i was so lucky to be paired with @cate-deriana
for the @ichirukibigbang collab! just reading the summary of her story really excited me and now it’s done! i hope i did your fic justice cate, it really touched me ❤
(and i’m so sorry i took so long sometimes) everyone else, i hope you enjoy our work! nwn!!!
Request: 41 & 47 please from the random dialogue ?? With newt please and thank you!! And if you don’t mind please let me know when it’s done :) (Random Dialogue Prompts)
It was terribly quiet in the flat as you waited for Newt to come home, curled up in a chair by the fireplace. The rain pelted against the windows and the roof; it was all you could hear aside from the crackle of the fire and the sounds of your own breathing, which was steadily growing faster as the storm continued to worsen.
Normally, you would just go into Newt’s case and wait it out, either laying on the hammock in his shed or going out to one of the many habitats, often accompanied by Dougall. The demiguise could easily sense your stress and was at your side in an instant, wrapping himself around your torso. You longed for that now, but with both Newt and his case gone, you were left alone with the storm, waiting for the worst.
Unease creeped up your spine as you watched the clouds, looking for a sign of the lightning that almost always accompanied these storms, and dreading it. You despised the fear bubbling up within you, wishing you could just sit back and enjoy the rain like so many others could, but instead, you were caving in, hugging yourself in an attempt to stay together.
Warnings: mostly fluff, light cursing, mentions of divorce, a tiny bit of self-loathing, angst?
A/N: This was written for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge. I restarted this story who knows how many times, but I think I kinda sorta like it now? I dunno, feedback and constructive criticism would be much appreciated! It’s also the first Sam fic I’ve ever written, so I really hope I did alright!
“Ugh,” you groan. “I hate Shakespeare.”
You slam your textbook
shut and spin your chair around, turning toward Sam, who is sitting
cross-legged on your bed with all of his notes and textbooks spread out
haphazardly, the eraser end of his pencil in his mouth.
“C'mon, Y/N/N. It’s not that bad. Just a few more exams, and then we can go home for spring break,” Sam tells you.
groan once more. "I just don’t understand why we’re analyzing his
crappy writing. I already suffered through it in high school,” you
complain, turning back to your desk to glare at your notes.
Sam quietly chuckles, a small grin appearing on his face, and shakes his head at your frustration.
Pairing: (Teen) Sam Drake x Reader Words: 904 Warnings: teenage shenanigans lmao Request: (From Anon) Hc: Sam sometimes sneaks into Y/n’s school and classicaly they end up making out in the janitor’s closet. Bonus if y/n goes to a Catholic school and they get caught in the act 😂😂 A/N: GUYS it’s my birthday!!! lol here’s one small something for the night. i might post something a little later if i get it done on time, but for now, here you go :)
Of course. The halls by the locker rooms are always deserted at lunchtime. How Sam knows that is beyond you, considering the well-known fact that he isn’t even a student at your school. You know how he snuck the note into your notebook last night, however, even if you didn’t see it for yourself. Slick bastard.
It’s no secret to most of your schoolmates who you’ve maintained a three month relationship with. Sam has a reputation in town; and not necessarily the good kind. Everyone who is anyone knows who he is. Samuel Morgan, “rebel without a cause,” as the girls put it, which you highly disagree with now.
Sam has always, always had a cause. Everything he does is with reason. And though you know and have witnessed the more questionable decisions he has made, your mind drifts back to what keeps him moving forward. Ambition driven from love and care.
But now? Well, it’s a whole different story. Just two teenagers being two teenagers.
You’ve dismissed yourself from your table in the cafeteria. You tread carefully along the halls in the basement leading to the locker rooms, eyes searching the empty space for a certain messy-haired boy. When you round the corner, you manage to catch but a glimpse of him before he has grabbed you by your wrist and whirls you towards him. He laughs heartily in your ear, stirring butterflies in your stomach and a smile tugging at your lips.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” you ask him through a grin, arms draped around his shoulders.
“Hi to you, too,” he quips. He holds you to him by a firm grip on your waist, leaning in closer for a kiss you’ve already tilted your chin up for.
