It feels a little surreal but oh so satisfying to hold one of my own products in my hands, even if it is just Redbubble. Now if someone steals my mug I will go after them with a special kind of vengeance.
To anyone else who has bought something from my store, be it pillows or T-shirts, feel free to send photos my way. I’d love to share them!
Prompt: “We live on the same floor and the dorm between ours always has REALLY loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at two am do you want this last bite of ice cream?” aka the college AU that grew legs and went for a walk.
Warnings: only a few minor curses
Word Count: 5k
A/N: University AUs are a favourite of mine and this prompt was too good to ignore. It was supposed to be short, but as you can see, I got a little carried away… I hope you like it! :)
(Allison is alive because fuck Jeff Davis.)
The first night, you were woken by the sound of a headboard banging against a wall. You tried turning over and burying your head in the pillows, but the loud noise just persisted until you were left completely conscious.
Groaning, you sat up. After glancing at your phone and discovering it was only a little after 1am, you swung your legs from the bed and pulled on a large hoodie. You debated knocking on your neighbour’s apartment, but decided against it - just because you weren’t getting any, it didn’t mean you had to ruin their fun.
After slipping on a pair of shoes, you grabbed your laptop and decided to go for a little walk. As tempting as staying in bed sounded, you really didn’t want to have to listen to your neighbours having sex, and there were other things you could be doing.
The corridors were desolate, students behind each closed door, undoubtedly busy with things like sleeping or studying. Seeing as your dorm building had a communal lounge, you headed in that direction and quickly set up camp at a small table in the back corner. You dumped your laptop on the desk and made use of the drinks machine to fix yourself up with a hot chocolate before going back at your table and beginning to browse the internet.
You didn’t have a plan, per say, but reckoned your neighbour wouldn’t take more than half an hour to…finish. You would just stay in the lounge for that long, reply to a few emails, scroll through out-dated social media, relax. You’d had a busy week and having a little time to catch up online didn’t sound so bad.
As time began to slip by, you became less and less aware of those around you. The night grew darker and the lounge grew quieter, people draining out until you were almost completely alone.
Absorbed in your laptop’s luminescent screen, you gasped loudly when a photo of one of your friends getting proposed to appeared on your feed, completely unable to contain the surprised exclamation. You slammed the mug on the table, pulling out your phone and immediately going to call her. You couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to tell you - you’d known Allison for years, and she’d just, what? forgotten to inform you of her engagement? It was completely unacceptable.
“Answer, goddamnit!” You growled, glaring at your phone when it went straight to voicemail. You were beginning to construct an angry - yet supportive - text message when a voice cut through the air.
“Y’know, people don’t normally answer their phones at,” the stranger paused, presumably checking the time, “2am.”
Summary: Y/N is a private investigator who just happens to be really good friends with Natasha Romanoff. Natasha and a certain star-spangled-man-with-a-plan come to her with a case that has y/n spending a lot of time with said blue-eyed-puppy-dog-in-human-form, and accidental feelings happen.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings: fluff, a very small bit of angst followed by more fluff, Steve is a sweetheart, mentions of sex? lemme know if you want a smut part 2!
Word Count: 2684
"Just a sec!“ y/n called out through her apartment as she made her way to the door, gracefully leaping over files and scattered notes that littered the floor of her living room. She had been working on a case when someone knocked on her door. She glanced down at her attire, a large emerald green knit sweater that fell to her mid-thigh and black leggings, and shrugged. She glanced in the mirror next to her door at her appearance for a split second, quirking an eyebrow. She was makeup-less, and she had her hair back in a messy braid that refused to keep the stubborn strands of hair that framed her face back. She shrugged again, hoping desperately that it wasn’t a drunk husband who thinks his wife is having an affair and who simply couldn’t wait until her office days because Martha was simply acting too strange. It was nine in the morning on a Saturday, her day off, as she opened the door without looking through the peephole. She was met with the familiar sight of shoulder length red hair and a smirking blue eyes. A grin lit up y/n’s face and she stepped forward immediately to throw her arms around her friend, hugging her tightly with her eyes squeezed shut.
"You bitch, you know I went two months without girls night because you were on that mission?” Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past her lips despite trying to sound annoyed with her best friend. Nat let out a laugh of her own and rolled her eyes as she hugged y/n back tightly. She breathed in the familiar scent of rose scented perfume and coconut shampoo, mixed with the fall candles that she always had burning in her apartment.
