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.

AMEN

This is all my sad period infested brain needed! ❤️

best nerd boys  pt 1 

Spencer Reid -criminal minds

Conner Temple - primeval 

Cisco Ramon - Flash 

Loki - Please

Warnings: Torture (not graphic), angst

Word count: 2110

Other: You are Loki's wife of many centuries. Inspired by a picture I found on Pinterest.

"Please! Take me, not her! Please, I beg you! She won't survive!" Loki rammed his whole body to the wall with pure desperation as the guards hauled you away yet again. It was the third time this week, and it was really taking a toll on you as well as Loki. It killed him on the inside to hear your screams but not be able to help you. There was also another reason he prayed that they would stop. You were pregnant, and even if it didn't show yet, the blood loss and shock might cause a miscarriage.

Loki had tried everything to make the guards take him instead of you. He had tried insulting and bribery and threatening and pleading but none worked. Every time he asked why they did this, they gave the same answer.

"King's orders." The same man that he had once called father was now torturing his wife. Anger and desperation fought inside Loki, but he couldn't do anything, he could just listen to your screams and pleas.

After what felt like forever, Loki had dislocated his shoulder trying to break out, and you were brought back. The guards had to half carry you, you were so weak that you could barely stand. They shoved you inside the cell next to Loki's and left the dungeons after glancing at Loki, who was holding his bloody and wrung shoulder. You had sunken down next to the wall that was closest to Loki, and he hurried to you and sunk down to see you. Your cheeks were covered in tears but you were breathing steadily.

"My dearest?" Loki called you, and you lifted your head tiredly to look at him. As he met your gaze and noticed the shiver you did every time you had to move, his own tears got free. He placed his hand on the wall, and you placed yours opposite of his. This was the closest you got to a touch, as it seemed that Odin enjoyed torturing the two of you, locking you up next to each other but not being able to physically touch.

"Don't cry, love. We will get through this." You promised him in a quiet voice, and a shiver ran down Loki's back as he realized how weak it was.

"I'll get you out of here. I promise." He whispered to you.

"I don't care who I have to beg from, I will get you out." He promised and meant every word. He hoped that his brother would help him, even after the attack on New York.

At that moment, the doors opened and Thor walked in with a young healer woman and gestured quietly at your cell. Loki tensed but relaxed soon as he saw the woman signed to you and you answered weakly and then she started to tend to your wounds. The healer, Anastasia, had been born deaf but you had always fought for her right to get to act as a hearer and after years of persistent work from both her and you, she became one of the best ones, much to Odin's dismay.

"Brother," Thor spoke to Loki, who slowly moved his gaze from you to the taller man.

"We need to get her out of here." Thor's words caught Loki by surprise as he was ready to beg him to smuggle you out.

"Why would you help her? You are the one that brought her here, remember?" Loki was suspicious, and Thor's eyes got a sad twinge.

"Trust me, I would have never brought her here if I had known that this is the treatment she would receive. And I can't let my niece or nephew die." Loki's head shot up to see the gentle look in his brother's eyes.

"Yes, I know about her pregnancy. We have to get her out of here soon. Tomorrow night, be ready to run. Get as much rest as you can. I will assign so many guards to the north border so they don't have the resources to torture her again." Loki shivered at the casual tone Thor was using but didn't say anything.

- - - -

The whole day went by in a flash, and soon it was night and Thor sneaked down after giving the other prisoners some sleeping draught so they wouldn't be able to tell who did this. You were still weak from the weeks of malnourishment and torture, and you could barely stand up so Thor had to help you out of the cell. He opened Loki's who stepped forward and gently cupped your face. Even in your weakened state, you were just as beautiful as the day he had met you.

"My dearest." He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you caressed his cheek with your hand. You couldn't get words out as you were too happy to finally be with him again.

Your happiness was short lived as Loki gently pushed you back into Thor's chest after one last kiss and he kicked the wall to activate the door again.

"Loki! What are you doing?" Thor questioned, but Loki just shook his head and gestured to the door with a hasty wave.

"Take her and go. It will be easier for you to get out if it's just the two of you." Thor seemed to hesitate and you leaned into the wall that yet again separated the two of you.

"Love." You begged, but Loki took a step back even if he felt like his heart was torn into shreds.

"Go!" He commanded Thor, who gently picked you up and carried you away while you tried your best to get back to your husband, crying for Thor to let you go.

Thor sprinted across the city, hiding in the shadows of the palace and he carried you to the Bifrost. It was clear that Heimdall had been waiting for you, because as soon as the two of you arrived at the bridge, he and Thor exchanged a few, quick words before Heimdall sent you away. That was the moment you blacked out and Thor felt his heart jump as he hoped it was not too late for you or the baby.

The Avengers living in the tower were surprised, to say the least, as Thor turned up to their doorstep with an unconscious woman on his arms, almost frantic that she needed to be saved. He refused to answer any questions.

