a short little fluff piece because prior to writing this i got severely depressed because of some personal matters, but i wanted to post something for you all to enjoy 😁
for those who dont know, mary sue is a character trope for someone who's practically perfect in everything they do to the point its almost irritating but it comes with good hijinks soooo ye HAHAHAH
highschool!au hirai momo x reader
disclaimer/s : none, just wholesome fluff
You were seen as the most well-rounded student of your highschool. Not only were you president of the student council, MVP for the baseball team, member of the school's dance society, and offering tutoring sessions for your friends and classmates, but you were the top of the class too.
It was almost irritating how amazing you were and your friends loved to tease you for it.
You walk into the classroom, uniform and hair perfectly kept, always looking your best. A small group of other girls from other classes fawning over you outside the classroom. You smile at them and wave curtly, and the mere polite action is enough to set them all off.
synopsis: you, an assassin, find out you’ve been married to another assassin for the better half of a decade.
tags: mr. & mrs. smith inspired ; assassin!au ; momo runs you over with a car ; it got really soft, i’m not sorry ; smut ; angst ; fluff ; violence warning ; mentions of guns ; anything else i’ve missed ; not proofread!!
Summary: A story of Y/N and Kate growing up together and eventually falling for each other.
Warnings: Mentions of Character Death, Fluff, some Sensual Touching, Comfort, Mutual Pining, and some Swearing
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: I really like writing Kate, but I’ve held off on writing her a solo story because she’s not popular like Wanda and Natasha, which is a bit frustrating, I won’t lie; regardless, I hope you enjoy this story! I was really passionate about this one!
You have been best friends since you were babies. So many fond memories over so many years collected in the scrapbooks your parents and Kate’s parents created for you both. From when you were only a couple of months old when you were in your crib with a stuffed fox lying right next to you as if it were protecting you from the darkness. How about the time you and Kate first met? You had become a master at crawling, and your small baby brain wanted to explore the living room since everything was bright and colorful; you were investigating the plastic rabbit toy that had been left out of the toy box when you encountered Kate sitting down. Kate saw you approaching and thought the best course of action was to slap you the moment you approached. She walloped you…well, as hard as a baby could anyway, and you bawled your eyes out, which Kate also did in turn. Your parents loved teasing you and Kate about that day.
After that day, you and Kate were always around one another, almost like sisters, but not quite. You and she are tightly knit - like you two always said as kids: “Birds of a feather flock together.” Kate was an only child and was often lonely when her parents were out hosting events, so your parents offered to take Kate and have you two have some grand sleepover that involved eating so much sugar you would get sick. There was hardly a time when you weren’t together; you were inseparable from her - stuck together like glue, as your parents would say. They have not seen such close companionship in quite some time; no matter how long you two were together, you would never tire of her company.
When you were six years old, you attended Kate’s birthday party and, of course, stuck by Kate’s side, bouncing in the bounce house, playing all the silly birthday games, eating cake, and most of all, enjoying your best friend’s company, talking about the latest episode of Pokemon amongst other stuff all afternoon until nightfall. You thoroughly remember a few minutes before you left; Kate pulled you up, gave you the biggest bear hug she could muster, and quickly pecked your cheek before giggling like a fool. When asked what that was for, Kate shrugged, “I dunno!” You wanted to ask her more, but your mom had to leave; she had an early shift the next day, and it was getting late.
5 Times People Think You and Kate Are Dating (and the One Time They’re Right)
(A/N) ah, another 5+1 fic bc it’s been forever since my last (only other) one and bc im not feeling smut tonight alskdf i’ve been pampered the past few days outside of work so i just wanted something,,, fluffy? imagine that. anyway, habits is still coming soon, just working on the second half over again bc i, uh, kinda hated how i wrote it so!!!!!!!!!! i hope by the end of this week i’ll have it out and ready for your eyes! for now pls enjoy my other hyperfixation
Rating: M (Mature, just ‘cause it’s got some intense triggering themes)
Warnings: Mentions of childhood abuse/torture/experimentation; Evil Botanist?; Best Friends to Lovers; Fluff with Angst; Mentions of Death/Dead ppl; R is kinda like poison ivy w her powers just ‘cause i thought it would be a cute contrast w kate
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 7.3k
Synopsis: Everyone just seems to think you and your best friend are dating. You really cannot imagine why.
You never knew what happened to your real parents, or how Gaia Incorporations got a hold of you. Just that you were very young when it happened, and that with the loss of your birth certificate, finding them was nothing short of impossible. Gaia Inc was, until Stark Industries took over, the number one clean energy resourcing company in the world. They paved the way to combat pollution and climate change. On the surface, they were doing amazing things for the world.
