#mine: fic

[cargopantsprentiss]

Letting out a low chuckle, JJ fought the urge to close the gap between them and just kiss her, deciding it was a little too public and a little too expensive an establishment. Knowing their luck, someone from the board of directors was sitting across from them, ready to spring the fraternisation policy on them if they got even a fraction too close to each other. The temptation only lasted a beat before Emily was sitting back in her seat, frowning dramatically as she reached into her purse to grab the cellphone which was absolutely not ringing. JJ laughed as she theatrically flipped it open, holding it to her ear with a mouthed “sorry” as if JJ weren’t in on the joke. As Emily pretended to be deep in conversation with Garcia, JJ pulled out her own cell, shaking her head fondly at Emily’s performance whilst she typed in the name of the pizza place. There would be plenty of time for multi-course dinners in places with three types of cutlery in their future - for now, they may as well stick to something they knew.

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#criminal minds #jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jj x emily #criminal minds fanart #mine: art #mine: fic #tv: criminal minds #I fucked up JJ’s elbow a bit but whatevs #super happy with how this turned out

[oyprongs]

my ct gift exchange fic for the lovely and incomparable @ghostofbambifanfiction ❤️

"Lily doesn’t really have an excuse for why she does it. It’s completely unprofessional - not that that matters much at her workplace - and probably constitutes some form of light stalking. But the jumper’s been in the bin at work for weeks, and she’s tired of tossing it aside whenever she clears out the other clothes, and Mary’s on holiday so she doesn’t have anyone dropping in to say hi, and she has to stress this: Lily’s job is very, very boring."

read on ao3

#ct gift exchange 23 #jily #ghostofbambifanfiction #jily fic #fanfic #mine #mine: hp #mine: fic #mine: hp fic #theres um.....something in here lmao

[tim-lucy]

the truth can set you free (it was always meant to be)

“Do you love her?” she asks, head tilted and expression soft.

“Isabel, we don’t have to—”

“No, it’s okay,” she interrupts. “I want to know.”

Relenting, Tim gives her a sad smile. He gets it. Truly. “I do.”

Isabel nods. She doesn’t seem surprised. In fact, he suspects he’s simply confirmed what she already knew. But she doesn’t stop there. 

“Do you love her like you loved me?”

He sucks in a breath and meets her eyes. Tim knows he owes her the truth. The peace of mind that, had things been different, they still were never meant to last. So, he says the words he needs to say and the words she needs to hear. A sentence that rings truer than anything he’s said in the past forty years.

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love Lucy.”

This does seem to surprise her, and while he feels guilty for saying it, he knows it will offer her closure—offer them both closure. No more nights spent wondering if they should’ve fought harder, if they would never love the same again. 

Because, frankly, Tim didn’t even understand what love was until Lucy Chen entered his life. And though he’s hit with another pang of guilt at the thought, he knows nothing could’ve stopped her from weaseling her way into his heart.

He doesn’t miss the flash of pain in Isabel’s eyes, overtaken by a look of genuine relief. It’s bittersweet. 

The truth can set you free, as they say, and the truth is indisputable.

Lucy. It was always meant to be Lucy.

#the rookie #chenford #lucy x tim #chenford fic #chenford fanfiction #mine: fic #IDK this just happened while i was working at 10pm #*goes back to work sobbing*

[lu-sn]

The Underworld is Vegas’s home, and his prison too; he has never known anything beyond it. The surface sings its siren songs to him — promises him freedoms he can only dream of. And yet his father’s orders are clear. He is not allowed to leave. Vegas no longer cares for his father’s orders.

or: vegas is the prince of the underworld. he’s determined to escape, and he’s going to die trying.

-

follow you to the beyond

vegaspete, hades au, [redacted] to lovers, sibling bonds, temporary death, violence, angst with a happy ending, explicit, ongoing

read chapter 1 on ao3

#i feel insane posting this #i am vibrating at the speed of light #my longfic from hell :') please treat it kindly #kinnporsche #vegaspete #mvp #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #macau theerapanyakul #gun theerapanyakul #mine: fic #mine: fanart

[teaforkenobi]

i've got nothing to lose (except everything you are) by teaforkenobi

Anakin knows it’s unwise to keep quiet, knows that Obi-Wan is the very first one he should tell if he suspects something odd is happening to him. But what is he going to say? “Oh, by the way, Master, I noticed when staring into your eyes and forgetting how to breathe that maybe I might be going blind or something. Weird, right?”

In a universe where unrequited love leads to a disease that drains your Force sensitivity, Anakin develops what he believes to be one-sided feelings for Obi-Wan.

(Or, two idiots suffer in silence, until they don’t.)

→ chapter one

#mine #mine: fic #obikin #obi wan x anakin #obikin fic #chapter 3 is now live #hanahaki with a twist #apologies for the subpar graphic #it is late and i have exactly zero (0) custom fonts installed on this computer #ily pop os but you need to up your font game #wip

[stilettoes]

obsidian

the outsiders, post-canon. part of the descent, but can be read standalone. 1.7 word count, one shot.

