Sherlock Being Sherlock

ding!

. . . kozume kenma. affection, oh affection.

truth be told, kenma loved soaking up your affection for him.

he acts as though he wasn’t that excited, reasoning that he was busy with a game he’s playing, but the unmistaken eagerness in his body language says otherwise. all of a sudden he rested his head on your desk, drowning out the sounds around him. sleep threatened to lure him into its enticing embrace, and he shifts slightly.

because you were brushing his hair gently, so careful to untagle the small knots on the ends of his hair, humming a soft tune.

kenma swore he felt like he was in heaven.

“so pretty,” he hears you coo. “you’re like a cat, ken. how cute.”

there’s really not much of a fight in him to tell you off. he just lets you do whatever it is you want with him—massage his scalp, braid his hair, delicately comb his hair—and he could care less because the words died down on his throat once he felt your touch.

“brush my hair again, please,” he murmurs, slightly raising his head, eyes blurry of sleep that almost got to him when you had suddenly stopped.

“ok, ok. lay back down.”

kenma hums, pleased. he lets you have all of your attention on him, occasionally answering the puzzled questions of your classmates if he were okay. you merely mouthed, “he’s a bit sleepy,” which they shrugged and didn’t mind that much. after all, it was almost a normal thing to see students fall asleep during their free periods.

when kenma did wake up, he felt like he had the greatest nap of his life.

he fell asleep rather quickly, too, which surprised him.

“what time is it?”

“almost three,” you answer.

“oh,” he blinks, feeling the little braid you did on his hair. kenma nodded.

he kept the braid until after volleyball practice ended.

“since when did you learn how to braid?” tetsurou asks with a teasing smile.

“none of your business,” kenma replied, rolling his eyes. “pack your bag quicker before i leave you.”

“so mean! i was just wondering.”

he thinks he’ll ask you to brush and braid his hair more often from now on.

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*Y/N's room in hotel Obsidian*

Five: The world is ending and-

Y/N: Yes, I'm watching a Sitcom, sue me.

Five: ....*sits next to Y/N*

Y/N: you're such a Ross sometimes.

Five: does that make you my Rachel?

Y/N: Well, I always considered us as Chandler and Monica- you being Monica.

Five *shrugs*: fair enough

Klaus from under the bed: And i'll be your Joey

*Y/N and Five scream*

No one else could've played Chandler Bing. Thank you for making us laugh and always putting a smile on our faces.

We will miss you and you will always be remembered.

Rest in peace, Matthew Perry ❤

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐎 — 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

"you know, i'm perfectly capable of going to the grocery store on my own," you tell iwaizumi, lingering a step behind him as he walks down the aisle, scanning the items neatly lined up on the shelves. he only hums in acknowledgement. you click your tongue in mock annoyance because, despite your resistance to his assistance, you don't mind having him around. still, you're not used to being coddled like this. "being pregnant doesn't mean i can't walk. my feet aren't defective."

"just hush and let me help," hajime speaks, resting one hand on the top of your head while the other reaches for a bag of brown rice. the weight on your head is comforting, a reminder of why iwaizumi is really here. ever since you read the positive test and the man who was meant to be with you walked out, iwaizumi, your best friend, stepped up and became your lifeline—attended all of your appointments, started reading baby books in his free time, calmed you down whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. he made sure you weren't making this journey alone.

"can i at least push the cart?" you attempt to negotiate. you may not mind having him here with you, but you'd be lying if you said that following him around while he did all the work wasn't getting boring. "wouldn't it be safer to have something in front of me in case i trip?"

"how could you trip?" he asks, more humor in his voice than usual. "you just told me that your feet work fine."

you groan at the way he twists your words, hands coming up to unconsciously rub at your belly. it's become a habit of yours, caressing the steadily growing bump whenever you're stressed or bored. it gives you something to do and floods you with an immeasurable amount of contentment.

"oh, congratulations, dear." you turn at the sound of a frail voice. an elderly woman on the opposite side of the aisle looks at you through squinted eyes, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. you figure she's referring to your stomach.

"thank you."

"how far along are you?"

