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writershapeholeonthedoor · 8 months

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Happy Together

Pairing: Florence Pugh × Fem!Reader

Summary: A cute unplanned date night with your girlfriend, Florence

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, be aware and be kind

"Hey," Florence greeted as she walked closer to where you were leaning against the car. "You didn’t have to pick me up."

It was late. Very late, actually. There were maybe three or four cars still in the parking lot aside from yours, but there wasn’t anyone else walking around. They were probably still in the studio working, even at that ridiculous hour.

Florence's face showed her fatigue. She had cleaned her skin from the heavy makeup she had to wear on set and it was easy to spot the bags under her eyes. She was also wearing her comfortable sweatpants and a loose jacket, the same clothes she had walked out of the house earlier that day. It seemed she was a minute away from falling asleep while walking from the way she was dragging her feet.

However, as soon as she spotted you, her face lit up all at once. You could feel your chest warming up at the clear affection you could see in her expression, at the bright smile that curled her lips up, at the way she seemed taller and more alert than she had been a second ago. It was mostly dark around you two, and you wouldn’t have been able to see anything if it wasn’t for the reflectors around the parking lot, but you would be able to swear right there that Florence lit up everything around her like the sun.

When she stopped in front of you, glancing up, you realized you hadn’t replied yet. Instead of saying something yet, you cupped her jaw, tilted your head to the side, and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips. You didn’t bother to deepen it, though the simple, delicate touch was enough to make your heart race inside your chest.

When you pulled away, all smiles and warm cheeks, you wasted no time placing both hands on her waist to keep her where she was. Standing between your slightly parted legs, looking at you with those soft green eyes. Suddenly, you were in no rush to get back home. You could stay there forever with her, if needed.

"Yes, well, I wasn't going to let you get a cab this late," you replied after a few seconds.

It was past midnight the last time you checked your phone. One of the downsides of her work. When the night shots started, Florence would be in the studios for much longer than usual and, really, there were days she didn’t even know when she would be free to go home.

When she told you early that week that she would be getting back home around two or three in the morning, you were worried, of course. So, the obvious solution in your head was to make sure she would get there safely. You two didn’t live together yet, and you knew you would stay awake until she texted you to let you know she made it home, so, really, it was easier to go pick her up.

Besides, that gave you an excellent excuse to see her again. Even if you woke up together only hours ago.

Florence rolled her eyes fondly at you, a smile trying to make an appearance, before she placed a palm flat against your chest, right above your heart. Her hand stayed there for a moment, but her finger quickly started to draw the outline of your bra under your shirt. It was a move made out of habit, you knew it, but there was no stopping the shiver that ran down your spine.

"We don't need both of us to have a fucked up schedule, you know?" She said.

You shrugged. "I don't have work tomorrow, so it's not a problem." Then, because you knew she would insist that you didn’t have to be there, you kept talking: "Did you have time to eat yet?"

The grimace that took over her expression was enough to let you know the answer, but she still grumbled under her breath. "No. I literally just left the costume department to take off my clothes. We had to make, like, a million takes on the same thing," she complained and an adorable pout showed up right after.

It made you want to lean over to kiss her lips again, but you kept yourself in place offering only a smile at her. You didn’t quite understand her world - the shootings, the photoshoots, the costumes, the takes - though you loved the way her eyes shined whenever she mentioned her work.

That, of course, didn’t change the fact that, sometimes, her working schedule messed up some other aspects of her life, such as eating food and drinking water. It always made you worried whenever she told you she skipped lunch or that she totally forgot to drink water that day. You always jokingly said it was a hard task to make sure she would live another day, but, in reality, you were just constantly worried about her.

Which explained the way you physically cringed when you heard her poor explanation. "Oh, Flo," you sighed and just knew there was no point trying to talk her into healthy habits. "Well, let’s see if we can find an open restaurant, okay?"

"I'm tired." Florence pouted while drawing her hands to her shoulders and then down your arms.

"I know, but you need to eat something. We can order it to go, if you wish."

"Fine," she sighed and pulled away from you, which almost made you regret ever saying anything. "But just because I'm actually hungry."

"Get inside your carriage then, madam," you joked, adding a weird French accent in the last word, and making a quick run to the passenger's side to open the door for her.

She chuckled at you and kissed your cheek as she walked past you to enter the car. You took some precious seconds to recover from the way your heart fluttered because of the delicate kiss, but, eventually, you were able to rush to the driver's seat and take off not long after that.

"What do you wanna eat?" You asked.

"Whatever we can find open this late at night," she replied with a small shrug. "It's very late, I doubt we're going to find any open restaurants."

You would have to agree with her. You tried to keep your eyes on the road at the same time you glanced from side to side to see if you could find anything that was still working that late, but Florence's favorite places were closed, just like everywhere else. It was a bit crazy to think a city that size wouldn’t be working 24/7, but it seemed it wasn’t your lucky day because there were no restaurants still open for you to take your girlfriend for a late dinner.

Eventually, after you drove for several minutes and your frustration grew more and more, you felt Florence's hand touching your thigh to get your attention. "Let's go home, my love. I'm sure I still have some instant noodles in the cabinet."

You sighed, ready to admit your defeat. "I guess we would only find a McDonald's working this late. Sorry, babe."