For almost three years now, Two-Bit has had to walk past the place where his best friend died. He hasn't liked thinking about it all that often — there usually wasn't time to think about Dallas going down under that streetlight, gun raised. Two-Bit had other things to do, like running out to get groceries or worrying about Katie getting to school or about, well, Ponyboy.

For months after Johnny and Dallas had died, Ponyboy hadn't been right. [@AO3]

#the outsiders #mine: fic #mine: ao3 #verse: the descent

[youare7567]

Satine Week Day 2: Mother

Satine had not planned for Korkie. She would not have planned him had she known. Mandalore needed so much from her, what did she have left for a child? Sometimes, late at night when her eyes could barely stay open and her feet hurt from walking around the camps, when she had given all she had to give but Korkie needed still more, she wondered if she should have chosen differently.

But then he reached out his tiny hands to her and smiled for the first time, and she knew that she needed him as much as he needed her.

#satine week 2024 #satine kryze #korkie kryze #mine: fic #drabble

[apoluvre]

Summary:

Porsche has been working for the Theeranpanyakul estate for the last few months, hired in as an extra hand to help around the kitchen.

Until he was promoted to Khun Kinn’s Personal Chef.

rated E, kinnporsche, 9.3k // AU, chef!porsche, fluff, smut

#:3c #kinnporsche #kinn x porsche #kpts #mine: fic #ezraficz #kinnporsche fic #kinnporsche fanfic #kp fanfic

[teaforkenobi-old]

Anakin knows it’s unwise to keep quiet, knows that Obi-Wan is the very first one he should tell if he suspects something odd is happening to him. But what is he going to say? “Oh, by the way, Master, I noticed when staring into your eyes and forgetting how to breathe that maybe I might be going blind or something. Weird, right?”

In a universe where unrequited love leads to a disease that drains your Force sensitivity, Anakin develops what he believes to be one-sided feelings for Obi-Wan.

(Or, two idiots suffer in silence, until they don’t.)

#obikin #obi wan x anakin #obi wan and anakin #hanahaki disease #mine #mine: fic #cannot believe i'm out here writing fic and making a new tumblr like it's 2015 #amazing #saudade tbh #just wait until i break out my old photoshop cs6 then we'll REALLY be in it #anyway i love my repressed-emotions-tea-drinking son #and my tinker-scowl-smash-fly son #please enjoy reading about them!

[cargopantsprentiss]

Hold on to me

I never want to let you go

(Run away with me, run away with me)

Over the weekend

We could turn the world to gold

#jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jj jareau #jj x emily #criminal minds #criminal minds fanart #tv: criminal minds #mine: art #mine: fic

[augustmourn]

19, Junko/Mikan

For spotify top 100 fic meme! (Still taking these!) A little under 300 words. Warning for physical abuse/Junko in general

Lipstick Covered Magnet by The Front Bottoms

And I'm gonna get on my knees Would you kick me in the face, please? It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry

There is nothing more intimate than someone hurting you; when she sees her blood on Junko's knuckles, she knows she's been truly seen. This is what love feels like. It's the aching in your chest where you know someone has kicked you.

Junko likes to tell her she's worthless, that she's going to die a lonely and pathetic death. Mikan knows it's true. The moment Junko leaves her, with her bloodied mouth and bruised cheek, her heart might simply cease to beat. She'll be crushed by the weight of knowing the person who knows her soul inside and out has left her, exactly the way she deserves.

It will be a wonderful way to die.

Junko balances a cup of tea on her head. She keeps as still as she possibly can, but the human body can only stay stationary for so long. Her hands are sweating where they're resting on her knees. Her knees are aching where they're pressing into the floor, the coldness of the concrete radiating up through her body.

She trembles. The cup moves with the motion, and a drop of hot tea spills out, landing on her head. It's hot, and it makes her tense up in pain. Junko makes a noise of disgust.

"You stupid bitch," she says, laughter in her voice. "That was barely three minutes." The teacup is lifted off the crown of her head. Mikan bows down to the floor. She kisses Junko's boot.

Junko kicks her in the cheek. Agony splits her head in two, and she rolls onto her side, biting back a sob. She looks up at Junko, just in time to see her slowly upending the teacup. It starts to rain down on her, drops of burning pain.

Mikan can't stop smiling.

#thank youuuuuu <3 <3 #junkomikan #danganronpa #junko enoshima #mikan tsumiki #mine: fic #answered #ask games #ladyculebras

[tim-lucy]

wasted heart

“We’re not dying in here.” Tim says the words with so much conviction, Lucy almost believes them. Almost. It’s ironic, really. On any other day, the roles would be reversed. She would be the one telling him to have hope. Of course they’d find a way out. Of course they’d survive. This was them. 

But today, she can’t. 