A sound coming from the other end of the hallway causes the two of you to jump, however. You stare up at him, eyes wide and wary, before you’ve both stepped toward the corner to peer at whoever it may be.
No one. Whoever it was must have turned in the other direction.
Sam tugs you back towards him, nudging you along down the hall. “How about we go some place more private, huh?”
You chuckle as step after him. “I’m not leaving the school, jackass.”
He scoffs in mock offence. “You wound me, Y/N.” But he stops in front of the janitor’s closet between an empty classroom and another row of lockers, grinning at you suggestively. “But I do take your preferences into consideration.”
Gave Sweetz some touch ups and returned to my love of Pastel Orange! It was my birthday today and the Luna I received from a friend was very lucky! I got a pair of the new pvp wings, a chest and yesterday the weapon. It has been a very good day :)
Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Scott Lang x Reader
Request: Hi doll ♥
Can you do one for me where some two avengers (maybe steve and sam) asks you on
a date but you refuse because you have feelings for scott? And then you tell
him about your feelings and he tells you that he likes you as well? Tnx ♥ -Anonymous
A/N: This one was
so much fun to write –I mean, who wouldn’t dream about all the three S’s to have
feelings for you? Yeah, exactly. I’m still slightly struggling with my block so sorry if it’s abrupt in some parts, but oh well, I hope you like
the fic xx
“Hey Y/N,” I heard
a soft voice chuckling behind me as I was trying to reach a bowl for my cereals.
I turned around and saw Sam leaning against the kitchen’s counter, smirk on his
“Oh- morning pigeon,”
I let out a soft laughter. “Now that you are here, could you please be my
Prince Charming and give me a hand with that bowl,” I flashed him my puppy
face, pointing at the top shelf, “I’m too short to reach it.”
“Hey, you know I’d do
anything for you,” he winked, making me roll my eyes with a laughter as he
grabbed the bowl easily, handing it to me. “So, Y/N, I was just wondering if
you are free ton-“
“Nope,” I shook my
head, taking the bowl from his hands. “For the hundredth time, I’m not going on a
date with you Sammy.”
“On a date?” He
let out a nervous laughter as he waved his hand, trying to look carefree. “I wasn’t
going to ask you on a date.”
“Oh is that so?” I
kicked my eyebrow, pouring milk to my cereals.
he started, yet his sentence got cut short by my surprised exclamation, as I
felt someone’s hands on my hips.
“Need for a helping hands over here?” I heard Steve’s voice chuckling behind me. “I am supersoldier after all, doll.”
Laughing, I shook
my head, before pushing Steve further from me. “Thank you, Cap, but I think I
can protect myself better than well.”
“Yes, she can,”
Sam notified, glaring at Steve over the counter. “We were at the middle of
“Yeah, I noticed,”
Steve kicked his eyebrow, “but I have a question for Y/N before I let you
“Oh no, you don’t,”
Sam shook his head with warning tune in his voice, “keep walking grandpa, she’s not
“Umm, guys?” I
harrumphed, glancing at both of the men in turns, yet let out a confused sigh
as they kept ignoring me.
“We talked about
this, Sam,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “If she says no to me-“
“No, I was
supposed to ask first,” Sam shook his head, pointing at me. “We threw the coin-“
“And I got the
heads so I’m first-“
“Guys,” I called
out, more demandingly.
“No, tails were
the winning side-“
“Oh, for Christ’s
sake,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“What’s up with
those two?” I heard a laugh coming behind me, and turned around to see Scott
standing at the doorway, amused expression on his sleepy face.
“I have no idea,”
I breathed out with soft laugher. “But it seems that they are fighting over me.”
“Not again,” he
laughed rolling his eyes, before pouring himself a cup of coffee.
frowned, my mouth full of cereals. “This has happened before?”
“Oh, you bet,”
Scott nodded, smirking. “They are crazy for you.”
My eyes widening,
I glanced at the two men, who were still arguing about the winning side of the coin.
“But I don’t-,” I frowned,
rubbing my face with my hand, “oh god no.”
“Two of the
coolest Avengers have a crush on you and you are staving them off?” Scott
raised his eyebrow. “Wow- impressive.”