The thing about light, though, is that it always casts a shadow – and in the shadow, the darkest of monsters lurk. Doctor Bhast’s anti-human rhetoric led to some dangerous experiments. Experiments that would, eventually, lead to the creation of three mutant children with the ability to harness the natural world.
Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the book editor of a North American multinational corporation. You, as her assistant, are obliged to do all her bidding. And that includes marrying her when the redhead is in danger of being deported back to Sokovia. But it's all good. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
Word count: 5.279 || Pronouns: she/her
Warnings: fake dating, blackmail, nudity (no smut), swearing
So, I was gonna post this on Thursday but I was so excited to share the end of this series with you so here it is! This is the fluffiest chapter so far, I think, so I hope you enjoy it 😊
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Summary: After falling in love with the Black Widow's sister, there are some things you need to keep hidden. Secrets, however, never last long.
Another story for my lovely friend? Yes, that's right! I never wrote for Yelena so that was kind of complicated, but I hope it didn't turn out horribly hahaha hope you like it @somewhatgreatexpectations, happy birthday again!
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Ever since you joined the team, you’ve grown closer to Natasha Romanoff with more ease than with the others.
Of all the Avengers, Nat is the one with the personality most similar to yours, your little jokes and sarcastic comments matching the other. In addition, you also worked in sync, being an almost perfect duo in combat.
summary: Anthony is looking for a wife when his plans take a turn but for better or for worse is the question? (request)
includes: friends to enemies to lovers, a little bit of heartbroken Anthony, a happy ending and Bridgerton brother moments
word count: 3.1k+
a/n: it's a long one but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it! warning but it is not edited, I have an exam tomorrow but I wanted to get at least one request out for everyone <3 (not my gif!)
Y/n had been sitting there for no more than two minutes before the man she was waiting for walked in. She was not exactly sure how he called upon her asking to meet him at the tea shop. At this time it was almost empty, only a few mama’s and their daughters occupied tables.
As Anthony Bridgerton walked in, all eyes were on him. Of course everyone knew of the rakes decision to find a wife this season and what mama wouldn’t want their daughter marrying a Bridgerton. That’s when it hit y/n, the reason Anthony has asked her here. She has heard talk of him interviewing lady’s left and right trying to find a suitable wife and the social season had yet to officially start.
Everything is going well until something grabs a hold of your ankles and pulls you down a dark hallway with brutal force. You scream in your surprise, your jaw hits the cold ground with force and you feel blood sprunt in your mouth as you desperately try to find purchase in one of the many door frames that you’re being dragged by.
You manage to turn around and even though you feel the rope around your ankles now you can’t really see anything or what is pulling you.
“I need a little help.” You call out on your coms but when no one responds you really do grow worried. “Does anyone copy?!”
You collide with a wall as your captor turns a corner and your coms are down. You try for the knife on your belt and when you have it on your hands you hit another wall, hands first and the knife goes flying out of your reach.
“Son of a bitch!” You hit another wall, another corner and you really have no idea of how you’re gonna get out of this one.
…
The mission is a success, Sharon has the intel they came to retrieve and Natasha has the leader of this terrorist group unconscious and tied up on the jet but you’re still radio silent.
“Agent Seventeen, come in.” Natasha says again but no one answers. “Agent Seventeen, come in.”
“We have eight minutes before we’re surrounded.” Sharon tells her and Natasha knows because she was the one who delayed the alarms herself when they first got here, she knows how long they have before they have local police on their sixes.
“Something is wrong.” She says as she checks her gun again and stripes an extra magazine on her belt.
“You don’t know that. She can be on her way, you can miss her.” Sharon insists as she puts away the tablets she retrieved and makes her way to the pilot’s seat.
“If she comes back, leave. I’ll make my way back on my own.”
“Natasha.” Sharon insists as she turns on the engines. “We have to wait for the rest of the team. She might be with them.”
“Testing line 06, come in.”
“Line 06 secure. I hear you loud and clear.” Sharon confirms but when she looks over her shoulder Natasha is no longer on the jet.
…
“This floor is clear. She’s not here.” Is the first thing that Steve tells her when she finds him. She has seven minutes to find you and Steve and Wanda are already helping her look for you.
“Carter is starting up the jet. Where is Wanda?” Natasha asks as she runs up the stairs, Steve hot on her heels.