Today there are only 17 minutes left on their timer and all Lucy can think about is how much time they wasted. How many times she wondered if there was a reason why Tim’s gaze lingered on hers longer than anyone else’s. How many times she imagined Tim with his arms wrapped around her on the couch, head nestled into his shoulder and Kojo sprawled over their laps. All the times she wished Tim was criticizing whichever movie she chose that night but was met with Chris’s consenting silence. 

In reality, Lucy never feels more at peace than when she and Tim are having snarky disagreements. Because that’s all they are. They’re light and fun and they both enjoyed toying with the other. They bicker constantly over the small things because they’re perfectly aligned on everything that matters. That’s what Lucy loves about them—about him. So why hadn’t she fought harder?

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs. She refuses to meet his eyes, not that she can make out much through the darkness. What a shame. Lucy would’ve loved to see him in their last moments. 

“You’re sorry?” Tim asks, stepping towards her. “What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I wasted so much time with Chris.” Her voice hitches. “I thought…”

“Lucy, listen to me. We are not dying in here.”

“Tim—”

He cuts her off. “No.”

“No one knows where we are,” she whispers. “That door isn’t opening and that timer isn’t stopping.” Lucy steps closer to him, finally able to make out the features of his face. His muscles are taught and his hands are clenched at his side.

She smiles at him softly. “Why am I the negative one here? It’s unnatural.” 

Tim doesn’t laugh. “It isn’t funny.”

Lucy reaches for him, breeching the invisible barrier that had formed merely seconds after he walked over the threshold all those months ago. There was no use keeping it up now. Where had keeping it up ever gotten them?

She rests her hand on his cheek and Tim leans into her touch. 

“We can’t die in here, Lucy.” He closes his eyes and Lucy feels his fingers slide around the back of her neck as their foreheads press together. His voice is pained. “You can’t die in here.”

#the rookie #chenford #otp: doing my job #mine: fic #chenford fic #did not even proofread this just word vomited and hit post #lucy x tim #tim bradford #lucy chen

[lu-sn]

vegaspete, hades au, [redacted] to lovers, sibling bonds, temporary death, violence, angst with a happy ending, explicit, ongoing

in which vegas tries very, very hard to kill the one god standing between him and the surface.

#not your average denny's parking lot #patricide can be such a wonderful thing #there's a leetle treat waiting for yall at the end #kinnporsche #vegaspete #mvp #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #macau theerapanyakul #mine: fic

[jadorehale]

Would You Let Me Finish My Sentence?!

Ex-childhood Best Friends AU:

Would You Let Me Finish My Sentence?! by jadore_hale (WIP| 4/4 | 17,883 | Mature)

Freshman year, he’d gone Goth. Sophomore year, he was Emo. Junior year, he hung with the stoners. And now that he’d turned 18, he was littered in tattoos and piercings. But no matter how much he transformed himself, he was still the same Stiles Stilinski that Derek had loved since the third grade. He was still the same Stiles Stilinski that had broken his heart.

Long time no see! Pleased to say I've been writing again and will be finishing up this long-standing WIP!

Sidenote: I hate how tumblr works now. Can't get use to it!

#sterek #teen wolf #sterek fanfic #sterek fic recs #eternalsterek #mine: fic #derek hale #stiles stilinski #ao3fic #update #jadorehale #tw

[stilettoes]

[fic] the place where we weren't stitched up

the outsiders (movie & book) • various ships, but will probably end up as dallas winston/ponyboy curtis • chapter 1 of ?, 2.3k • rating is mature 

The trouble doesn't start until the night Dallas and Johnny show up to his apartment.

Before that, Ponyboy is happy in New York City. He's got a boyfriend, he's got an apartment he can afford, a steady job, and the ability to do art whenever he wanted

He had no clue, though, that Dallas and his boyfriend are brothers — or that Dallas' arrival will churn up old feelings he's been trying to ignore. (read on AO3)

#the outsiders #mine: fic #mine: ao3 #dallyboy #yeah it has jally but it's not endgame lmao

[youare7567]

Satine Week Day 1: Jewel

A short list of Duchess Kryze's favourite jewels:

Silver earrings, passed down from mother to daughter for centuries. Satine inherited them when she was six.

An emerald necklace representing the duty of a leader. Given to her by her father on her twelfth birthday, Satine did not truly understand it until six years later.

A faux-amethyst bracelet with purple glass beads. Though cheap and childish, it was the last gift she ever received from her sister and she never takes it off.

An even shorter list of jewels the Duchess never wears:

Sapphires. They look too much like Obi-Wan's eyes.

#it might be relevant to this one that wookiepedia lists some Mandalorian assigned meanings to colours like: #gray/silver for grief #green for duty #blue for reliability #i have invented purple for peace because it's what amethysts (apparently) symbolise and satine wears it a lot #satine week 2024 #satine kryze #mine: fic #obitine #kryze sisters #drabble