Busy as you were trying to get a better look at the river mirror to change lanes so you could drive to her house, you failed to notice the face your girlfriend made. "Hmm," she hummed, tilting her head to the side as well. "I wouldn’t be opposed to McDonald's."

"Really?" You asked in surprise, throwing a quick glance at her. "McDonald's?"

"They have a vegetarian menu now," was the only thing she said before shrugging, and you really didn’t need much more to change your way to the closest McDonald's you could find.

Florence loved to eat real food, as she liked to say, and it was very unusual that she would express the wish to eat fast food like that. However, considering the other option was to go home and make instant noodles, you weren’t going to try to change her mind. Besides, you really loved good junk food.

"Fine," you relented. "But, if your mom asks, I get mad when you don't eat healthy food." To make your point, you turned your head at her, taking advantage of the red light, and made a face that was clearly you trying to have an 'I'm-Mad-Façade'.

Florence laughed loudly, throwing her head back for a moment and showing the column of her throat, before she leaned over until your noses were almost touching. What did touch you, though, was her finger poking where your eyebrows had joined thanks to your fake grimace. It made your face instantly relax and she laughed again when you pouted and looked at the street again. A second later, the light turned green and you were moving again.

"Very mad," she teased, although there was too much love in her tone for it to actually bother you. "The maddest."

You sighed dramatically. "My efforts are never acknowledged."

"They're always acknowledged, darling," Florence corrected you gently as she placed a soft hand on your thigh.

You grabbed her hand and raised it to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles, but you had to drop your light teasing with her since you had to pull into the drive-thru. "What do you want to eat?"

"Oh, I could eat an entire house," she groaned. Florence moved a bit to be able to read the bright letters as you drove in. "McPlant, the apple pie and fries."

"Anything to drink?"

"I should probably get water," Florence said, but, as you looked at her with a raised brow, she laughed. "What? At least I got the vegetarian one!"

"So that means you can drink the milkshake," you joked, already leaning over to make your order.

"That's way too much food," she commented when you moved to grab your credit card.

You shrugged. "You said you're hungry."

"But two large fries, four apple pies and nuggets?"

This time, you opened a smile at her as you waited to type your password. "I hope you enjoy the menu for our romantic date," you joked. "Very romantic," you added after putting your wallet away.

Florence rolled her eyes, but she had a big smile on her face and you couldn’t resist leaning in to give her a peck. You drove to pick up your order next and, after putting way too many things inside your car, you started driving toward her house. Florence kept talking about her day, her crazy agenda, her ongoing meetings and table readings, and you listened to her carefully as both of you stole a french fry from a bag every once in a while.

You were about a mile from her house when she tapped your arm suddenly and pointed at something. "Let's go to the park!"

"What?!" You asked without trying to hide your surprise. "Do you know how late it is?"

She glanced at you. "It's literally in front of a police station. And there’s a place to park the car."

"Are you sure you don't wanna go home?"

"I'm just trying to bring this romantic dinner to a nice location," Florence explained.

And even if you weren’t totally sure it was a good idea, you also knew you were very bad at telling her 'no'. That's why it wasn’t a surprise at all when you found yourself parking your car at the spot right under a lamppost. It was a nice park, but you already knew that. Florence takes her dog there for walks and you have joined them more than once. Even so, it looks even better at night. The fountain lit up with thousands of little lights that also made the trees and flowers around it glow as well. It was also a beautiful night. They could see the stars and the moon up in the sky, the street wasn’t awfully noisy as usual, and the few people walking around didn’t even seem to exist.

Florence apparently had intended for you two to eat inside the car, but you got out and started to put the different bags of food on top of the hood before you coaxed her outside as well. Your girlfriend looked a bit suspicious, although she didn’t offer any resistance when you helped her slide on the hood. You made a quick pause to give her a kiss, letting your hands rest on her hips for a few more seconds, and then you pushed yourself up to sit by her side, already grabbing a nugget to eat.

Florence only smiled at you, shaking her head fondly, before she reached for her burger to start eating. There, both of you talked and ate with no rush at all, talking and laughing and sharing fries. At some point, Florence had some ketchup at the corner of her mouth and you used the pad of your thumb to clean it, smiling when you noticed her cheeks turning a bit darker.

"I'm sorry," you whispered with a grin, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

"For what?" Florence asked and tilted her head to the side.

You shrugged, unsure. "Well, you're used to fancy restaurants and those complicated dishes I can't even pronounce. And here I am, making you eat McDonald's on top of the hood of my car."

Florence's hand touched your cheek before you could look away from her as you planned on doing. She waited until your eyes were locked with hers and smiled gently. "This is the most romantic dinner I ever had," she declared so certainly that there was no room left for you to doubt it even for a second. "Because it's you, and I’m so lucky to have you, darling. How lucky can I be, really, that I just got the best girlfriend in the entire world, huh?"

Feeling even more embarrassed and a bit flustered, you end up looking down. "Didn’t know you were dating yourself," you grumbled under your breath, almost low enough that Florence wouldn’t be able to hear it.

But she did, and her reaction was to laugh happily at you. Florence's body ended up leaning toward you and her forehead rested on your shoulder as her small frame shook with laughs, and you just couldn’t help but put your arm around her waist even if your cheeks felt like they were on fire. It still amazed you that you kept falling more and more in love with her as the days went by.

"Come on, let’s get you home," you said after her laughs ceased.

