#the finale to their miniseries if u will

[bloodbuzz-ohio]

The O.C. 1.07 The Escape (requested by anonymous)

[markhellyna]

. ݁₊ ⊹ markhellyna’s fav markhellyna fics ⊹ ₊ ݁.

making this as a way to keep track of & share my fav fics i’ve come across! will continue to update as i read more lol so consider this a work in progress. if you also read & enjoy any of these make sure to leave kudos and a comment on them to show the authors some love!

⤏ Two Minds by PinkThing420

summary: canon divergent au. helena eagan has been undercover as helly r for a few months post-OTC, but decides to let helly live again as long as she doesn’t blow helena’s cover. helena begins to develop confusing feelings towards mark and lumon as a whole.

⤏ 5 Times Helly Asked Mark to Reintegrate (And 1 Time She Didn’t) by five_rat_lore

summary: au where lumon is shut down and all severed ex-employees are offered the reintegration process. a reintegrated helly tries to convince mark to reintegrate too. angsty, sweet, and really hot. bonus points for markhellyna age gap mention and a little bit of professor/student roleplay.

⤏ old haunt by killingcve

summary: mark is experiencing reintegration sickness and hallucinates helly showing up at his house…or does he? dubcon enjoyers rejoice!

⤏ The Summoning by five_rat_lore

summary: markhelly body swap smut

⤏ sweetheart. by pearlofthesea

summary: mark comforts helly immediately after she’s woken up at woe’s hollow.

⤏ brief hold, please by floatingonthelehigh

summary: mark notices a hickey on helly’s neck as she comes into work. she asks him for a new one.

⤏ disparate kinds by BanningL

summary: reintegrated mark & hellyna smut, hellyna is having a bad day so mark comforts her

⤏ besides delaware by audries

summary: mark & helly spend a weekend together on the severed floor directly after the events of the finale. this one made me cry lol

⤏ axis & allies by killingcve

summary: college au. professor mark & TA hellyna, im so obsessed with where this one is going

⤏ say yes to heaven by BanningL

summary: au, professor mark & grad student helena smut ft age difference + helena’s first time

⤏ sick as it sounds by brandnewtrack

summary: au, markhelena as a romcom - i cant get enough of this writing style! they have helena’s characterization down pat. the banter is too good and the smut is 😮‍💨😮‍💨

⤏ deferred compensation by catinhat

summary: post-reintegration markhelena. this one hit me like a truck. really beautiful writing, one of my favorite studies of what reintegrated hellyna would be like. lots of TWs here so check tags before reading.

⤏ Hey There, You On The Table by five_rat_lore

summary: this whole fic series is so hot but i especially love the setting of this one! mark tells helly how to get herself off from the side closet of the conference room she first woke up in.

⤏ blessed are the broken by hellynascout

summary: au where helena keeps going back to church…to see priest mark scout

⤏ a helping hand by eclipsj

summary: helly can’t come so mark helps her out

⤏ Freaky Friday by PinkThing420

summary: PinkThing420 my beloved!! after reghabi floods mark’s chip, he wakes up in the elevator on the severed floor. really hot omarkhelly smut

⤏ tame your tempers, soothe your soul by IAmTheNightman98

summary: the four tempers as the four different markhellyna pairings

⤏ Office Hours by Dogbinary

summary: this is THEEEEEEE markhelena professor/student au for me. dogbinary turn this into a miniseries and you will be reincarnated as a lotus flower this is officially multichap now 🫳🪷

⤏ the hunger that wears her face by hellynascout

summary: post s2 finale. mark got his happy ending. he’s reintegrated and has gemma back, so why can’t stop thinking about hellyna? this one is sooo tasty. mark’s guilt and obsession with hellyna…oof

⤏ Miss Eagan by outsidehelly

summary: reverse age gap au. mark scout is helena eagan’s hot new intern, just imagining young twink adam here… im sweating. dubcon and cheating enjoyers rejoice!!!

⤏ Party 4 u series by cypressdrive

summary: really hot markhelly smut that’s also incredibly sweet and in character. helly wears mark’s tie and he calls her good boy 😵‍💫

⤏ i’m a dog, i’m a mutt by jam (discojams)

summary: DID SOMEBODY SAY OMARKHELLY DUBCON

⤏ on borrowed time by Red_Cardinal_Wins

summary: mark scout finally has his wife and his life back, but every friday he has to return to the severed cabin with helena so that their innies can still see each other. mark got everything he wanted, but seeing helena every week, as well as the messages his innie leaves for him on the camcorder, are making him question whether he still fits within the life he had with gemma.

⤏ secretary by jam (discojams)

summary: intern mark scout is selected to be lumon executive helena eagan’s new assistant, mark is eager to please. there is also some markpetey in here as well ty jamsus

⤏ Beach Episode by PinkThing420

summary: after getting out of the ritzy lumon rehab center in hawaii her father sent her to, helena has a chance meeting with a grieving mark scout, on a solo vacation he was encouraged to take by his sister. despite both of them being at their lowest point, they find safety and understanding with each other. this one has been really sad and sweet and tender and hot, can’t wait to see where it goes. definitely mind the tags here.

[rafescherie]

Hii, I absolutely loved salt in the sugar bowl, I was wondering if you make a part 2 can it be like reader gets w Jj (or another pogue) and everyone’s like kinda fine with it and think they’re cute tg, and Rafe is just kinda sitting there watching like damn I really missed out..

idk but yeah I think it’d be interesting to see 🤍🤍

SALT IN THE SUGAR BOWL — RAFE CAMERON

only weeks after your break-up, you show up to pogue!rafe's automobile shop seeking his help — and old wounds, and old feelings are reignited.

salt in the sugar bowl miniseries | part one - you are currently on part two - part three |

cherie's note — thank u for the request, anon<3! already had the foundation for the follow-up, decided to throw in mentions of jj, hopefully you like it! thank you guys for all the support! will be writing a third part most likely. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

rafe hated the pogues.

it wasn't about where they came from, or how they lived like life had already beaten them down. it was the way they wore it — like being at the bottom was something to be proud of. like struggling to make ends meet, living pay cheque to pay cheque, made them better than the ones who had never known hunger, or desperation, or what it felt like to have nothing left to lose.