“Fourth floor is clear. She’s not here. On my way to the third.” Wanda’s voice comes through their coms and Natasha curses under her breath.
“She was supposed to meet me in the back door. I only lost sight of her for a minute.” Steve urgently says before he uses his shield to break a doorknob.
“Agent Seventeen. Come in.” Natasha tries for you again but your coms are still down and fear is quickly taking over her. What if something happened to you? What if you were taken? What if she never sees you again? What if you’re gone before she could tell you that she loves you? What if she waited too long?
“Damn it! Agent Seventeen, please come in!” She tries again and Steve frowns by her side as they both pretend that her voice didn’t just break. He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to you either. More than a teammate and more than Natasha’s girlfriend, you are like a little sister to him and all the others. If anything happened to you, they’d all be devastated.
When they enter the third floor they find Wanda fighting an oversized man that’s wearing a uniform similar to Steve’s but Wanda takes him out with a powerful blast that showers the entire floor in red and renders the man unconscious.
“Is she here?” Natasha asks, her eyes scanning the room desperately now and Wanda nods as she turns around to open another door to their left.
“She’s here.” Wanda confirms because she can feel your presence close but you’re nowhere in sight.
“M’here.” You groan from the ground and you see your girlfriend run to your side, her eyes glassy and a deep frown on her forehead.
“What happened?” She asks before falling to her knees by your side. Your mouth is bleeding and your entire body is aching, but you’re alive and Natasha is here.
“Are you okay?” Steve asks next and Natasha cruddles your head in her lap, you can see how worried she’s grown in those five minutes that you went dark, however involuntarily.
“Nothing’s broken.” You tell him, your hand on Natasha’s cheek as she desperately tries to compose herself. You don’t know what went through her head in those five minutes but you can almost take a guess by the look of utter relief on her face. “I’m okay.” You tell her and she nods.
“We need to go.” Wanda reminds you all and Steve takes you in his arms before you make your way out to the jet.
…
You sleep for most of the trip back to the Tower and when you wake up you’re in a clean bed with Natasha sleeping right next to you, her arm around you keeping you close.
You notice the bandages on your shoulder, your wrist, your ankles and the patch on your jaw, and every inch of your body is practically aching.
“Hey, babe.” Natasha says and she presses a soft kiss to your cheek. You can barely see her due to the darkness in the room but you can hear the relief in her voice. “How do you feel?”
“Like I was dragged through the floor by a Hydra brute.” You tell and she presses a kiss to the corner of your lips, her hand on your stomach sneaking underneath your robe. “Hey.” You call her out but her face is already tucked in your neck as her shoulders shake lightly. She’s crying and your heart is breaking.
“I thought - ”
“I’m fine.” You interrupt her and with a hand on her shoulder you push her until she looks up and you can wipe her tears with your thumb. “I’m right here. I might be bruised and pissed off at that guy, but I’m here and I’m fine. I’m alive.”
“If anything had happened to you.” She says but with a firm pull on her shirt you bring her close enough to press your lips against hers in a slightly aggressive kiss.
“You can’t think like that.” You tell her, mostly because none of you are safe. All of you put your lives out there daily because that’s the job and the lives of civilians will always come before your own. That’s the mission and the mission always comes first for any of you.
“I love you.” She tells you in a rush, as if the words have been stuck behind her teeth for a while and you smile at her because she looks honestly shocked to have utter them.
“Well, good.” You tell her and kiss her again.
“That’s all you’re going to say?” She asks and you smile as a look of pure indignation passes over her face.
“I love you too, you needy beast.” You shove her and the smile that spreads on her lips almost makes you forget that you’re in the medbay and the only reason why she’s telling you this now is because for a moment today she thought that you might be gone.
“I was so worried.” She tells you and you kiss her forehead, keeping your lips pressed against her skin there for a little while.
“I know. I’m sorry, baby.” You tell her and when she kisses you it feels a little more normal. “And I’m only a little bit sorry about what I’m gonna say but I kinda don’t regret that you now know what it feels like when you go dark like that.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” She says and she kisses your cheek again before getting a bit more comfortable on your pillow.
“Thank you.” You tell her and you hear shuffling somewhere close, which makes you look up and you smile at what you see.
A couple of lounge chairs have been brought inside your room and Wanda, Steve, Sharon, Sam and Bucky are sleeping on them.
“They insisted.” Natasha says, her lips close to your ear and your heart aches at the sight of these guys. “They love you too.”
“Oh, shut it.” You tell her and she chuckles, her arm pulling you a bit closer to her. You groan and shut your eyes, and damn it! “I love them too.”
