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yelenasdiary · 5 months

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Until Then

Pairing: Florence Pugh X Fem! Reader.

Summary: Attending Toby’s concert in Oxford you also go the chance to meet Florence.

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: mentions of a hangover.

Type: Fluff

Author Comments: This is a request from my old blog!

Excited was an understatement when your boss approved a couple of days off for the concert you had already brought tickets too, enough if he said no, you would’ve called in sick anyways. You’d been a fan of Toby Sebastian’s ever since Florence would post some of his music on her Instagram story. You were also clearly a huge fan of Florence Pugh’s acting. The concert was on a Thursday night, so you’d requested to have Thursday, Friday, and Saturday off from work to really enjoy your time. Wednesday night you packed your things and got ready for the train ride to Oxford early Thursday morning.

You’d heard around on social media that Toby & Florence’s dad owned a café in Oxford and you wanted to check it out once your train arrived you checked into the hotel that was a few blocks away from the club Toby was playing at then you made your way to Café Coco for some brunch. The café was slightly packed with younger people, some were taking photos of the wall which confused you slightly until you were able to see that Florence had written a message and signed it. “Table for 1?” the waiter greeted you as you took in the beauty of the café. “Yes please” you smiled as he then directed you to a table outside in the sun, he gave you a menu and told you the specials for the day before telling you he’d be back in a moment to take your order.

You ordered a Full English Breakfast and a hot chocolate. “We’ll get that out to you as shortly” the waiter smile as he took the menu back and wrote down your order on the little notepad. “Thank you, are you guys usually this busy?” you asked. “Yes and no, the owner’s son is playing the club down the road so that would explain the younger people taking photos of the wall inside” he gave a soft laugh before walking away. You flicked through social media as you waited for your order, you saw that Raffie had posted on her story that she as going to the show tonight, you weren’t surprised as it is her older brother. Toby had also posted about getting ready for tonight’s show which made you even more excited. Your attention was taken away from your phone when you heard a group of young adult’s squeal with excitement.

Looking up from your phone you saw a familiar face throw a soft smile at you when your eyes met. Your heart sunk as your mind froze. Florence was here, surrounded but a small group of young adults asking for photos and autographs. You gave her a soft smile back before her attention turned to the calling of her name. Were you dreaming or was this real? You thought to yourself before the waiter placed the plate of food in front of you. “Starstruck are we?” the waiter smiled as he noticed you had looked like you’d just seen a ghost. You blushed with a smile before looking up to the waiter, “I- n-…yeah” you finally admitted. The younger male chuckled, “you should go say hi, Flo super cool, we love her!” he placed your cutlery on the table and walked away. As much as you’d love to get up and say hi, you didn’t want to bother her and seeing as she already had a fair few people wanting her attention you decided to take that little smile, she sent your way as a blessing and dug into your brunch.

You’d been enjoying your night as Toby performed all your favourite songs, you sang along and sueded to the music, you were a in the 3rd row from the stage, you made sure to take plenty of photos and videos for your memories. As Toby was performing you couldn’t help but people in front of you whispering and pointing to your right. You turned your attention as you saw Florence feeling the vibes of the show, singing and dancing. Her attention was purely watching her brother doing what he loves, she had you in an awe moment.

Before the show ended, Toby had Raffie and Florence join him on stage to sing with him. The crowd loved it as much as you did. Midnight was such a vibey song for you, a song you’d listened too most mornings while getting ready for the day or whenever you were in the bath having a relaxing evening. You made sure to film that whole performance so you could always go back and watch one of your newly found memories.

After the show you decided to end to the afterparty, now with the hopes to say hi to Florence. Your nerves were strong as you saw her standing around some fans, taking photos, laughing with them, and hugging them. You knew if you had come with friends, you wouldn’t be this nervous just to say hello but being by yourself the room looked way to packed for you to process. You ordered a drink from the bar and found a spot to sit while you talked yourself up to go meet Flo.

“Hey there!” you heard a thick British accent break you from your thoughts. Looking up to see Florence smiling at you, her eyes sparkled with the dimed lights, “Hello” you smiled back at her. “I just wanted to pop over and say how much I love your outfit!” she complemented. “Really? Wow, thank you!” you replied completed stoked that she even noticed you with people surrounding her. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, slowly taking the seat across from you. “I did, thank you! Toby is amazing and so were you and Raffie! I’m so glad I came! Although I am sad it’s over” you chuckled a little at the end. “Over? It’s just starting!” Florence winked jokingly, “were you at coco this afternoon?” she questioned. “Coco?”, “the Café” she replied as you came to the realisation of what she was talking about. “Oh yes! I was” you laughed slightly, “it’s a lovely café” you added before smiling at her again. “It really is! I take it your from out of town?”, “I am! I’m just here until Saturday” you replied while looking at the necklace she had on. “Well I hope you enjoy your stay” Florence smiled back at you while she noticed your attention on her necklace.

“Do you like dragonflies?” she added. Quickly turning your attention back to her green eyes you nodded lightly, “I do, I think they’re really pretty and unique”. “Here, you should have this then” she spoke as she reached behind her neck and undid the latch. “Oh no, I couldn’t” you insisted, “how about you keep it and when we meet again you can return it?” she looked at you with a gently but loving smile, placing the golden necklace in your hand. “No, really, I can’t do that, I mean…. this is such a once in a lifetime moment for me” you replied, handing the necklace back. “Please, take it. Maybe in 10 years we meet again, until then, it is yours” she spoke, refusing to take the necklace. “What’s your name?” she added, “Y/n” you replied. “Well, Y/n, until we meet again, please keep the necklace” she smiled before getting up from her seat. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to do that” you smiled at her. “Have a wonderful night” she spoke as she walked past, tapping you on the shoulder.

Later that night as you laid in bed, dangling the necklace in front of you, you couldn’t believe the events that took place tonight. You met Toby, Raffie and Florence! You questioned why Florence was so insisted that you keep her necklace, maybe she liked the fact you didn’t crowd her or maybe she saw how much you liked the little pendant. Did she mean what she said? Could you meet her again in 10 years or so? Was fate that good, that strong? The thoughts kept you awake for hours, slowly making you more and more tired, soon drifting off to sleep wondering why Florence spent the time she did with you.

The following morning you decided to go back to Café Coco for breakfast, this time you ordered a breakfast tea and an omelette before making your way around the city doing some sight-seeing and shopping. “Back again I see” the waiter from yesterday smiled to you as he placed your tea in front of you, “what can I say? That food was banging!” you replied with a smile. “I’m glad to hear that” he chuckled, “your food shouldn’t be too much longer, yell out if there is anything else you need” he added before placing a bottle of water on the table. “Thank you” you said as he walked away. The café wasn’t as crowd as yesterday, in fact it was sort of peaceful how quiet it was currently. You sipped on your tea as you flicked through the news articles on your phone as the city slowly became louder and louder with the chitter chatter of by passers.

“Please tell me that’s tea and not coffee” you heard a voice over you, you looked up and were to surprise to see Florence standing there with a smile. “It’s only right to have a tea this early in the morning” you smiled back to her. “I totally agree, tea all day every day” she joked, causing you both to chuckle. “Is this seat taken?” she asked “please, be my guest” you replied with your hand out, gesturing her to sit. “How was the rest of your night last night? No hangover?” Florence asked as she sat down across from you once again. You tried to hide the blush that washed over you, here she was, sitting across from you, the green in her eyes shined through as the sun hit her face just at the perfect angle. Proud of yourself for not completely freaking out over the fact Florence was willingly wanting to have more than a 20 second encounter with you. “I had a great night, I didn’t drink that much but I think if I were here with friends than the story would be completely different” you replied, “Oh you’re here alone?” she questioned. “Yeah, none of my friends were able to score the day off work to come to the show last night so I came alone, although it’s not that bad, I can relax and do some sight-seeing without feeling like I’m boring them” you let out a soft chuckle.

“Oh no no no! I can’t let you see the city of Oxford by yourself!” Florence replied, “let me take you around, it’ll be fun, I can show you the real oxford and not whatever google says you need to see! What do you think?” she asked excitingly. “I don’t see why you!” you replied giving her another smile. “Perfect, we’ll have breakfast and head off”.

You almost forgot about the deal from last night, “oh before I forget! Here you go” you spoke as you pulled out the golden dragonfly necklace from your purse and handed it to Florence. “You said, until we meet again that I could keep this. Well, here we are, meeting again” you added as she slightly tilted her head and smiled. “Keep it, I think it might be the perfect story for the future” she spoke, leaving you confused on her comment. “Are you sure?” you asked, “of course, and if you don’t enjoy your time today then I’ll allow you to give it back” she explained just as the waiter came back with your food.

*Huge time jump*

“Darling! Dinner is ready” your wife called from the kitchen, “I’ll be there in a moment” you spoke back as you freshened up in the bathroom. You stood looking at yourself in the mirror for a moment as you fiddled with the necklace you wore daily, reminiscing on the day Florence made the comment of the necklace being the perfect story for the future. “Babe we’re waiting!” you heard your wife call once more. You smiled before you left the bathroom and made your way downstairs to the dining room. “Mumma look! We made spaghetti!” your daughter ran to you with her arms out. “It smells amazing” you smiled as you picked her up and placed her on your hip, “is everything okay my love?” Florence turned to you as she placed a bowl of salad on the table, “everything is perfect” you smiled before giving her a soft kiss, “ewwww” your daughter cringed at the scene causing you and Florence you chuckle.

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

paring: florence pugh x innocent!fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot bitchez, innocent r (or at least I tried), dom flo (or at least I tried)

warning(s): MDNI, wlw sex, explicit smut, legally age gap, oral sex (r receiving), vaginal fingering (r receiving), kinda innocent virgin r, grammatical error

word count: 2.3k

note: here's the winner of the pool :D. So, go easy with me on this one. I'm still practicing how to write smut, so bare with me. I'll get better in time. NOT ME WRITING 'Don't worry, darling'. I SAW AN OPPORTUNITY AND I TOOK IT, NO REGRETS. Also, I just want to say how hard it is to write this shit. Like I can picture the whole thing in my head, but I need to add emotions to it, you know. It's not as easy as I always thought it was. Anyways, I'm not a native speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

note 2: would you guys be interested in dark smut content for Florence? Like I've seen it for Lizzie, Scarlet and their marvel characters. But there's not much for Florence. And I'm a really kinky bitch, so I wouldn't mind writing it. But would any of you read that kind of content? 🤭

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

The fact that you were Florence’s little sister’s best friends and off limits, because Raffie said so, was a major turn on for the blonde.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of your big doe eyes, your obliviousness towards her dirty jokes or just your shyness. But there was something about you that just set her skin on fire.

You had always piqued her interest. And now that your body resembled the one of a young beautiful woman, she was even more curious about you. Well, maybe just curious about your body. Lucky for her, her curiosity would be soon satisfied.

You were waiting for Raffie to get off work. Naturally, you were at the Pughs, since it was pretty much your second home. But no Pughs were actually around. Just Florence.

The both of you decided to kill some time while watching a movie that was already playing on the telly. You were so bored that you were actually paying attention to the movie. Florence, on the other hand, was paying attention to your every reaction.

It was a +18 film. Florence knew that, but you didn’t. And she knew the film would get a reaction out of you, that your cute little body would react to the adult scene. At least, that was what she was expecting. And man, you did not disappoint her.

The spicy scene finally made it into your sight. She carefully watched as your eyes and body were taking in the scene.

At first, you thought it was a simple kiss. But then the kiss became more passionate and now they were taking each other's clothes off. You took a big breath as the couple undressed themselves. Your brows were furrowed, a lump had formed in your throat and you, unconsciously, rubbed your thighs against each other, noticing that a certain part of your body was getting weird.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” she asked innocently, as you shifted in your seat.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, your eyes not moving away from the screen.

You slightly tilted your head to the side, trying to understand what the couple was doing and why your body felt like burning and weird.