You tapped Florence's thigh and tried to move away, but she only leaned away enough time to place a hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss. Your lips touched gently at first, bringing a shiver down your spine, though you didn’t waste any time to slip your tongue between her parted lips. Florence sighed against your lips and that’s when you both knew it was time to break the kiss.

"You're coming with me, right?" Florence asked once she pulled away, licking her lips while brushing her thumb against your bottom lip to brush off her lipstick.

"If you wish for my outstanding presence," you joked and got an eye roll as a reply, which made you chuckle. "Anything you want, Flo."

"Let's go then," she declared. "I want to cuddle!"

"Your wish is my command, my love."

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Cooking With Flo… And Family

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

Florence is doing a Cooking with Flo when her daughter and wife join in on the fun. Based on this request

Florence Pugh Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Florence gathers her ingredients and checks on her daughter one last time before she starts her Instagram live.

Easy listening music starts playing and Florence does her intro. She dances and smiles at the camera as she enters the view.

“It’s Cooking with Flo, bitches,” Florence says. The last word comes out quieter so your young daughter doesn’t hear her from the next room.

Florence puts on her yellow apron and starts explaining what she’s going to be cooking. She’s only been going a few minutes before your daughter comes clambering up to her.

“Why hello there, darling!” Florence says to her. She puts down her cooking utensils and lifts her onto hip.

“Hi Mummy,” your daughter, Augustine, says quietly. She buries her face in Florence’s neck.

“Everyone, it looks like I’ve got some company for this Cooking with Flo. My little one here really loves being in my arms,” Florence says sweetly.

Augustine stays attached to Florence’s side as she continues to cook and talk on the live. Flo purposely asks Augustine questions and drops soft kisses to her head and cheeks.

This is the sight you come home to. You’ve been at work all day and can’t wait to see your wife and daughter.

“Oh, my wife is home!” Florence says excitedly when she hears you come inside. “She hasn’t seen my hair and I want to see her reaction.”

“Hey, baby,” you say as you enter the kitchen. You put your bags down and drop your keys on the counter.

“Hello, my love. I’m just doing a Cooking with Flo,” Florence says.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just-“ you begin but when you look at her fully you suddenly notice a difference. “What did- you cut your hair?”

You cross the room and hold her face gently. She grins at you.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Florence says.

“Wow. Florence, you’re so beautiful,” you say.

“You like it?” She asks hopefully.

“I love it, Flo. I love you,” you tell her. “And I love you too, August.”

She mumbles an I love you and you and Florence smile at her.

“She’s sleepy,” Flo says.

“I bet. Here let me put her down and I’ll come back and help you cook. That sound good?” You ask her.

“Sounds perfect, baby,” Florence says as she hands you your daughter. She kisses her forehead goodnight and you take her to her room.

“Okay, sorry for the brief interruption people. I see the comments are going wild about me and my wife. Yeah, I made her speechless for a minute,” Florence says with a cheeky laugh. “When she comes back, I’ll show her your teasing comments.”

When you reenter the kitchen, Florence pulls you into a giant hug and kisses your cheeks.

“The fans love you, y/n,” Florence whispers in your ear. You smile and look at her phone to see the comments.

“I’m being teased for being speechless when seeing you as if you aren’t the most beautiful woman in the world,” you say as you lean over the counter to read. Florence blushes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist.

“You’re the beautiful one, y/n,” she says.

“Nope. But also I have plenty of stories that you guys can tease Florence about,” you say with a knowing grin.

“No, please don’t,” Florence says playfully. She steps out from behind you.

“Oh, I will baby,” you tease her.

“I’ll give you so many hugs if you don’t.”

“Deal,” you say without hesitating and the two of you share a long laugh.

All the while, the live catches your antics and everyone sees just how in love you and Florence are. And no one can deny you’re perfect for each other.

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lots-of-pockets · 1 year

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Masterlist!

Requests are currently open!

Hey guys! I write x reader sickfics for Scarlett, Natasha, Yelena, Florence and sometimes Lizzie! I also write/have other stuff too, so I’m most definitely open to requests! I also dabble in age regression, so just shoot me a message should you have any ideas!

Braids (Natasha)

Christmas advent 2023

Five times you find an excuse to carry Natasha, and the one time she asks (Natasha)

Taken (full Nat fic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (coming soon)

The sick assassin (Natasha)

Accidents happen (Natasha)

Woeful Wednesdays (supercorp)

Trust in me (Natasha)

Unconventional comfort (Natasha)

Tender moments (Natasha)

Bedtime. (Natasha/little!reader)

Clingy snuggles (Scarlett)

Sleepy assassin (Natasha)

Hot soup and massages. (Natasha)

Cold as ice (Natasha)

Vulnerable (Natasha)

I’ve got you (Natasha)

Dancing round the kitchen (Natasha)

Premiere anxiety (Scarlett)

What we left behind (part 2) (Natasha)

Let me help you (Natasha)

Shelter me from the cold (Florence)

Everything’s gonna be okay part 2

(Scarlett)

When it rains, it pours (Lizzie)

Troublesome patient (Natasha)

You don’t have to hide (Natasha)

I love everything about you (Scarlett)

Let me take care of you (Natasha)

My poor, sick baby (Scarlett)

Touch starved (Natasha)

Attack of the bugs (Natasha)

Sick (Natasha)

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romanoffshouse · 1 year

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"It was real to me too" – Natasha Romanoff

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silentaddict · 5 months

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Florence Pugh is the definition of beauty.