"I'll answer your questions after you have helped her." Was all he said until she was wheeled off on a gurney. Bruce had started to work on her with other doctors, and the other's were looking at Thor expectingly as he paced back and forth in the waiting room.

"Ah, yes. Answers. I think I promised those." Thor muttered and turned to the team.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, fearing that they would refuse to have you there as soon as they heard who you were. And yet, the first question was the one he feared the most and it came from Tony.

"Who is she, Thor?" Before answering, Thor took a deep breath and hoped that they would understand and listen to everything he had to say.

"She is Loki's wife. Before you say anything, I just want you to know that she was tortured multiple times a week and I just couldn't watch her or my brother to suffer any longer. And I could't let my nephew or niece to die." There was a silence that was broken by Steve.

"I think you did the right thing." This earned him a few glances that read that "are you out of your mind?!" but he ignored them. He turned to them.

"Even if the child is Loki's, the baby is still innocent and I believe she is too. We can't turn them away now. What kind of heroes would we be then?" The team shared a glance and that was all it took. No words needed. You would stay there.

- - - -

It had been almost a year since you had gotten back, and even if the scars on your body never disappeared, you healed and got your strength back relatively fast to give birth to a healthy baby girl. She had your eyes but Loki's black hair and magic. The whole team soon got over the fact that you were Loki's wife, and Clint often joked about how did Loki get so patient and kind wife and a well-behaved kid. Popetina (your daughter) did still have a little bit of mischief in her blood.

"What did you expect, she is Loki's daughter after all?" Natasha, who you had gotten close to and who had been named Popetina's godmother had asked Tony when he had found all of his suits colored bright green and gold.

You loved your new home and your daughter, but you still missed Loki. Every. Single. Day. Nat tried helping you to get your mind off of it and it worked for a while but he never truly left your mind. Thor was rarely there, so you didn't have any way of knowing if he was alright or even alive. Thor had, however, managed to smuggle the photo album to you, filled with pictures of you and Loki. Popetina (your daughter) could now tell Loki out of a picture and would scream "Dada! Dada!" every time his photo was in her line of sight.

One normal day, you were putting Popetina down on her nap in your room when there was a mysterious green smoke in the living room, followed by a flash of light. There stood the brothers, and Loki was struggling to support Thor, who had a huge bleeding gash on his side.

"Hello." Loki greeted with a tone that was meant to be casual but there was a clear nervous undertone. Steve and Bucky helped Thor to the medbay when the rest of the team stayed and leered at Loki, who stood clearly nervous and bothered in the middle. Natasha sneaked off, realizing that their old squabble could wait after you had met him. She knew how much it tore you apart.

You were expecting it to be your favorite food or something like that after Natasha had dragged you to the living room for a surprise. You would have guessed what it really was as you entered the room. Your hands flew to your mouth and an audible gasp left your lips as you saw him standing in the middle of the room. All heads turned to you, and as your eyes met, your first tear ran down your cheek. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to scream and yell at him for staying behind but you also wanted to sob into his neck as he held you tight. Loki decided for the both of you as he stepped to you with a few long strides and pulled you to his chest tightly. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and sobbed, squeezing him tightly as you feared he might disappear any minute. Nat ushered everyone out so the two of you could be alone and you were thankful for that.

You lifted your head from his neck and studied his face and inhaled his scent. It was just as good as you remembered it to be and his eyes were just as green as they always were. Loki on the other hand just stared at you, not completely sure that if this was a dream. You were there and you were alright. He slid his hands to your waist and pulled you closer as he placed his lips gently on yours. The kiss was long and sweet, and you didn't want it to end as you feared he might disappear when it did. When the kiss ended and he was still there, you pulled back and grabbed his hand.

“Come. There is someone I want you to meet." Loki's pulse quickened at your words, and he couldn't speak as he saw the little girl sleeping in her bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he wished he would stay there forever. The moment was perfect. He was sure nothing could top it until he heard the one word that turned his entire world upside down. And he didn't complain one bit as he had everything he had ever wanted and more.

These are old. Please don’t judge.

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!

Marvel preference: Pets

Tony: Let's face it, Tony can barely take care of his own needs, let alone the ones of a pet. He's always busy, and Pepper has told him multiple times that NO, she will not take care of a dog in addition to Tony, the company and about a million other things she has to take care of. So Tony decided to build himself a mechanic dog, but due to Peter and Clint changing the plans as a joke, it turned out to be a bunny as Tony was half asleep as he built it.

Not to worry, Fluffy (yes, Peter named him), is a beloved mascot of the Avengers, and sort of a guard dog for the base. Because even if he looks like a lop-eared bunny and is the size of a loaf of bread, he carries a mean kick. And by a mean kick, I mean enough ammunition to change a fully equipped tank into a holey hunk of metal. And best yet, he is basically indestructible. Well, the Hulk could crush him but when his fist was about to go down on to do it, he froze and muttered "Hulk not hurt bunny." and went to destroy one of Tony's suits. But that's a story for another day. 

