I Felt Like Writing. So I Did. The Problem Was That The Clock Was Quite A Lot, And I Had Stuff To So

I felt like writing. So I did. The problem was that the clock was quite a lot, and I had stuff to so tomorrow, so I put an alarm so I wouldn’t get lost in writing for too long and could get to bed early enough. I start around 22.30.

First, I set the alarm at 00.00, midnight. I can read for a while after and then go back to bed.

00.00 - the alarm rings, I turn it off and add a second, 00.30. I’m in the middle of writing a oneshot. I will stop when I’m done with it.

00.30 - the alarm rings. I turn it off and set another one, 1.00. I finished the oneshot from earlier but inspiraation hit for another and here I am.

1.00 - alarm rings. I’m still in the middle of writing the oneshot. I’m in the zone. I set another alarm. 2.00. I wont read anything when I’m done, just head to bed right away after I finish. (Not a good idea)

2.00 - alarm rings. An angsty oneshot is coming. I cant stop, it will be ruined. A new alrm at 3.00.

3.00 - How the frick did I just write five and a half hours straight? My back is sore and eyes are watering. When I stand up my legs feel like they are made of wood.

Bumps and cuddles

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x reader

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff.

Other: Inspired by episode 2x6 of Chicago PD

The case had just been cleared, the confession on tape and on its way to the evidence now, and Adam and Kevin were pulled out of the prison. The guards who had “used excessive force” while detaining him came to apologize, but Adam just waved them off, his ribs throbbing in protest. He just wanted to get out of there, take an hour-long shower, and sleep for a week.

Not expecting you to show up here, a tired smile made its way into his face as he saw you approaching. Your sweater was tight around your belly, the bump there clearly visible as you approached. The guards gave you room, and that’s when your eyes landed on Adam.

You hurried to him, and he closed you into a tight hug, breathing in through your hair. Being apart from you was what had bothered him the most about going on this undercover mission.

“Oh, sweetheart, look at your face!” You cooed as you gently ran your thumb over the cut on his cheekbone.

“I’m fine.” He pressed a kiss to your wrist before wrapping his hands around yours, bringing them to his mouth to plant a kiss on both of them.

“Have they been much trouble?” He released your hand to feel your belly, a smile lighting his face as there was a little kick.

“The perfect angel.” You assured him, even though you were stretching the truth a little (or a lot).

That night, Adam couldn’t calm himself down to sleep even if he was deadly tired. You were sleeping against him, resting your hand on his chest, head tucked under his jaw. The warm puffs of air when you exhaled tickled his skin, and he squeezed you tighter. You stirred and one of your eyes opened when you saw he was still awake, you tiredly lifted your head up, a worried look in your eyes.

“I’m fine.” He assured you but you had known him long enough to not fall for his words.

“We’ll look for someone that you can talk to in the morning. Sleep now, you are okay, I’m okay, the baby is okay and the bad guy is in jail.” Returning your head back to its comfortable resting position, you sighed as you closed your eyes.

“How do you always know what to say?” He pressed a kiss on your temple and ran a hand along your belly, a warmth flushing over him.

“I guess I’m just that good.” Came your tired response, and Adam let out a chuckle before finally allowing himself to drift asleep.

Finally gathered the courage to post this. I have been wanting to post in Tumblr for ages but never had the courage even though I have my phones notes full of fics I could.

But now I plucked the courage, and I hope you enjoy this little fick!

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A Simple Act of Kindness

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) (L/N) was the kindest person Spencer had ever known. So when her life was being threatened, he was determined to find the person causing her pain.

Word Count: 3376 

Warnings: the soccer field incident, mentions of kidnapping and torture, mentions of stalking, typical criminal minds violence, swearing

“Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.” -Mother Teresa

Las Vegas Public High School, 1993

Tears stung in the boy’s eyes. His glasses were broken on the ground. His lip hurt and his mouth tasted like blood. He was shaking, both from cold, and complete mortification. The entire student body was standing on the soccer field, laughing and jeering at him. 

“What the hell is wrong with all of you?” a voice said as a girl pushed through the crowd. She stood in front of the boy, blocking his body from the view of all the students. “What did he ever do to you?” 

Spencer knew who you are. Everyone knew you. You were hands-down one of the most popular, and most beautiful girls in school. You were the lead in every school play, you did more volunteer work than anyone in the school, you were one of the smartest kids in the senior class, you were on the tennis team, and you were dating the quarterback.

You looked at the guy laughing at the front of the crowd, your boyfriend, the quarterback. “And you! I can’t believe you, Josh!”

“(Y/N)-”

“No, I don’t care!” you yelled. “We’re done. We’re over. And the rest of you! Get out of here before I call Coach O’Mallory out here! You know I will!” The grumbling students dispersed. When the last one left, you turned to the young boy. “Oh, you must be so cold,” you said, untying his wrists from the goalpost. “Are you alright, Spencer?”

“You- you know my name?” he asked, pulling his clothes back on. 

“Of course I do. Everyone does.” You pulled your sweater off and dabbed the blood off his lip with the sleeve. “Oh, what did they do to your face?” you muttered more to yourself. You picked up Spencer’s glasses and taped the bridge back together with a bandaid. “Here. It’s not the best adhesive, but it works.”

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My top three feminist exploitations of male-default language: 1. “Valar morghulis. All men must die.” “Yes, but we are not men.” - Daenerys, Game of Thrones 2. “No man can kill me!” “I am no man!!!!” - Eowyn, LotR: Return of the King 3. “God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.” “Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the earth.” - Dr. Ellie Sattler, Jurassic Park

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WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS CUTE IN SHORT THIS IS ME

I will gladly SACRIFICE MYSELF TO MARRY HIM

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