#I had the best nap istg ya’ll

[wooahiexist]

I headcanon that one’s nice and one’s super chaotic(You should know who’s who.) because that’s just what the color black and white gives me now.

I can’t wait to give their own outfits like Pink Shy Guy <3 i’m gonna start sketching some concepts!

[kenmas-grease]

When they fall asleep on you <3

Featuring: Kenma, Tsukishima, and Kuroo.

Warnings: lil swearing uwu

Genre: fluff :3

a/n- gender neutral

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Kenma

I feel like he wouldn’t intentionally fall asleep on you, like he wouldn’t initiate it.

His shy demeanor would constantly say no❤️

It’s ok we still love our baby boy

He is a gamer and barely sleeps (as expected), so he tends to fall asleep in random places. (Let’s just ignore that he gets sleep canonically because I’m a sucker for baby sleep deprived characters).

One time, he fell asleep on the ledge of the school roof and still gets teased about it by Kuroo to this day.

Lately, he was even more tired than usual. He had eye bags under his eyes, and he swayed every time he got up too quickly.

You were over at his house in the late afternoon and you were napping on his bed while he live streamed. 

You initially told him that it wasn’t a good idea (due to his swaying and sleep deprivation), but he insisted that it was normal and that he was used to it.

“I’ll be done with this stream, and then we can cook dinner” He said.

So, of course you believed him and decided to nap while he streamed as a way to kill time.

You weren’t fully sleeping but not fully awake, kind of in the middle, when you heard a loud bang and crash.

That scared the bejeezus out of you and you quickly shot out of bed to find Kenma bent over holding the side of the table and his controller discarded a few feet away from him.

“That’s it. I’ve seen you swaying for the past week, afraid you would hit your head and get rushed to the hospital. Come here.”

He lifts his head up and sees your outstretched hand.

He takes it and you pull him close, and when he's flush with your body, you cup his face with both your hands while he holds onto your sides.

“My heart breaks every time I see you abusing your body like this.” 

You look deeply into his eyes and plant a kiss on his forehead and then the tip of his nose.

“I’m sorry to make you worry, y/n. I promise to take better care of myself.” He smiles a little as you unravel yourself from him and start walking towards the bed.

“Wait, my live stream is still on.” 

He tries to go back, but you beat him to it and wave a goodbye to his followers and shut everything down.

When you turn around, you see him sitting, waiting patiently, with an expectant look.

You both can interpret each other’s body language and you know what’s about to happen.

a rare cuddle sesh

He normally doesn’t like cuddling and constantly complains of over-heating, but sometimes he enjoys it when he’s at his most vulnerable.

You walk over to him and stand in between his legs.

He puts his head on your stomach and wraps his arms around your hips, while you put your hands on his back and start rubbing a little.

“Do you want it the usual?” you ask.

“No......” He whispered.

“ok, then show me”

He pulls you to a position where you are on your back with your hands outstretched like jesus on his gray sheets.

Why would he outstretch you like jesus, you ask?

Well, he climbs on the bed and plops right on top of you.

Both arms by your sides, head on chest, listening to your heartbeat, and legs intertwined with yours.

You place your hands so you’re holding him and rub your fingers across his scalp.

he lets out a sigh and buries his head further in your chest, inhaling in your scent.

After a couple minutes of the combination of your scent and your fingers, his breathing rate leveled out.

His shallow breaths lulled your eyes closed.

Kenma had finally fell asleep on you, and you, under him.

~

Tsukishima

In terms of affection, this boy is the same as Kenma.

He cannot initiate it at all. His ego wouldn’t let him.

So he takes advantages of situations like train rides and car rides to make an excuse to doze on you.

A way that he was way more comfortable.

Time rolled around for term exams and when I say this boy is an over-achiever, I mean it. He full on has 5-hour study sessions back to back.

So he’s always exhausted 24/7, especially in the morning when he wakes up.

You two live so close to each other that you normally accompany him to the way to school.

As you two board the train, he immediately sets off to find seats. It’s not that hard since it’s way too early in the morning to fully get crammed up.

You follow him and chuckle as you see him hugging his volleyball bag close to his chest and laying his head back against the glass.

You sat beside him and got a notebook out of your bag- some last-minute studying before your big math exam.

