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[sunshinetoshi]

a solid pair

kuroo x reader (<1k words)

content (warnings): fluff

a/n: i was going to wait until kuroo’s bday to post this but i simply -cannot wait- it’s been a fat minute since i’ve written anything more than thoughts into my notes app so if this is bad i will pretend it’s not. self-confidence. also bless romcoms for making me rot for love once more.

“I have a question.”

“I have an answer.”

“What do you want for your birthday?”

His chest rumbles in soft laughter beneath you. He hums in thought before responding, “I’m going to give a kind-of answer because I already know you’re not going to settle with me saying I don’t need anything.”

You nod your head, “You’d be correct. Like give me ideas or a price range that makes you comfy. I have a couple different ideas but I wanted to ask you.” You sat up to give him a proper look in his eyes, “Just amuse me, it’s the first birthday we’re spending together and I want us to both be comfortable with how we celebrate. It’s unknown territory,” you hold a hand out to him like you’re making a deal, “help me out here.”

He grins before pushing your hand out of the way and engulfing you into a hug. “All right give me second.” He rubs small circles into your back. “Hm.. Don’t get me anything fancy, so definitely nothing expensive. But I don’t want to say anything specific. I want to be surprised. Helpful?”

“Just barely,” you huff in a faux dramatic tone, “But yes, helpful.”

“Hey, if you really want an honest answer you could get me a rock and I’d love it.”

“A rock.”

“Yes, a rock.”

“You joke a lot, you know.”

He shook his head, “I’m not joking around, I’d love it and I’d love it because it’s from you.”

———

“Socks?” Your friend stops in their tracks.

You nod without taking your eyes off of the displays you’re scanning, “Mhm, socks.”

“Please explain before I cast judgement.”

“We’re at the mall getting socks because he has said so many times he - quote unquote - loves funky socks. And he’s always wearing a different pair when I see him so why not add to the collection?”

“Funky how?”

“Funky like his favorite pair have cats on it. As in he prefers striped or polka dot socks over plain ones. As in he complains when he has to wear plain ones for fancy events.” You smile remembering the last big meeting he had and the little grumble Tetsurou made as he put his socks on.

“Aw, I guess that’s nice then. Okay you said there was a another part to your gift?”

“Yeah, and if you’re loving this side quest you’re gonna love the next - oh! These! He loves space and these lil guys are way cuter aliens than the other socks.” You hold up the pair for your friend and they laugh in disbelief.

———

You can’t help but join your friend in laughing at yourself.

“You look ridiculous!”

“I feel it too but I need to find a good one. Just stand watch and tell me if anyone’s coming.”

You continue your search, picking out select candidates when you realize after quite a while your friend is no longer giggling at you.

You turn you turn your head and look up at them. Their grin is wide. “What?” you ask, cracking a smile of your own.

“This is too cute.”

“What is?”

“You’re squatting like a kid looking for the perfect rock to give your boyfriend because he said he’d be happy even if you have him a rock for his birthday. You’re like a little penguin and it’s really really cute.”

You give a bashful smile and go back to searching for the perfect one.

———

“Did you get full?” Tetsurou gives your leg a gentle shake from the driver’s seat.

“I did.” You take in the smile on his face. “How’s your birthday so far?”

He shakes his head. “Oh man, a great day at work and a great evening with you with great food? Pretty great.” He gives a cheeky grin.

“Good,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “But actually I have one more surprise,” you reach down to your jacket on the floor of the passenger seat - where you had been hiding his present.

You hold it out to him and expect him to giddily open it up. But he grabs it with care and takes it in. This was a softer smile than you usually see on him and when he turned to look at you you swear his eyes had a brighter twinkle.

“Thank you, really. I was serious, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m gonna treasure whatever is in this box.”

“See what’s inside first,” you give his hand a squeeze of your own before dropping it so he has both hands free.

He chuckles and begins to untie the ribbon of the box. “Dang,” he lifts the box up closer to the car light above him, “This is a nice box. This is present enough.” Back to his teasing self.

“Open it,” you laugh.

“Okay, okay, but I’m serious. I’m keeping this box. it’s fantastic.” He lifts the lid and after of beat of silence of him processing what he sees he lets out a deep laugh at the rock sitting in the box. “A rock?” He laughs again before looking at you, “I love it.” He lifts it to get a closer look, reading aloud the tiny letters you carefully (stressfully) wrote on one side of the rock.