Steve: Steves pet is a gift from Tony, and it's a parrot called Captain (no, Tony did not name him, he came with the name but Tony thinks it is hilarious). He's not just any parrot but one that has lived in a bar for the beginning of its life and as a result, it curses like a pirate. A really bad mouthed pirate. Steve is very fond of his pet, as he could never even go close to birds before the serum because of well... asthma and allergies etc. Now he can, but sometimes he wishes his parrot had a cleaner mouth.

He's working on training it not to curse as much, but the training is not going very well. Mostly because Clint likes to sneak into Steves room and teach the parrot new (bad) words and encourage it to curse more. Steve is to yet to find out.

Bucky: Bucky has a dalmatian dog called Popcorn. She was firstly owned by an animal hoarder and didn't see the outside for the first two years of its life, so she's very hyper. Like jumps-up-the-walls -hyper. She has light brown patches on her skin, hence the name. (Also, it was inspired by the way she moves. Like a popped popcorn, totally unpredictable where it will go and fully charged with of energy)

The whole team takes part in making sure that she gets to let out her energy. In addition to the high-quality dog walker Tony hired, she trains on the stairs with Clint, does tricks with Peter, plays fetch with Thor, he also runs for hours with Bucky, Steve, and Nat in turns, who are the only ones with high enough stamina to keep up with her endless energy. (Sam claims that he does not like Popcorn, and therefore does not run with her, Bucky knows that it's bullcrap because he caught him watching Lassie with her the other week while curled up on the couch. He can't wait to rub it in Sam's face when the right moment comes.)

Thor: Thor does not have pets, but you do. A big Samoyed dog named Thor. 

Loki: Loki claims that he does not need or want pets because they are "pathetic mortal stuff". But everyone in the tower knows that he has a goldfish called Destroyer. Enough said.

Pietro: No pets. No animal can keep up with his speed. But he has always wanted to race a cheetah.

Bruce: Bruce has a lazy Persian cat called Matthew who lives at the lab. And I mean lazy, nothing will move him if he wants to sleep. Want your notes that are under him? Forget it. Need to use the microscope he happens to be laying in front of? Not gonna happen. Hulk making an appearance? He will not care. He will just open his eye a smidge to see what the hell is interrupting his sleep and go back to sleep.

Peter plays a game of "how many paper cups I can make a pyramid of on top of him before he moves and it collapses." At the moment, the record is one hundred and thirty-seven. Next time Peter's going for two hundred and he will bring a ladder. And Clint to help him with it.

Sam: He’s not a fan of animals. You own a leopard gecko, named Macy. She’s a bit of a old lady, being but she’s still lively and happy.

Stephen: No pets. You beg him nearly daily that you could get a dog, but so far, he's not giving in to your puppy dog eyes and constant begging. 

Clint: He found a completely white kitten with blue eyes from the shelter, and upon asking more about him, he learned that the kitten was deaf. To cut the long story short, he was home with Clint the next day. Even Nat isn't completely immune to Ghost's cuteness. Ghost and Popcorn (Bucky's dog) are best pals and Popcorn will go above and beyond to protect her little friend.

Peter P.: You own three hamsters named Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. Peter is super jealous, he has no pets as May is allergic but you always let him play with your pet trio. 

Peter Q.: Peter found a gray cat while he was cruizing space and thought it would be a perfect surprise for you. It was, and even more so when she ate a burglar that tried to force you out of the apartment. Upon asking the Avengers for help, Thor declared that it was a flerken. You still loved her with all your heart and refused to part with her, even if the others said she was dangerous. Her name is Hermione.

T'Challa: No pets.

Eddie/Venom: You cannot keep pets in the same apartment Venom is in, it is just impossible. So no pets. You tried a goldfish once, but it was gone the next morning, even after telling Venom not to eat it multiple times, so you decided to give up. 

Nat: She owns a completely black ferret, and the little critter carries the name Bullet. She’s feisty like her momma.

Wanda: Wanda has a black and white cat called Pippin. She's a Ragdoll and she is an absolute lovebug and loves to cuddle with everyone. She is almost constantly purring and she spends most of her days walking around the tower to see if anyone would pet her. If you are doing pushups you can be damn sure that she is sitting on your back, purring in a few minutes. No exceptions. Napping on the couch? Soon you have a purring roll next to your head. Or arm. Or leg. Wherever there is room.

A/n: I’m clearing my book list in Wattpad and an ancient volume of Marvel oneshots and found this and a couple of other works there, and I’m posting them here. But they will probably be my only Marvel ones I will write.

I will post a few probably today.

do you by any chance have a wattpad account or book?

Yes! My Wattpad is TheSpottedCreature, and you can find all of my writing there! I have only moved a tiny portion of it to Tumblr. ;)