“I see you’re working on a case,” Nat noted as she observed y/n’s apartment through her open door. Y/N pulled away slightly with a small smile and opened her own eyes and met the crystal blue irises that belonged to Captain America himself. She rose an eyebrow.
“Finishing one up actually. I see you brought me another one,” y/n said matter of factly, glancing at Natasha, who had a small smirk on her lips. She shrugged her shoulders.
Hi! This is for the Voltron family Au and I was wondering if Shiro ever got emotional seeing Pidge growing up and looking like Matt sometimes (like their appearance or something they did or say)? I mean since they were really good friends, I was wondering if sometimes Shiro just looked at Pidge and was reminded of Matt? And just got very emotional?? because Pidge is a small female Matt sometimes?? Also, all your Aus are amazing and I aspire to write as good as you! Thank you for your amazing Au!
Oh no, I’m not really that good at writing but thank you! 😭
[The Voltron Family] Saturday morning and Shiro was sat at the breakfast table, scrolling through his tablet looking up on recent breakthroughs in the medical world. Keith went down, gave Shiro his fifth morning kiss, grabbed a snack and left to go to the study room to resume his writing. Lance and Hunk popped in to kiss him goodbye before heading to football and baseball practice. Keith was driving the two boys, leaving Shiro and Pidge alone in the house. He hadn’t seen his daughter yet, most likely still asleep.
It wasn’t long until a wild Pidge sporting a bedhead appeared in the kitchen, wearing mismatched pyjamas, rubbing her tummy.
“Morning,” Pidge greeted, giving Shiro a morning peck on the lips.
“Morning, sunshine,” Shiro smiled. “There’s bacon and eggs for you.”
“Awesome,” Pidge yawned and Shiro could tell she wasn’t really awake yet.
They continued doing their own thing. Pidge sat in front of him, eating slowly in peace while Shiro continued reading, drinking his morning tea. At one point Pidge got up to make her morning milk and Shiro couldn’t help but stare at her back and notice Pidge’s resemblance to her brother, Matt.
Matt had always been a small guy with short light brown hair, exactly how Pidge’s hair was right now. Their body language, their posture, the similarity was very uncanny.
Holding a Star Wars mug, Pidge returned to the table and resumed her eating. Her glasses slowly slipped but she fixed it quickly and Shiro just had to blink. For a second, she really looked like Matt and Shiro was having mixed feelings. Genetics obviously had something to do with it, Matt and Pidge were siblings after all with a very large age gap, but everything was almost the same. The shape of their eyes, their button noses, even their lips. The only thing different was Pidge’s facial features were soft compared to Matt’s whose were sharp.
“Not a sharp as your jawline though, Shirogane! You could cut your husband’s hair with that!” Matt used to joke around with him back at the hospital.
Matt and Shiro were very close, despite having different departments. They were such a well-known duo who got paired up in operations most of the time. Matt was their best cardiac surgeon, as Shiro was their best neurosurgeon. Doctors even used to joke around that Matt was Shiro’s mistress and Keith didn’t help either as he “confirmed” the claim.
“Keith would like to say he’s the main bitch, but let’s be real, he’s just a side dish and I’m the main bitch. Ain’t that right, Takashi?” Matt would say whenever Keith visited the hospital.
All these Matt memories were resurfacing as he looked at Pidge and Shiro couldn’t help but be angry because Matt didn’t deserve it. He didn’t—
“Daddy Shiro, are you okay?” Pidge asked, voice full of alarm.
Shiro blinked and he felt a tear drop fall down his cheek and oh. He was crying. Pidge quickly got up and immediately hugged him.
“Are you having a panic attack right now?” she asked worriedly. “Should I call Daddy Keith or something? What do I have to do?”
The way Pidge sounded so worried made Shiro smile. Just like her brother. He looked down at Pidge and wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m fine.” He leaned down to kiss Pidge’s head and rested his chin on top, hugging her tightly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
Keith came back and was about to announce his arrival when he saw Shiro and Pidge hugging in the kitchen. He had no clue what was going on but he smiled and decided to leave them alone to have their moment. He could always ask his husband later.