Happy Birthday Tetsu ♡

He traces over the date and your name you also wrote. He rolls the rock in his hand, tossing it a couple times. “This is like the perfect shape too. You know what, I’m putting this on my desk, that way I can look at it everyday.” He smiles at it once more before reaches over and gives you a big warm hug, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggle before bringing his attention back to the box, “there’s more - just a little something.”

He lifts the piece of paper you used to separate the two parts of your gift.

“Socks!” He takes them out and looks at the design on both pairs. “Aw I love them! Hey these are great quality, they’re thick. Look at this one with the little aliens. And this one,” he lifts the other pair, “Is your aesthetic to a T.”

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed in excitement.

He laughed at the outburst. “Then clearly,” he put each pair on either side of his face, “We’re the perfect pair.”

And maybe it was how he appreciated the small things. Maybe it was how his jokes, though corny, always made you smile. For reasons, emotions, beyond you, you decide then that yes - he’s the one.

hi!! given it’s been almost 2 years since i’ve written anything here i will no longer being doing taglists. ty for reading thooo <3

[imagining-in-the-margins]

☀️ CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge 🏖

The following are prompts including the theme of Summer! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

☀️ Generic Prompts ☀️

Everyone looks better in a sundress.

Character doesn't know how to swim.

Characters A and B cuddle in a hammock.

The team has a (MASSIVE) family barbecue.

The BAU has a pool party at Rossi's vacation home.

The sun makes Characters sleepy, so they take a nap.

Characters A and B have a picnic (it goes well/wrong).

Character shows up in swimwear that no one expected.

Character A suffers heatstroke and B takes care of them.

Character A teases B about needing to practice CPR at the pool party.

Character A never loved B more than when they ran through the sprinklers.

The air conditioning broke and Characters try to find creative ways to cool off.

Characters A and B go berry picking together (and enjoy the fruits of their labor).

It's Character's first time camping and they weren't prepared for how cold it gets on summer nights.

Character A lectures B on the importance of sunscreen, yet freezes when they are asked to help apply it.

The BAU is a group of very serious FBI agents. They take their water gun/balloon fights very seriously.

The couple thought their vacation would be a chance to get away from the BAU, but the resort town they're staying in turns out to have an unsub in it.

Character helps their child with their first entrepreneurial venture... a lemonade stand. They weren't expecting half the damn FBI to show up.

Character A’s wide-brimmed hat flew right off their head and into a tree. B helps them get it down.

Anything else you can think of!

☀️ Dialogue Prompts ☀️

"It's like Hotch at the beach."

"Come on in, the water's fine."

"It's so hot but I am so touch starved."

"... How did you even get that tan line?"

“Yes, the sunburn is as bad as it looks.”

"Oh my god, do I hear the ice cream truck?"

"Next Summer, we're doing the Alaskan cruise."

"It's a million degrees outside, why are you in the hot tub?"

(sarcastic) “Feels just like the summer camps of my youth.”

"I am staying hydrated. All of my drinks are iced." "That does not count."

"There is no shame in using a pool floatie." "Yes, there is. I'm shaming you."

“You look hot.” “Thank you!” “No, I mean literally… I think you’re overheating.”

(lying) "My phone doesn't work on the beach. Must be the signal or something..."

☀️ Character Specific Prompts ☀️

Spencer: He learned from the last time a beautiful person pulled him into a pool.

Spencer: He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle?

Spencer: "I don't really like the beach... Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces.”

Luke: Reader loves to go to the dog beach to look at cute puppies. A dog named Roxy takes special interest in them.

Tara/Emily: “And what did you do with your summer vacation, Emily Prentiss?”

☀️ NSFW Prompts ☀️ 18+ ONLY ☀️

Character gets caught skinny dipping.

Character A can't get out of the water after seeing B.

Sex on the beach is so much worse than everyone said.

Character A can't deal with how much B loves popsicles/ice cream cones.

It's too hot to wear clothes at home, so Character walks around in their underwear.

Character A finally convinces B to go to the beach with them. Turns out it's a nude beach.

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Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

🏖 Happy Writing! 🏖

[the0verboss]

I can't believe the first piece of ficlet I'm gonna write for this is fricken Sad Gale Hours. I keep debating continuing this narrative from other companions view points

Gale POV angst/abandonment, Major character death(not Gale)

Gale/ Cleric Male!Gith Tav (it's Iss'tav'in let's be real but he's not named or described for the most part)

✨☀️💀🌙✨

His beloved leaves their home in Waterdeep so soon after they return from Wither’s party Gale can hardly mount a defense against it. He wonders if he should have expected this, if he’d missed signs of this on coming meteor amidst the revelry. When his mind cycles through the memory, it seems obvious. He and the others had sat around the table eating and feasting, Wyll and Astarion taking turns telling grand adventure stories while Shadowheart and Karlach heckled them. Gale’s darling husband had spent the night tucked away in a corner with Lae’zel after making the rounds. Gale hadn’t wanted to begrudge his githyanki love a chance to catch up with his kin, to hear how the war against Vlaakith was faring, to speak in his mother tongue with what might amount to his sister.