Once the train started to depart, you let out a sigh. You just wanted to sleep because you were also staying up.

The train rattled and you felt something flop on your shoulder. 

As you look down, your eyes meet a very sound asleep Tsukki with his mouth slightly parted.

When I say you were going to scream, you were going to shriek from how cute he was.

You had to fight the urge to run your fingers across his unusually soft hair.

He was uncomfortable to show affection in public and you respected that.

After all, you do absolutely everything for the people you love.

you plopped your head on the glass and closed your eyes for a minute.

But that wasn’t a minute.

“Y/n!” You stir a little.

“Y/n! Get up!” you peel open an eye

You see Tsukki standing in front of you with a worried look.

You croak out a little  “what’s up?”

“We missed our stop”

You make a little squeak sound as you bolt up from your seat.

“I’m just kidding.” He smirks down at you.

“You little jerk!” You hit his shoulder.

The only thing he said was “that didn’t hurt at all.”

“Yes, it didn’t because it was just a tester. Get ready to buy the real thing, bitch.”

~

Kuroo

Oh this bitch loves cuddling

All day, every day.

Loves falling asleep on you and you on him.

Very shameless.

overall, a very nice cuddle buddy, his body can warm you right up and his breath is amazing

he kinda has an obsession with gum totally didn’t get the inspiration from myself

You and Kenma are best friends; that’s how you and Kuroo actually met.

Every Friday night, you two had Putt Putt, a night specifically dedicated to gaming with Kenma.

Kuroo’s bed was directly against a wall and to the other side, his TV set with a ps4. They are basically parallel to each other.

You often burrowed his set because your pc was ancient and was barely running.

“Y/n I’m going to go make dinner, ok?”

You just give a curt nod.

You’d often hyper focus on these games and often block out the outside world. Hearing Kuroo ask that question was even a miracle.

“Y/n, there’s a horde coming towards us.”

these bosses were getting intenser and intenser, and the floor was almost impossible to pass.

Time really flew because the next thing you knew Kuroo was feeding you.

You didn’t peel your eyes away from the screen and only said a little thank you when he finished.

When you continued to play, you felt him shift in bed and put the tray of finished food on the floor (to wash later dw).

He slowly lowered himself until he was laying his head in your lap.

You looked down and saw him smiling a little.

“Y/N!” Kenma shouted.

You looked back and saw the words “You Died.”

You started to curse some rather colorful words, but you felt something nuzzle your stomach.

You felt Kuroo’s nose brush again your lower belly and you stared at his dark eyelashes.

You put down your controller and say curt goodbye to your gaming partner.

As you shift to try and lay on the bed, Kuroo stirs and opens his eyes.

THIS MF HAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WAKE UP FACE ISTG

he pulls you down and nuzzles your neck as you hit the light switch  right next to the bed.

Legs entertained with his, you close your eyes and weave your hands through his hair and fall asleep

~

ya’ll I finished this FINALLY I've only started writing recently and all I can say is that hollyyyyyy heck I don't have pacing. Also Kenma’s situation was not intended to be exaggerated and cliche!! It happened to me numerous times because I kinda have low iron plus sleep deprivation ;v;

[themilky-way]

Connections {s.r}

gif credit: nobravery on tumblr!

pairing: spencer reid x female! reader

summary: you work at the BAU and are best friends with everybody, except spencer. you think he just doesn’t like you until one day, he proves you wrong. 

warnings: just some minor hints of sadness, reader going through something, nothing major or specific. 

author’s note: ah yes I did miss writing and spencer reid has my heart entirely. stay safe guys! ALSO I’M BARELY ON SEASON 3 SO YA’LL BETTER NOT SPOIL ANYTHING ISTG LMAO

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working in the BAU, your job was never boring. five months in had changed your outlook on almost anything and everything in your life, and had your mind now racing at what seemed like a million miles per minute. it was an exhilarating  experience, regardless of how crude the crime scene could be, and it was about time you came to terms with that. 

the BAU team was just as thrilled to have you with them as you were to join. nobody expected-or wanted- a new member, and were ready to reject your application when they finally met you for the interview. however, after you demonstrated to everyone that you could profile a serial killer based on only the amount of blood at the scene and position of the victim, everyone basically wanted to give you the “welcome tour” of the headquarters. 

after you finally got an opportunity to get used to the layout of the job and your training ended, the team always looked forward to your “good morning” notes on their desk. being an early bird, you got there before everyone so you could get ahead on your reports, and always left small notes of encouragement on the person’s desk. it was a small and sweet gesture, and very much needed for the severity of the job. 