"eighteen weeks." you smile. iwaizumi intently watches your interaction—the way your eyes light up and how your hands protectively cradle the little bulge. "this little one is the size of a sweet potato."

the fruit and vegetable comparison was always a little silly to you but it came in handy during moments like these. this specific week actually helped you remember something that slipped your mind while you were making the list of items you needed.

"oh!" you snap and point at iwaizumi. "that's what i forgot earlier. i'm going to go grab a few."

"hold on, i'll-" your hand shoots up, palm out, to stop him from finishing his sentence—one that you're positive would include him insisting on joining you.

"hajime." you're more than grateful to have someone to lean on but at this rate, you're going to forget how to live as an independent being. "i can walk a couple aisles down and bag some vegetables on my own."

"right," he curtly nods, "i'll stay and wait for you here."

you hurry off to grab the sweet potatoes your obstetrician recommended adding to your diet and leave iwaizumi to aimlessly shift back and forth on his feet.

"you must be excited." the familiar voice catches the man's attention, leading him to face the nice old woman.

"i'm sorry?"

"about becoming a father," she clarifies.

his lips part in understanding and he nods. there's no harm in letting one woman neither of you will see again think that he was the baby's dad. it happened quite often but you always brush off the assumptions by jokingly saying "i wish." it's never bothered iwaizumi—people's first thought being that he was the father or the fact that you corrected them. he expected as much when he offered a helping hand. what he didn't expect was that his heart would jump every time he heard any variation of the word. he kept that to himself, though.

the woman slowly approaches iwaizumi and places a soothing hand on his arm. he has to look down to meet her eye but when he does, he's met with nothing but warmth. her eyes crinkle with her smile. "i'm sure you and your wife will be great parents."

she continues down the aisle, leaving iwaizumi with her words. his arms rest on the handle of the cart as the woman's statement echoes in his head. parents. at the moment, hajime's a support system—driving you around on errands and helping with chores around the house. the two of you haven't discussed what his role will be after you've given birth, but, despite that, he knows he wants to be there for you and your baby every step of the way if you'll have him.

"i'm back and bearing potatoes," you announce your arrival, dropping the vegetables in the cart. your gaze falls to iwaizumi who's staring ahead, his eyebrows knit together in deep thought. you reach out to smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb. "what's wrong with you?"

"nothing." what's on his mind is a conversation better had not in a supermarket. "come on. let's wrap this up and get you home for lunch."

"gosh, you sound just like a dad," you comment through a laugh, hooking your arm around one of his.

like clockwork, iwaizumi's heart skips another beat. it feels different this time; he figures it's because you're the one who said it.

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gone to shit

pairing : jake peralta x fem!reader

prompt : "can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

your day had been going too well for it to continue.

you had gotten to your local coffee shop before it got too busy, gotten up to the bullpen without getting catcalled by some jackass outside and you and your boyfriend were the only ones in the office which was nice.

it was quiet and the first 30 minutes your day was spent sat opposite jake just talking until your friends and colleagues filtered in through the elevator.

and then everything came crashing down.

multiple people in the holding cell caused the bullpen to be filled with noise which was unsettling.

the coffee you had gotten this morning spilled over your desk and your lap.

your phone had died half way through a conversation with your sister and you knew she wouldn't appreciate it seeming like you hung up on her.

and you had misfiled some evidence and had to talk to holt to fix it.

you hoped he would be in a good mood so this wouldn't end up with you getting reamed out.

unfortunately that was not the case.

while he didnt yell you could sense the annoyance & slight disappointment in his tone as he told you do leave so he could deal with it.

and you did leave.

but instead of heading back to your desk you went to the evidence lock up, heading towards the back corner and sinking down onto the floor, the cool surface bringing you out of your head very slightly.

but it wasnt enough to stop the hot burning tears from falling from your eyes.

this wasnt something you should be getting so upset about, there were people in the world that had it a lot worse than you and here you were crying over the tiniest things.

just because they had happened in quick succession it felt so overwhelming.

you were way too in your own head to notice your name being called quietly into the room.

it was only when you saw a set of shoes infront of you that your attention was pulled from the spiralling thoughts in your head.

your hands instantly lifted to wipe at your cheeks to try and pass it off like you weren't crying.