“You sure you’re okay?” she asked, once again.

She knew you were getting hot and bothered, that was what she had expected of you. She wanted you like this, so she could help you out.

“Yeah, I just feel a little weird.”

“How come? Are you feeling sick?” she played dumb.

“No, not sick. I just feel like I need to pee but I don’t want to,” you whispered, looking down at your feet in embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s okay. I know how you are feeling,” she placed her hand on your thigh. You felt your skin burning under her touch.

“You do?”

“Yes, I do,” she smiled at you. “Does it feel wet down there?” she quickly looked down and then up to meet your eyes. She noticed they were filled with confusion. It was an adorable sight, her cute little Y/n didn’t know what was happening to her body.

“Yeah, I don’t know why,” you shyly admitted.

“Oh, you poor little thing,” she caressed your cheek. “You know, I can make it go away if you want to,” Florence bit her bottom lip, her heart picking up its pace waiting for your answer.

She was afraid that you would back down, since this was a whole new territory for you. But she would have a taste of you even if you said no, she would find another way.

“How would you make it go away?”

A grin formed on her lips at your curiosity and innocence. It turned her on seeing you like that, all confused and pure. She almost felt guilty for doing it, key word being ‘almost’.

“Well, there’s a few things I can do. But I can’t tell you, I would have to show you. Do you trust me?” she squeezed your thigh, making your heart flutter.

You only nodded, too dumbstruck at her closeness and her touch.

“If you want me to stop, just say it, okay?” you, once again, nodded. “But I have a feeling you’re going to like this.”

She closed the small gap between you two, connecting her lips with yours. Your eyes winded, you weren’t expecting that. But soon, you gave in and deepened the kiss. She gently bit your bottom lip, making you whimper and her tongue found its way into your mouth. You felt the weird feeling starting to grow down there.

“Flo, it feels even weirder now,” you whispered on her lips.

“I know, sweet girl. Just be patient, okay? I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Her lips found your neck, leaving small kisses and bites on your sensitive skin. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the new feeling, your mouth was slightly parted. Your hand, instinctively, found its way into her hair, gently pulling it, earning a low moan from her.

“I need this off,” she tugged the hem of your shirt.

“Flo, I–.”

“It’s okay,” she cut you off. “I want to see you.” She carefully took your shirt off, and much to her surprise you weren’t wearing anything underneath it.

You were now self-conscious of your half naked body, you crossed your arms over your breast trying to hide them from her.

“Hey, don’t do that,” she said, gently moving your arms. She pecked your lips and whispered in your ear, “You’re gorgeous, Y/n. Don’t hide from me.”

She softly pushed you into the couch, now laying on your back she was straddling you. She trailed a path of kisses from your jaw down to your breasts. Your breathing became heavier the closer she would get your nipples. When she finally reached your left one, her tongue sucked on it. At first she was gentle, letting you take in the new feeling. But then she got rougher, not only sucking it but also biting it. You were a moaning mess under her.

Her right hand found your other breast giving it as much attention as the one that was on her mouth. She would massage your nipple, pinch it, twist it and rub it. Your back arched at all of the new feelings that your body was experiencing, your aching core gently brushed against her body, making you moan at the feeling.

“Flo, please…” you begged.

You weren’t sure what you were begging for, she was taking care of you as she said, but you felt like it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Let’s take this off then,” she said, her fingers finding the waistband of your pants and pulling them off your body.

Your legs instinctively closed. She raised her brow at your action.

“What did I say, Y/n?”

“Yeah, sorry I–.”

“No uh, tell me. What did I say?” she cut you off.

“Not to hide from you.”

“Exactly, do as I said, okay?” you nodded. Even though she was sort of scolding you, her tone was still gentle. A perfect balance of kindness and demand, which sent shivers down your spine.

She kissed your breast one last time before moving further down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your aching core. You gasped as she left kisses on your thighs, carefully spreading your legs open. She noticed the only piece of clothing left on your body was soaking wet from your arousal.

“I will take care of this now, okay?” she looked up to you, wanting to know if it was okay.

“Yes, please.”

She gently brushed her tongue over your slit, making you whimper at the small lick. Her fingertips soon found your clit, still covered by the thin soaked cloth, and started to rub tight circles on it. Your eyes once again rolled to the back of your head, pleasure covering your whole body. But still, it wasn’t enough.

“Flo, take it off,” you looked down at her. You needed skin to skin contact, the piece of cloth was in the way. She raised her eyebrow at you again. “Please,” you finished.

She chuckled, glad that you were starting to get how things worked.

She teared open your panty, making your eyes wide open. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll buy you a new one,” she winked at you as your cheeks turned crimson red.

She traced a finger down your slit, gathering all your arousal on her fingertips.

“Well, look at that. All of this for me, little one?”

You weren’t sure what to answer her. But you figured you would agree to her words, giving the amusement look on her face.

“All for you.”

She went to kiss your lips, “I want to eat you out. Can I please eat you out?” she whispered on your lips.

You were so lost in your pleasure that you said yes, just giving yourself in enterily to her. You weren’t sure what she meant by that, but you knew she wouldn’t do anything to cause you any harm.

She positioned herself in between your legs and her lips found your clit.

“No, Flo. That’s dirty,” a moan escaped from your lips, even though you really thought it was a dirty thing to do.

“It’s not,” she said. Her words were muffled as she tasted you.

Her lips were sucking on your clit, making your skin feel as if it was on fire. Gently biting from time to time. She licked up through your folds and then pushed her tongue inside of you. Your hands went to find her hair, pulling her closer to you, making her nose brush against your clit. The feeling of dirtiness washing away, replaced by bliss.

“Oh, shit, Flo.”

“How does it feel?” she blurted out, still attacking your cunt.

“Feels so good,” you said through moans and groans.

“You taste so good, peaches. So good, baby,” she pulled back, you whimpered, missing her touch. “I’m going to use my fingers, okay?”

You noticed her voice got rougher and she seemed to have stars in her eyes.

“Your fingers?” you looked at her in confusion.

“Don’t worry, darling. You are going to love it,” she sent a wink your way.

She adjusted herself in between you, once again. Her tongue found its way back to your clit, and she gently pushed her index finger inside of you. You loudly moaned out her name, making her groan into your pussy, which caused your body to tremble at the vibrations.

“You feel so good, baby,” she felt as you clenched around her finger. “Do you think you can take another finger?”

She didn’t let you answer before pulling her index finger out of you and pushing back in two of her fingers.

“Damn it, Y/n. You are so tight.”

“Flo, It hurts,” you cried out. You’d never had anything inside you before, you weren’t sure if it was a pleasant or an unpleasant feeling.

“Shh, it would be okay,” she cooed. “Just relax, baby. Tell me when I can keep going, yes?”

You whimpered, trying to adjust to the feeling. You took a big breath and nodded, letting her know she could carry on.

She slowly pulled her fingers out and back in you, thrusting deeply into you while her tongue sucked on your clit. She curled her fingertips making you whine in pleasure. Your grasp back on her hair became stronger, pushing her into your cunt, wanting more of her. Her free hand found your breast and massaged it, adding more into your pleasure. You were biting your bottom lip, trying to contain all the moans and whimpers from coming out of your mouth.

Florence looked up at you, her mouth and fingers still doing their work, and took in the sight right before her eyes. You were glowing, and not just because of the thin layer of sweat covering your cute little body. No, it was more than that, it was the pleasure she was giving you. She rubbed her thighs together trying to ease the arousal in her own core. She swore she could cum just by looking at you. But that moment wasn’t about her, it was about you.

You soon started to feel a knot in your stomach, growing tighter as Florence’s mouth and fingers worked wonders on your lady parts. You were starting to feel as if you were going to pee.

“Flo, I think I need to pee,” you said, almost out of breath.

She sensed the worry in your tone, which only turned her on even more. How could you not know all of this stuff?

“It’s okay. Just let it go, peaches.”

“No, Flo. I won’t pee all over you–” your own moan cut you off.

She could feel your cunt clenching her fingers even harder. She ignored your distress, her hand went back to your waist, gently pushing you down, keeping you steady, and continued her assault on you. Thrusting her fingers even faster and sucking on your clit even harder. She felt as your legs wrapped around her, as if a part of you knew better than to let her go. She could almost feel like she would suffocate with your cunt, but she couldn't care less.

“Stop, Flor–” you felt as the knot in your stomach untied, a wave of relief and pleasure bursting all over your body. You couldn’t stop moaning out her name. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arched like a cat, your legs were trembling at the overwhelming feeling, your breathing was uneven and your heart was beating so fast, as if you had been running for hours.

Florence slowly pulled her fingers out of you, sucking all of your juices, not wanting, not even a drop, to go to waste. Once she was done, she licked her fingers clean, her eyes not leaving yours. A lump formed in your throat as she did so.

“You did great, Y/n,” she said, taking her finger out of her mouth, making a pop sound. “Do you think you can help me out now?” a grin formed on her face as she looked at your dumbstruck face.

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-M

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pughswoman · 8 months

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Moles & Freckles 🫶🏼

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader.

Thank you @unreliableforecasts for the idea!!

A/N: little (bit lazy) blurb about Flo’s moles and freckles and reader appreciating them:). Also, I wrote this on my (new, why I haven’t really uploaded much, I’m adjusting) phone because I couldn’t be bothered grabbing my laptop, and when I have my laptop usually my work is more creative and less ‘plain’. And while writing this, it was kind of on auto pilot and I’ll probably edit it later so it isn’t ‘robotic’ if that makes sense.

Edit: let’s pretend Flo had more freckles… I swear I’ve seen photos where she has more but I can’t find them so the one above will have to do.

I hope you all enjoy!

Word count: about 200-400 maybe?

Warnings: flufffff. A few bits of swearing

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‘Baby?’ Flo says, attempting to regain your attention.

‘Yes, my love?’ You reply in a daze, however your honey eyes don’t reach her forest ones.

In other words, you’re trying to count Florence’s moles and freckles that are gracefully scattered over her pale skin.

‘What are you looking at, sweetheart?’ She questions softly.

This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, just not with her freckles. More with her eyes, or lips, or any beautiful features that sit perfectly on her face. But never this.

‘Just admiring the most prettiest spots on your skin ever,’ You mumble.

The slight frown is evident on your face as you try to concentrate and begin counting again for the second time.

You note the ones on her chest and around her shoulders, counting peacefully as Flo just stares at you in amusement.

As you and Florence decided to have a calm afternoon beside the pool, Flo is in her blue bikini and you in your black one so it’s easy to count the noticeable spots.

Soft music is playing in the background. Flo’s playlist as she claims it’s “much better” than yours.

‘Go lay down on your stomach, baby. On the pool chair just near you,’ You say, finally pulling your eyes up to hers.

You peck her lips as you hold her hips before you pull away and smile softly.

Florence wants to question you, but doesn’t as she decides to wait and see instead.

She goes to lay down - wriggling a bit as she gets herself comfy and pushes her head into the chair easily covering her face with her arms to avoid sunburn.

You make your way over to where Florence is and place yourself on your knees beside the chair as your gentle hands trail lightly over her back - almost creating constellations as your fingers move from one mole to the next.

‘Honey, if I may ask. What exactly is it that you’re doing?’ Florence’s muffled voice comes from the chair but you continue your soft movements.

‘Mmm, you’re gonna put me to sleep,’ She mumbles again.

This causes you to let out a chuckle at her words.

As you completely ignore her previous question, you begin placing feather like kisses over each mole and freckles that’s spread on her soft skin.

‘Are you kissing all of my freckles?’ Florence perks up after a moment of you kissing them.

‘I’m appreciating them because they are so beautiful and I love them so much. Especially on you, they’re so fucking gorgeous,’ You say as she turns her head to the side to look at you through her yellow sunglasses.

You can see the blush spread over her cheeks as she fully flips over to you and jumps into your arms in a matter of seconds.

Because you weren’t expecting it, you quickly grab ahold of Florence - however you fall back, along with Flo and end up on the ground laughing hysterically.