“seriously, this girl must be doing some type of hypnosis or something to everybody here. why is it that every time I see her, I just wanna hug her, huh?”

“not hypnosis, morgan. just plain ol’ appreciation,” jj said. they were huddled around his desk as they all read a note that said: “always keep your head up, champ. we appreciate the work you do around here :)”

by then, he was the last of the bunch to read his card. however, he didn't have a gold star attached to it, which meant he wasn’t the “agent of the day” as you liked to phrase it. derek flipped the sticky note over and attempted to find it, but stopped when he realized he wasn’t it. 

“wait, guys, so if I didn’t get a star, who did?” morgan asked, clearly puzzled. garcia shook her head and pouted, jj simply put a thumbs down, and prentiss muttered a “nope.” everyone knew hotch didn’t get it, because they figured he would call you in privately to thank you. everyone turned to look at you work in the conference room through the window. you were scribbling something on the whiteboard and had papers scattered everywhere on the table, unaware of the team’s puzzled expressions. at that moment, spencer walked through the double glass doors of the bureau and headed over to his desk as he normally would. as he did so, he found the team huddled together and looking at something, and when he followed their gaze he knew what this was about.

in truth, spencer never really cared for having a friendship with you. he looked at you as a coworker and just that, and developing a platonic relationship with you just wasn't anywhere in his mind. he did enjoy the words of encouragement and motivation every morning, though, and no matter how many phases of denial he went through, he looked for it as soon as he reached his desk. 

“hey, guys, wanna hear something I discovered about dolphins last night?” spencer teased as he made his way over to morgan’s desk. nobody turned their heads from your direction, and it wasn't until reid mentioned your note that everyone stopped profiling you and turned their attention to him.

“you guys wanna hear-yeah that’s what I thought-wanna hear my note (y/n) left me?” he held up the sticky note and everyone nodded eagerly. he turned the note so he was able to read it, and began. “ ‘the world is smart, but you’re smarter. have a great day, reid!’ how cool is this!” he smiled and at that point so did everyone, when they realized that the note still had more to it. 

“oh my god, reid! you got the gold star! congratulations sunshine,” garcia pointed out as she gave him a light punch on the shoulder. spencer’s mind started bouncing back and forth between thoughts when he looked at the tiny gold sticker below your comment. did this mean anything? should he mention it? 

the answer to that was yes, he should, but was he going to? probably not. pats on the back were given as the team got up from morgan’s desk and headed to their own when hotch came out of his office and told everyone to meet in the conference room in five to look over a new case. reid, as he walked back to his pile of reports, looked at you working on your own. he never really thought of you as a friend, and didn't want to for that matter. but the longer he looked at you he started to realize that maybe befriending you wouldn't be so horrible. as everyone entered the room and gave you a hug or cheery greeting, spencer opted to sit at the other end of you. but one thing was for sure: his smile was the brightest one in the room. 

the next few weeks went by quickly, and included a variety of new “agents’ of the day.” after reid, there was morgan, who practically wanted to kiss you after that. emily followed, who was beginning to turn into one of your closest friends. jj and garcia came next, and soon the four of you founded a girl’s night out every weekend. 

however, them being the best profilers in the entire bureau, they noticed that the notes progressively stopped. the team realized something was off with you, and they noticed that your demeanor was different. you began to come later than you usually did, at one point even later than derek. your hairstyle changed to a messier bun, your desk was worse than reid’s, and no more cute notes were seen for almost two weeks. 

“something’s wrong, you guys. she’s been here for months and she’s never once frowned or even forgot to put the cap back on her pen,” emily said, packing her files in her briefcase. jj nodded her head, “yeah I know, and I want to ask but I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I mean, what if we’re reading too much into it?”

“reading into it? jj, we profile murderers who we’ve never even met, I’m pretty sure (y/n)’s going through something,” morgan stated, standing up from his chair and pushing it in adequately.

