#scribbles n doodles.

[komilys]

☕ w/ spencer? :33

tysm for the ask! i really do appreciate it! i’m sorry for the late reply !! i am just not having a good time :( i set this around s2, pre-established relationship bc im a sucker for it so it’s not exactly following the prompt but ahhh i thought it was cute!

☕ — morning routines! write about a typical morning with f/o and s/i! who wakes up first? do they eat breakfast together?

spencer thinks he might die, actually.

well, not literally of course, he would tell you that. he just feels overwhelmingly self-conscious, so much so it sends his brain into ‘panic mode’, he’ll say.

“you okay, spencer?” and he jumps, almost dropping his book bag on the pavement. “you don’t need to wait out here, i gave you the code, ‘member?”

oh, and he does, very well. he has an eidetic memory, he reminds ki often. he remembers it— nineteen days ago, 10:21 P.M. when he dropped him off at his apartment like he’d done for weeks now and in the most calm, as if it was nothing, voice he asked if spencer just wanted the code for the entrance door.

to come and go as he pleased. (“you can visit me whenever you want, haha…” it was a tease on ki’s end, but spencer was already struggling for a response.)

“i’m okay, good, great!” he says. “we should, uh, go, ki, we should get going…” spencer makes awkwardly points to the gated entrance. and ki smiles and spencer wonders how someone can be so handsome.

“coffee shop, like usual?” ki asks. “do you think we have time?”

of course there’s time. spencer knows he’s a natural early-riser— a habit from school, he assumes— and spencer, by now, has gotten used to waking up early. well… earlier.

“you woke up a little late, spencer, huh?” he sounds so sweet, spencer thinks. he never really liked being teased, it was always associated with something cruel— someone cruel.

ki isn’t cruel, though, he knows that. not with the way ki has his order memorised, ordering it without him even asking he just… wants to— (“i like doing it, spence.”)— and how he asks for spencer about that thing he was talking about earlier and how when spencer looks for even an ounce of annoyance on his face, he never finds it.

“we call them coffee beans, but technically speaking, they’re seeds.”

and ki responds, “oo-oh! ’cause they kinda resemble a bean?” and he hands him his coffee, just the way he likes it.

“yes, yes, actually!” they’re walking out of the shop and ki can’t help but look at spencer in wonder. but he always looks at him like that. morgan pointed it out to him once, but he vehemently denied it.

because ki asks him what else he knows about coffee— though they might’ve had this conversation twice before, (spencer knows and that’s why he searched more on coffee)— he knows he’s being genuine, and spencer can’t fathom himself getting any luckier than this.

[way2gosuperrstarr]

some lil sun doodles! and a moon snuck in there too, it seems!

full canvas (not cropped into little pieces) under cut <3

[sleepykas]

This is not the original text from this scene in my fic but a friend suggested it so I had to

[kiisaes]

what to do about aubrey's hair...? (catholic school au)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

how to cheer up ur Sunny 101: keess

[spaciebabie]

love loses

based on this post

[skizabaa]

Magma doodles: mwah <3

[squid-seraph]

some hcs and whatnot for the creechures,,, I might change it later to add stuff but im pretty content with this

[dragon-subway]

What if the plan worked? What then?

[kitsunecrows]

hello evryNYAN!?!1!

[komilys]

☔ + Spencer? ^-^ — @melosorbet

MELO TYSM FOR THE ASK IT DIDNT NOTIF ME??? thank you !! &lt;3 also i’m so mad bc i finished this but then tumblr glitched and deleted it.

☔ — f/o and s/i got caught in the rain... write about how they handle it! did either of them bring an umbrella?

“i told you.”