they threw around words like family and loyalty, like it meant anything. like it would keep them from turning on each other the second shit hit the fan. it was a lie — a comforting facade they told themselves to make up for everything they'd never have.

but most of all, he hated that he was one of them now. fighting to survive, and wondering when he'd finally have his cut of fresh life.

it didn't matter that he hadn't changed — not really. he was still rafe cameron, still the same guy who had once walked through figure eight with his head high, his last name like a golden ticket. but none of that mattered anymore. not on this side of the island.

not since ward cut him off — when his entire world came crashing down, leaving him stranded on the cut with the same people he used to look down on. he'd lost the money, the power, the respect that came with being a cameron. and no matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise, it ate him alive. every single day.

and the worst part? the pogues saw it too.

they didn't say anything, but he could feel it in the way they looked at him — like he was some washed-up prince, stripped of his crown, reduced to nothing more than a lost cause. it made him sick.

nothing feels like rock bottom like being looked down on by the ones at the lowest — the same ones you had once looked over, never casted more than a bat of the eye towards. that, truly felt like rock fucking bottom for rafe, and there was no coming back from that.

he wasn't one of them, he never would be.

and yet, there he was, sitting on the back deck of a bar that reeked of beer and sea salt, nursing a drink he could barely afford, surrounded by the very people he despised.

rafe let his head fall back against the chair, exhaling slowly as he tried to drown out the noise around him — the sound of waves crashing in the distance, the low hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of drunken laughter. it all felt suffocating, especially when he had crashed from so high at the top.

then, he heard her laugh.

at first, he thought he imagined it. he wouldn't put it past himself — if his mind was idle, chances are, she suffocated every crevice of his brain. but when he turned his head, there she was.

and she wasn't alone.

the glass in his hand stilled as his fingers tightened around it. across the dock, against the illuminated ocean water, she stood with jj maybank, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

rafe felt his stomach twist.

it had only been a few weeks. a few fucking weeks. and yet, there she was — smiling, laughing, leaning into him like rafe had never even mattered.

like he hadn't shattered her heart, torturing his own in the process.

like he wasn't sitting there, watching it all unfold, feeling like the ground had been ripped out from beneath him.

the worst part wasn't that she was with someone else. it wasn't even that she was with jj — a pogue, and the last person rafe would ever want to see touching her.

no, the worst part was that she looked happy.

and rafe hated that almost as much as he hated the pogues.

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you hadn't set foot in this shop since everything fell apart. the last time you had been here, your face was stained in salty tear streaks. the last time you were here, things were different — easier. back when rafe still looked at you like you were his, back when his touch was something warm instead of a ghost you tried not to miss. but that was months ago. now, the only thing left between you was silence.

and maybe, that was for the best.

you could have taken your car anywhere else — you probably should have. there were automobile shops scattered around the island, but deep down, you knew no one worked like rafe. he had a way with car, the same way he used to have a way with you — knowing exactly what to say, what to do, to keep things running smooth. until, suddenly, he didn't.

a part of you wondered if he ever felt the same hollow ache you did. if the silence was as loud for him as it was for you.

the thought lingers as you pull open the heavy shop door, the bell above it jingling a little too loud in the still air. the scent of oil, grease and gasoline wraps around you like something familiar, something that used to feel like home.

and then, you see him.

he's under the hood of a car, forearms tense as he works, grease smudged across his fingers and forearms. the sight of him knocks the breath from your lungs — not because he looks different, but because he looks the same. same sharp jaw, same furrowed brow, shame effortless pull he's always had on you.

you hear it before you see it — the slight hitch in his breath, the way his movements falter for half a second before he straightens. his eyes find yours through the dim light of the garage, and something flickers there. surprise. hesitation. maybe even something softer, something you shouldn't hope for.

you swallowed hard. yeah, this was a mistake.

but it was too late to turn back now.

"hi," you greet softly, timid. you throw your arms behind your back, a nervous gesture as you walk a few feet towards him. despite all the noise in the shop; the noise of the ceiling fans, the faint rock music on the stereo, everything zeroes in on him, like the world stopped for this moment alone. "sorry to bother... do you mind looking at my car quickly? my boyfriend's not answering his phone... so he's out of the picture when it comes to help."

of course, jj. as much as you had grown to like jj, his presence was fleeting — always in and out, never staying long enough to settle. everyone knew this wasn’t the right time for him to commit to a relationship, and deep down, you did too. but still, you had jumped in headfirst, ignoring the warning signs. you needed a distraction, and so did he.

his body automatically tensed at the sound of your voice. it was as soft as he remembered, though you sounded almost shy now. he could see the way you shifted on your feet, fidgeting with your fingers behind your back, the way you couldn't hold his gaze for long, and he hated it. h hated how nervous you seemed now that you were near him again. he hated that he was the cause of the change.

he cleared his throat, nodding as he took another step forward.

"sure... sure. let me have a look at it."

he knew he was a goner. the worst thing he could have done in this moment, was accept, but he couldn't help it. not after he'd realized how sad life gotten since he forced you out of his.

rafe walks over to the hood, lifting it open as the smoke puffs out once more. he coughs lightly, waving the grey tendrils away as he looks down at the engine before him. he sighs, his brows furrowing at the sight as his eyes rake over the mess of steam and metal.

"you're engine's overheating." he mutters, his eyes flickering towards you for a brief moment.

he notices the way you keep your eyes glued to the engine, finding any excuse not to meet his eyes.

it made sense — outerbanks had been under heatwave warning for the last week, reaching its peak a few days before the issue had first presented itself.

he nodded, his gaze returning to the engine. "when did it start overheating?" he asks, his voice a little gruff as he wipes his sleeve across his face, wiping the sweat away.

you hated to admit it, feeling the lecture come on before you had even spoken a word, "few days ago, figured it would go away on its own."

he hummed in response, his eyes rolling at your answer. of course, you would've fixed on it's own. he huffed, a chuckle escaping him as he shook his head.

"yeah, that's not how it works." he replies, trying to ignore the fluttering in his chest at the sound of your voice once more. he tried to sound disinterested and nonchalant, but there was a part of him that was happy to hear you speak again.

after a moment of his examination, he finally spoke again. "seems like your radiator is leaking." he explained, leaning down towards the engine. "probably has a busted hose or something."

you groan — something of the sort sounded expensive. it wasn't that you couldn't afford it, all you had to do was ask your father for some cash, and he'd gladly give it your way.

he let out another sigh, glancing over at you. "it won't take me too long to fix..."