“we know one thing: when she’s ready to vent, we’ll be here. in the meantime, we should go home and get some rest. we fly out to oregon tomorrow,” hotch said. everyone agreed, and they stood up and gathered their belongings and headed for the exit door. they waved and said their goodbye’s to you, who was seated at the other end of the room. 

you were the only one left at the bureau, and you were more tired than usual due to your lack of sleep recently. you closed your eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and began to massage your temples with your pointer fingers. it’s been tough for you, taking care of your grandparents ever since they came to live with you. arguments with your mother always lead to the same thing: leaving. you loved them, and you adored having family with you, especially in a job like the one you had. but you had to sacrifice your sleep and wellbeing in order for them to be safe. 

you were so concentrated in your thoughts that you didn’t hear footsteps coming down the stairs, moving towards your direction, and finally coming to a complete stop next to your desk. it wasn't until a soft voice broke you from your thoughts, or more so from your nap at that point. 

“(y/n)?”

you lifted your head rapidly, and looked up to find the source of the voice, and when you did, you managed to slur, “reid, what the hell, I, uh, thought I was the only one left.

“no, I was just catching up on my reports and was about to go home. by the looks of it, you should too.”

“alright, catch you in the morning, spence. I still gotta finish this case file,” you were looking at him now, and as you spoke you gave a tiny nod to your opened manila folder. “wait you’re staying later? do you know how dangerous it is for girls of your type to be out at these hours of the night? I read a study once that determined women who wandered at night suffered the most danger between the hours of 1 a.m. to 4 a.m.. I mean you don't want to put yourself-”

“I'm not gonna be long, dr. reid, I think I’ll be fine,” you cut him off mid fact. you returned to your paperwork and picked up your pen to write some notes on the margin, and when you looked back up a couple minutes later, you found reid staring at you, confusion clearly manifesting over his features. 

‘I suggest offering you a seat, sir. that way you can look at me in distress as long as you like,” you let yourself chuckle a little bit, and even though it made spencer want to laugh too, he restrained himself and asked you what had troubled him for weeks now. 

“(y/n), what’s going on? you’re not the same since garcia got the last morning note from you. seriously, I-I’m here to help you.”

dropping your pen, you swiveled your chair so you were in his direction and looked up at him to answer him. “in all honesty, and by no means full offense, I don’t think you care what’s going on with me.”

in his mind, reid was going nuts, and his silence? not helping very much. all he could do was look down at you with a shocked expression and his mouth opened and closed before he finally rebutted your statement.

“(y/n), I’m sorry I made it seem that way. I really am and the truth is I didn’t really care for your notes at first until I stopped receiving them.” he crouched down now to level with your height on the chair, a hand laying on his knee and the other on the ground for balance. 

“I didn’t really care for a friend, until I realized I wanted your friendship. I never even thanked you for giving me the privilege of being ‘agent of the day.’”

you realized he meant it, and it wasn’t some cheesy reponse you were so used to getting. he felt it, and you began to realize you could also trust him even a little.

“thanks, reid. sorry for lashing out too, it’s just things haven’t been so easy back home. do you mind?” 

“of course not. I’m all ears, (y/n).” you nodded and thanked him, standing up from your chair and kneeling down to ultimately sit down criss cross on the ground. he did the same as you, and his attention was fully yours.

you told him everything that had happened; the fights with your mom, your grandparents moving in, your lack of sleep and how you felt. you vented to him about almost everything in your life and he listened like his life depended on it. at the end, you were crying a little no matter how hard you tried not to. amidst everything, he had pulled you into an awkward sort of hug, considering your position and the fact he doesn't give much physical affection to people. nonetheless, he gave you the comfort you needed and you valued it. 

he pulled away suddenly, and lifted himself off the ground a little to get his phone from his pocket. he asked you to get yours, and you did so by reaching over to the top of your desk. the both of you exchanged phones and he wrote his rather rapidly, you still trying to think about your own area code by the time he was finished. 

you exchanged phones again, and when you grabbed yours from his hand, he held on to it as well. before he let go, he looked down at the ground and then landed on your hand on the phone. 

“you can call me whenever you want. even if you don’t have a reason too.”

his eyes flicked up to your semi-red eyes, and he smiled softly. you did as well, and he felt small butterflies forming in his tummy when you did. spencer reid didn’t care for affection, nor for personal connections with anyone. but perhaps you were beginning to turn into the only exception. 

and he didn't really mind it at all.