason Todd (Mar 1982)

Boyd, the Robin Wonder (Apr 1983) [Earth-C-Minus]

Carrie Kelly (Jun 1986) [Dark Knight Returns]

Tim Drake (Oct 1989)

Robert Chang (Apr 1990) [Digital Justice]

Redbird (Jan 1993) [The Blue, the Gray, and the Bat]

Thomas Wayne (Jan 1993) [Robin 3000]

Bane (Apr 1993) [rejected elseworlds]

Robin Redblade (Jun 1994) [Earth-494]

Tengu (Sep 1994) [Narrow Path]

Alfred Pennyworth (Feb 1996) [Batman: Dark Alligiances]

Jubilation Lee (Apr 1996) [Amalgam Universe]

Tris Plover (Jun 1996) [Legends of the Dead Earth]

Darkbird (Jul 1996)

Bruce Wayne Jr. (Feb 1997) [Earth-3839]

Lois Lane (Oct 1997)

Rodney the chimpanzee (Nov 1997) [Batman: Dark Knight Dynasty]

Marya (1998) [I, Joker]

Barbara Gordon (Feb 1998) [Earth-37]

Robin the Toy Wonder (Nov 1998) [DC One Million]

Rochelle Wayne (Feb 1999) [Reign of Terror]

Kon-El (Mar 1999) [Hypertension]

Clark Wayne (Mar 1999) [Earth-3839]

Squid Wonder (Aug 1999)

The Robin (Mar 2000) [Earth-40]

Robin Drake (Feb 2002) [Riddle of the Beast]

Stephanie Brown (May 2004)

Nosyarg Kcid (Aug 2004) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Koriand’r (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Garfield Logan (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Rachel Roth (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Victor Stone (Jan 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Robbie the Robin (Jun 2005) [Krypto the Superdog]

Control Freak (Oct 2005) [Teen Titans (2003 show)]

Damian Wayne (Nov 2006)

Robin Olsen (Oct 2007) [Earth-8]

Bizzaro Robin (Nov 2007)

Unnamed penguin (Jun 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Boy (Jul 2010)

Robin Robin (Jul 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Unnamed son of Damian Wayne (Nov 2010) [Batman: the Brave and the Bold]

M’gann M’orzz (Nov 2010) [Young Justice (2010 show)]

Jericho (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Kid Devil (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Wildebeest (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

Kroc (Dec 2010) [Tiny Titans]

The Joker (Jan 2011)

Lance Heart (Feb 2011)

Fransisco Ramirez (Feb 2011)

Christopher Ward (Feb 2011)

Robin John Blake (Jul 2012) [Dark Knight Trilogy]

Helena Wayne (July 2012) [Earth 2]

Robin’s Egg (Jan 2013) [Farm League]

Super Robin (Jul 2013) [Teen Titans Go!]

Selina Kyle (Mar 2014)

Damien Wayne (Jun 2014) [Infinite Crisis Video Game]

John Thomas Grayson (Dec 2014) [Earth 2]

Nibor (Jan 2015) [Teen Titans Go!]

Daxton Chill (May 2015)

Dre Cipriani (May 2015)

Riko Sheridan (May 2015)

Duke Thomas (Jul 2015)

Troy Walker (Jul 2015)

Kat-R-ina (Aug 2015)

Isabella Ortiz (Aug 2015)

BlackDomino (Oct 2015)

Darkestdawn (Oct 2015)

SideKicker (Oct 2015)

Yellowcape (Oct 2015)

Shug-R (May 2016)

Robinbot (May 2017)

Dinesh Babar (May 2017)

Rabid Robins (Oct 2017) [Earth -22]

Cult Member Robins (Apr 2018)

Rosie (Apr 2018)

Matt McGinnis (May 2018) [Futures End]

Harley Quinn (Apr 2019)

Michelangelo (Jul 2019) [Batman/Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles]

Jarro (Oct 2019)

Billy Batson (Oct 2019)

Six of Hearts (Dec 2019)

Maps Mizoguchi (Dec 2020)

Talia Kane (Feb 2021) [Earth 11]

LeBron James (Jul 2021) [Space Jam: A New Legacy]