You grip her hips as she landed straddling you with you laying down on the ground.

Slowly, the laughter dies down and you find yourself staring into Florence’s moss green eyes and her staring into your honey ones.

You sit up and adjust Flo on your lap.

‘I may absolutely love your freckles, but I will never ever be sick of your eyes. They are the prettiest ones I have ever seen in my entire life,’ You say as you kiss her nose.

Florence giggles with a loving look in her eyes as she lifts her hands to cup your face and leans in for a passionate kiss.

You return it, and the kiss lasts for a couple of minutes, a tongue slipping in at some stage. Nothing about this was sexual, it was simply two lovers loving each other.

As you pull away, Florence rests her forehead against yours, her hands now tangled in your hair.

She smiles softly, and you return it happily.

‘I love you so fucking much, darling. So fucking much,’ Florence says with a watery voice as a tear slips down her cheek.

‘I love you so much too, my love. So much,’ You say, giving her a soft kiss before pulling her into a hug, her sunglasses fallen.

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elizabethsaige · 2 years

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Reaping the Benefits

Florence Pugh x Reader

Word Count: 1517

Warnings: none

A/n: i have a shit ton of requests to get thru and I've been in a bit of a rut with writing but idk why i had to write this one today, it just kinda came out of nowhere. i hope y'all enjoy!!

*gif not mine

Working at a coffee shop in a cozy and hidden part of New York had its benefits. One of which being you got to meet all sorts of cool people, the few that wandered into the small shop. Most of the time, it was a handful of regulars that would come in to grab their morning coffee or students at the nearby community college spending their days tucked away into the corner to read and study, but every once in a while, some stragglers come in and discover the hidden gem that was your workplace.

You made sure to talk to everyone that came in, even if it was just to ask how their day was going. Knowing life isn’t always easy, sometimes a friendly face could change someone’s day. The tips you got from it didn’t hurt either.

At 9:12 p.m. the last of what few customers you had left in the shop had made their way out the door. You and your boss were on the closing shift tonight and you both were hoping to get out of there at a respectable time, especially after the day you had. Two baristas called off sick and there was a full house around 7:00 pm for whatever reason. The line wasn’t worked through until 8:30, with more and more people adding to it. Truthfully, this was probably one of the worst shifts you’d had in a long time.

The bell to the front door rang as someone entered the building, obviously not aware that all of the lights were off. You were behind the counter wiping down the espresso machine, not even bothering to look up at the person.

“Hey, we’re closed,” you said in a monotone voice, hoping the lack of enthusiasm would give them a hint.

“Oh darn, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, I’ll be on my way,” you heard a familiar voice say. Stopping in your tracks, you turned to see blonde hair starting for the door.

“Wait,” you exclaimed. The figure turned and looked at you.

Frantic to catch her before she bolted, you walked around the counter, but not fast enough to startle her.

She stared back at you, a look of embarrassment on her face. She looked like she’d been caught in the act of some horrific crime.

“You’re-You’re Florence Pugh, right?” Her expression softened as she let out an exhale of relief. “Guilty”

A smile formed on your face as you admired her for a second too long. “Sorry, I don’t mean to stare. You’re like my favorite actress.”

Florence smiled back, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

“Thank you darling, that means a lot, really,” she said in her beautiful accent. You nodded back to her, grateful that she acknowledged it.

“I don’t suppose that would help any in convincing you to make a latte for me? I know you’re closed, but I could really use it,” she playfully joked, but there was a hint of desperation in her voice.

You glanced back at the espresso machine that you were just about done cleaning, and then at the clock that read 9:32 p.m. “I haven’t started on the espresso machine yet, so I don’t mind.”

Normally you wouldn’t lie, but c’mon. It’s Florence Pugh! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you weren’t about to waste it. So what if you had to clean the machine again? It was worth it.

You started for the back of the counter while Florence took a seat at the bar in front of it, carefully placing her bag in her lap. “Thank you so much, how much do I owe you?”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you glance at her from behind the machine. “Nothing, it’s on me.”

Florence frowned and fished her wallet out of her bag. “Please, you’re really saving me tonight. Do you have a tip jar at least?”

“It’s really okay, it’s just a coffee,” you said as Florence spotted the tip jar by the cash register. She hopped out of her seat and placed a $20 bill in the jar and made her way back.

Just as you were about to protest, your manager came out from the back after hearing all the talking. “Y/N, what’s going on? We’re closed,” he said, spotting Florence, who gave him a shy smile.

You looked at him with startled eyes as you set the pitcher of milk on the counter. “Oh, she’s with me. We’ll be done soon, I promise. I can lock up once we’re done if you wanna head out.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice. Just make sure to turn out the back light once you’re done,” he said, grabbing the store key from his pocket and throwing it to you. “Oh, and didn’t you already clean that machine?”

Heat rose to your cheeks as you were called out for lying in front of Florence. You moved your eyes between her and your boss as she flashed you a knowing look.

“Ah, no not yet. I was getting to it,” you replied, staring at the floor, hoping it would swallow you whole to save you from the embarrassment.

Your boss nodded in response and turned to leave, but not before stopping to look back at Florence. “Hey, I’ve seen you before. You were in that one commercial, right?”

She smiled as you tried to contain your chuckle from behind the counter. “Yeah, something like that. Thanks for noticing,” she replied, holding her own laughter in.

Once he was gone, both you and Florence giggled to each other. Your boss was terrible with celebrities. Just couldn’t keep up with the times.

As you finished the latte, adding the finishing touches to the art you were making on top, you could feel Florence watching you.

“So you had cleaned the machine, you little liar,” she teased, watching as your cheeks reddened for the second time that night. “You didn’t have to do this, love.”

You looked up to look at her, only to see her staring intently at you. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, her hazel eyes piercing into your’s.

“I never reject the opportunity to make a coffee for a pretty girl,” you said, carefully lifting the cup to the counter and sliding it over to Florence. She smirked at you before looking at the spider you had drawn on top of the latte with foam.

“Let me guess, a black widow?”

You nodded frantically, excited at how her eyes lit up when she guessed it right.

She took a sip, careful not to burn herself as you walked over to join her at the bar. Her mouth immediately turned up into a smile, eyes wide as she set down the cup and did a little happy dance. “Y/N, this is so good! Thank you so much.”

She reached out with extended arms for a warm embrace, lingering for a few extra seconds. “You’re welcome, I’m really glad you like it.”

The ring of the doorbell startled the two of you, both of you turning to see a man in a business suit walking in.

“Sir, we’re closed,” you walked toward him to shoo him out, his attempted protests drowned out by the sound of his phone ringing. Florence stifled a laugh at the frustration in his voice when he answered the call as the door closed behind him.

“Man, you make one girl a drink after closing and now everyone thinks they’re special,” you joked as you looked back at Flo, noticing her watching you with a joyful grin on her face.

“I should probably get going, just in case anyone else tries to come in,” she teased back, swinging her purse onto her shoulder and making her way over to you.

“I only make late night coffees for you, Florence Pugh.” She scrunched her nose as she giggled at your joke, her beautiful laugh filling the otherwise silent building.

“Ah, cheeky girl,” she said, slapping your arm with an eye roll and a smile. “Seriously, thank you again, Y/N. It was lovely meeting you, I hope I run into you again the next time I’m here.”

You smiled at her words, gulping back the fear that was caught in your throat. “You will, I’ll make sure of that,” you replied as you opened the door, stepping aside for her to walk through. She reached out for what you assumed was another hug, only to be met with a kiss on the cheek. You were sure she could feel the heat on them, feeling embarrassed that this girl had this much of an affect on you.

“Well, I really look forward to it. Have a good night,” she said as she stepped out of the shop and made her way down the street, looking back at you with a smile and a wink before disappearing around the corner.

A permanent grin rested on your face as you touched the place she kissed your cheek, completely forgetting all about the work you still had to do.

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Floss Got Hot IV

florence pugh x reader

[series masterlist]

summary: exes and ‘oh’s…

words: 9216

warnings: smut, drinking, brief panic attack

notes: IM SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT MY LOVES

“As in your ex-boyfriend Zach?”

Flo looks horrified. And mortified. She feels sick.

“The actor Zach?” You keep going every second she’s quiet; “the old one? The one you lived with? The one that looks like—”

“Stop fucking holding that against me! I’m genuinely upset, Y/n.” You love her, but you’ve got to laugh.

“I don’t mind meeting him.” Maybe this is the side of you that needs to be humbled, Flo wonders. Your ego has got to be big if you’re not annoyed. “But why?”

She shifts her weight on her feet, uncomfortable. It’s a stupid reason. It’s such an LA reason. “We’ve got to do the dog handoff.” There’s no way you can’t laugh at that. She finds a cushion quick enough to hit you when you’re vulnerable. “I’m stressed about it.” Your girlfriend climbs over the back of the sofa onto your lap. You groan. You get hit by a cushion again. “You’re a terrible girlfriend.”

“Never sleep with your heroes.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m not scared of your ex, Flo. Is he coming to Budapest?” He better not be staying with you. You wouldn’t appreciate that at all. She nods fretfully.

“Staying for a night and then flying out to London. He hasn’t asked to stay with us but…”

“I have a whole hotel!”

“It feels rude. He’s bringing my baby, and he’s agreed that she can live with me most of the time.” Toby would crucify his sister for sharing custody over a dog, so Flo then asks you to keep it quiet. She won’t live it down at family dinners. They’ll be ruthless. “Can he… Can he stay?”

“Can we have really, really loud sex when he does?”

That’s your third strike. Next time she’ll hit you without a cushion.

“I agreed so you can’t be cross with me.” She can and she will. “Was that why you broke down multiple times today?”

“I’m nearly on my period.”

“You overthink.”

“Not all of us are perfect.”

Flo has noticed that nothing fazes you. You work and keep her feeling loved, you can drink too much and carry on like it never happened the next day, and she feels a little insecure. She feels that way because you’re intimidating. Someone that put together is intimidating.

“Flossie, how can I be perfect?” You sigh as she adjusts how she’s sitting, now with her legs either side of you and her forehead pressed against yours. “You haven’t seen me have a bad day yet. When I have them, everything goes to shit. Trust me.”

“I don’t believe you,” she mumbles, snaking her hands around your neck.

“One time I lost it and cried in a board meeting.” It was embarrassing. You had needed them to take you seriously but your emotions thought the opposite.

“I bet you were a baby.”

“It was six months ago,” you correct, smiling when she giggles. “And once I tried to talk to a Japanese investor in Japanese — we needed a lot of money from him and he needed more convincing. I thought I had told him his office was lovely, I said that I was horny by accident. They don’t even sound similar.”

She laughs outwardly. No longer trying to miserable, grinning. “That’s awkward.”

“Worst part was that he’d already tried to get in my pants the previous evening at dinner.” You swear you hear her say who wouldn’t try that, and find a way to fight off your blush and take the piss simultaneously. “You’re so in love with me.”

“Am not,” she declares. A futile denial but a funny one.

Bemused, you counter, “Has it been decades?”

“Decade,” replies Flo, rolling her eyes. “I’m not the one building a hotel for my girlfriend.”

“I hate the term girlfriend,” you groan, smirking. “I don’t want Zach to think you’re my girlfriend.”

“I’m not getting engaged to you.” Worth a shot. “You can’t ask me like this. That’s not romantic, you need to be romantic.”

“I’m not a romantic person, Florence.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t I know that.” Flo sinks into your lap now, getting comfortable. You know she’s aware of how tense you become, how your body temperature lurches up a few degrees, how if she grinds down ever so slightly you’d probably moan. In fact, she actively decides to be super still, no matter how uncomfortable it becomes, until you initiate something. You don’t like begging, but she loves being irritating.

After a minute, she breaks the silence. “Babe” — she never calls you babe — “can you turn on the TV?”