He is certainly begrudging him now.

They fight. Gale tries to argue from a logical stance at first. They have a life that requires they be present, responsibilities to the Academy and to the the Spires. His mother expects them both to be in attendance at her next soiree, newlyweds that they are. Gale’s continued research on the orb, dormant as it is, requires his attention. Surely they can take some time to prepare for a voyage of this magnitude.

He runs out of gentle patience quickly in light of his husband’s pre-arranged plans. The man has taken leave from the temple for now, and of course he doesn’t expect Gale to join him. Someone must stay and care for Xan.

It feels utterly patronizing and for the first time, since they shared a night in a conjured bed under false stars, Gale thinks back on his time with Mystra. The feeling is sickenly familiar. He thinks of his mother, her place in the Dekarios clan, noble as it is, but alone. He thinks how everyone always says he favors her, in looks and demeanor.

They do have a child he reminds his love, righteous and growing furious. Xan needs a good githyanki role model. He's still so young, and Gale has only a passable knowledge of tir’su.

And when even this pleading falls of deaf ears, then, there is anger.

He rages, throws things, yells, says things that he knows he'll regret later. While his husband continues to pack the last of his travel bag Gale can feel his composure unravel. It feels ugly. Worse than that even, he feels volatile,a yawning chasm where his breaking heart resides. Dark, desolate and afraid.

“Gale, I love you, but I'm going, my people need me. Lae'zel would not ask lightly.”

“You can't just abandon your family on a lark!”

But he does. The last Gale sees of him is a cape draped back, glowing Blood of Lathander in one hand, shimmering gold helmet tucked under the other. Then he's gone.

They don’t kiss good bye, though Gale imagines that would be difficult with the way he was snarling.

Gale stands in the open door of their, no, not theirs, not anymore. He stands in the door of his tower long after the love of his life has gone. Fists clenched, eyes wet, but silent save for the occasional sniffle. The sea is quiet, he can hear no gulls as the sun begins to dip beneath the waves.

He doesn’t hear the baby crying til Tara comes through her cat flap of displacement and bites him on the hand.

“Mister Dekarios, Gale, what's happened?”

“He left. He just….left us.”

“Well, I never…is he coming back?”

As Gale cradles the small githyanki baby in his arms, rocking and trying to soothe him, he chokes on the answer.

Yes. No. I don't know. He says he is.

The orb feels hungry again for the first time since they defeated the brain. But if his heart feels broken and consumed as he stands in his tower clutching the small body of his son then, it's nothing to what he feels months later.

It's nothing compared to the unexpected agony of seeing Lae’zel standing, blood drenched and solemn, on his balcony. She’s alone, a shroud wrapped bundle under one arm, glowing with divine light. Under the other a familiar shimmering gold helmet.

[rollingsins]

I smiled like an idiot when I saw you posted some Vada content! I just love how you write her! The lil bumbling ray of sunshine🤗☀️

She’s so 🥹

Side note, I actually started this one with Tara in mind but then quickly realized her reaction would be screaming, crying and railing so veered straight to Vada 💀

[prpfs]

21+. She/Her.

I'm looking for some various fandom roleplays.

Please be 21+, if interested in doing any NSFW content. I'm fine with 18+, if you want to keep things clean.

I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings but have some characters I don't mind pairing with OCs. I'm fine with MxM, MxF, and FxF ships. I prefer canon and canon divergent plots. I like to write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I have a limited amount of free time so I'm not looking to double. I write in third person, past tense and around 2-4 paragraphs. Replies happen every 2-3 days during the week and usually daily on the weekend (unless I have a lot of stuff going on). I lean towards romantic pairings and writing NSFW plots/smut, but, as stated above, I'm fine with keeping things clean and/or platonic.

I'll be listing the ships I'm most interested in right now (with my preferred muse in bold and color, if I have a preference). I'm open to discussing other ships, however.