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goldenempyrean · 8 months

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True Or Tale?

〚 Day 12 - Old Wives Tale〛

�� Pairing - Florence Pugh x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Maybe old wives' tales have some truth to them. 〛

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“You’ll get sick if you go out in the cold with wet hair.” Florence mumbled as she read off the random article on her phone, “I’m blaming this crap on that.” She said with a small sniffle, rolling over on the sofa so that she was laying on her side instead of on her back, her head still comfortably in your lap.

"I think that's just an old wives tale darling," You hummed in reply, as you reached forward to grab some tissues, handing one to her before sniffling into your own, "We've both been running around at those press tours all week, we probably picked up something there, I doubt the rain helped at all though."

The rain had been relentless during the press tours, drenching everything in its path and turning the bustling streets into a maze of puddles. Despite sharing an umbrella and trying to stay dry it seemed neither of you managed to escape the persistent pouring. Getting sick did seem to have its plus sides though, for one the two of you had an excuse to stay inside all day and just hide away from the world and secondly, it gave you both the opportunity to spend some private quality time together – even if it was punctuated by sniffles.

Florence shifted slightly, her head still resting in your lap as she mustered a weak smile. "What would you say to me going and grabbing us some of that ice cream we bought?”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to deny the temptation of the cool treat, “Oh, that does sound good actually,” You gave into a small smile, “It’ll help your throat a bit, are you sure you want to get it? I can go grab it.”

She waved your worry away with a casual hand. "I’ll be fine darling, I’ll survive the journey to the kitchen, don't worry your pretty little head about that.” Florence grinned as she slowly sat up, wincing at the ache in her sinuses. "I'll be back before you know it, darling." She gingerly got to her feet and shuffled towards the kitchen, her oversized sweater sleeves falling over her hands.

You heard the soft clinking of utensils and the refrigerator door opening. A brief silence was followed by the muffled sound of Flo sneezing loudly. It was a sound that made you chuckle softly despite the situation.

"Bless you darling!" You called out from the living room, your voice filled with affectionate amusement before you reached forward to grab the remote, casually beginning to scroll through the channels as you looked for something to watch.

Florence's voice carried back to you, slightly nasally, "Thanks.” She smiled, coming back into view holding two bowls, each having numerous scoops of icecream. She’d given you strawberry whist she’d gone for vanilla.

You both began to eat in contented silence, occasionally sharing soft smiles and stolen glances. The ice cream was a temporary relief against the aching of your throats, and you savoured every spoonful.

After a while, Florence set her empty bowl aside and turned her attention to you. "Feeling a bit better now?" she asked, her voice still slightly congested but she did sound a little cheerier now.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her enveloping you. "Yeah, you and icecream seem to make everything better." You replied, reaching out to gently caress her cheek.

She leaned into your touch; her eyes filled with affection. "You're such a sweetheart," she murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

Time seemed to slip away as you continued to watch TV, as you cuddled into your girlfriends side you were powerless to stop your eyes from growing heavy and tired. You let out a soft yawn, and Flo sat up a little, looking down at your curiously.

"Getting tired, love?" she asked, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm.

You nodded, unable to stifle another yawn, “A Little.”

“Okay, stand up for a sec’.” She instructed, which you did so, watching as she handed you her blanket and led down fully on the sofa, patting her chest as you titled your head, “C’mere, lay down on me.”

It was impossible to hide how your lips perked up into a small smile as you laid down on her chest, wrapping the blanket over yourself, in turn covering her too, tucking it in at the sides. “Thank you.” You murmured softly moving to rest your head on her chest "I’m glad we're in this together."

She nodded, her hand coming to rest on your back as you cuddled into her, closing your eyes,"That’s true, I mean, misery loves company, right?"

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lady-morrigen · 9 months

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i know it like… wasn’t the key takeaway from the movie or anything, but i am even more in love with Florence Pugh than i was before. if that was somehow even possible.

#tw: body talk #tw: body image #tw: body insecurity #like just so refreshing to see a beautiful woman allowed to have a soft body #and to not have to be a rail with a six pack to be seen as ‘sexy’#her softness makes me feel soft things #and also helps me take one more step toward loving my soft body #text #mare speaks #mare rambles #florence pugh #oppenheimer

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mviswidow · 2 years

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puppuccino

Yelena Belova x Reader

Word Count: approx. 200

Prompt: Heya, you wanted requests so how about a yelena one where they take fanny for her first puppuchino? :) - xxxtwilightaxelxxx

A/N: i don’t usually write stuff like this but yelena is adorable & i’ve been rlly wanting to write for her :,)

also why is finding good gifs the hardest part abt posting on here oml i get so frustrated

Yelena’s bubbly laugh coming from your passenger seat as Fanny licks your face while standing on the center console of your car makes you grin from ear to ear. “I’m telling you, she’s obsessed with you.”

You chuckle and shake your head as you get to the final window of the Starbucks drive through, “She’s like this with everyone babe.”

“What? No,” she snorts and pulls Fanny into a hug as you reach to get her first puppuccino from the barista. “I am her mother, I can tell. Stay in your lane, malyshka.”