"oh," you reply, doe eye accentuated by your lashes, "it's alright. i can get somebody else to fix it, i just needed to know what the issue was, really. thank you, rafe."

his jaw clenched at your words, feeling the ache in his chest growing stronger. he didn't want you to go to another mechanic, or relying on your 'boyfriend' for such a simple fix. in actuality, the thought of you leaving the shop, and potentially never coming back hurt the most.

he was silent for a moment, his mind racing for something to say to keep you here for a little longer, until the words fell out of his mouth.

"why don't you just let me fix it?"

"i mean..." you start, looking back at the shop over your shoulder before meeting his blue eyes once more. "i don't want to bother... i know you're super busy in there so..."

he scoffed at that, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you. busy? yeah, he was swamped with jobs, but he could never be too busy for you.

"it's fine," he replied gruffly, trying not to sound eager, "it won't take me long anyways. just let me fix it."

with a shaky sigh, you nod and accept the offer. you knew rafe would take good care of your vehicle — but the idea of being stuck here with him alone until he was finished made you nervous.

he nodded in response, trying to hide the excitement that surged within him. he wasn't going t let you just walk out his door, not today. not yet.

"perfect," he said briskly, running his hand over his buzzcut. "come back inside. it'll only be a few minutes."

you follow behind rafe, like he had expected. it was cute, he thought, one of the first things he had noticed about you. you followed him around like a damn puppy, so eager to spend time with him that it didn't matter what you both were doing, as long as you were by his side.

he gestures for you to follow him to your vehicle, now parked inside as the large garage doors closing behind you both. he could feel your presence behind him, and could practically sense the tension radiating off of you.

for a moment, there was a silence as he began to work, his hands fiddling with different tools and parts. but then, he spoke, his gruff voice cutting through the air.

"so..." he began, his eyes never leaving the engine in front of him. "how've you been."

you weren't expecting conversation — not normal conversation, anyways. like nothing had happened between you two, like he hadn't been the one to break your heart only a couple of weeks ago.

"i've been... good." you reply, shoving your hands in your pockets. it wasn't the truth, yet wasn't entirely a lie either. things had been going good for you, but when the house fell silent, and the night took over, all the happiness seemed to dissipate once again.

he hummed in response, his eyes flickering to you for a moment. even he could hear how forced your answer sounded.

"saw you the other day," he said, closing the hood of your vehicle with a thud.

you frown, "yeah? where?"

"by the docks. with him."

your silence speaks volumes to the man. the girl who once spent hours perched on his workbench, yapping his ear off, now sat quiet. the shy demeanor felt odd. you should've known rafe wouldn’t bite his tongue — he never did. he was blunt, everyone knew that. and the moment you showed up here, you should’ve been ready for him to bring it up.

you blinked, trying to keep your expression neutral, "him?"

rafe let out a dry chuckle, wiping the grease onto an already dirty rag. he threw the cloth onto the hood of your car, "come on, don't do that. you know who i'm talking about."

looking down at the floor, you're suddenly aware of just how much coming here was a mistake.

"you don't get to do this, rafe."

"do what?" his tone is deceptively calm.

"this," you motion between you two, "you broke up with me, remember?"

his jaw tightened, "i know."

"so why does it matter?"

rafe was silent for a beat his tongue poking the soft skin of his cheek, like he was trying to find the right words. finally, he exhaled, shaking his head.

"it doesn't," he muttered. "forget i said anything."

and then he turns his back towards you, just like he had all those weeks ago. returning to his workbench, putting down the wrench within his palms down harshly. the frustration is clear, roaming through the air you share.

and he doesn't turn around until he hears you open your vehicle door, ready to find your leave without even saying goodbye, not that he was going to bother anyways.

"you still wear it," he said, voice quieter now.

your breath caught in your throat.

it took you a second to realize what he meant — until you followed his gaze, landing right where his eyes had lingered.

the bracelet.

worn. faded from the sun. still tied around your wrist.

the one he gave you. the one you never took off.

rafe's gaze flicked back to yours, something unreadable in his expression. something dangerous.

something hopeful. for the first time in weeks.

but before you could say anything, before you could defend yourself or rip the damn thing off your wrist, he shook his head, scoffing under his breath.

"see you around, then."

and with that, he slid back under the vehicle, ready to busy his mind with more work — a desperate attempt at a distraction after all of this.

leaving you standing there — heart pounding, mind spinning — knowing damn well this wasn't over.

[lushaletta]

the ties that bind us / tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of death and murder, muggleborn!reader, dark!tom

summary: finally, he has you.

a/n: LAST PART (maaaaybe??) OF THE TOM MINISERIES!! guys i can’t lie that one ask really drove me… thank u btw!! im honestly not sure if i like this but maybe in the future ill rework it?? i did no beta reading whatsoever ummm…

read the previous parts here: one two three

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It was late, too late, really, when you found him. Tom was sitting by the window of the library, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across his face. He looks something of an Adonis.

You smile when you see him. You always do. It’s been a little bit since you’d had any time to talk. Between Murphy, exams, and Camilla, you’ve been distracted. For a moment, as you look at him, staring into his pensive eyes, you dare to hope everything will turn out fine.

“Tom,” you whisper, his name slipping from your lips the way it always does. The way that reduces him to something so pathetic he scowls at the thought. Though this time, your call doesn’t seem to draw him in.

When he finally looks at you, there’s something different in his features. You soon realise there’s no contemplation on his face. Not anger or frustration either. It’s empty.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” you say, forcing a cheerful smile, but it falls weak in the heaviness of the air. You step forward.

“Have you?” His voice was flat, detached.

You nod, trying to settle the unease bubbling in your chest. “Of course I have. It’s not like you’ve been making it easy to find you lately,” you tease lightly, but his lips stay set in a tight line. There was no flicker of amusement. “What’s wrong?”

Tom’s gaze moves to the floor, fingers twitching against the edge of the table. A muscle in his jaw ticks and his eyes meet yours again, dark and unreadable.

“I need to tell you something,” he says, voice low, almost as if he’s speaking to himself.