(I apologize in advance for the length of this post.) ☀️

Doctor Who/Torchwood:

Eleven x Clara

Eleven x River

Eleven x Amy

Eleven x Rory

Eleven x Jack

Eleven x Male or Female OC

Five x Turlough

Five x Male OC

Fourteen x Rose

Fourteen x Jack

Harry x Four

Jack x Nine

Jack x Ten

Jack x Ianto

Jack x John

Two x Jamie

Six x Male OC

Ten x Simm!Master

Yaz x Thirteen

The Exorcist (FOX TV Show):

Marcus x Tomas

Marcus x Peter

Marcus x Male OC

Ghost/Clergy Universe:

Copia x Aether

Copia x Dew

Copia x Papa III

Copia x Male OC

Dew x Aether

Dew x Rain

Dew x Papa IV

Papa IV x Aether

Papa IV x Male OC

Grand Theft Auto IV:

Dimitri x Niko

Dimitri x Faustin

Francis x Niko

Gerry x Niko

Gerry x Male OC

Faustin x Niko

Niko x Packie

Niko x Ray

Ray x Phil

Ray x Male OC

NBC Hannibal:

Zeller x Price

Zeller x Will

Zeller x Male OC

Chilton x Will

Chilton x Hannibal

Chilton x Male OC

Will x Hannibal

Will x Alana

House MD:

Taub x Kutner

Wilson x House

Wilson x Chase

Wilson x Cuddy

Wilson x Amber

Thirteen x Chase

Thirteen x Female OC

Chase x House

Chase x Foreman

Chase x Cameron

Saw Franchise:

Hoffman x Strahm

Hoffman x Male OC

Schenk x Zeke

Schenk x Male OC

Scream Franchise:

Amber x Tara

Amber x Female OC

Billy x Stu

Dewey x Randy

Dewey x Gale

Dewey x Male OC

Jill x Kirby

Jill x Charlie

Jill x Female OC

Mickey x Randy

Mickey x Male OC

Richie x Sam

Richie x Male OC

BBC Sherlock:

Lestrade x Mycroft

Lestrade x Sherlock

Moriarty x Sherlock

Moriarty x Mycroft

Supernatural:

Ketch x Dean

Ketch x Mick

Azazel x Sam

Benny x Dean

Chuck x Sam

Chuck x Male OC

Dean x Crowley

Dean x Gadreel

Lucifer x Sam

Lucifer x Male or Female OC

Mick x Sam

Tolkien Legendarium:

Bard x Thranduil

Bofur x Bilbo

Celeborn x Haldir

Curufin x Male OC

Elrond x Glorfindel

Elrond x Lindir

Haldir x Legolas

Haldir x Aragorn

The Walking Dead:

Beth x Daryl

Beth x Rick

Beth x Rosita

Beth x Male or Female OC

Gareth x Rick

Gareth x Male OC

Merle x Daryl

Merle x Glenn

Merle x Rick

Merle x Andrea

Merle x Male or Female OC

Jesus x Daryl

Jesus x Aaron

Jesus x Male OC

Shane x Rick

Shane x Lori

Shane x Andrea

Shane x Male or Female OC

If interested in doing something, please like this post and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[senualothbrok]

drop this sunflower🌻into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

———

Thank you so much for the sunflower message!! I absolutely had to return it because I have been meaning to tell you how much I loved ‘Progress’. LOVED.

Full disclosure, I have not shared all of Aurora’s struggles, but I did have a mother very, very similar to hers in a lot of respects, and you absolutely nailed the emotional scars that leaves on a person.

AND, as if that wasn’t impressive enough, you captured Gale’s personality perfectly. 10/10.

Incredibly, stunningly well-written. 💕

Thank you so, so much. That means so much to me, and I don't have words to express how that fills my heart. Thank you for sharing your comments and feedback too. It is so special and I cherish it.

I'm sorry for what you've had to go through. I hope you enjoyed the scene where Gale and Tara obliterate her mum. I felt a great deal of satisfaction writing it.

🌻

[crossbowking]

Hello. I was just wondering if you would ever write the more than anything part from Daryl’s pov.

I would love to see his reaction to Tara’s scream of the readers name and realising she is in the water and diving in after her. To the horrible realization of that fact that she isn’t moving and blue and such.

I just love that story so much and would just love to know what’s going through Daryl’s head. Like when she says I love you.

Would you ever think of writing it?

I hope you have a lovely day ☀️

Hi, angel!

Aww, well first of all, thanks for reading my work! I’m so glad you enjoyed that story - it’s probably one of my favorites that I’ve ever written! Daryl in a pre-established relationship is always ALSKSKJSKS😭

Anywho, when I posted that story a few months ago, I had every intention of writing a little bonus scene from Daryl’s POV. I actually have about a page and a half written that’s sitting in my drafts lol but then life got so busy and I haven’t been able to write much of anything lately.