Natasha chuckles again and you allow it because this day could have ended a lot different if Wanda didn’t stop that guy. You’re all here and Natasha loves you and you love her. It’s all good.
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Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the book editor of a North American multinational corporation. You, as her assistant, are obliged to do all her bidding. And that includes marrying her when the redhead is in danger of being deported back to Sokovia. But it's all good. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: fake dating, blackmail, nudity (no smut), swearing [pronouns: not used]
Hi, everyone! It is with great joy that I announce another series! 🤩 Yes, after I said I'd finish the others first, only God can judge me.
This one is special, though. This is my humble contribution to The Happy Bookish Bunch March Movie Madness 2022, an event created on the discord server of the wonderful @missmonsters2 💕
I have always loved this movie and adapting it into a fanfic is being a lot of fun! So much so that this was supposed to be an oneshot but I can't stop myself oops 😬
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to check out the #THBBMarchMovieMadness2022 for more movie inspired stories!
You had been best friends with Benedict for as long as you can remember, your relationship forged during the years your mothers were preoccupied with the youngest children and your fathers were busy instilling leadership qualities in the eldest children. It seemed to be a perfect match for a future marriage, or so everyone had thought. However, your first season had come and gone and Benedict had not been as active a participant as his mother had hoped he would be. You had left London betrothed to someone else and that was that.
But news about your disastrous betrothal reaches Aubrey Hall in the spring. And it changes everything.
A/N: Comments always appreciated! This is friends to lovers (standard fare from me, lol) but also really heavy on Bridgerton family back and forth because I can’t get enough of it.
requested by anon (thank you!) : the first time you enter your home as a family of three.
note : i'm not exactly sure if i like how this turned out and it's shorter than usual but it's super cute i promise 🥺
warnings : fluff, breastfeeding
*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡
You woke up early in the morning at the sound of the softly cooing baby sleeping in the bassinet next to your bed.
The sun was just starting to raise and warm sun rays were enveloping the baby as she was slowly starting to wake up too. Probably because she was hungry or because she somehow sensed that today was going to be her first day at home. She was just as sick of being in the hospital as you.
You looked around the room, Sebastian was sleeping in a chair next to the bed. You were glad he had fallen asleep, he helped a lot with the baby while you were getting rest from the soo long birth you had just given and you were beyond thankful.
Quietly lifting yourself into a sitting position, you took the small babygirl in your arms and whispered sweet nothings to smooth her a little before she starts crying and wake Sebastian up. Luckily, she found your breast and started having her breakfast.
It has been 15 minutes since you started feeding her when Seb woke up. His eyes were full of sleep but a smile grew on his face as he saw his girls together, golden color littering their skins.
"Hi, sleepyhead." You chuckled, smiling wide at the man in front of you.
"Hi, love." He murmured before extending his hand to caress the soft cheek of the baby in your embrace. "And how are you, my sweet girl? Sebastian asked, the question was referred to his daughter but it was going to pass some time before she starts to talk so you answered from her name.
"Little missy wanted to eat, it's been like 15 minutes now and it seems like she is still really hungry!" You laughed, looking at how eagerly she was drinking the milk spilling in her mouth.
"I can't wait to get her home." He muttered, eyes full of adoration at the sight of the small bundle of joy you two had created.
"Me too, Seb." You smiled lovingly. Only three hours left at the hospital and you would finally be in your home.
"Okay, baby let's get you home!" Sebastian exclaimed enthusiastically as he waited for you to get in the back seat so you can take the baby from the baby carrier and secure her in her own car seat. After everything was secured, you were ready to get going.
The car drive was silent because the tiny human in the back was asleep and none of you wanted to wake her up. But by the time you reached home she was fully awake and her curious eyes were scanning the interior of the car.
"You are just like your dad! Curious and stubborn!" You chuckled.
"Hey! Don't talk to her about me like that!" Sebastian protested making you laugh even more.
When you reached your home, you let Sebastian take the baby in his arms as you got out of the car. You opened the front door and walked inside, smiling at how small your little girl looked in Sebastian's embrace.
"Welcome home, missy!" You and Sebastian softly said in one voice.
"This is going to be your home with mommy and daddy, baby." You talked softly as you were tenderly tickling the sides of her belly.
"Daddy and mommy love you very much." Sebastian kissed the top of her head before planting a quick kiss on your lips.
You couldn't keep your hands off her, she was soo precious. When you finished washing the dishes after dinner you made your way to the nursery only to find Sebastian staring at the sleeping baby in the crib. He smiled when you stood next to him.