"What did you do?” you say, accusingly.

The way he’s looks at you now, like he’s trying to memorise every detail of your face, twists your gut. You open your mouth to speak, to ask him again what was wrong, but he holds up a hand, silencing you.

“I never wanted this,” he whispers thickly.

You blink, confused, and your smile falters. "Wanted what?"

Tom stands slowly, with his every movement measured, deliberate. His eyes remain locked onto yours, and in this fleeting moment, you can almost see the boy behind that distant stare. The boy who sat with you under shaded trees, splitting your desserts and helping you with your homework like he didn’t have a million other things to occupy his time. But that’s a faint vision now.

"You were never meant to get this close," he says, chillingly cold. "I was gonna end it. But I couldn’t."

Your heart hammers. His words make no sense. He’s speaking to you as if you’re the cause of some great tragedy, but you could barely understand what he was saying.

“I was selfish,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “And you... you never should have been part of this.”

Your brows furrow. “Tom, what are you talking about?”

There was a flicker of something in his eyes—something raw, something desperate—but it disappears almost as quickly as it comes. "I killed him," he says flatly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "He was never meant to have you. You’re mine."

Your breath catches in your throat, confusion making way for something you can only describe as dread. The words don’t register at first, and then, like a punch to the stomach—it hits you. Murphy.

You think about it for a beat, the way Murphy held every door open for you like the chivalrous young gentleman he is. Or you suppose was. The way he laughed and his blond curls.

He’s dead.

And the sickening truth washes over you all at once. Your hands shake. “Tom,” you whisper, voice trembling. “You—what have you done?”

And then he catches it. It’s not fear in your eyes. It’s not the terror and disgust he prepared himself for. It was… pity. You pity him, like he’s some sad, lost cause.

“Tom...” you say quietly, steadily now. “Why?”

He turns away from you, his face tight, and for the first time in.. whatever this was, you saw the faintest chink in his armor.

“You should have stayed away from me,” he says, barely audible. “I killed him,” he adds, like he’s trying to drill it in your head. Make you understand the weight of what he’s done.

You understand just fine.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He destroyed someone else. And in his twisted, fucked-up impression of love and obsession, he destroyed you too. And in doing so, he’s taken a piece of your soul with him. Split his own even further. You’ve become a pawn in his game of immortality, and you’ll play your part well, he knows you will. You have to, so he can keep you alive.

And it’s now that you realise the horror of it all. You don’t even mind. You don’t care. You know logically you’re probably some fleeting thing, a casualty of his ambition, something to be used. You’ve given him something he’s never asked for—something that now makes you his captive.

For a second, you see something human in his expression. Something like guilt, or whatever version of it he could experience. Then he’s back to being Tom Riddle, statuesque and cold. Dark. He pushes you away in the name of his plans, and yet he can’t stop himself bringing you closer. He did this to you.

Everything screams wrong, but you don’t hear it anymore. It’s just you. And Tom Riddle, who murdered a boy for you. Or for himself— you can’t quite say.

“But I’m here.”

He takes a tentative step towards you, like he’s expecting you to flinch and run. Like you’re some figment of his imagination that will disappear if he’s not careful. But he reaches out and touches your face and you don’t look away once. His thumbs run over your cheeks, committing each freckle to memory. “I love you.”

There it was.

You freeze for a fraction of a second, but there’s no hesitation. “I love you too, Tom,” you say,

There is no sudden revelation of goodness. Some redemption that makes it all okay or a fairytale ending. Instead it’s a bond, that you can’t will yourself to break, twisted and irreversible, that binds you to him. You don’t pull away, because this, at least, is your choice.

You’ve sealed your fate.

The cost of living is death. Tom knows that, better than anyone else. He’s fixated on his demise since boyhood.

And he knows, better than anyone else, that it is inevitable and out of his control.

But this? The smell of your strawberry hair and the treacle tarts and the way you dot your I’s with hearts?

He can put his plans on hold. For now.

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[sharksnshakes]

Night Out (III) - Tim Drake

After discovering Tim is the Red Robin, his behavior starts to make a lot more sense. One confession leads to another...

AN; and we are done!! i hope u all enjoy the final installment of the tim drake miniseries. never done anything like this before and very grateful for the support <33 literally wouldn't have written it otherwise

Wordcount; 1k

TW; cursing, choking, minor injuries, tim being a simp

You don't have to puzzle over Tim's strange behavior for too long. Just days after the incident in the alleyway, you're watching a news report on the Red Robin, who was spotted fighting Dr. Freeze with Nightwing's help somewhere in the Diamond District.

The news anchors play a clip of Robin protecting civilians while Nightwing kicks ass in the background, and when Robin pushes an elderly man out of the way of Dr. Freeze's ray gun, you get deja vu; The arm flung in front of the civilian, the reaching for something in his utility belt--the vigilante's motions match Tim's exactly, right down to the damn batarang.

And then Dr. Freeze kicks Tim in the gut, and you can't keep watching.

You're not sure if you're the world's best detective, if Tim's horrible at hiding things, or if it was just plain luck, but ever since you put two and two together things have been making a lot more sense. Namely, why he constantly backs out of plans at the last minute and is busiest at 3am. His vigilante status might also have something to do with the ungodly levels of caffeine he consumes, but you're pretty sure he'd be drinking all that coffee regardless of whether he was Red Robin or not.

Unfortunately, you figured this out days before finals week, and you know that if you don't confront him you'll be distracted the whole time you're taking exams...

...Which is what leads you to where you are now. You're sitting in the passenger seat of Tim's fancy car (it's glossy black with custom upholstery to match--really, the whole 'Batman and Robin' thing should've been way more obvious) and chowing down on Big Belly Burger in a parking garage.

"So," you start, taking a sip of your drink to steel yourself, "I have something to tell you."

He swallows a gulp of food, brow furrowing. "Which is?"

"Y'might wanna put the food down for a second."

Tim huffs out a laugh. "No way it's anything that serious."

"Uh, I know you're Robin?"

He chokes.

Thirty seconds and several gulps of water later, Tim is staring at you with a dumbfounded expression that would be comical if the stakes of the situation weren't so high. Are the stakes high? You're not really sure. While you don't peg Batman as the type to have his vigilantes assassinate randos for figuring out their secret identities, he's a grown man running around dressed up like a bat. Who knows what goes on in his head?