I’d love to keep my word and have that out for y’all, but I guess it’s kinda up to you, my lovely readers! If enough people are still interested in that, I’ll definitely prioritize it over the other story’s I’m mapping out!

So, I guess vote down below or something??? Lmao

Is anyone still interested in a More Than Anything bonus scene from Daryl’s POV?

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[sunshinetoshi]

reunion at the station

kuroo x reader (~1k words)

content (warnings): implied angst from the past but the actual fic is very romcom esque; reader cries a lot lol don’t read if that annoys you

a/n: remember that long fic i mentioned?? she’s only getting 2 parts revealed on this blog. enjoy the first part <3

The crowd was beginning to disperse as commuters either boarded their next train or headed toward the streets. You pushed your bag higher onto your shoulder and glanced around to take in the sights of the once familiar station. A little girl grabbing onto her younger brother’s hand to lead the way home. An elderly man reading today’s newspaper on a nearby bench.

Then you saw it. A head of hair in the distance, towering over passerbyers. Your knees almost buckled but you found yourself step forward, not once taking your eyes off the black hair.

The one you were watching brought his head up slightly, his eyes sporadically glanced around, careful not to bump into anyone while he tried to keep reading off of his phone. You were certain it was him.

Suddenly your feet were glued to the floor, just watching as he got closer and closer. His eyes finally ran over your direction and your grip on your luggage tightens. Maybe he didn’t see you. But right as the thought passes, his eyes quickly flew back to you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

He froze in place, mirroring you. Then he was running toward you, darting through the crowd. Never taking his eyes off of you. When he got to you, his embrace was almost a crash. In his arms, you could feel his laughter. Your ears tingled from the sound.

Finally he released his hold and looked over you.

But you couldn’t look at him. Your hands were on his sweater and you could only stare at the collar of the button-up he wore. He smirked and gently lifted your head so you meet his gaze. And just as he had done a hundred times, like a lifetime had not passed, he lightly pinched your nose.

Instinctively you smiled and swatted his hand away.

He chuckled and once again wrapped his arms around you. He took a few breaths before you heard him whisper. He said it softly, but you heard him. “I forgave you a long time ago.”

You tightened your hold around him.

He waited for you to say something in reply. But he looked down, troubled when he felt your body hiccup. You were crying. He gently pulled away from you to get a better look. He called your name.

You brought your hands to your face and began sobbing.

“Hey,” he whispered. Deciding to give you a minute, he rubbed your back and let you cry. After a while though, he noticed the stares people were giving them.

He cooed your name, then repeated it a few more times. “Okay. People are starting to look at us concerned, what’s wrong?” He saw a passing mother and son look at him alertly. He tried to give them an innocent smile. It must’ve been unconvincing as they shuffled away. He turned back to you trying to wipe your tears away - but more kept escaping. At this point he was incessant and tried desperately to get you to at least talk to him. “Y/N, just tell me why you’re crying,” he whisper-shouted at this point.

And just as you had done a hundred times before, you lightly smacked his chest. You whisper-shouted back, “I don’t know why I’m crying you jerk.” You finally looked him in the eye.

While he stood there shocked to hear your voice after so long, you took the opportunity to take in his face. The angles of his features were sharper now. The smile lines a little deeper. The glint in his eyes telling of strength. That one hurt and you almost grimaced in guilt. It may not have just been you, but you sure had to be a part of it.

But he started chuckling. It sounded a little deeper, but it was more than recognizable to you. It was Tetsurou.

You reached up slowly and wrapped your arms around his neck. The motion was familiar, but heavily out of practice. You let out a shaky laugh. It was your third hug in such a short amount of time. But when Tetsurou wrapped his arms around you tightly, it no longer seemed like a silly thought.

When the two of you let go he grinned down at you again. He looked a little breathless, dazed. “Can… can we grab a bite?”

You smiled back and nodded, “Of course.”

He grabbed the duffle bag you had abandoned by your feet and led you away from the station. As you walked, your mind was racing. It all felt so turbulent. Kuroo was the last person you were expecting to see on your arrival. When you looked up at him, you felt all-too familiar feelings rushing back. Yet it felt different. He wasn’t the same boy you left all those years ago. You thought about how much time had passed. How much they have experienced separately. Memories of the last times you were this close kept flashing through your mind.