You’re drawn out of your fantasy in which this situation is a lot more favourable, forced to reach for the remote and carry out her wish. “Any channel?” A Hungarian news network suffices, lunchtime news won’t be aggressive.

“Y/n,” Flo says, voice low, “I’m giving you the most perfect opportunity to take my clothes off.”

You manoeuvre your head around her body, shrugging her arms off your neck. “I want to watch the news,” you dismiss. Through the reflection in the TV, you watch Flo remove her t-shirt (your t-shirt). She isn’t wearing anything underneath.

“No, you don’t.” You can feel her pressing into you, her bare skin against your organically-sourced, overly-expensive navy sweatshirt.

“You’re right,” you quickly amend, grabbing her hips and using them to recentre your view to her. ‘My eyes are up here’ would be a very appropriate statement right about now. “I don’t,” you breathe, “I really, really don’t.”

“Hm.” It’s a triumphant little sound. Definitely Flo one, you zero. “What do you suggest we do?”

“…Each other?” That’s one way to put it.

She pauses, as if debating whether you should be allowed near her after saying that, but concedes with a sigh, dipping her head down slightly to reach your lips. You smile into the kiss, only because you’ve managed to annoy her and frustrate her very successfully – not because being kissed by your girlfriend makes your brain go fuzzy and send you up to heaven. It could never be that.

Your hands were once modestly on her waist, but that is forgotten the moment you bring them to palm her breasts, teeth clashing against each other as you both realise how long it has actually been. Today, neither is too exhausted to tap out early or succumb to the other’s ‘let me take care of you’. It’s now a competition.

Flo has always put up a fight; right now it’s to stay on top. To make it so that your shorts are coming off first, not hers. She needs it, probably, to quell the insecurity that secretly nibbles at her, but you conclude that if you are going to truly make her feel better, you will need to be a challenge worth doing. Not that you’re ever not worth doing in her eyes.

Her lips, her tongue, her teeth become your everything, everywhere, all over you, biting down, sucking, running her tongue over your skin. You are consumed by her well-conveyed desire, all the while still kneading at her chest. She sits up on her knees as you lean into the plush back of the sofa, moaning softly at the sight of you. This is not a side of you many get to see, because not many have actually made you feel the way she does. Unrestrained, wild. Alive.

Panting and then catching your breath, you pull her into you, not caring if her elbow jabs your ribs. With, “we need to get away from these windows,” and a chaste kiss to her collarbone, you stand up with her legs locked around you, enjoying the display of strength. She waits only a second – the time it takes for you to pass the offending glass and reach the more private corridor – to continue her assault on every inch of your exposed body, and when you get to the master bedroom she is halfway through the removal of your sweatshirt. It’s disappointing to find that you’re wearing a bra, but it’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a swift motion of her fingers. Flo has always been way better at taking bras off than putting them on, a fact she discovered when she first wrestled on Womanhood.

You grunt softly as your back hits the firm mattress, feeling the coolness of the sheets rush over the heat of your body until it is beaten the moment she’s on top of you again, this time with nothing else on. Willingly, you relinquish all control of your body to the woman kissing her way down your sternum, paying no heed to any neighbours as moans fall through your lips into the otherwise silent apartment. Well, silent save the murmur of Hungarian news. Her fingers dance their way up your inner thighs, but when your hips rise in pursuit of what should be there, they meet only emptiness and a throaty laugh from Florence.

“Don’t be mean,” you find yourself snapping at her. She draws her wandering hands back, and you feel a sudden shiver of coldness.

Though it does take a moment to see past your sexual frustration, you recognise the expression sweeping her features as one that you often catch in photos of you together. She has stopped to admire you. You want nothing more than to break the bed if she is going to keep looking at you like that.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispers, quiet because it doesn’t feel right to be loud and abrasive near you.

“Would I look more beautiful between your legs?”

And it hits you that this might be the first time you have sex and not need to be touched to gain anything.

Oh, and Flo almost dies.

By the time she has recovered from the life-threateningly intense emotions she just felt, you’re no longer underneath her. Nimble and experienced, you have rolled her onto her back, but she has to crane her neck downwards to find your body and face. You are patiently waiting for your girlfriend to come back to Earth, using the time to gather your stamina and regain control of your breathing.

“Y/n?” Flo asks weakly. You hum in response, and she feels your exhale wash over her entire body. “Please fuck me.” That does the trick.

Your arms hook around her thighs, both of you burning hot, pulling her closer into you. Her hands slide out, anchoring her by bunching up the bed sheets and holding on for dear life. The TV’s soft hum is interrupted by your phone ringing, but you ignore it without hesitation. Whatever it is, it can wait.

Finally, Flo’s head lulls back as your tongue slips over her, a soft moan escaping from her lips. You chuckle to yourself, very aware of the vibrations that slice straight through your girlfriend. Your tongue is steady and assured until you skim her clit, changing from heavy to light with a simple movement. She gasps and almost gives into the urge to push your head down but has no time to when you slide your hands up her thighs and pull her even tighter into you. With frightening ferocity your tongue falls again onto her clit, swirling, sucking, adding to the wetness that is beginning to drip down the insides of her thighs.

She twists and writhes and arches her back as your attack on her begins to become too much, your magical mouth doing things it hasn’t done to her before. A sharp whine surpasses her lips as they fall open, and they don’t stop until she physically has to breathe. Even then, her breathing is ragged and heavy, as if she can’t function with you between her legs.

She can’t function with you between her legs.

A hand tentatively lets go of the sheets, but suddenly your tongue is inside of her and she needs something to hold onto. It’s an accident when she pulls your hair so hard that you whimper, though your eyes immediately look up into hers and dare her to do it again. She can’t carry out your request, because all the tension builds to a point where a graze of any part of her body would have her crying out. Her hips buck into your mouth as you move your lips back to her clit and replace your tongue with your fingers. You’re no longer holding her down, meaning she can grind into you, chasing her orgasm as if you hadn’t been getting her there all this time. Flo hears herself just before she comes, the moans, the whimpers.

You think you’re going to suffocate when she comes. Her thighs clench around you, freezing in position save the shudder that runs through her. White heat explodes in Flo, setting every inch of her body on fire, and her breath catches painfully in her throat, eventually released when she reminds herself she hasn’t yet ascended to heaven (it sure felt like it).

“You’re good at that,” she pants. She then realises you’re trapped.

When you can breathe again, you kiss her fiercely. She can taste herself all over you, on your neck, your jaw, your tongue. You break only to ask if she’d like some water, both of you downing a glass each, and spend the next few hours tallying orgasms and attempting to beat the record of fourteen for her and twelve for you. It isn’t hard when you’re driven by the fact her ex-boyfriend will be staying over in two days.

- - -

In the early hours of the morning, you both wake up, having fallen into appropriately deep sleeps around dinner time. She claims neither of you will go back to sleep considering 4am is too close to six for proper rest, and then threatens to smother you with a pillow if you try to convince her that that is not your stomach rumbling.

You pull on a hoodie and joggers when she forces you out of bed, letting her do her morning routine while you pick the clothes up from the bedroom and living room floors, turning the Hungarian news off. Your phone has vibrated its way onto the hardwood, lying face up with four missed calls from her mum.

“Mum hasn’t called me in a week,” Flo mutters behind you, shaking her head. “That woman has favourites, I’m telling you.” You laugh, setting a reminder to call Deb back at a more reasonable time. She wraps her arms around you, burying her face into the black fabric of Toby’s merch. “He charged me for my sweatshirt so I refused to buy it. I’m in the fucking song, but that’s not enough clearly.” He had been such a dick about giving you his hoodie for free, so you told him not to get you a birthday present. You gave him a slap around the head for his birthday that year.

“I’m going to lie on the sofa and pretend I’m not awake.” She calls you dramatic. “I can’t believe you think this is logical. Millie is going to think my laptop has been stolen if I log on this early.” You’re a late-night workaholic by choice. The only acceptable business that you’ll wake up for is travel, and that’s because you were banned from the private jet when you used it to fly five alpacas from Southern Peru into Luton airport to keep as pets. What your parents should have taken away from that incident was that they shouldn’t instruct staff not to question their children, but you don’t mind being distanced from the beastly metal bird seeing as it has been renamed after your step-mother. So much for it being called Y/n.

“Let me have my tea and then I’ll make us coffee and breakfast.” You nod sluggishly, climbing onto the sofa and closing your eyes. “Did you charge the speaker?”

You groan. “I think I might give you back to Zach.” The music’s good, but it’s fucking loud, and you’re aching. “I’ll find another woman who sleeps well into the afternoon. You’re going to make our children morning people if I don’t get rid of you now.”

“Oh yeah?” Flo doesn’t want to admit how much your throw-away sentence means to her, instead trying to focus on successfully pouring the boiling water into a mug. “How many kids are we having?” she calls from the kitchen, looking over at you from behind the island in the open-plan apartment.

“Two!” you shout back, smiling at the thought. “Toby wants two as well and I want to have the better pair of your parents’ grandkids.” So far the best is Bella’s baby because it’s the only one they have.

“With the better Pugh!”

She doesn’t like the sound of your grunt. It’s akin to a scoff. “The best Pugh is Raff!” You’ve known Raffie pretty much her whole life now that you think about it. Flo sits on one of the dining table chairs as she drinks her tea. “Oh, what are we getting her for her birthday? Millie says she’d like that Vivienne Westood necklace that everyone apparently has, but I got her a necklace for her eighteenth.”

“I was just going to get Saoirse to send her a text,” Flo says casually. “Y/n, darling, you need to be a proper billionaire and get your assistant to sort it out. She’ll be too drunk to care on her birthday.”

“I’m not going to Venice. Your publicist told Millie, and Millie’s already scheduled my meetings.�� Flo’s publicist is a formidable woman who is going to call you at seven in the evening today to discuss this further.

You carry on explaining your gift dilemma as she finishes her tea and starts on coffee. She needs lots of coffee to comprehend all the information you’re giving her, because once you get started on something, you won’t stop. Flo much prefers your quiet moaning and groaning to this newfound early-morning chattiness.

“What time are you going to set?” you ask after she kisses you to shut you up. “I’ve got a meeting at one, and I want to see what all this fuss about your acting is about. I don’t believe you’re that good,” you tease her. She is not impressed. “I won’t slag you off to Toby, I swear.” Flo raises her eyebrows. “I won’t!”

“Timmy has been pestering me to introduce him to you. He’s convinced he could steal you from me.” You clear your throat. “Sorry. Not from me, but… You know?”

“But Timmy is a man,” you state plainly. “There has to be a lot of stuff in my system for me to do men.”

That reminds Flo of a burning question. Your answer might really ruin her mood. “Have you slept with Toby?” She has had guy friends, and some of her friends from her teenage years were definitely more than that. Your face is a relief, thank god, because the sheer disgust in your eyes and the fact that you don’t even try to hold back your gag indicates strongly towards the negative. “Good.”

You debate telling her, and then it slips out, “I’ve slept with Scarlett.” Flo looks intrigued. “Not when they were together, before that. And, you know what, I think I might have made out with Hailee Steinfeld at one point. We were so drunk, and Toby and Sophie completely egged us on. She’s a really good kisser.”

“She’s…?”

“I don’t know,” you answer, shrugging, “anything goes after shots. Hence why I try to avoid shots.” That and gin. Bad things happen after you’ve had a few gin and tonics. “Since we’re on this topic, did you lose your virginity to the boy you met on the beach that one time in Greece? Toby and I have long wondered whether it was him or the girl you were kissing the year before at one of those entertainment team discos.”

Flo blushes as she’s yet again reminded that you were there for all her bad holiday mistakes.

“Um,” she falters, almost spilling hot coffee on herself. “The girl, but she ignored me afterward. I think her family was really religious, because she ran away muttering something under her breath.” Flo remembers hearing the beginning of a prayer and almost dies inside.

“Did you not recognise her in Paris?” you question. Flo is glad that all hot drinks have now been consumed, seeing as you down your coffee because you don’t like the taste and she downs it because she needs more caffeine to have this conversation.