Well. Tim might.

Regardless, Tim doesn't even attempt to dispute you. After sitting in silence for an additional two minutes, he just sort of... shrugs?

"Yeah. You're right."

You blink at him. You're not sure what you expected, exactly, but him owning up to it with zero hesitation was definitely not it. "You're just gonna admit it?"

"I mean-" he shrugs again. "What am I supposed to do? Dispute you? I'm sure you've got evidence."

You say nothing.

"You had no evidence?"

"I had a hunch," you protest, "And you just confirmed it!"

He groans, dropping his head into his hands. "You only had a hunch? No photos? No eyewitnesses?"

"It's almost finals week! What was I supposed to do, drop everything and research you instead of my term paper?"

"No, obviously not. Sorry. I'm just..."

"Shocked? Surprised? Caught off guard?"

"Well, you saw the news," he says dryly. Reaching for the hem of his shirt (also black, it was so obvious), he pulls it up a few inches to reveal a dark bruise splashed across his abdomen.

His incredibly toned abdomen--

You wince. "Ouch."

"Yeah, no kidding." At that moment, Tim's cheeks flush pink, and he quickly pulls his shirt back down. "Uh, sorry. Didn't mean to... you know."

"Nah, it's fine," you say, opting to stare out the window so Tim doesn't catch you blushing, "It's not a bad view, if that makes you feel any better."

Wait, what the fuck did you just say?

Your eyes go wide, and you immediately drop your gaze to your lap. There's a time and place for flirting with your best friend who's also Red Robin, and that time and place is not right after he's shown you his injuries and admitted to having a secret identity.

Except maybe it is, because when you risk a glance at Tim, his lower lip is pulled between his teeth and his eyes look just a touch hazy.

"You think I look good?" He murmurs, and you forget everything that's ever happened, ever.

"Yeah," you admit, looking around his face rather than at it, "And I was gonna tell you about that the other night. But, um, then we got interrupted."

Tim sucks in a small breath.

"So judging by your reaction, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you feel the same way...?"

"No," he deadpans, "I'm just staring at you like you hung the moon because I'm bored."

You blink at him. "You better be fucking joking--"

Tim reaches across the console, cups your jaw in his hand, and pulls your lips onto his.

You gasp. He swallows up the noise, moving slowly, deliberately, like he's been thinking about this moment for a long time; his fingers tremble but he guides your movements regardless, pulling you as close as he can manage with the console in the way.

Tim makes a small, muted noise when you slide your fingers into his hair. It shocks both of you enough to break the kiss--you stare at each other, unblinking. Then someone moves and the cup of ketchup you'd been sharing tips over and launches itself all over Tim's lap.

Both of you burst into laughter.

"You know," Tim says a few moments later, "You figuring out that I'm Robin is, um... really hot," he confesses, cheeks turning the same shade as the ketchup he's wiping off of his pants.

"Really?" you ask, still trying to catch your breath between giggles.

He looks you dead in the eye. "Really."

You dissolve into laughter again, and somehow you just know that your relationship with Tim--whatever form it takes--is right.

[suhnandmoon]

meet me in elwynn

chapter eleven: finale

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

summary: when desperately left in need for one more player to start their in-game guild, riki miraculously finds you. initially unwilling to join a group with a handful of random college guys, a certain boy by the name of lee heeseung manages to win over your heart despite a terrible first impression (and complete lack of skill to play the game).

genre: social media au (miniseries), college au, gamer au/online friends, LOSER heeseung!!!!!!! almost pathetic. slight enemies to lovers

notes: a short journey but a fun one... thank you to everyone who read this series and thank you to my loser heeseung lovers!!!! i hope you all had fun!! bonus chapter soon + new riki series after starlight wraps up. love u all :3

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[tobiasdrake]

People are already calling Riri a "super thief terrorist villain" or saying she sucks ;(

She's a black woman appearing prominently in the MCU. People have been calling her a sign of the Woke M-She-U's doom since her debut in Black Panther 2.

Ironheart tells a very nonstandard kind of story for a superhero film TV show miniseries decompressed movie. The MCU's bread and butter has always been treating "superhero" not as a genre but as a lens that can be laid over other types of genre film, and in this case, we have a crime movie like The Fast and the Furious or Ocean's 11. Riri even literally name-drops the latter.

That was guaranteed to ruffle some feathers. Especially the feathers of the same kinds of people that would have been making a fuss anyway due to her being a black woman, since those types also tend to be law-and-order good-and-evil types.

It also doesn't help that the show ends half-finished, clearly banking on a second season to close out its story. It ends with Riri's fall instead of her heroic rise. The show is asking for a lot of trust from its audience that there will be a more satisfying ending for her to come, which was a questionable decision.

But treating this like the final endpoint of her journey feels very much like pointing to Empire Strikes Back and treating Luke betraying Yoda's teachings to go get his ass kicked by Vader as the last word on Luke's character. Turns out he was a useless little shitstain and also the bad guy's kid so we shouldn't have expected much from him anyway; The end.

[thefudge]

doc, have you seen Sinners (2025) and if so, thoughts?

i finally have!!

sorry for not replying to all of u asking me about the film, but i didn't get a chance to see it until tonight, and it will shock no one that i really liked it!

i think what i liked most about it was the melancholy, bittersweet note that opened and closed the film; that deal-with-the-devil-origins-of-blues atmosphere, and that's thanks to ryan's direction and the wonderful music + goransson's score.

i will say i wish we'd had more of it; i kind of wanted this to be a 4-episode miniseries where we flesh out some characters and dynamics, and see more of the antagonists. the whole thing felt kind of short-lived? like, the story stopped just when i wanted to see more. but i get that that's also part of the magic of the after-dark-folk-tale that disappears with the coming of the sun. i'll probably want to read some essays from some black scholars and music historians, but on my first watch, it definitely left me wanting more.

[diino8081]

NINJAGO MONSTROSITY SPOILERS

ok wait so this is all incredibly batshit insane

dude. DUDE.

ok. so. the creatures of sonaria roblox collab is canon, ish? like the stuff with destroying or healing the crystals/eggs is real and canon

the scenery seems decently canon too

i think i actually stood on that same cliff that kai and the dragon were on ingame

cool shit cool shit

uhhh

tHE BUG????????