You lifted your hands up gingerly. You were so hesitant. What if I can’t do this anymore? We’re not the same teenagers we once were. We haven’t spoken in so long. But when you wrapped your hands around Tetsurou’s upper-arm, he gave you a gentle smile. You looked into his eyes and you felt your whole body relax. Your nerves subsided.

Maybe you both needed this reunion. Who knows where it could lead?

[sunshinetoshi]

have i ever told you?

bokuto x reader (<400 words)

content (warnings): fluff

a/n: wholesome himbo energy. had to pick bo. which is scary bc for the past how many years i could never figure out how i want to write him!! he’s himbo but he’s got depth. and emotional intelligence. and a whole lot of love.

You almost drop your make-shift microphone when you hear a pop from the sizzling pan in front of you. The tune of the song continues as you hum and flip your breakfast.

“Sounds and smells good baby.”

You turn at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, grinning at the sight of his bed head. “Good morning handsome. Breakfast is almost ready.”

“You didn’t have to cook, you should’ve slept in more.” Koutaro grabs plates from the cabinets and hands them to you.

You thank him for the plates but shake your head at his comment, “No, this is part one of your gift.”

His ears perk up. “Part one?”

“Mhm. Can you grab utensils?” You bring your focus back on plating the food.

Bokuto takes a seat and watches you as you work - the look of concentration as you adjust each piece until it’s to your liking. The smile when the presentation is perfect. The excitement as you bring the plates over.

“Tada!”

The thoughtfulness of making breakfast when you know he normally eats something small and quick. The chorus and bridge of songs you sing on repeat because you don’t know lyrics to the verses. The way you arranged everything on the plates into hearts.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” He wraps an arm around your waist to bring you in closer.

“No.”

He snorts and gently grabs hold of your hips so that you face him fully. “Ha ha, very funny.”

“No, Kou. I’m serious,” you say slowly, the shock still very evident on your face. “That’s the first time you’ve said that to me.”

The two of you blink at one another.

Then he processes it. And he ends up yelling. “What?”

“What?”

“There’s no way - you’re telling me I’ve been saying it to you in my head for the past 3 months?”

Again, you two stare at one another, this time with jaws dropped. Then laughter, deep laughter that takes a while for you two to recover.

“But you love me?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you. I love you so so so much.”

“I love you.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Your first Valentine’s together was one for the books.

happy love day everyone <3

[sunshinetoshi]

i’ve given up on my tag system. it’s mostly bc i can’t remember all of them. let me be silly and share without inhibitions.

[sunshinetoshi]

dang i just changed my blog stuff and i ?? used to be so motivated w writing ??

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Comfort Fic Challenge

The following are prompts including the genre of Comfort!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

Open Prompts

☁️Character who had to cut off their family is sad about holidays without them

☁️Character receives less than stellar grades in their school/training program

☁️Character misses a team member who isn’t around anymore

☁️Character needs to be comforted but is too proud to say it

☁️Everyone seemingly forgot about Character’s birthday

☁️Character uses mobility aids in public for the first time

☁️Character recovers after surviving a violent crime

☁️Character is insecure about a physical attribute

☁️Character worries after they relate to an unsub

☁️Character has to confront a phobia

☁️Character loses a caregiver/parent

☁️Character can’t afford a lot of gifts

☁️Character is having a flashback

☁️Character loses a pet

☁️Character comes out

☁️Character is sick

Anything else you can think of (keep reading for even more!)

Dialogue Prompts

☀️"Do you want to talk about it?"

☀️"I don't want you to be alone."

☀️"It's alright if you're not okay."

☀️"You deserved better than that."

☀️"I know it hurt. Of course it hurt."

☀️"Thank you. For being my friend."

☀️"That isn't love. Love doesn't hurt."

☀️"It isn't over until you want it to be."

☀️"There is more to your existence than that."

☀️"There will be a day it doesn't hurt anymore."

☀️"I'm sorry anyone ever let you feel anything less than love."

Character Specific Prompts

⛅️Tara wonders if she misses her husband or if she just misses vulnerability

⛅️Hotch is trying to hold it together on the anniversary of Haley’s death

⛅️Emily struggles with her self-identity after having to fake for so long

⛅️Luke struggles with feeling like the odd one out with the team

⛅️Spencer comes home after a bad meeting with his mother

⛅️JJ is worried about her abilities as a mother

⛅️Derek misses home for the holidays

⛅️Penelope has a bad sensory day

Rules

The fic can be a Reader insert, or a character/character ship. It can feature any Criminal Minds character.