" woah woah, hey. what's wrong, babe? "

the sound of jake's voice did not relax you as much as usual.

you shook your head, trying to shake off this awful tightness in your chest but that did nothing to calm jake's worry.

he crouched down beside you momentarily before sitting down next to you, knowing that his gaze on you could overwhelm you even further.

his arm dropped to around your shoulders and your head instantly dropped down onto the soft fabric of his hoodie.

" you wanna tell me why you're hiding in the evidence lock up ?" he asked, his fingertips running over the fabric of your shirt.

" everything was just going so well this morning and then i spilled my coffee, the holding cell is so full of jackasses, my phone died and then i misfiled some evidence... it all just went to shit "

his small motions on your shoulder were calming you slightly but not by much, your shoulders were still shaking and you couldnt bring yourself to take a full breath.

jake didn't reply for a few moments but his fingertips kept tracing shapes over your shoulder.

" ok, well these are all easy fixes. rosa has a charger in her desk she'll let you use, the holding cell is thinning out really quickly and you left a spare pair of jeans at my apartment a couple days ago and i brought them to give back to you, so you can change into those. "

how he managed to solve all of your problems so quickly you'll never know, but you were just so grateful.

you turned your body further into his, smiling softly when he wrapped his arm tighter around you and pressed a short kiss onto the top of your head.

" thank you "

" you're welcome, babe " he said quietly.

both of you remained sat on the floor of the evidence lock up for a couple more minutes before jake moved to stand and lead both of you back to the bullpen.

before he could take you outside you pulled him back by his hand, a soft and playful pout resting on your lips.

"can i have one more hug?" you asked, tilting your head back to look up at him.

a grin spread across his face.

"aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

you quickly closed the two feet between the two of you and wrapped your arms around his torso, your head buried against his chest.

another 5 minutes were spent surrounded by weapons in boxes just hugging your boyfriend.

but when you returned to the bullpen, everything seemed a little bit better

Hi Mei!! ♡ How about Reid dating a sunshine!reader who tells obviously wrong facts when he is in earsight, just to mess with him? Bc I think it would be so funny 😭😭 Anyway, have a nice day, and thank you so much for all your quality content, you're saving lives <333

"Oh my god Emily, you're never gonna believe this," You lean in towards the brunette grinning at you, but your voice stays loud enough for Spencer to hear across the desk, "I just found out that bowling is more dangerous than dinosaurs are."

Her brow dips but her lips quirk up, "Alright, you've hooked me. What's the punchline?"

"No punchline," You shake your head, feeling Reid's curious stare on the back of it, "In 2019 someone died at a bowling alley after slipping on the floor and splitting his head open. But in that same year, there wasn't a single death by dinosaur. Isn't that insane?"

Spencer is already piping up before Emily can properly laugh, but you can still hear her beneath his frantic, "Uh, honey, that's not- that's not exactly right. I mean, dinosaurs would be incredibly dangerous, if any of them were still alive. Which, in 2019- uh, they were not."

"Statistically speaking, Spence," You use his favorite phrase against him, but you're not sure he picks up on the teasing grin set on your face beyond the concern he's stewing in, "You can't argue with the numbers."

"Well- you can't, but in 2019, the number of dinosaurs alive was zero, so that's- that's the only number that really matters, baby, but if you wanted to read more about the risks associated with communal sports venues, I'd be happy to share some articles I've looked into on-"

"Ah, leave it to Reid to turn a sick-ass discussion about dinosaurs about the dangers of fun," Morgan scoffs. He wasn't in on your plan from the beginning, but he's happy to jump on the bandwagon, "Besides, the last Jurassic Park movie was made in 2022, so there were dinosaurs alive, duh."

Throwback to all these Jesus comics I drew in 2012…

Sibling asked how ppl in star wars dance to jizz music and I had to give her an example

I think in response to Twitter, Tumblr should make it so that you can't open any other apps on your phone until you've seen at least 600 posts for the day.