DUDE

BRO GOT EGGED

genuinely that could be a crazy au idea

"kai gets centipede egg cocoon junk all on him and eventually it seeps into his flesh and bones and turns him into a bug" au

would go crazy

and THE FIRE MASTERS TURNING INTO BUGS

WE WERE RIGHT

AAAAAAAAAGH

AND THEN IN THE FINAL SHORT WITH ALL THE QWATER AND HE ALMOST FUCKING DROWNED

HE LITERALLY HAS A FEAR OF WATER CANONICALLY

I FORGOT IF HE GOT OVER IT IN SEASON 5 OR SEABOUND BUT LIKE

HE WALKED TOWARDS IT LITERALLY WITHOUT HESITATION

DO YOU KNOW HOW CRAZY THAT IS

HE FACED ONE OF HIS GREATEST FEARS AND WALKED TOWARDS AN ILLUSION OF HIS FAMILY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO GET OUT OF MONSTER LAND SO MUCH

HE IS LITERALLY DESPERATE TO ESCAPE

DUDE.

D U DE.

GENUINELY I WILL NOT RECOVER FROM THIS

OH MY GOD]

FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER HOLY FUCKING SHIT

GOOD MINISERIES

I AM GOING TO COMBUST

[puyodot]

thing i made with my oc and a friend back in december, read below for some fake junk i wrote about it

Thought to be lost within the depths of the public conscious for twenty years, footage of the lost miniseries Discordant Chronicles has finally surfaced. The series, which aired Cartoon Network from November to December of 2004, was almost thought to be a hoax before internal documents released last year proved it's existence. Unfortunately, due to it's abysmal airing schedule during it's run, very little was even known about the series aside from it's episode order. That is until this past week when Reddit user u/█████ posted image screenshots of the show to r/lostmedia with the description: "going thru old tapes my brothers had saved and i'm freaking outrn because i just found a full episode of the lost discord show. was on a tape with animatrix and tom and jerry then all of a sudden there was some sick tunes i just new it had to be the show." Media experts weighed in on the contents of the tape soon after, confirming this was the 8th episode (entitled "Micro-Softie") out of the 13 aired on the network, and the tape had captured a very early 7am rerun from the day after Christmas. The tape's contents have been uploaded to the Internet Archive as of yesterday. The found episode has also been uploaded in full to the Reddit user's YouTube page, of which you can find a link to here.

[littlemissvincentvega]

Hii could u write a part 2 to the morning wood hopper fic? Maybe hopper accidentally bumps into the reader at a bar and he takes her home and Yk… 😏

MORNING WOOD pt. 2 / a perv!hopper one shot

PART 1

a/n: OMG i finally wrote something and it is the part 2!!! i'm going to do part 3 soon (might start writing it tonight) it will most likely be the finale of this little miniseries thing with hopper. but i had so much fun writing this and i hope y'all enjoy ♥ also also i'm in the process of setting up the tumblr tips thing bc i am Poor and somebody asked me about it aaaages ago :) thanks @nonsensecynical for the request and the inspiration for doing the part 2!!

18+ explicit content / perv! jim hopper x fem!reader

cw: alcohol, smoking, sexual themes, general perviness

Wisps of smoke left his nose like an angry bull. He tapped the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray in front of him, watching as the ash fell into it. It had started out clean and empty, but since Jim arrived a small pile of cigarette butts had accumulated there. He nursed his (sixth? seventh?) drink, focused on the melting ice cubes that swirled around the glass.

"Need a drinking partner?"

Hopper looked up from the bar, his eyes widening a little when he saw it was you. Of course it was. He'd jacked off to the thought of you that very morning, so why the hell wouldn't he have to deal with speaking to you as if he hadn't just mentally fucked you into next week? "What?"

You snickered slightly and shifted to sit beside him at the bar. Unbeknownst to Jim, you were already a couple of drinks in, which was why you were so calm about approaching him. You'd considered this a few times before after seeing him drink his problems away, but today was the day you grew a pair, for some reason. "Are you having another drink?"

"Probably," came his mumbled response. He looked at you, "Why?"

You pretended not to notice his gaze drop briefly to your breasts and gave him a coy smile. "I'll get your next one. You look like you need a drinking partner. You're always in here by yourself."

"(y/n), I couldn't ask you to do that," Jim said, sitting up to look at you properly. Why was a young, beautiful thing like you bothering to speak to him? He arched his brows. "By myself--? That's by choice, not because I don't have friends, you know."

"You didn't ask me, I offered. I'm buying the Chief of Police a drink. Least I can do for you doing your duty," you grinned, ignoring his further comments. He closed his eyes in annoyance, sighed through his nose and begrudgingly agreed.

-

"Let me give you a ride home," Hopper told you an hour or so later, sliding the empty glasses toward the barkeep. "Least I can do after you bought me a single drink."

You grinned upon seeing a smile twitch on his usually stoic face, then slid on your coat. "I didn't tell you to pay for my other drinks. I just... let you do it. It's fine, I'll drive myself home."

"No, no-- not happening." He was already ushering you out, a large hand hovering near your lower back. The bitterly cold air of the evening woke you up slightly, and you grimaced at the change in temperature. "I'll hafta arrest you for drink-driving. Wouldn't want that."

Being slightly merry, you bit your lip into a smile of mischief and eyed him. "Would that involve you putting me in handcuffs?"

That kinky little shit. I knew it. Hopper stared at you for a few moments, then continued to whisk you to his truck. "Yes."

Jim helped you into the passenger side of the truck, closed the door for you and then made his way to the driver's seat. He cleared his throat and glanced your way. You had slid your coat down your shoulders just a little to allow the cold air around your breasts. And yes, he could see your nipples trying to poke through the fabric of your shirt. Dark gaze lingered on them for a moment before he cleared his throat again and switched on the engine. "Thanks, uh, for keepin' me company tonight," he mumbled.

"Oh-- don't mention it. It's nice to not drink by myself for once."

"You there a lot?" he queried, taking a look behind before reversing out of the parking spot.