“No,” she groans with a frown. “She was there? Did she recognise me?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t want to say anything. They all know we’re together.” You are talking about the social circles your family are in, of course, not the general public.

“How do you suggest everyone else finds out?” she asks, seeing as it’s easy to bring it up in the conversation. You should be on the same page if you’re going to call her publicist, to be fair.

“We film a sextape and put it on Twitter. Simple.”

“I see why she asked you not to go to Venice.”

“We should still film a sextape.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“If it gets leaked they’ll know Harry Styles has nothing on you. The world’s not ready for your talents.” She rethinks her statement, correcting it. “Bar the hundred people you’ve had sex with.”

“Can’t believe the whole world got to see your boobs,” you complain. “It makes me feel very unspecial.” She rolls her eyes. You’ve made this point before. “I buy you a five thousand pound necklace and you–”

“Oh, be quiet. I love you. You’re a billionaire and you’re going to freeload in my flat.”

“I’m building you a fucking hotel!”

“Don’t you dare get down on one knee right now.” You smirk. Maybe… Just to spite her… “No, Y/n, because I’ll say yes. And I’m not ready to say yes, but you make me incapable of saying anything else and I’ve held out long enough.”

“I’m going to propose after we have really, really loud sex when Zach’s here.”

“Never meet your heroes is such a fucking true statement.” By ‘meet’ she means ‘sleep with and date and marry and have babies with’. Not that the latter have happened yet. “And we’re not doing that when Zach’s here because Billie is used to sleeping beside me so you’re on the sofa.”

“Why isn’t Zach on the sofa?”

“He’s our guest so he gets the spare room.” That makes you feel fucking fantastic! “It’s one night. You’ll be fine and I’ll go out and buy some Hungarian lingerie the minute he leaves.”

“Fuck that,” you declare much to her surprise. She thought you’d be easily compensated with the prospect of ruining more of her underwear. “If I’m on the sofa then I’m going to my hotel. Budapest is the only city hotel with a spa. I’ll ask for their prettiest masseuse.”

“You’re so petty.”

“You’re such an actor! You’ve got shared custody of a dog.” She laughs. “I might have to buy a Union Jack dildo to fuck the Brit back into you, because Billie is a dog.”

“Where are you going to find a—”

“You’d be surprised, Floss.” She shakes her head, not wanting to know anymore. You look down at the sizzling of the pan, smiling. “I wanted my eggs sunny-side up, not burnt. Looks like we’ll have to feast on those granola bars in your trailer.”

She frowns and raises the spatula to your face threateningly, swatting the air when you clear out of her way. “Text my assistant to tell him you’re coming. Is your meeting in person?” You say no, because it’s Aunt Board Member who’s calling from Surrey. “Fancy working in my trailer then? I won’t disturb you.”

“Sure,” you answer, both agreeing to her request and disagreeing with her statement. “Millie and I are having a late lunch at Onyx as my apology for blowing off yesterday, so I’ll leave then. I should probably buy some wine for when Zach comes? And a bed for Billie?” Flo doesn’t have the heart to remind you Billie’s sleeping in your bed.

- - -

Regrettably, the day of Zach’s visit pounces on you. Flo has an early morning shoot, but around lunchtime she calls to tell you it’s morphed into the whole day. The cast, who you met the day before, pick up on who she’s talking to and deafen you by screaming down the phone about drinks and dinner and various well-wishes as if they didn’t see you yesterday, though you remind everyone of how busy you will be this evening. You tried to escape it with no success.

Because you love your girlfriend, you agree to take over the task of picking your guests up from the airport. Millie laughs as you explain the situation, setting up a driver who she knows plays music seeing as there most definitely will not be much conversation. Flo instructs you to take lots of pictures of Billie and to be polite to Zach. You’re always polite. Etiquette classes cost hundreds of pounds, and your parents were prepared to pay that.

She gives you his number and forces you to send him a text so he knows it’s you. The same number tells you his plane has landed, so you set off in the car with an extremely scary scowl (the driver almost retracts his hand from the door when you look at him) and tell him you’ll be there in twenty minutes.

The first thing you notice about Zach is the dog beside him.

Billie is excited, tail wagging, mouth open and panting. She bounces at your feet, ignoring Zach’s command to calm down, unrelenting in her attempt to tackle you to the floor. You suppose you stink of her mum.

Zach inwardly cringes as he takes in your outfit when Billie’s paws begin to crease your clothes. Most days you opt for business-casual, but today happens to also be the day you met with the hotel management for Budapest, and you’re not complaining about completely outdressing him. While he is in tired jeans and a t-shirt, you are in a very expensive suit and stilettos. So what if it’s a little childish?

“I’m Y/n.” You smile. He can tell it’s phony.

“Zach, and,” he nods to Billie, who has finished her assault and is now rubbing against you, “this is Billie.”

You gesture to the driver, who is by your side at once, taking Zach’s bags from him. The two of you follow him to the car, Billie pulling hard on her leash in excitement. “Floss is still filming,” you explain because his disappointment that it’s you who’s picked him up is very evident. “We’ll go to the flat and hang there until she’s done.”

“Is there a place I can get something to eat?” His accent amuses you, but you keep a straight face.

You glance at Billie settled in the boot, before getting into the car. Zach sits, and you leave the airport.

“There’s a café next door?” You and Flo often pop into it to get coffee when neither of you can be bothered to make it.

He nods, “sounds good.”

When you get to the apartment, Zach lets Billie off her leash with your approval. She sniffs around, tail thumping against walls and cabinets and doors as she sweeps the place thoroughly. Zach, on the other hand, is very contained in the square metre of space he takes up, standing still. You remove your heels, shrinking a few inches, and Zach follows suit, sliding off his trainers and placing them neatly beside the door. The driver (whose name you didn’t catch) doesn’t ask where he should put the bags, instead using his initiative and scary knowledge of the floor plan to drop them in the guest room and slip out unnoticed.

Zach is unnerved by how used to staff you are. He won’t yet admit he’s intimidated, but the emotion is creeping up on him.

“So we’re sort of in the heart of Budapest, which is really good,” you begin, talking to him because you’ll have to eventually. Billie trots back to you having completed her independent tour. You pat her bum, and ask if Zach would like a tour. He says yes. You smile at him.

You take him round the rooms. It’s nothing special, really; two bedrooms, a bathroom and an en-suite, the living area. You like repeating ‘our bedroom’ to see him tense, and he likes how non-threatening the place is. He expected, when his ex-girlfriend insisted he stay with her, to be housed in your hotel in the basement somewhere.

After an excruciating few hours, Billie alerts you of Flo’s arrival, scratching at that door and barking loudly. Zach holds in the urge to down the beer he’s been nursing, and so do you. You found common ground in not wanting to talk to each other, instead staring at the football match on TV.

Flo’s too focused on Billie to notice how far apart you’re sitting, but when she does she laughs. Zach gets up to greet her, and to everyone’s surprise she pulls him into a hug. “Thank you for bringing my baby,” she says. “Did Y/n show you everything? Have you eaten?”

“Yeah, yeah, she did,” Zach replies. Flo looks surprised and very pleased. You’re slightly offended that she doubted your maturity that much.

“I thought we could eat at my hotel tonight,” you tell them. “We can bring Billie to the apartments and I’ll get one of the chefs to make something. It would save the hassle of going to get ingredients.”

It’s a power play. Your hotel.

Your girlfriend isn’t too ecstatic, but there’s a price to pay for the situation she has put you in and she knows that.

Before she can reply, Zach asks, “so are they actually your hotels?” And you smirk.

“They are. Hence why Billie can come. She could even get a spa treatment if I asked.”

“Don’t brag,” Flo warns, only half serious.

“I’m joking! I’d let Billie stay even if I wasn’t sleeping with her mum.” Billie sits at your feet to prove your point. Your phone rings, and you find yourself disappointed that this conversation has to end. “Shit, I can’t ignore this,” you apologise, excusing yourself and shutting the door to your bedroom behind you.

“Have you heard from Mummy?” your brother’s worried voice sounds out, uncharacteristically caring.

“No, why would I have—”

“Dad’s done it.” There are millions of things he could have done, but the tone narrows it down to two. He’s either gotten your stepmother pregnant or killed your mother. The former is the worst case scenario.

- - -

“I think he’s terrified of you.” Flo climbs into your bed, instinctively cuddling you when she feels your warmth. You’ve been answering emails for a while, letting her and Zach have a private conversation. Somehow, she thinks through bribery, Billie is adamant to sleep near you, meaning if you’re not in her bed neither is Billie. She can’t sleep without at least one of the things she loves most in the world.

“Mission successful,” you whisper, turning onto your side to face her. She frowns. “He’s nice. I don’t hate him.”

“You’re very mature,” she teases. “What was that super important call about? It didn’t seem very professional.”

God.

“Unnecessary family drama. I’m going to be an older sister.” Your girlfriend gasps, amused and shocked and every other emotion she can think of.

“Really?!” Billie raises her head at the noise.

“Shh,” you scold. “Yes, really. It’s awful news; the only baby I want in my life is my nephew.”

“Our nephew.”

“He likes me way more than he likes you!”

“Shh,” Flo copies. Billie growls half-heartedly, her collar jangling as she adjusts her position. “What has your stepmother said?” You laugh. As if she or your father were going to tell you until the thing popped out and in the crib. “Wait, so how did you find out…?”

“Mum’s gone astray because of the news, my brother called me asking if I knew where she was and had to provide me with some context.” He says he thought something was up at his gala, because he swears he never saw your stepmother drink a drop of alcohol. “I spoke to her when she finally picked up. She finds it hilarious, says she feels sorry for me for being related to her ‘goat of an ex-husband’.” Your mother has no intention of being near this baby. “I might swoop in and save the poor kid when it’s older, but I’m too busy for a baby that’s not my own.”

“What about Bella’s?”

“I’m not her go-to babysitter,” you dismiss quickly. “Our schedules are packed, Flossie. It’s a wonder we make time for each other.” Flo’s work is intense and short-term considering she isn’t on a series like Grey’s Anatomy, but yours is constant; a low hum that never leaves the background noise. You have the power to postpone to your heart’s content, but that catches up to you, so no matter how many times you tell them you’re following your girlfriend across the globe and can’t possibly be there in person, they capture you eventually. And when they do they’ll tie you down with something unbreakable, like a little sister whose favourite is you.

Flo feels selfish for forgetting your job. Surprisingly, it’s not the third member of your relationship down to the fact that you are one and the same with being CEO. You don’t usually tell her that you’ve left a meeting early to catch her before she sleeps in her time zone, or taken the day off to visit her on set, but sometimes she goes on your phone to change the song or take a picture and is hit full-force by your notifications. “You can go back to—”

“I own hotels, Flo. It’s not law, I’m not fixed in place.” You’ve never been like that. Holidays when you were little, boarding school, travelling, work; nothing was ever holding you down.

“What about our flat?”

“Your flat.”

“No, I want it to be ours,” she corrects your correction. “I want to set up a joint account just for bills, and I want you to pay some of them — an equal share. I want you to have a say on what bedding we have, or what colour our rug is, and for you to have your own pictures in our picture frames. And, one day, I want to lug everything out of the flat to a house we’ve bought to have those two babies in.”

“Preferably near family,” you add, playing along with her fantasy. “In Oxford, but if Toby’s moved somewhere snazzy then we’re following him. No way am I going to be the one with a boring address.”

“In Florence?”

You smirk. “I do love being in Florence.” She rolls her eyes and shuffles threateningly, as if she’ll turn over and face the wall instead of your beautiful, beautiful face. “You walked right into that one,” you defend, giggling. “This dream might take a while to materialise, Floss. I can’t give you most of it.”