Drake Winston (Oct 2021) [Batman ‘89]

Anita Jean (Oct 2021)

Kiki (Nov 2021)

Son of Don Mitchell Jr. (Mar 2022) [The Batman (2022 movie)]

Gan (Mar 2022) [Batman: White Knight]

Cassandra (Jun 2022) [Dark Knights of Steel]

Jon Kent (Jul 2022) [Dark Crisis: Worlds Without a Justice League - Superman]

Amish Boy Wonder (Nov 2022) [The Last Harley Story]

Darcy Thomas (Nov 2022)

Dexter Dent (Dec 2022) [Flashpoint Timeline]

Elizabeth Prince (Jan 2024) [Possible Future]

Bruce Wayne clone (Jul 2024)

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Chapter Two -Past, Present, Future

Drake Walker x Rose Thorne ( my MC)

Word count: 1.7k

Drake is standing across from you and you take him all in, he's in a denim jacket with a white henly shirt underneath, he looks tired, there are bags under his eyes. He's staring at you as if he can't believe you are finally back.

Your heart is beating so loudly in your chest that it is all you can hear. You feel so many things at once – disappointment that he hasn't reached out in almost two months, sadness because you fear he doesn't care for you like you do for him. Most of all you feel relieved because he's back in court. You rush over to him and pull him into a bone crushing hug that leaves him speechless. He hugs you back just as fiercely.

'I missed you' you say as you burry your head in his chest. He holds you a lot longer than you thought he would.

' I missed you too, Thorne. You're a sight for sore eyes' Drake says as he lets you go. His hand lingers on your shoulders and you can see his cheeks redden and your face lights up.

' It's good to see you smile again. After everything that happened.. I know things must have been hard for you and I want you to know that if there's anything I can do to help then I want to do it'

'What about us? I mean I'll appreciate the help but is that.. it?'

'Thorne you know how I feel about you'

Do I? You weren't sure you did. Hells you hadn't spoken with him in two months almost.

'Do I? Drake we haven't spoken in months. For all I know whatever we could have had is gone or maybe I was the only one who really felt something deeper than friendship. Maybe it was all in my head' you take a deep sigh and ignore his gaze.

' Thorne, please look at me'

You look up at him, he traces your cheek with his hand and you lean into it.

' It's not in your head, what you feel for me I feel for you too.. it's just c -'

'Complicated?' you finish

' Yeah. Look let's go somewhere more private to talk about this'

You nod and follow him to the fire pit outside the estate. You and Drake sit down near the fire and you look into the firepit.

Drake reaches out and takes your hand in yours and squeeze it.

'It’s not that I don't want you or that i don't care for you. I care for you deeply. But not like this. Not with a scandal hanging over your head'

'So once the scandal is gone does that mean that we could -'

'Once the scandal is gone there's a prince waiting for you, who can offer you everything you could ever dream of and more'

' I don't want the prince or the throne. I want you'

' I'm a nobody Thorne, i'm never going to be good enough for you. And if by some miracle you truly decide that you want me and not Liam... I don't want you to regret it'

You patiently wait for him to continue and squeeze his hand that is still holding on to yours. Drake looks at you with a pained expression.

' When the scandal is over and you still for some reason choose me then I need to know it's because you truly care for me and want me for me and not because the scandal is keeping you away from being with Liam.'

' So when the scandal is over you will hear me out? ' you ask hopefully

While you want to be with him you can understand his childhood trauma and his hesitance. You want him but he has to be on the same page as you and until that happens you will try your best to support him through it and hopefully he will see how much you truly care.

'Yes. After it's over we will talk it out. i'm sorry i'm such a disappointment all the time Thorne. All I want to do is to make you proud'

' You’re human, which means you're flawed. I can work with that. I need to ask... why haven't you messaged me once in the last six weeks' you ask because you need to know.

'Trust me I wanted to. I wanted to so many times'

'But?'

' Liam, Maxwell, Hana and I made a pact that we wouldn't reach out in order to keep you as safe as possible' Drake gently grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

'I wish I could say that I couldn't understand why it was neccesary or say that I haven't been told the same thing. However it still hurts. I thought you had given up on me and that maybe I just didn't matter to you. Hell I wish everyone had asked me what i wanted.'