Tag me in the fic, or send it to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it just for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

[sunshinetoshi]

cups your face in his hands and melts your heart with his loving gaze. only for him to stick one of his fingers in your nose and laugh like it's the funniest thing to have ever happened. literally can't breath from how hard he's laughing. unbelievable.

kuroo, hanamaki, mattsun, futakuchi, konoha, tendou, sugawara, fukunaga

[sunshinetoshi]

Congrats on your milestone lovely! It’s well deserved ☆彡 Could I join your event with an eight is a soulmate?

red string of fate AU & Sakusa & fluff please (//∇//)

all thanks to this string

sakusa x reader (<600 words)

content (warnings): soulmate au (red string of fate), very slight angst (critical/questioning thoughts on the red string and destiny omi used to have) but it’s overall very fluffy imo

a/n: kiyoomi being an absolute dream boat what’s new askjdf this is my take on this au and i think it’s telling i yearn for domesticity HAHA but tysm for this monty ilysm bb <33

“i used to think it was lame.”

you turn your head to face him. “hm?”

“the strings,” he responds, eyes not leaving the ceiling.

you smile and lift your hand up to observe your hand. tied on your pinky finger was the string kiyoomi was referring to, red and whose tail hung relaxed since its matching end was so near.

“and why’s that?” you ask softly, reminiscing on your own memories with the string.

“i guess i thought it’d be a nuisance.”

and despite not seeing his face you can practically hear the pout gracing his lips but you hold back a smile to allow him to continue. it was nice listening to him when he shares these kinds of thoughts, the vulnerability between the two of you filling your heart.

“i used to think ‘why does one single string determine so much? can it really top the plans i have for myself and for my future because of something so unclear like destiny?’”

“used to?”

you hear a small shuffling of the pillow next to yours and smile at the sense of his eyes on you.

he breathes out a chuckle and moves back to his original position facing the ceiling.

“yeah, used to.” he then holds his hand up just as you did earlier to look at his own string. motioning for your hand, that had been laying on your stomach as he spoke, he asks for it now. he gives your hand a squeeze before holding it up, his fingers trace the small knot that sits atop your finger.

“used to,” he repeats, “but then i met you - and it was all thanks to this string.” he uses his other hand to lift the red string that connects you two and you both marvel at it.

in the few years since you met kiyoomi this string has gone through many different stages. stretching, knots, tension. even in your daily life there are loops or twists as you two go about your day. but there is an overwhelming feeling of content, of happiness, of love when the string settles like this - the ends close, the body relaxed, and the string itself as strong as ever. being together.

kiyoomi intertwines your hand with his and he leads you so that you both are facing each other, holding your connected hands close to his heart. “now i think the world of this string,” he says softly, taking in your features in this proximity. “now, i think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world because it led me to you.”

you lean forward to kiss him. “omi, that is the sweetest thing i have ever been told in my life,” you place another peck on his lips and grin, “borderline cheesy.”

“borderline cheesy?” he asks articulately. “i confide in you about our love and you call me cheesy?” but that handsome, infectious smile of his lights up the room for you.

you laugh, “aw, hey i called you sweet,” you laugh harder as he pretends to pout. “okay, okay, it wasn’t cheesy. it was very very very romantic and i love you sakusa kiyoomi. so so so much.” you give him another big kiss for good measure.

“that’s better,” he huffs as he pulls you in closer, “and i love you. so so so so much.”

“competitive,” you shake your head and grin.

you’re beyond grateful for the string too.

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[sunshinetoshi]

event request from @smolmo : Congrats on your milestone!! Soulmate Au with a soumate mark on your body +enemies to lovers +sakusa (or Kuroo or Suna) (pls choose i am like a kid in a sweetshop and can't desise💃)

a sour mood sweetens

kuroo x reader (~1k words)

content (warnings): soulmate au (tattoo/mark), enemies to lovers (some profanity), a sprinkle of angst but not sad angst just ‘i had a bad day’ irritated angst aksjdf

a/n: ty for this mo!! ilysm <33 pls it was hard for me to pick too HAHA the choices were all top tier. this is a little all over the place but it captures the vibes of when i point to kuroo and say ‘i love this idiot’ (affectionate). lol pretty much a not so cute meet cute that ends up being a little cute

you know the not-so-subtle glares you give each passerby are uncalled for, but social etiquette was the last thing on your mind today.