“Y/n, I thought I was going to marry Zach.” The sudden change of tone draws your eyes right to hers, showing her you’re listening. “I loved him.” Her face begins to flush. A tear falls onto the pillow, colouring the sheets a darker shade of itself. “I… I was so angry at myself for ruining everything, because, you know, I thought he was it for me. And then,” she laughs, “and then you were at Toby’s stupid after party. No one had fucking told me you’d be there, but Mum knew Zach and I were fighting. They all knew.” You were there and she had said she wasn’t sure if she was single. “Zach had told me he couldn’t do it anymore. He’d spat it like it was sour milk in his mouth, like the thought of being near me was so despicable, so disgusting that he couldn’t bear it. But when you left the next day, I called him and I… I agreed. We talked it over, decided we wanted it quiet and private and, obviously, we talked about Billie.

“I had a dream that Zach and I would have a big wedding with all of our friends, and that the press would fawn over every detail. I had a dream that I’d marry him and it would be like marrying Leonardo DiCaprio. Y/n, I don’t care if you think you can’t have anything nice for yourself and have it be permanent at the same time. I’ve changed my dream before, okay? And if you… If you can’t give me all of it, I’ll change my dream again. This,” she brings her hand up between the two of you, “is enough for me.” You offer her a fleeting smile, and then your expression changes. Her brows furrow, and she mutters, “don’t.”

“I’m not going to—”

“Don’t propose.” You so were. “You can’t do it again, I mean, that much rejection can’t be good for the soul.”

“No, it’s not,” you gripe, teasing her. “Women throw themselves at me but you won’t say yes.” She wipes the rest of the tears that pooled during her monologue.

“I did say yes.”

You shake your head. “You said, essentially, ‘in a bit’.” It’s not the same. You pause. The apartment is quiet; Zach must be asleep, Billie’s snoring is muffled by her nose buried in the blanket you used to keep her warm. “Do you want to have—” Billie whines in her sleep, waking up. She stands, back arching, until she eventually leaps off the bed with a soft thud. The dog settles in the dog bed you bought earlier, yawning with a high-pitched howl before grunting and falling back asleep. “Hey, Billie’s basically just given us her blessing.”

Flo chuckles, her displeased frown not staying for long, replaced by a smile as you crawl on top of her. “Once. And quietly.” Her instruction goes right over your head as you brush your lips against her neck. It’s a startled noise, the one that she lets out, but you raise your eyebrows all the same. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

She’s about to disagree, but you lean down to kiss her before she can. Billie pretends not to hear her mum and this strange new woman (whom she actually likes very much, to Zach’s disappointment and Flo’s surprise), and Zach decides not to ask what you were doing in the morning.

His ephemeral visit comes and goes, and soon you are attempting to soothe your girlfriend as she frets about her impending movie premiere, for while she’s unbothered to the public, she’s quite worried in front of you.

Flo doesn’t care to recognise that the movie is what has her on edge, instead focusing on the small triggers of each burst of anger or sadness or any other emotion really. Three hours before her flight, she is leaning over her suitcase, wheezing, in the midst of an increasingly common panic attack. If Billie were here, she’d immediately alert you of your girlfriend’s state, but both Billie and you are strolling around the local park on a dog walk (though neither of you are walking; you’re on an important call with an investor, and Billie is chasing ducks). Seeing as she is very alone at the moment, she has no choice but to resort to deep breaths and get on with her last minute packing.

You come home to the apartment being overturned: Flo is trying to find her favourite pair of sunglasses. She won’t need them, you assume, because her stylist will have meticulously chosen each and every accessory, but you say nothing more than a tip-off that they might be on the dresser.

“Do you think I haven’t looked there?” she snaps, and Billie thinks she’s just been barked at and begins to respond. You stand still, taken aback. Flo would like to apologise, but you’ve walked away before she can, leaving her just as confused as you were moments before.

Not a second later, you return to your girlfriend, holding the sunglasses out to her. “I think you should get some alcohol in you.” It’s not responsible advice at all, but it’s good. She needs to hear honesty, not kind words or reassurance that everything will be fine. It probably won’t be fine, and there’s nothing you can really do about that.

You never fail to stun her, Flo thinks, blinking at your command dressed in an opinion’s clothes. “We have beer left over from when Zach was here.” She begins to make her way to the fridge, but you stop her with two hands on her arms. “Got something else in mind?”

“Want a shot of tequila? Sit.” Flo laughs. You’re such a bad influence. A couple of months ago, she wouldn’t believe her childhood idol would be getting her drunk instead of asking her to talk her feelings out, nor would she believe that said idol confessed to spiking board members’ coffees with rum at big board meetings. In your defence, how else is work supposed to be fun?

As instructed, Flo takes a seat at the dining table, absently running her hand up and down Billie’s back as the dog waits for scraps of food. You’ve got to hand it to Billie, she does have Flo wrapped around her paw.

“Two shots of tequila coming right up.” You grin as you set them down on the table, forgoing the use of the mandatory coaster just this once. Flo raises the shot glass to toast, then wonders why you’re not doing the same. “Both are yours, I’m working.” She smiles, toasts to you and Billie, and knocks back both shots with ease. It would have been an insult to set out salt and a wedge of lime for her.

“What have you got planned while I’m suffering in Venice?” Flo asks once you’ve taken the shot glasses back to the kitchen and put the bottle of tequila away.

You shrug and look at Billie. “We’re probably going to sit in the park again tomorrow. My friends asked if I’d like to join them on their holiday, but I don’t think Billie would appreciate being on a yacht for three days.”

“I’m sorry that I’m making you babysit.” You don’t mind dogs. You had two cocker spaniels growing up, and, of course, your mum has Rupert. “You’re the best step-mum a dog could ask for. Even if you convinced me to have sex while the dog was present.”

“Billie was asleep,” you defend, fighting to keep the (little) dignity you have left. Dogs don’t care, surely. “You’re hardly gone for long. Not much will change. Maybe you’ll sleep on the sofa because Billie’s taken your spot, but that’s all I can think of.” Flo scoffs and says you need to let that go. “I shall take no other to my bed aside from Billie and you.”

“Unless Hailee Steinfeld pops round. I give you permission to finish what you started centuries ago.”

“I’m not that old!” You think about what she’s said. “And you’ve just reminded me to text her about who I’m dating.”

Flo raises her eyebrows. “Who are you dating?”

“This really, really annoying sister of a friend.” She grabs your t-shirt and pulls you into her, ignoring your groan about stretching the fabric. “I never thought I’d like her, but I made a bad decision after too many drinks and slept with her in her childhood bed.”

Her lips taste of tequila, but they’re comfortingly soft (how are they soft, she complains they’re chapped all the time?!) and you’ve got to hand it to her that she’s good at kissing. “Bad decision, huh?”

You shrug, “bad decision that led to many very satisfactory orgasms.”

“You’re so lucky I love you, because I’m sure all eight million of my fans would jump at the chance to date this bad decision.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“I fucking will!”

While you laugh at the determination in her voice, she finally notices the buzzing of her phone. There have been a lot of texts she’s missed for your short-lived bartender career, stuff like flight details and the fact that there’s a car waiting outside for her this very minute.

Knowing her well, you recognise the regretful smile. “I’ve got another call in half an hour. I’m sorry I can’t see you off.” Flo nods, she understands. “Bye, Flossie.”

“See you later,” she replies, because she will, won’t she? It’s two nights at most. “I’ll be sure to send you lots of pictures, and it’s not like the family group chat will be quiet.” The family group chat has most of the Pughs you can think of, you, and Scarlett. “I packed Raffie’s present from you, so don’t worry about it, and there’s lots of food in the fridge so you’re not going to starve. I turned the place into ready-meal central for you.”

“You stress-cooked,” you state.

“Doesn’t matter. You know how to feed Billie, and she’ll be—”

“I know, I love you, get your bum to Venice.”

- - -

Billie grunts when your phone buzzes in the late afternoon.

It has finally stopped being used seeing as you’ve crept onto the sofa and are half-watching reruns of Friends, but you wonder whose contact has surpassed your Do Not Disturb.

“It’s probably Mama,” you tell your girlfriend’s dog, questioning your life decisions when you hear your own tone and phrasing.

Reni: Date cancelled and now I have a spare ticket for tonight’s opera. Best seats in the house. Come?

Well, that can’t be good.

Irén (you desperately need to change her name in your phone) is your ex-girlfriend. Things crashed and burnt, but you were twenty-one; young and stupid. You’re both so much more mature than you were then.

Billie tilts her head to the side, puzzled as to why you suddenly reek of fear.

You: Be prepared for how sexy I will look.

She’s still a friend, she has to be. A year together shouldn’t be worth throwing away memories with a girl you’ve known since you were eleven. Boarding school is supposed to make friends for life, not exes who hold grudges.

“I’m not trying to convince myself of anything,” you respond to Billie’s silent criticism. “The opera is fun, I have nothing to do, and she’ll have spent hundreds on the tickets knowing what she’s like.” Her father owns an oil company. Like you, she attended your school because it was known to house heiresses like the London underground houses rats, and, like you, she will one day fully inherit the family business. Though she’s never had to compete with a sibling for that.

Reni: Come to mine in two hours. Chef is here, I shall dine you privately where you will not be papped.

So she knows about Flo. That’s good. That means she’s not allowed to wine and dine you properly, nor turn on her almost irresistible charm and convince you to sleep with her. Which you wouldn’t do. Because you love Flo.

Reni: Can’t wait to see if you’ve aged nicely.

She’s funny. Irén has always been funny.

“Bills, you’ll be fine here on your own?” You ask her as if she can respond. “Flo would be okay with that,” you state, unsure but assuming she would be.

You proceed to walk Billie for half an hour, spend another hour getting ready, and the remaining time in a car to her flat in the heart of Old Town. It’s small and cramped, but Irén likes it that way.

She greets you with a hug, to your surprise, but when she pulls away it becomes clear that she didn’t expect herself to do that. You hold up the bottle of champagne you decided to bring her, and she grins. “You haven’t changed,” says Irén, with a glint in her eye.

It isn’t long before you take in the details of her apartment. It’s messy and unorganised, with cupboards that groan at the chaos inside of them and side tables stacked with Vogues. Every month, Irén gets all of them —from every corner of the world, you’re not joking — and she has always sprawled out on the floor to thumb through the pages. Ever since you were eleven.

“Neither have you,” you reply, sitting down on her velvet sofa. The apartment looks shoddy, but the furniture is ornately carved or stitched, not matching each other but never clashing. “Antique sales?” She nods. “You’re a collector.” It’s not thrown out as an insult, but she jokingly takes it as one.

“I’m going to go into fashion, finally,” Irén squeaks. “He’s fucking let me! I told him I’d sell the oil for a penny and run away if he made me be… Sorry, Y/n. Hotels are cooler. It’s different.”

“I had a choice, you didn’t.” Your consolation is received curiously. “I like where I am in my life, Irén.”

You like that you have a girlfriend, and a best friend, and a job. What more could a person ask for?

“Bleh,” Irén says loudly, above the buzzing of a light that is in need of fixing. “Irén is so formal, babe. You never used to call me Irén.”

“Ten years ago.”

“Things change, but you can still call me Reni.” She’s being nice. “Baby, you can’t be so uptight.”

“No, no, no, I’m not uptight. Flo left for Venice today, and I’ve been swamped with work. Drinks?” Irén nods with a smile, and you expertly open the bottle. She sets down two crystal champagne flutes. “What time are we going? I’ve left the dog alone.”

“There is no way you have a fucking dog,” she snorts. Before you dated, you lived together, sharing a house with a few other girls at university. Irén spearheaded the movement for a dog, but you, the one paying the most rent (they all went to your school, you all knew whose parents were paying and whose weren’t), vetoed her motion every time they so much as tried to bring it up.

You like dogs. You don’t want one.

“Flo’s dog.”

“Ah, I see.” What does that mean? “You really love her enough to house her dog?”

It isn’t possible for her to miss the way your eyes shine. “She’s… incredible,” you answer, “and I think it’s worth it. The dog’s not too bad.”