You laugh before thanking the barista and driving into the parking lot to find a good spot, needing a small break from driving in the midst of your road trip. “You ready, Fanny? Ready, pretty girl?” you say in your puppy voice, smiling as she wags her tail furiously.

You tilt the cup towards her face and she digs in, in her own little world for the next few minutes.

Yelena squeals happily, “This is adorable, I’m so glad she likes it. Thank you for making the stop.”

“Of course,” you smile. “Anything for my girls.”

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girasois · 3 months

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florence pugh please, like or reblog ♡

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modernsugarplumfairy · 8 months

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The beauty of feeling at peace with myself, with who i am and what i want.

It's like everything falls into place.

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 8 months

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Sunday Plans

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's a lazy Sunday morning and Florence has an important question for you

Disclaimer: My first Y\N fic; English is not my first language, so be aware and be kind.

It was a bit cold, Florence realized when she slowly woke up. Her thoughts were still heavy with sleep and she rolled over, grabbing the heavy duvet that had slipped out of her during the night so she could try to keep the chill air away from her skin. She ended up laying with her belly down, left cheek pressed against the pillow and her mouth slightly open as she breathed evenly. Her left arm was hidden under the pillow, but her right arm was lying flat against the mattress beneath the covers.

It was Sunday and she had every intention to go back to sleep since there was nowhere else she was supposed to be. She could rest, finally. And sleep until her back started to hurt was a very good way to do so.

Florence was starting to feel the dreamland coming back to her when there was movement on the other side of the bed. It was fast, didn’t disturb the mattress that much, but enough to make her pay attention to what was happening. Just a few seconds later, she felt a slim arm slipping around her waist on top of the duvet, a body pressing into her side and a head resting on her pillow as well, before she felt a nose hiding at the crook of her neck.

You had moved, chased her heat and her body, and curled at her as you usually did. You hadn’t always been a sleep cuddler, but it seemed that you couldn’t get enough of Florence, not even when you two were sleeping, so, once you realized there was too much space between you two, you just rolled over to search for her, sighing happily once you were glad with your proximity again.

Florence couldn’t help but chuckle at that. It was low, quiet, and didn’t wake you up. She moved just a little so you could be more comfortable in the new position, then took a deep breath and tried to go back to sleep. With your warm body and your warm breath hitting her skin, she knew it wouldn’t take long to go back to a slumber. She was right, of course, and she fell asleep moments later, smiling to herself.

She woke up again an hour later, much more alert and without that sleepy fog that made it almost impossible to even think. Florence knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep again, however she also realized she couldn’t exactly move. Well, none of you had moved, you were still somewhat hugging her while pressed into her side, snoring lightly every now and then. Florence could move, take your arm from her waist, slip from under the covers and start her day, but she didn’t want to do that. First, she was very comfortable being where she was; second, she knew it would wake you up and she didn’t want that. You had stayed up until late to go pick her up at the airport last night, holding a simple but beautiful bouquet of flowers and sporting that smile that warmed her heart. You deserved to sleep some more.

With that in mind, Florence accepted the fact that she was stuck there. Again, not that she minded. With a sigh, she moved her right arm from under the covers to place her hand on top of yours, drawing random objects on your skin with her fingers.

The flowers you gave her were placed on the nightstand, she remembered. She had grabbed an empty vase, filled with water, and placed it there because you wanted to keep looking at it as much as you wanted to bring some new colors to the room you shared. It was worth it when she saw the smile on your face and the light blush on your cheeks. Florence could remember feeling so grateful to have you in her life last night when she left the plane and didn’t have to call for a cab because she knew you would be there to pick her up, but that wasn’t even half of the things she felt when she saw you holding the flowers for her. She was tired, both from the flight and just her crazy routine as well, but it all seemed dull when she saw you. When you two hugged, she made sure you knew just how much she appreciated all you had done for her, even going as far as kissing your lips, even if Florence herself wasn’t a huge fan of public displays of affection - mostly because it always seemed to have someone around to snap a picture of her to post on the internet.

Then, even if it was ridiculously late, you insisted she had to eat something because she just told you that she didn’t eat on the plane. Florence said she was fine, but you still tried to find a restaurant that was still open. That search ended with both of you sitting at the hood of the car parked just outside the fast food chain, eating McDonald's while she stole your fries with that cute smile of hers that made it very impossible to get mad at her.

It was one of those inglorious moments - not at all fancy, very mundane, a bit funny - that Florence lived with you and that made her fall in love even deeper than before. It made her laugh even if she was tired, it made her want to forget everything for a moment, because it was you. She was there with you. She was living that with you. And, for Christ, she loved you fiercely.

Once you were both done eating, you grabbed all the empty packages and walked away a few feet to throw them into a garbage can while Florence was already getting inside the car. You drove with the window down, both of you singing like teenagers to the song she had put on the radio, and Florence couldn’t help but stare. She sat with her back half pressed against the door, looking at you with adoring eyes, nose scrunched whenever you turned to look at her, and smiling all the way back home.

Last night she realized that's how she wanted to live the rest of her life. This morning, with you snoring at her ear and your heavy arm thrown casually around her waist, she realized you were definitely the person she wished to live all those things with. That thought hit her so clearly that it took her breath away for a moment. Florence knew she loved you more than she ever loved anyone else, but the weight of that hit her all at once and full force, and she opened her eyes almost like she was making sure she wasn’t still sleeping.