"Mm, sometimes," you hummed, popping the cap off of your lipstick and topping it up in the mirror. Hopper wished you wouldn't do that. It was making his mind go to places, places it had been that same morning. Making him think about how beautiful you'd look with those beautiful plump lips wrapped around his cock, pumping and sucking...

And then you broke his trance with a question. "Should you even be driving?"

"What?"

You returned the lid to your lipstick and put it in your handbag. "You're technically drink-driving, Chief."

God. Stop calling me that. He glanced your way, a gentle smirk tugging at his lips. "What'd you just call me?"

Brows arched, you stared at him and tried to ignore the pulsing between your thighs. After a short pause, you answered him, albeit a little quieter. "Chief."

"Exactly. I'm the Chief of Police, I can do what I want." And what I want is to fuck your brains out.

You simply rolled your eyes and chuckled a little, opting to look out of the window. Jim took that opportunity to steal a few glances at your body, the way your skirt perfectly hugged your hips, how the low-cut top showed off your delicious breasts. How he'd like to grab them, knead them, suckle on your perfect little nipples. He swallowed thickly, making an attempt to ignore his twitching cock. No, not twitching-- it was throbbing.

When you turned to look for any packs of cigarettes Jim had laying around his car, it wasn't difficult to see what he was trying to hide. It only made your core ache more for him, and from what you could see, he was big. You diverted your gaze from it quickly, locating the cigarettes, and sparked up. The first exhale definitely helped to calm you down, but it was barely a distraction from how sopping wet you felt.

The rest of the ride was quiet, almost awkward considering how you were both feeling (unbeknownst to each other), but Hopper broke the silence when he pulled into the trailer park. "Which number are you again?" he mumbled. He knew the number.

"Right there." You pointed at your trailer, which was painted light blue (a DIY job Eddie Munson had helped you with, much to Steve's dismay).

Hopper pulled up at the side of your home, hands resting in his lap to conceal what was going on down there. A small smile was given to you. "Home sweet home."

You noticed that he didn't turn off the engine, which was a slightly disheartening, but your horny little brain had other plans. One hand rested on the door handle and you looked across to him, eyebrows raised. "Aren't you gonna walk me to my door?"

Oh, God, why? He looked mildly annoyed, staring at you silently for a moment. "The free ride home not enough?"

"Nope." You flashed him a grin.

Rolling his eyes, Jim switched off the engine and exited the car. In his mind, he was hoping his erection had subsided a little, but he knew full well it wasn't going away until he took care of it. All he had to do was pray you didn't notice. "Alright," he helped you down from the truck, savouring every moment his hands touched your body, "five more steps and you're home safe."

"Huh, chivalry isn't dead, after all," you joked, walking with him to your porch. You fumbled to grab your keys and began to unlock the door.

"Sure," he cracked a small smile again. You were sweet-- he found you to have a decent sense of humour, too. "Uh, thanks again for keepin' me company."

You removed the key and opened the door, looking up at him. "You're welcome. Do you want to come inside for a bit?"

For a moment, Jim's eyes widened and he fell silent. He looked inside, then back to you. "No, I should get goin'. Got stuff to do."

"What stuff?" You held his gaze, subtly ran your tongue along your upper lip.

"Y'know-- laundry. Got some, uh, dirty dishes--"

But he was cut off. Your hand, much smaller than his, had found the outline of his erection, and you were gently rubbing it through his work-slacks. "What else?" you breathed, watching the poor man try to catch his breath.

He swallowed thickly, all too aware of how heavy he was breathing. Gaze dropped to watch your hand, then slowly rose to capture all of the beauty your body held. His eyes finally met yours again. "Gotta take a shower... maybe it can wait..." Without warning, he pushed you inside and slammed the door behind you both, shoving you against the nearest wall. It made the framed photos there shake, but Hopper didn't care. You squealed with surprise-- his cock rubbed against you as his lips met yours, all hunger and pent-up frustration and passion. He groaned against your lips, only pulling away after a few seconds to catch his breath and look at you. Yes, it was clear. You both wanted the same thing.

-

PART 3 COMING SOON!

[minniegraced]

1/? reflection thoughts on lovely little losers (spoilers)

so there’s plenty i don’t remember or we didn’t keep track of; ur welcome to ask me q’s but keep in mind i am speaking only for me, my experience, and my memory. i can also be inarticulate 👍

so let’s start with something that still makes me feel like a pos sometimes bc we didn’t prepare ourselves at all for it. bearing in mind, for fandles it was a very long half a year wait and then a very shocking first episode.

the striking difference from script to final vid of RETURNS is the others talk a lot more abt a series of issues they’re experiencing as a flat, including how much peter is bringing (loud) sexual partners home at “inappropriate times of the day”, overstay their welcome, and “they drink all the milk” (balthazar chimes in with “i don’t even drink [the flat milk]”)- freddie is like “it would be okay if it was just evenings or weekends like everyone else” (i love the implication the whole flat is (or was) also having sex)- and i think that difference remains true for most of the series. we really wanted to show not tell, and if we couldn’t get there in the script we tried to get there in the edit.

i also remember having convos during scripting about sleeping around being a harmful bisexual stereotype, and the decision that peter using casual sex was part of his journey bi or not. doesn’t excuse or change anything, but wish it meant we’d foreseen the biphobia reading/ben blowback (that became “you must hold that opinion too” which is classic small fandom, accessible creators stuff these days but at the time whoosh). rip ben. sorry ben. u were right. just inarticulate.

BIAB was gonna be part of regular episodes, not its own miniseries, but uh then we realised how long the edits were and for youtube in 2015 that was not the way

it was a really good showercap btw, lasted years and didn’t get mouldy (worth mentioning bc Pōneke is a damp place to live, no matter how well you clean). i have yet to find its equal and i’m glad it’s immortalised here 😂

the other thing that comes to mind for me in this first week, is tcw each chose one member of the flat to be “ours” and keep track of specifically their story while editing the scripts. especially when the story grew lowkey out of control when it was planned to be 10 episodes. mine was Balthazar, and after ten years i think it’s safe to say there is one video where i feel i failed him, and it’s silly but also that’s my boy 😔

[toxicanonymity]

hi. idk if u will see this but it would be so amazing if we got a final part for just the tip joel...

i just discovered the miniseries and it's the best writing of desperate! joel ive ever read. ever

so anyway *gets on knees* pretty please?