“and i told you, there’s no scientific backing to that— you guessed,” spencer said.

we got back from a case earlier than expected, the rest of the team had gone out for drinks. as fun as that sounded, a go around the shopping center sounded better today, and spencer wouldn’t have let me go alone. i told him to go home, that it seemed like it was going to rain— and spence isn’t the biggest fan of rain— but he insisted.

two hours in, an embarrassing amount of cash spent, a chatty spencer going on about mall statistics, and two coffees later the rain finally started trickling in. a little too fast.

“it’s gonna get real bad, spence,” i teased him. “store right across sells umbrellas.”

he brought his foam cup to his lips and stared at me. “we’re not buying a thirty dollar umbrella,” he took a sip. “we have like three already!”

i shrugged. “’cause you never listen to me.”

“you can’t just know when it’s going to rain! you have no experience in analysing anything to do with that, and the weather’s like the most fickle thing to predict!”

i started to pick up the shopping bags, trying my best to cover the things inside. the paper material didn’t help. reid got up, cleaning up the table to help.

“statistically meteorologists are more accurate than you think, but it’s still not a one hundred percent accurate.”

“nothing is, reid,” i added, pushing in our chairs and gently pushing him towards the exit. “’cept for me, of course.”

he laughed. “oh, oh of course,” he looks back at me as we exit the coffee shop, stopping abruptly before the rain hits us.

“mentally prepared yet?” he shook his head.

i grabbed his hand. “we’ll just close our eyes and run… that way,” i pointed to the direction of the parking lot. granted, it was… far. but if we ran really fast, maybe we wouldn’t even get wet!

“we’re going to get soaked.” it’s like he could read my mind.

“we’ll take a warm shower when we get back.” i swing our hands together, an effort to lighten his pessimistic words.

spencer continues. “i’m going to get sick,” before i could counter his point, he added: “but i like it.. when you take care of me, so it’s not so bad.”

i smiled. spencer wasn’t one to admit that, not really. i think he still felt awkward and was adjusting to having someone he could rely on other than himself. still, i was glad i could be that for him.

he was psyching himself up to step out, i could tell. he was watching as the rain hit the ground and rippled, his fingers fidgeting— maybe calculating the odds of whether he’d be better off buying the overpriced umbrella. before he could talk himself out of it, i let go his hand and stepped into the rain, stomping in the puddle a little, chuckling. my glasses were getting foggy.

“what are you doing?!” spencer cried. “you’re gonna get sick, ki!”

spencer, or the blob that was spencer, was frantically moving his head in all directions, looking at all the people around us, i assumed. he was embarrassed by me, how cute.

i motioned for him to join me, and told him to hurry up so we could get to the car already. he shook his head.

“speeeenncee,” i whined. “come on, we can go home and i’ll make some soup for us—” his home, technically, but it felt like mine too. “get in the rain, spence.”

he looked at a loss. “are you crazy.. y..you’re so annoying!”

“as are you, doctor.” i smiled.

i put my hand out, waiting for him to take it. the bags were absolutely soaked and ruined by now.

there was a quiet squeak before i heard the splash and felt him grab my hand. he took it quicker than i thought, catching me off guard and even more so the way he ran instantly. i almost tripped over my feet and he practically dragged me the first few steps. i tried to tell him to slow down— (‘i have smaller legs, spencer!’), but all i got in response was a correction about my usage of ‘small’ rather than ‘short’.

i was sure people were looking now. even as we sped by. at least it would make for a good story, if odd, to tell on their way home or as they got ready for dinner. seeing two twenty-somethings running through an outdoor shopping centre as it pours. if anything, i hoped they’d notice the way spencer took my hand and how he tightly held on, and how when he did it was more than just him choosing to run through the rain. i hoped, at least.

[way2gosuperrstarr]

some doodles i did on a magma by myself today n yesterday ^_^ <3

[sleepykas]

Doodles for my fic Hiraeth

No swearing in the daycare

[kiisaes]

boys who say kyaa

[peterofthedrakes]

idk. have a them.

[speremint]

Another sandrock scribble in between BnR and comm work- i really like her peacock hair color ngl