"I can hear you thinking."

Your groggy voice, heavy with sleep, took her away from her thoughts and, despite the situation, it made her breathe in relief. Florence didn’t turn around, but she smiled when she felt you hugging her tighter.

"Oh, yeah? What am I thinking then?" She joked, wrapping her fingers around yours.

"About those big-headed dolls you saw once."

Her laugh filled the room, deep and hoarse, and you also smiled, glad that your dumb joke evoked that reaction. Her laugh was your favorite sound in the world.

"Wrong," Florence replied happily. "But it was close. I was thinking about you."

"Oh?" You asked. You two still had to move, both too comfortable to be the first one to do it. "I have two follow up questions to that."

"Hit me."

"One, are you saying I have a big head? Two, what about me had you thinking so hard, huh?" You pressed a kiss on her skin right after you were done talking, and then hugged her even tighter, even if it seemed impossible to do so.

"One, I won’t answer that," she teased. "Two, nothing too specific. I was just thinking that I kind of hit the jackpot with you."

"Really?"

"Yes," Florence quickly agreed. "I'm lucky."

"From my point of view, I'm the lucky one," you whisper against her neck, already pressing more light kisses on her skin.

"You are a charmer."

"You make it easy," you replied. "How can I not be when I have you?"

Florence sighed and you pressed a last kiss on her bare shoulder, before you fell into a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. You could hear Billy walking outside the room, probably waiting for one of you to get up to play with him. There was also the noise of all the electronics working, the rest of the world outside, and all of that, but all you could listen to was Florence's rhythmic breath. All you could feel was her skin against yours.

You knew you had to get up eventually, though. Billy needed to be fed, Florence needed to undo her suitcase, you had to put the clothes into the washing machine, you both had to eat and, well, it was Sunday. You could enjoy the only day in the week that none of you had to work and that Florence was in town between filming and interviews.

"What do you wanna do today?" You asked.

"Let's get married."

You laughed, taken totally by surprise at her joke. "Yes, sure," you said. "I was thinking maybe take Billy for a walk in the park, but sure." There was silence after you were done talking. It didn’t last too much, only enough for you to realize that Florence was being serious. It made you raise your head the best you could to try to take a look at her face. "Flo?"

She sighed and shrugged. "Just, you know, an idea."

"Are you serious?"

Since she knew there was no way you would just let her pretend it wasn’t a big deal, Florence eventually moved from her very comfy position. She didn't turn completely, but she raised herself on her elbows for a second so she could turn her head to look at you, also moving her legs to intertwine with yours the best they could. Your arm only left her waist until she was lying down again, but now you were face to face, sharing the same pillow, and looking at each other with slightly wide-open eyes.

"Flo?" You called her nickname to get her attention because, even if she was looking at you, you knew her mind was racing. Florence blinked at you and you noticed her pink cheeks. You raised your hand from her hip to touch her cheek and smiled at her to help her relax a bit.

"You have no right being such a perfect girlfriend, you know," she mumbled under her breath, trying to sound mad at you, but you only chuckled at it.

"Do you wanna talk about the plans for today that I might not be informed of?"

Florence sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just… I was thinking about that before you woke up and I said it without thinking." She paused. "It's Sunday. We can't get married on a Sunday. No courthouses are open."

It made you laugh more freely now. "That's the only reason, huh?"

Florence's cheeks got even redder now. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," you said gently. "I'm very happy to know you want to marry me." You leaned in to kiss her forehead, which made her smile. "I also wish to marry you, miss Pugh."

"You do?" There was hope behind her eyes and she seemed so damn happy that it made you have no doubts that she was the one.

"Yes." You nodded and kissed her lips now, ignoring the morning breath you both had because who cares. You loved her with all your heart. Morning breath or not. "But maybe not today, you know," you joked once you pulled away. "We might want our family and friends to be a part of this."

She chuckled at that, looking down for a second before looking back at you. "You're right."

"I usually am," you teased.

"That's a lie," she added fast.

"Don't be mean to your future wife." You pouted.

Florence laughed quietly and pecked your lips a few times before pulling away with a new glint in her eyes that made you realize she was up to something. "So we're not getting married today, but…" She paused to take a deep breath and, holding your hand on hers, asked: "Will you marry me?"

"Every Sunday for the rest of our lives, yes," you answered with a gigantic smile that just showed the same glee you were feeling inside.

"Maybe I jumped an important step before, huh?" Florence made fun of herself.

"Oh, well," you dismissed it. "It works for us, so it's fine. But, really, what do you wanna do today?"

"I guess I have to buy an engagement ring now," she said with a bit of humor coloring her words.

And you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

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Greatest Story Ever Told

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

When your daughter has a nightmare, she comes to you and Florence for comfort

Note: This is based on this super adorable request. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Mama,” you wake up to a soft whisper from your daughter. She is standing by your bed and even in the darkness of the night, you see she has a frown on her face.

“Come here, baby,” you say as you help her onto the bed. She crawls over you and snuggles up against your side. Florence stirs awake at the feeling of her daughter in the bed.

“Hey, what’s wrong, darling?” Florence asks her. She wraps an around Augustine and kisses her head.

“Bad dream,” Augustine says.

“Aw, I’m so sorry,” you say. You look at your daughter and can tell she is about to cry. “Hey, did we ever tell you the story of how me and Mum met?”