RE: just the tip / just the tip really

Man, I forgot how desperate he acts in that lmaooooo. I'm glad it suits your tastes that well. normally I only hear stuff like that about stepdad, but yeah lol he needs her so bad he can't stand it. If I go back to it, it might be because you told me how much you love it and asked so nicely. Sometimes it can spark something ✨

Tysm for reading and reaching out! 🩷

[scarlet--wiccan]

I'm still so baffled that people talk about Pietro like he's never in comics any more, and somehow that's the m c u's fault for killing him off in Age of Ultron. Like, I hate the movies and I hate what they did to the Maximoffs, but to claim that this, specifically, is how Pietro was impacted by synergy is just not true. Pietro was consistently booked in the 2010s and didn't start falling off until 2019/2020 when both the Avengers and X-Men lines were going through hard relaunches. Prior to that he was in multiple runs of Uncanny Avengers and had a solo miniseries! The problem is that UA was Pietro's main gig but Krakoa killedit, on top of the fact that the Aaron run of Avengers had a whack premise, whack roster, and went on for way too long. And surprise, surprise, now that both of those things are over and Wanda has a solo series he can guest in, he's started showing up more! I don't understand what's so difficult to grasp here!

Anyway I just got worked up bc i saw someone on twt saying Pietro is "irrelevant now" and their pfp is literally from last month's issue of Scarlet Witch. Y'know the series that relaunched in the middle just to put his name in the title? The series that just wrapped an 8-issue storyline that upgraded his powers and finally promoted him to the same level of cosmological importance as Wanda, which fans have been demanding for years? Or does that not count because there weren't enough "feats" for you?

[imgibbon]

I have gotten to the point with mainstream American comics where I only really care about niche settings/characters that show up for a miniseries like once a decade and then disappear back into the ether until an author remembers they exist for some passion project or something.

Some of these are admittedly less niche than others, but, yeah

From DC:

Amethyst, the Princess of Gemworld

showing up in a random issue of Green Lantern next month, and previously in a random issue of Superman last year and a Christmas story with Harley in 2023. She was part of Young Justice in 2019 and even had her own solo miniseries and graphic novel, but just faded away for whatever reason.

the Tangent Universe

Currently showing up in a the Green Lantern Dark miniseries, which is being advertised as an Elseworlds story for some reason, and is over halfway done.

Most recent appearance prior to that was the Tangent Flash being a major character in the year and change long War World storyline in Superman in 2021/22

the New 52 version of Earth 2

Fuck knows when this lot are showing up again. Last appearance was Earth 2 Superman (Val Zod) and Red Tornado (Lois Lane) getting a side plot that was carried out over the course of two issues of Jon Kent in 2022, a Beast World event side issue in 2023, and then 2024's Black Power special.

Shade, the Changing Man/Girl/Woman

Currently getting backup stories in two issues of DC vs Vampires: World War V issues 10 & 11. Their first appearance since the last issue of Shade the Changing Woman in 2018, unless you count COPRA over at Image featuring a not-Shade-for-legal-reasons version of Rac as part of the title's totally not the Suicide Squad, but that just wrapped up its final issue this month, so...

Batwoman

Most recently a supporting character in Question: All Along the Watchtower, and I expect she'll show up in small roles in Justice League Unlimited and Batman here and there, but her last focus title where she was a main character was 2023's Outsiders where she was badly written and the series got cancelled early for being a bit of a mess. Prior to that it's been one-off pride stories here and there for the last few years or supporting roles in other peoples' books.

From Marvel:

the New Universe

They actually just announced this last week that the original Starbrand will be a major character in September's new Battleworld miniseries, so that's neat.

Prior to that, Hickman had integrated a lot of the New Universe stuff into the main Marvel U in his Avengers run back in 2013 and the characters stuck around through 2016 or so before fading into obscurity again, afaik. I'm admittedly not as up to date on my info with this one, embarrassingly, so if I'm wrong please tell me so I can go hunt down some new books.

Planet Hulk

Currently featuring in the ongoing Imperial event from Hickman. First issue was a blast, very happy with it.

Prior to that was the Worldbreaker miniseries from Pak in 2022 that was only 5 issue but really wanted to be 12 and just ended up abruptly ending in an unsatisfying manner. Prior to that, characters popped up in 2021 and 2018, but the last appearance of the world itself was 2017's Return to Planet Hulk, acting as a soft-tie in to Thor Ragnarok.

2099

Man, where the fuck is Miguel lol. Has been getting semi-regularly miniseries from Steve Orlando at a rate of one or year or so, and 2099 is a major locale in Marvel Rivals, and of course Miguel was in Spider-Verse in a major way. So I'm not actually too worried about this setting and characters getting put back in the box, but with Peter David's recent passing, I wouldn't be surprised if they rest them out of respect for a bit.

Angela

Gods only know what she's up to. Still mad about them randomly writing out her trans wife in 2018/19's Asgardians of the Galaxy title, and since then Angela herself has only popped up as a supporting character in Thor stories, and even then rather infrequently. Afaik, last time she was around was over a year ago in Immortal Thor. I wonder if she's quietly been set aside because of her association with Neil Gaimen and recent events.

Spiral

Mojo's sometimes henchwoman. She basically never gets her own series, and any time she does manage to get extended regular appearances and actual character development, it all gets thrown in the bin the next time she gets used because authors don't give a fuck enough to know she's a real character who's moved beyond being Mojo's enforcer in the past 20 years.

Appears once a year or so, if I'm lucky. Last focus storyline was 2019's Mr & Mrs X where she fixed Rogue's powers for her, and before that was 2013's Uncanny X-Force volume 2.

From Dark Horse:

Ghost

MIA since February 2014. Not got much hope for more of her lol.

[pezz-mp4]

Goodbye Kirby! I'll miss u! Good luck on [my first day of the last year of art school]

This miniseries has been fun, and, since the first redraw had Morpho in it, I thought this one would be appropriate to end, even more cuz the original is called "Kirby's farewell" and... Well, I really wanted to draw kirbo, I love him

Back to the drama [poses] But, oh no, don't you cry for me and the last day of my summer vacations, I'll go to a better place

... Somewhere I'll finally be able to see my partner on a (almost) dialy basis Yipeee