"You have no idea how happy you both make me." He whispered, his gaze moving to you, eyes big and glossy.
"I love you. Both of you." You whispered back, kissing his cheek. "Let her sleep love, she won't go anywhere."
"I know... It's just... I feel like something is going to take her away from me." You hugged him and his head fell into the crook of your neck.
"No one is going to take her from us, baby... Now let's get some sleep before she wakes us." You kissed his neck and he nodded in agreement.
It was the first day you entered your house, which you two shared together as a family of three and you couldn't be happier with the way your life turned out.
Summary: Y/n and Wanda’s relationship was pretty much nonexistent after their break up, or at least it would be if they didn’t share custody of their dog, Fido.
Word Count: 3,256
Genre: Angst w/ a happy ending
Requested?: No
Warnings: Injury of an animal, Mentions of emotional cheating, Mentions of sex
A/N: To the five people that missed me, I’m baccck! I wanted to write at least one more Wanda fic before she breaks our hearts again this week. I hope you guys enjoy!
Your break up with Wanda was…messy to say the least. You weren’t oblivious to the problems you two had, you kinda saw the breakup coming, but still.
Between you being ‘the most stubborn person in the galaxy’ Wanda’s words which happened to cause multiple bad decisions that led to fights, and Wanda having this “connection” with the resident robot of the Avengers, it was only a matter of time.
After one two many screaming matches that lasted till 2 am, you two called it quits.
Fast forward a few months, and now Wanda was together with the toaster, while you swore off commitment for the foreseeable future and opted to bring home any girl that you could. Neither one of you was happy with the other’s next step, but of course neither one of you said anything.
In fact, the only reason you two still interacted at all was because you were teammates that lived in the same compound. Sometimes it was inevitable for the greater good to be civil, but beyond that, you had no reason to talk.
…Well, there was one other reason. Your dog, Fido.
a/n: a little short bit that wasn’t technically requested but anon asked me if i could start writing for bridgerton and hey presto here i am! hope u enjoy a bit of angst xoxo
There were many things you loved about the Ton. You had to admit that you loved the parties, the elegance, the dresses… it had been your whole life. And yet you still weren’t particularly ready for what you had spent your whole life training for.
You were due to be wed in two weeks time.
It had been announced today. You husband-to-be had just left your house. You were glad that someone had proposed in all honesty, and you were glad that your whole life leading up to this point hadn’t been for nothing and that he was a good enough man but, at the same time, you were completely and utterly bereft. After all, your heart belonged to another. Eloise Bridgerton.
You were sure she didn’t even know it, but she had your heart all the same. And there was nothing you could do.
(Y/N) Bridgerton had been out all evening with her sister in laws, Kate and Daphne, at Lady Danbury’s card evening. It was one of the few times they could leave their families behind and have some fun without fear of judgement, also (Y/N) happened to be an amazing cards player returning home with a large winnings. But this was also night that their husbands were left in charge of the children, this included meals and putting them to bed. While Simon and Anthony had relied on nursemaids and nannies Benedict had dismissed most of their staff to spend the evening alone with his four children.
George Edmund Bridgerton was 7 with his father’s looks and his mothers sense of humour. He had been followed by Violet Eloise Bridgerton, 5, who had an attidude to match her aunt but was really a sweet girl who worshiped the ground her father walked on. Next came Sophia Anne Bridgerton, 3, who almost completely took after her mother in every way. The most recent addition was 2 month old James Anthony.
The evening had been entertaining with games and stories, but Benedict had managed to get them all clean and into bed without as much fuss as he thought he’d face. Although he’d faced complaints that his hugs weren’t as good as their mothers or that his wife would let them stay up later. He’d chuckled at them all and stayed until they all fell into peaceful slumbers.
This was short lived and led to the scene a tipsy (Y/N) Bridgerton walked in on. Her shirtless husband standing in the window of their bedroom cradling baby James against his chest. The baby had woken up in floods of tears with a slight fever, which was probably to do with the cold all the children had had recently. Benedict was singing quietly to his son as the baby stared up at him with big eyes taking in his father’s features. It was fair to say that (Y/N)’s heart metled.
“Good Evening my handsome boys” (Y/N) said quietly wandering over to them, Benedict gave her a crooked smile.
“Someone missed their mama” he chuckled handing the baby over to his mother allowing her to cradle her baby to her chest.
“Will you keep singing to us?” (Y/N) asked her husband who nodded taking them both in his arms.
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