“No,” she mumbles.

“Why don’t you tell it, Flo?” you ask her, knowing her voice always calms Augustine down.

“I’d love to,” Florence responds. Florence takes your daughter in her arms and brings her to snuggle against her chest as she moves closer to you. You rub Augustine’s back soothingly as she melts into Florence’s touch.

“So, it all started on one very cold night. Your Mama here forgot to bring a jacket to a party,” Florence begins. She pokes fun at you, and you can’t help but laugh a little.

“Hey, I didn’t know it was going to be an outside party,” you defend yourself.

“Sure,” Florence teases you. “But anyways, I saw the most beautiful girl in the world standing there in the corner freezing her booty off.”

Augustine giggles at the way Florence says booty and it makes your heart swell. She said it that way to intentionally make her laugh and she grins mischievously at her plan working. You kiss August’s temple and Florence continues telling the story.

“And so, I approached her and struck up a conversation about- what was it again, darling?”

“About warm thoughts,” you answer with a smile.

“Yes, that’s it. I told her if she thought warm thoughts, then she would feel warmer,” Florence says.

“Did it work?” the little girl asks, her eyes getting heavier.

“Not at all,” you laugh out.

“That’s true. And so, I offered her my jacket, and the rest is history,” Florence says. “Do you think you can sleep now, honey?” she asks Augustine. She feels a nod against her, and you both kiss her goodnight.

“We love you, Augustine,” you tell her.

“We’re right here, always,” Florence adds.

Augustine closes her eyes, and you move to kiss your wife. She accepts it eagerly, even chasing after your lips when you pull away.

“I love you, Flo,” you tell her.

“I love you too, y/n,” she replies.

The three of you sleep peacefully into the late hours of the morning. And so, now any time that your daughter has a bad dream she comes to your room to hear the story of how you and Florence met. To her, it’s the greatest story ever told.

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 2 years

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7-Minutes in Heaven

Yelena Belova X f!reader

A/n: hey everyone! Sorry it’s been a hot min since I’ve posted. Been having some issues feeling motivated but I’ve finally been able to relax and catch up on sleep now for a couple of days and watched some tv. So, I’m ready to get back to it and also celebrate 1K followers very soon! Anyways, has anyone seen the movie crush? It’s a LGBTQ+ movie and just came out…anyways…this fic is INSPIRED by a scene in this movie! I hope you enjoy! Lmk if you wanna be added to my Yelena taglist!

Word count: 1721

Warnings: fluff, making out, angst, Yelena being a cutie

Concept: You and Yelena are secretly crushing on one another and neither of you know it. Your feelings are revealed at a party when you play 7 minutes in heaven.

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“Kate Bishop I already said no,” Yelena says in an aggravated tone as she yanks her hand out of Kate’s grasp.

“Yelena! It will be fun. You need to get out more and socialize I can’t be your only friend here.”

“You’re not my only friend.” She replies in a snarky tone.

“Oh yeah? Then who else?”

“Uhhh the spider-boy. Parker.”

“He is my friend that hangs out with us who by the way you scare every time.”

“Well, I still hang out with him so he’s my friend too now. See? That’s more than enough and I have Natasha too, I don’t need anyone else to care about and I use the term care very loosely.”

“Not even y/n?” Kate replies with a bit of tease in her voice.

Suddenly Yelena’s smile drops off her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yelena, c’mon. It is so obvious you have feelings for her.”

“I don’t even know who this y/n is.”

“Okay Lena, if you say so, how about to prove you don’t have feelings for her, you come to the party tonight and when you see her, try your best not to freeze up and maybe I’ll believe you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“You’re not going to give this up are you.”

“Nope.”

“Fine. But I swear Kate Bishop, there will be no funny business or else.”

“You don’t scare me Belova.”

Yelena’s eyes widen as her jaw clenches in Kate’s direction.

“Okay, maybe you scare me a little. C’mon, get ready and we can head out”

Yelena, went back to her room to get changed.

“Wow, Lena, you look great! I didn’t know you owned clothing that wasn’t gym attire.”

“Yeah, Yeah.”

Yelena was wearing a beige and blue striped shirt with a long black and beige patchwork trench coat finished with black pants and a whole lot of chains and rings. Yelena wore her hair down and you could see how nicely her bangs flowed down the sides of her face. She really looked amazing, it was giving hot chick but one you don’t want to mess with.

Yelena and Kate showed up at Liz’s house for the party only about an hour late but most people were showing up around the same time anyways. As soon as they arrived Yelena practically b-lined it straight for the vodka. As she was pouring herself a drink and one for Kate she saw you walk through the door. You were wearing a beautiful sundress and had arrived with Peter and Ned. As Yelena was practically drooling over how amazing you look, as always, she poured herself another shot to calm the nerves.

“What’s wrong Belova? Somebody got you a little nervous?”

Yelena shoots Kate a look.

“Hey y/n!” Kate yells, waving her hand.

Yelena felt like she wanted to melt into the floor at this point but also knew she had to put on a face to prove to Kate she had no feelings for you.

“Hey, Kate!” you said as you pulled her in for a big hug.

As the two of you pulled apart you immediately looked over at Yelena and held your arms open as you greeted her too. Yelena felt stiff at first but then relaxed into your arms for a little but longer of a hug than you gave Kate. As the two of you looked peaceful hugging each other, Kate and Peter shot one another a confused look.