“No, it’s not like
that,” I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair. “I just kind of,” I let
out a nervous laughter, “I have someone else in mind, you know?”
“Oh yeah,” he laughed,
squinting his eyes slightly with a smile. “So, tell me a little bit more about this lucky guy of yours.”
“Well, he’s very funny,” I felt a smile rising to my lips, “he always
says something stupid in the worse situations as possible, yet I think that’s
just adorable”, I glanced at him carefully, with soft laugh, “and he’s always
making everyone feel good about themselves and he truly cares about the people
“Wow, sounds like
a great guy,” Scott nodded with a slight frown. “But Falcon and Captain America,
do you really think he’s-”
“Believe me when I
say, he’s way more cooler than those two idiots,” I laughed, nipping my bottom
lip between my teeth, “he just doesn’t seem to know that by himself.”
“Maybe he just
needs someone to show him that,” Scott raised his eyebrow, before nodding his
head determinedly, smile on his lips. “Yeah, definitely, I think you should
kiss the guy. You know, next time when you see him just pull him to you and
smack your lips against his.”
“Like this?” I
took a deep breath before pulling him closer to me by his t-shirt and pressed
my lips against his.
For my surprise,
Scott kissed me back immediately. He laid his coffee cup to the counter, before
laying his hands to my hips to pull me even closer to him, making the kiss
deeper. Yet a loud exclamation coming from next to us made me pull away from
him, bright smile on my lips.
called out, looking purely shocked. “Y/N? Seriously? Antsy?”
biting my lip as I glanced at brightly smiling Scott.
“Looks like we
lost the game, pal,” Steve let out a confused laughter, patting Sam’s back with
his hand. “Come on.”
“I kind of feel
bad for them,” I grinned, turning back to Scott as Steve had dragged protesting
Sam out of the kitchen.
“Wow, no one has
ever said that they feel bad after kissing me,” Scott joked, making me roll my
eyes with a laughter.
“No, I didn’t mean
that,” I laughed, as he pulled me closer to him. “Kissing you felt,” I bit my
lip, trying my best to find the right adjective. “It felt great.”
frowned. “Great? I was waiting for something more like mind-blowing or even fantastic,
but great? Ouch.”
“Oh shut up, Scott,”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Why won’t you tell me how it felt since you are
such a Shakespeare?”
“Maybe I should
just show you,” he chuckled, tugging my hair gently behind my ear, before pulling
me into another deep yet gentle kiss.
HELLO GUYS HOW ARE YOU TODAY BECAUSE I’M PRETTY GREAT MY WHOLE LIFE HAS JUST BEEN CHANGED.
So a couple of weeks ago I bought myself a pair of army surplus BDU trousers for a cosplay (I know, I know, guess which cosplay). I’ve been wearing them around ever since because of how comfy and sturdy they are, and how many things I can fit in my pockets while wearing them (my phone! My wallet! My keys! I don’t even have to carry a handbag anymore when I do my grocery shopping!). But only today did the full implication of the pocket situation come home to me.
That right there, if you’ll excuse the damp-hair-no-makeup look, is an ordinary B format paperback, very normal size and shape, half the books on my shelves look just like it. It’s due back at the library today, so I thought I’d head down to the park and finish off the last couple of chapters before dropping it off. How annoying, I thought. Everything else I need to carry with me fits in my pockets, and since I’m not going anywhere special I don’t really feel like taking a handbag, but if I’m taking a book with me for a walk I’ll need something to carry it in…
OH WAIT. IT FITS.
Paging @just-tea-thanks is this how you live all the time? How many book-sized pockets do you have in your uniform?? Are there more in the jacket as well???
Prompt: Antoine, after advancing to the Euros semifinals, sets to comfort the reader, whose NT wasn’t as lucky.
Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Reader
Gif credit goes to the owner, since I couldn’t find the source.
He engulfed her into a hug as soon as he saw it was her standing outside his hotel room. It was obvious. It wasn’t just the fact that since their game ended, she hadn’t answered any of his calls or returned any of his texts that gave it away; it was the fact that she was Italian, and that she was Matteo Darmian’s sister.