You were beyond hurt and frustrated. You had felt like you had gone crazy locked away at the Bearmonts estsate, going on runs with Maxwell, learning Etiquette with Bertrand, going over what outfits best betrayed an 'innocent and flawless' persona that was far beyond of who you actually were.

You could feel your heart beating too fast and your breathing becoming faster to the point were you couldn't breathe, your hands were trembling and your body was shaking.

'Rose.. Can I touch your face?'

You felt dizzy and disoriented but you managed nod before Drake gently let go of your hand and caressed your face with his hands, he turned your face towards his so that you were looking at each other.

' I need you to take a deep breath for me can you do that?'

You nodded again and took a deep breath in

'Breathe in and count to seven.. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7 and exhale and count to 3 ..1..2..3'

You did as Drake said and he told you to repeat the cycle and he did the breathing exercises with you until your breathing slowed down and became more normal again.

' I need you to know that I value your safety greatly. We all do. And if anything happens to you I would- wouldn't be able to forgive myself. That night when you left and I finally ecaped security you had already gone and I tried to run after the car but I wasn't fast enough so I returned to the estate and found Maxwell, Liam and Hana in your room. We all wanted to bring you back but we knew it wouldn't be safe'

Drake caresses your face gently and you wait for him to continue.

'The last six weeks have been torture, I can't begin to tell you how much i've missed. I hate to see you so upset, I have an idea – how about I make you the best s'mores you have ever had?'

'Are you a world renowned S'mores expert?' you asked jokingly and you smiled at Drake

' You bet. Would you have expected anything less from me?' Drake deadpanned

Drake kisses the top of your forehead before he gets up and goes to get the ingrediants for the s'mores, you lean close to the fire and sigh

It’s nice to know Drake feels the same for you as you do for him, it's at the very least reassuring. It doesn't change much at the moment sadly but once he scandal is cleared you intend to make Drake know that he's the only one you want. As long as nothing majorly happens between you you will hold off telling Liam the truth... for now at least.

Drake returns with a bag that holds sticks, graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate, while he is busy prepping the sticks

'When I was young my parents used to get into these explosive fights with lots of throwing things and yelling and it was all too much you know? So I used to hide in my room with my hands over my ears.. one day it became so bad that I felt like I couldn't breathe'

Drake stopped prepping for a moment and looked at you sadly and looked at you patiently as you continue

'Ever since then i've had anxiety and panic attacks. Every time I feel overwhelmed or too stressed i get really anxious. I also have a tendency to overthink things most people probably wouldn't, like I get so into my own head sometimes'

'Why haven't you ever told anyone here about it?'

' Because I was afraid that once you all knew the truth that you would see me differently. I was worried that if I let you in that it would be too much'

That I would be too much

The last part goes unsaid. Drake puts down the sticks and pulls you into a hug.

'You could never be too much Thorne, You are like the best person I know and nothing could ever change that'

'Promise?' you ask your voice is horse and you feel so small.

' Yeah I promise'.

Drake shows you how to make the perfect s'more and you have to admit that it's pretty good, you spend most of the evening just talking, Drake talks about how he used to go camping with his dad and how important it was to him, you feel honoured that he's sharing his memories with you. You want to be able to do the same but most of your upbringing was rough and the happy childhood memories were a rare thing.

' The blue hair really suits you by the way' Drake says and puts a strand of your hair behind your ear and you lean into the touch

'I really want to kiss you right now..'

'Thorne... that's a bad idea' Drake groans and looks away

You lean towards him and he momentarily gives in, swiftly and desperately kissing you, his arms go to your waist, pulling you closer.

'Dammit..' Drake mutters under his breath as you move apart. Drake looks around to make sure no one saw you, there is no one else around and he sighs in relief.

' I want you Thorne. More than anything. But I want this the right way, for everyone involved. You most of all.' Drake sighs

' Rose!'

Before you have a chance to responds Max waves at you from across the courtyard and Drake moves a step away from you.

'Thank you for tonight... For everything. It means a lot' you say to Drake before Maxwell reaches the two of you

Maxwell lets you know it's time to leave. Applewood Manor here we come...