“So, what’re you drinking Lena?” you ask.

“Vodka.”

Well, that was a short conversation.

“Vodka? That sounds…fun.”

“Yes, it is. Want some?”

You had never done a proper shot before, Peter’s aunt pretty much always just bought you guys coolers and that was plenty considering you were kind of a lightweight. “Sure!” One shot can’t hurt, right?

The two of you took a shot and eventually went your separate ways after minimal conversation. Yelena always acted kind of weird around you but you never understood why. Yes, the thought crossed your mind that maybe you annoyed her, was it obvious you crushed on the blonde assassin? I mean like, who wouldn’t? She was hot, could kill you and her accent? You knew about all your friend’s “secret abilities” even though you’re not part of the team. You and Ned pretty much just helped them out whenever they needed it until Ned discovered he’s got powers too and now it’s just you on your own.

“Everyone! Gather around! We are going to play a game!” Liz yelled with Kate standing next to her.

“So, has anyone heard of the game…7-minutes in heaven?” Kate asks as all the drunk teens scream in excitement. “Well, if you don’t know the rules, they’re simple, put your phone in the bag, if yours is picked, you go 7-minutes with the other person in the bathroom. Now, granted that we aren’t barbaric if you don’t want to kiss…that’s fine. We won’t force you but you’re still going to be locked in there for 7 minutes!”

“Got it? Good. Phones in the bag!” Liz says as she holds out a pillowcase where people drop their phones in.

You were sitting with some friends from school as Yelena was quietly sipping her drink at the back of the room. About 5 rounds of 7-minutes have gone down and everyone was having a great time, laughing and drinking, then, all of a sudden, your phone got pulled out of the bag. Kate was the one pulling them and she was rummaging through them for quite a bit of time before pulling the second one out. As she holds the second phone in the air, you’re scanning the room trying to find the owner when all of a sudden your eyes land on a shocked Yelena Belova.

“Yelena?” Kate asks as she tries to find where she is.

Yelena walks to the bathroom as you follow behind as the door shuts behind the two of you and you hear the lock click from the outside.

“They know we can unlock it from the inside right?” Yelena says in a snarky tone.

“Yeah…not sure why they do that…must be for the “effect”” You say with a laugh.

The bathroom wasn’t too big but it was big enough that you could both sit next to one another with your legs out and still be about a foot away from the wall. The lights were off but the room was dimly lit with a strip of purple LED’s running along where the ceiling meets the wall.

“So…I don’t see you at Liz’s parties often.” You say in a desperate and slightly pathetic attempt to make conversation with her.

“Kate Bishop dragged me to this one she said it would be good for me so I could–” Yelena pauses.

“So…you could…what?”

“Nothing.”

You raise an eyebrow at her as you look into her eyes with purple lights reflecting in them. God, she was beautiful. The way her lips slightly downcurved unless she was smiling, her nose, oh my god her nose is perfect.

“So I could…meet…you?”

“Meet me? Yelena, we’ve met before.”

“No– That’s not what I meant, I meant– ugh. I’m sorry, I am no good at this.”

“What aren’t you good at love? Maybe I can help?” You replied with a head tilt and the biggest puppy dog expression while also being completely clueless about what she was trying to say and how difficult you were making this for her.

“I just– Kate Bishop says that I like you.”

“Kate says…? That you like me…?”

“Yes–”

“So Kate says that but you don’t…?”

“Yes– I mean no. I mean yes I do like you but Kate is the one who made me realize I do have feelings for you. I’m sorry I just– I’ve never had the ability to really have my own feelings like this before so now that I can, I just– I didn’t know what they were but now I am sure. I do in fact like you y/n. I just wanted to–”

Yelena was rambling in the most adorable way but you decided to cut her off by grabbing her face and pulling her in for a kiss that started off a little more aggressive from built-up nerves but settled into something much more soft and passionate.

Yelena was tense and nervous at first but when your lips touched all of those emotions flooded away and suddenly she felt secure and relaxed with you in her arms. As the two of you shared what were both of your first kisses, you were falling in love, even more than you already were. You both pulled away, your lips only parted about an inch from one another as your foreheads touched and your hands rested on the others cheek.

“I like you too Lena.”

Yelena’s lips curled up into a smile when she heard you speak.

“And I have something to admit…I’m actually the reason you’re here. I asked Kate to bring you because I wanted to see you too.”

Yelena’s eyes were slightly glazed over, her heart felt like it was going to explode with emotions. She’s never felt this happy before and whenever you were around it just made her automatically smile. She leaned back in to press her lips into yours and after another minute of uninterrupted making out, there were three loud knocks on the door, signalling you guys to come out.

“Want to get out of here?” You ask Yelena as she pulls you off the floor.

“Well, we have to no? That is the point? 7-Minutes and then we exit the bathroom?”

You look at Yelena and let out a small chuckle and smile as you bring your palm up to her cheek and pull her in for a light peck on the lips. “You’re adorable Lena. I meant to you want to go back to my place?”

Lena’s cheeks were a little flushed after making out but also from the slight embarrassment she was feeling from that. She nods her head with a soft smile and you grab her hand, pulling her out of the washroom, through the house and out the front door. You were taking the hot blonde assassin home tonight and god were you excited for what was to come.

— the end —

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