Irén pauses, trying the champagne in her glass. “We leave in an hour. I’d drive us but…” She finishes her drink and you smile proudly, glad that she likes your choice. “Let’s just get a taxi. Keep your driver posted because there are unlimited drinks from the bar, and I don’t like throwing up in taxis.” You shudder at the memory of too-many-shots Irén in a black cab, keeling over and ruining your shoes.

After a bit of a catch up, she excuses herself to finish getting ready, claiming she has to now match your level of attractiveness, if not beat it. You smirk at her before she leaves, and when she’s gone you settle on her sofa to read the hundred-and-one messages from the Pughs’ group chat.

It mostly consists of Raffie asking where they all are, and Flo sending little videos of her getting ready.

Privately, she sends you a video of her dress. A first look. A secret one, just for you.

You tell her that she should wear ball gowns more. And that you are really skilled at taking them off. And a few other borderline dirty sentences. Your texts eventually cease, and she responds only with a picture of her on a boat. Her looking divine on a boat. Never have you wanted to be a boat before.

“It’s beyond me how Flossie is her.” Irén makes you jump, almost so that your phone clatters onto the floor, but it lands on a pile of August Vogues which cushion the fall. “How is Toby taking it?”

“Better than expected.” Much better.

You’re proud of him.

- - -

The opera is almost too casual when you get there, but someone guides both you and Irén to a cordoned off area that is clearly something to do with the amount Irén paid for the tickets. You haven’t yet asked about the date that cancelled, but if she wants to talk she will.

You sit in your seats while the house lights are still on, enjoying the view of everybody filtering in. “This reminds me of when we’d sit on the main stairs and watch people run to their lessons,” Irén says quietly, not disturbing the tranquility of being lost in a sea of other people. You wonder what they’re talking about.

“I missed you,” you confess. “We need to do this more.” A waiter clears his throat and hands you the glass of prosecco you requested earlier. Flo said she was having the same one, you thought it would be nice to drink somewhat together in celebration of her getting through Venice.

“It’s hard to track you down, you know. I was tapping through fucking DeuxMoi and you popped up. You little celebrity.”

“They scrolled to the bottom of my instagram, what can I say.” She chuckles. She’s in a lot of those posts. “Why aren’t you staying with your parents?”

“Why weren’t you at your father’s wedding?” You were inconspicuous. No one should have noticed. “We all have family problems, baby, but why should we dwell?”

“No, I’m not dwelling, I—” but before you can finish, the lights leave you in darkness and applause ripples through the building.

Irén leans her head on your shoulder. “You were right. We should do this more.”

She takes your hand in hers, and keeps it like that until the interval, only letting go to use the bathroom and then order some more drinks. Irén knows you well, so she orders some salted pretzels too, which are promptly delivered by a waiter who eyes the two of you suspiciously. The staff have been weary of your private booth.

When it finally finishes, you find that you’re almost asleep in her lap. She giggles quietly, not wanting to attract attention now that everybody can see you. “Are you going to use me as your bed while your girlfriend’s away?” You let out a drowsy groan, not quite hearing her as your head is nestled into the jumper she took off half an hour in. A hand cups your cheek, turns it so that you’re looking up at her. She lowers her head, lips hovering above yours, and you’re certain she isn’t going to do it. There’s no way. She’s your friend, and she knows it didn’t work out, and she knows you don’t want her. Irén isn’t stupid, but Irén is kissing you.

In front of lots of people.

You shake your head and tell her to stop. “Reni, we’re not… We don’t…”

“I regret making you choose. They’re your family, in a way, aren’t they? Flossie must be like a younger sister.”

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Shelter me from the cold

Pairings: Florence x you

Words: 3047

Warnings: none

Sumamry: You and Florence are in Switzerland filming for her most recent movie when an accident occurs leaving Florence falling sick with one of the worst colds in her life.

It had happened so quickly it was almost as though you'd dreamt it. One second, your girlfriend was there. She was stood in front of the camera, script in hand and and her discarded coat in the other. The next, she was gone, a loud splash and a stifled cry of surprise filling telling you just what had occurred.

Thankfully, the water wasn't at all deep, so as quickly as she'd disappeared she makes a reappearance gasping for air and she wiping her eyes. Your coat was already unzipped and off as you push past the director and crew and all but yank her soaking wet body into your arms. She clings to you tightly, her trembling hands clutching the material of your hoodie as you wrap your coat around her shoulders.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." She rushes to reassure everyone as a blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, and murmurs of relief were quick to fill both your ears. "I just need to change and then I'll be back." She informs the director as he approaches her to see if she was okay, and after squeezing her shoulder, he nods his head and tells her to take as long as she needed.

"You scared the hell out of me." You mutter as you wrap a guiding arm around her waist and pull her towards her trailer.

Florence looks up you, cheeks flushed with cold and bottom lip quivering. "You and me both." She laughs softly, and though you roll your eyes at her nonchalance, you couldn't help but give her one last squeeze before pulling open the trailer door and coaxing her inside.

"Go get a hot shower." You tell her as you close the trailer door behind you. "I'll pick you out some dry clothes."

Florence nods with a smile as she disappears through to the small bathroom area, the distinct sound of the water hitting the tiled floor filling your ears as you rummage through her bag to find her some dry clothes.

Thankfully, today was only a run through of the scene they were shooting, so she wasn't wearing her characters clothes when she'd fallen. Though you supposed it wouldn't have mattered considering they had several sets of each anyway.

With a pair of sweatpants and comfy hoodie in your hands, you make your way over to the bathroom and bring your fist up to knock at the wooden door. A faint come in escapes through the small gap, and you comply, setting the clothes down into counter before coming to stand by the partially open curtain.

Florence was stood facing the shower, arms crossed against her chest as the water falls down her body. If the way the steam slowly filling the room was anything to go by, the water was scolding. That comes as no surprise to you. Whilst you tended to prefer showers on the warmer side, Florence was the complete opposite. The hotter the water, the better.

"I feel like the lake waters seeped into my bones. I'm still so cold." She greets you as she turns her head and gives you a small smile, and you grin slightly as you lean against the wall. Her hair was tied up, so you knew she had no intentions of washing it. It leads you to grab a towel from the heated rail, holding it out ready for when she comes out.

"You're gonna turn into a lobster," you note, and Florence snorts in amusement as she reaches to turn off the water before stepping out. The second her wet body was exposed to the cool air, she begins to tremble, and you were quick to bundle her up into the towel and pull her back into your arms.

You feel Florence's warm breath hit the skin of your neck as she rests her head against your shoulder, and the corners of your lips quirk up into a soft grin as you cup the back of her head and press a kiss to her hair.

"Go get warm, okay? I'll make you some yea." You tell her as you pull her body away from you, giving in to the urge to press a gentle peck to her cute button nose.

Florence scrunches it up slightly in response, and you couldn't help but grin at the sight before giving her some privacy to change.

"Huh'tsschoo!"

Was the sound that startles you awake the next day, and you frown in confusion as you shift to your elbow and look around the room.

When your eyes complete the three sixty and land on the other side of the bed, you see Florence, sat up in bed with her hands cupping her face. She was looking at you with wide eyes, and you frown in confusion for just a small second before your sleep deprived brain seemingly catches on to the issue.

You reach for the tissues, pulling two out of the box and handing them over. She sends you a grateful smile as she takes them from you and makes quick work of blowing her nose.

"Good morning to you too," you mumble as you lay back down and raise your arms above your head to stretch, and Florence gives you an apologetic look as she tosses the tissue into the trash before curling up against your side.

"Sorry darling." She rests her head against your chest and lets out a soft sigh. You smile slightly as you wrap an arm around her before beginning to trail your hand up and down her back.

"You're not getting sick, are you?" You ask in concern.

After filming had finished yesterday, Florence had seemed a little under the weather, but when you’d asked she had blamed it on being tired.

You were a little suspicious considering the event that had taken place just hours prior, but she was adamant she was okay and seeing as though you had no other reason to doubt her, you had simply coaxed her into bed a little earlier than normal.

"I don't think so," Florence shrugs as she begins to trail her finger over the hem of your shirt. "I feel okay. Maybe it was just a...a..."

You frown in confusion when she cuts herself off, but when you look down at her, you see why. Her face was scrunched up into that cute pre sneeze expression, and it takes only moments for her to let out a few hitched breaths before stifling a sneeze against your shirt.

"H'htschoo!"

You couldn’t help but startle slightly at the loudness.

"God, sorry. That came out of nowhere." Florence grumbles as she reaches for another tissue, and you frown in concern as you brush her hair away from her face.

"It's okay, baby. But I think you might be getting a little sick." You tell her, and she groans in annoyance as she wipes her nose with a congested sniffle.

"I'm so glad I'm not working today," she grumbles as she drops her head back against your chest, and you smile slightly as you continue with the gentle ministrations against her back. "That would have been hell."

"It would," you agree, pressing your lips against the top of her head. She sighs against you again, and you take it upon yourself to go and get her some medicine. You were under the impression that if you started medicating her now, the oncoming cold wouldn't hit her as hard as usual. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm gonna go get you some tea and medicine."

Florence nods as she looks up at you with a sleepy smile, and you couldn't help but lean down and press a chaste kiss to her lips before disappearing through to the bathroom.

Several more sneezes fill your ears as you make quick work of grabbing some Tylenol and making her some of her favourite Yorkshire tea, and you pout softly as you carry both items through to the bedroom along with a bottle of water.

Florence was now sat up against the headboard of the bed with her phone in her hand, and you smile as the sight as you sit yourself back down next to her.

"Here baby, get this down you." You murmur, and Florence takes the tea gratefully before bringing it to her lips for a cautious sip. She lets out a soft sigh of relief as she swallows, the hot liquid obviously doing wonders on her throat. "Take this too." You hold out two pills, and after setting her tea aside, Florence easily swallows them down with some water.

"Thanks darling." She smiles as she hands back the water, and you nod, watching as she once again reaches for her tea.

As the day progresses, so do Florence's symptoms. By now, she was so congested she could barely breath through her nose. Her fever had hit 101 and her poor throat was raw due to the constant and repetitive throat scraping sneezes and coughs.

"This sucks. You suck." She moans into the comforter after another sneeze, and you make a mental note to change the bedding before heading to bed tonight as you climb into the bed next to her.

"Why do I suck?" You muse playfully as you rest your hand on the back of her head and comb your fingers through her short hair.

Florence huffs as she buries her face into the side of your thigh, and you smile in amusement. Said smile was wiped from your face just seconds later when -"Huh'hptschoo!" - she sneezes, all over your leg.

"Eww flo," you complain, and she lets out a congested chuckle as she brings a hand up to wipe at her nose. You playfully shove her away from you and wipe both the snot and saliva off of your bare skin of your thigh.

"You are disgusting." You grumble, and she simply winks at you before turning onto her back and letting out a hoarse cough. Any and all amusement fades from your face when it sounded like she was attempting to cough up gravel.

"Alright you little germ bug. I think it's time for more medicine." You muse as you grab both the Tylenol and cough medicine off of the nightstand, and Florence huffs slightly as she sits herself up.

When she simply opens her mouth, you roll your eyes fondly and place the two pills onto her tongue. She swallows them down with water before eyeing you with a scowl as you pour out the required dose of cough medicine into the small plastic cup.

"Ew." She grumbles as she takes it and swallows with a slight grimace, and you press a soothing kiss to the side of her head as you screw the cap back on before placing the glass bottle back onto the nightstand.

After settling yourself back against the headboard of the bed, you hold out your arms invitingly. Florence doesn't hesitate fall against you, her hands clinging to the material of your shirt as her head settles on your chest. Her breathing was still full of congestion, and you could feel each and every hoarse puff of air hitting your skin.

After pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, you slip your hand beneath her shirt and begin tracing the tips of your fingers over the warm skin of her back. She nuzzles closer at the action, and the corners of your lips instinctively curl up into a small grin.

"This is gross. I cant taste anything." Florence grumbles as she defeatedly swirls her spoon around the soup you'd made her, her face crumpled up onto a look of annoyance.