the only remedy you could think of for this sour mood of yours was to just get home. this whole day was just.. irritable. your sweet elderly neighbor who sadly did not get the hint you were already running quite late. your boss berating you about deadlines. those two coworkers who are always unnecessarily nasty. heck, even your favorite pen running out of ink. and those are only a few examples. suffice to say you’ve had a long day.

what made it worse? the persistent pain that had flared on the lines and curves on your wrist. the red ink that predetermined your fate.

well, can fate calm down a little bit? can’t you see i’ve already had a shit day?

it was very rare that the mark tingled, it felt like little pricks along the outline. you recall only having felt this feeling a handful of days over the course of your life so far.

you grumble about the pain, running your fingers over the mark as you weave your way around the other figures bustling in the streets.

again, you’ve had a long day. so when the weight of a complete stranger crashes into you, it’s hard to filter your first thoughts.

“are you kidding me?” you huff and look at the person.

he is equally fuming. “i could say the same for you.”

you’re quick to take him in. another corporate ass, you judge from his attire. and you don’t miss how furrowed his brows are at you, eyes striking as they peer at you unpleasantly.

you scoff at the unnecessary rudeness. perhaps you didn’t hold in your reaction when he ran into you, but his comment was uncalled for. “excuse me?”

“just,” he gives an exasperated sigh, “watch where you’re going.”

“even when you’re the one who crashed into me? fine,” you wave him off and turn to go your way. but you’re stopped when he lets out another sigh.

“hey, i shouldn’t have been so rude. my bad, okay?”

you’re a bit shocked by his accountability, it almost feels refreshing. your eyes scan him once again. with this second look you see his hair is disheveled, a bit unruly but it has a charm to it. the coffee stain on his dress shirt hints that he probably had a similarly long day like you. 

you, nor him, don’t need any more gunk to add to this day. “i was a bit impolite too. we’re good, uh, you have a good one.” you lift your hand in acknowledgement and again try to go your own way.

and again you’re stopped. this time it’s a gasp.

“hold on.” when you turn he takes a cautious step toward you. “your wrist.”

looking down at your wrist you notice for the first time since this guy crashed into you that the pain of your mark, a pain that had been bothering you the whole day, had disappeared.

you glance at him in confusion. what’s so special to him about your wrist?

he chuckles a bit. “well, i think we’re - let me just show you.”

you watch as he begins to unbutton the cuff of his shirt and roll up his sleeve. and that’s when it hits you. no way.

but he turns his wrist so you can see better and sure enough it’s an identical mark.

your jaw drops and you haven’t the slightest clue how you’re supposed to react. the concept of a soulmate was one you were always amused with but never took as seriously as others. because the concept is a bit mind-boggling and produces more questions than answers.

but now your soulmate is standing right in front of you.

“you- today- but we were just assholes to one another!” you sputter. again, filter gone.

“indeed we were,” he laughs, “fate’s a funny one, isn’t it?” when you nod, he scratches the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. “hey, i’m really sorry again about bumping into you, and being rude about it. i should’ve watched were i was going.”

you grin, “oh? are you being nice to me now that you know we’re soulmates?” your voice is lighthearted and you hope he grasps your humor.

he does. “it’s not like you were as sweet as pie to me either, hm?” playful tone matching yours.

the teasing makes you shake your head. this guy. “are you always this cocky?”

you study him now for a third time. this time the small things tempt to tug at the corners of your mouth into a smile. his smirk was much nicer to look at than his earlier glare. his eyes were a pretty color and the dark circles under his eyes made him feel more genuine. he’s cute. even with a necktie with the most comically atrocious pattern of questionable lightning bolts that you hope he’s wearing ironically or because they were gifted to him. nonetheless, he’s cute.

“me? cocky? never,” he grins mischievously.

“said every cocky guy ever,” you joke and smile back. “i’m just messing with you. and i’m sorry too for being rude earlier, had a long day today.”

“i feel you there,” he nods. “still, i was an ass.”

“you were,” you pout, “and just so you know the next time you’re an ass to me for no reason i won’t care if we’ve both had bad days, i’m not taking uncalled for attitude.”

“noted. but,” he smiles, “does that mean there’s a next time?”

he’s annoying, you note to yourself affectionately. “maybe.”

“i’m glad.” he reaches his hand out to you and smiles when you accept it. “my name is kuroo tetsurou,” he gives your hand a small, warm squeeze, “it’s really nice to meet you.”

as you head home after the interaction you find yourself donning a soft smile.

going home was the only thing you wanted to help with the sour mood from today. but after running into a certain someone, with a meeting at a cafe scheduled to better get to know the cute menace who by fate crashed into you, your mood sweetens a bit.

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