Setting down your own nearly empty bowl, you take hers from her lap and send her what you hoped was a comforting smile, "Would it make you feel better if I fed you?" You tease, and her eyes light up with slight amusement as she wipes her nose.

"No. But I'll let you anyway." She retorts, and you roll your eyes playfully as you scoop up some of the soup. This was the first thing Florence had managed to bring herself to eat today, so you knew she was bummed out by not being able to taste anything.

Especially because you had used one of her dads recipes.

"How kind of you." You mutter, and Florence snorts slightly as she opens up her mouth and allows you to feed her.

“Nope,” she sighs heavily. “Still nothing.”

You simply smile sympathetically.

Florence manages the rest of her soup without a single word of complaint, but you could tell she wasn't the slightest bit impressed. She eyes the empty bowl with distaste as carry them out of the room, and that same look was still on her face when you walk back into the room.

"Let's take a bath," you tell her as you lean against the edge of the bed and reach for her hands, "the hot water might help ease your congestion." Florence eyes you for a second before nodding, taking your offered hands and allowing you to tug her onto her feet before following you into the bathroom.

"Are you getting in too?" She questions as she swings your hands back and forth, and hum slightly in confirmation as you bend down to turn on the water. After checking the temperature of the water and making sure it was a little on the hotter side, you put in the stopper and watch as the claw foot tub begins to fill.

You then turn to face Florence who was looking at you with a hopeful expression on her face, and you cup her cheeks and press a kiss to her forehead.

"Of course." You tell her, and she bounces slightly on her toes as she tugs you into a hug. With a soft laugh, you were quick to return the embrace. The love you had for her was beyond words.

After the tub had filled to a sufficient amount, you stop the water and tug on the bottom of her shirt. Understanding your silent implication, Florence raises her arms above your head and allows you to tug the item of clothing from her body. Just seconds after pulling off her pants, she bends forward at the waist and brings her hands up to cover her nose and mouth.

"H…H'htschoo! H'hptchoo!"

"Bless you baby." You murmur, and Florence smiles appreciatively as she grabs some toilet paper and blows her nose.

You take the time to strip off as she washes her hands, holding back your slight wince as you settle yourself into the hot water. You hold out your hand, and Florence takes it before stepping into the tub in front of you. She settles in between your legs with her back to her chest and lets out a content sigh, and could help but roll your eyes slightly at the sound.

Of course the water wasn't hot for her.

Securing your arms around her waist, you let out a quiet sigh and rest your head against the back of the tub. You feel Florence's fingers begin to trace random circles across your skin, and you smile a little at the sensation as you press a kiss against the back of her head.

Your peaceful silence, however, was interrupted no more than a few seconds later. "Hitschoo!" Her head bobs slightly as she uses her free hand to cover her mouth.

"Bless you." You murmur, and Florence nods. Seconds later, she sneezes again. This one louder than before.

"Hiitshhiew!" She lifts a hand and rubs at the tip of her nose in a futile attempt at quelling the itch. It doesn't seem to work.

"Hh'iiishiu! Huh'htschoo! Hh...H'tsshiew!" She lets out a congested groan as her head falls back against your shoulder.

"Bless you." You coo softly as you tighten your arms around her waist and press a kiss to the side of head, and Florence sniffles thickly as she rubs at her nose.

"I think it's definitely helping with the congestion." You add in amusement, and Florence groans slightly as she sinks further into the water. With a small smile, you reach for the shampoo before placing your hands underneath her armpits and tugging her back up into a sitting position.

"Can I wash your hair?" You ask, and Florence nods her head in consent as she wipes her nose with her hand. Although you grimace slightly at the sight, you wisely say nothing and instead focus on wetting her hair. Due to how short it was, it takes you no time at all, and you soon find yourself helping Florence out of the tub and once again bundling her up into a towel.

Just as you go to grab your own towel, her face contorts into that pre sneeze expression. Her nostrils flare and her breath hitches, and your eyes widen as you quickly grab the front of her towel and hold it up to her face. She sneezes forcefully into it three times before the itch in her nose disappears, and you pout softly in sympathy as you grab some tissue and wipe off her cupids bow.

"I think it's time for some more medicine and then bed." You tell as you trash the now soiled tissue, and she sniffles thickly with a nod of agreement. Before you could begin to lead her back through to the bathroom, she steps into your arms and wraps her arms around her shoulders.

"Up." She murmurs, and you give her a soft squeeze before bending down and wrapping your arms beneath her behind. She immediately hooks her legs around your waist, and after pressing a fond kiss to her bare shoulder, you carry her back through to your shared bedroom before easing her back down onto her feet.

She leans up on her tiptoes and presses an appreciative kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the closet to find some pyjamas, and you watch her go with a small smile as you begin drying yourself off.

You hoped she'd feel better tomorrow.

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bloomingflowersthings · 8 months

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Sicktember 2023!

Hello everyone!! I know I’m late to the party but better late than ever… right? also, this will technically be sicktober (yes I’ll post it on october) because I still need to plan these :( I hope that’s alright!!

Also, I plan on writing these as drabbles, because I have been super busy with uni lately, and also because of a writer’s block that I’m battling against.

Guys, don’t forget to request the pairings you’d like to see during this, your requests will be blue!! I claimed some of these prompts for myself hehe, these will be pink!!

1. Hopelessly bad at self-care- Sick Reader x Wandanat

2. Quest for a cure

3. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?” Sick Reader x Yelena

4. Hiding an illness- Sick reader x Natasha

5. Preventative measures

6. Sick and injured- Sick Reader x Florence

7. “You’re a jerk when you’re sick”- Sick MJ x Reader

8. Persistent fever- Sick reader x Scarlett

9. White coat syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy.”- Sick Wanda x reader

11. Beginner’s guide to faking sick- Sick Kate x Reader

12. Fuzzy socks

13. “I’m so sorry.”- Sick Reader x Kate

14. “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”- Wandanat x Reader (Sick Natasha)

15. Sick in an inconvenient place- Sick Hailee x reader

16. Consulting the internet

17. Magical remedy

18. “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.”- Sick reader x Elizabeth

19. Curled up with a pet- Sick Kate x Reader

20. Cramping pain

21. “But if you stay, You’ll get sick too.”- Sick Florence x reader

22. Terms of endearment- Sick Yelena x Reader

23. Coughing fit- Sick Elizabeth x Reader

24. “Did you just sneeze?”- Sick Natasha x Reader

25. Confused/Disoriented- Sick Hailee x Reader

26. “I could really use a hug right about now.”- Sick Scarlett x Reader

27. Uncooperative patient- Sick MJ x Reader

28. “I should have stayed home.” Sick Hailee x Reader

29. Side effects- Sick reader x Yelena

30. Patient zero- Wandanat (Sick Nat)

Characters I will write for during this event:

Wandanat

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Michelle Jones

Scarlett Johansson

Elizabeth Olsen

Florence Pugh

Hailee Steinfeld

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 20

Prompt: “Jeez! Bless you! I think I felt the room shake that time.”

Pairing: Sick Florence Pugh x Reader

Wordcount: 644

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“Of course I get sick during my week off, why wouldn’t I?” Florence groaned sarcastically as she dumped another tissue into the overflowing trashcan beside her, “Ugh! My nose just wont stop running.”

“I know babe, its not fair, is it?” You sympathised. It really wasn’t fair either. Usually whenever Florence got ill, her colds usually gave her no trouble, only really causing some mild sniffles and a light sore throat but this was different. Cold and Flu season in the UK had been especially bad this year, and unfortunately it happened to be particularly bad in the area where you and Flo lived. And so the virus had finally claimed its first victim in your household. Florence was miserable, she truly was, her head hurt and her muscles ached - not to mention the constant burning soreness at the back of her throat.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." You rest a hand against her forehead, its coolness an immediate remedy for the dull, burning sensation lingering in her skull. It was like her brain was being slowly roasted over a bed of coals. "Is there anything I can do to help?" You offered, draping a thick, warm blanket over Florence as she laid on the sofa, barely able to pay attention to her whichever random movie was playing on the TV infront of her.

Florence thought for a moment before asking, “Do we have an- Hh’iitshiew! Hh-iitishiew! – any decongestant?”

“First of all, bless you. And I don’t think we do but once you’ve fallen asleep, I’ll go out and get you some, anything else?”

“Some more tissues wouldn’t hurt? Im almost out again.” She sighed, gesturing down to the almost-empty box which sat on the floor beneath her.

“You’re really putting a serious dent in the tissue population Flo’ y’know?” You smirked, sitting down on the sofa opposite to her, watching with a grin as she rolled her eyes at your remark.

“Im aware of that.” Her voice is hoarse and nasally as she drags a palm along her brow, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this miserable.”

“I’ve never seen you this sick.”

A moment of silence stretches on between the two of you. Then, she sighs, and in a small, croaky voice, she admits, "This is the sickest I've ever been. I can barely sit up..."

You sighed, feeling her sickness pulling at your heart strings you decided to get up to get and sit beside her. Running a hand through her messy hair, you helped her sit up a little, “Hopefully you’ll feel better soon.”

“Yeah..." She turns her face toward yours and nuzzles her nose into your neck, letting you cradle her head upon your shoulder.

It went quite again as you sat there holding her. The room was oddly silent as she settled into your hold, everything was calm for a moment until you Florence began to stir beside you, her breath hitching slightly as she tried to pull away from you.

“Hh-ttshiew! Hheh’TSHHIEW!”

Florence’s body stiffened against you as she sneezed loudly down into the blanket surrounding her.

“Jeez! Bless you! I think I felt the room shake that time.” You exclaimed, not hiding your surprise at her loud outburst before reaching down to grab the last few tissues from her box and handing them to her.

Your girlfriend gave a moan of discomfort as she blew her nose with the tissues, “I hate this so much. My head feels like it's going to explode.” She whined as she shuffled around slightly so she would be able to lean against your shoulder comfortably, letting herself sigh as she sank into you.

“You’ll be okay sweetie, just try and get some rest and let yourself sleep off this yucky bug, hm?” You said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as her eyes fluttered closed, “You’ll feel better soon I promise.”

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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I posted 2,816 times in 2022

That's 2,715 more posts than 2021!

991 posts created (35%)

1,825 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wandasbb

@mcu-romanoff

@lovelyy-moonlight

I tagged 2,154 of my posts in 2022

Only 24% of my posts had no tags

#comment reblog - 322 posts

#natasha romanoff x reader - 183 posts

#natasha romanoff - 162 posts

#13/10 recommend - 156 posts

#chloe’s random thoughts - 140 posts

#soft natasha romanoff - 108 posts

#florence pugh x reader - 96 posts

#florence pugh - 93 posts

#natasha romanoff fluff - 92 posts

#natasha romanoff comfort - 76 posts

Longest Tag: 108 characters

#thinking about when i went to therapy and she was basically like hey did you know your mom made you this way

My Top Posts in 2022:

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

A Hard Day: On a difficult day, Natasha’s love makes you feel better.

A Lot, A Lot: Dating your best friend’s sister was a bad idea. Secretly dating your best friend’s sister was an even worse idea.

A Promise: When Natasha goes on a mission, you anxiously await her return. It comes differently than you expected

Affection: Natasha comes home from a mission and soaks up your affection

Always: After a tough day, Natasha holds you.

As Long As I'm With You: You have a post mission conversation with Nat.

Bad Intel: Your first solo mission doesn’t go as planned.

Best Friend’s Sister: You definitely have a crush on your best friend’s sister. How could this go wrong?

Best in the Whole World: During a visit to Clint’s, Lila doesn’t want to share her Auntie Nat

Career Day: Wanda asks Natasha fill in for career day for her sons where she meets you, their teacher, and she instantly knows she likes you.

Case of the Missing Vegetables: When date night turns into babysitting night

Change of Scenery: For the past few years, you’ve been the main doctor for the Avengers. Most of the time you do things like ice their body parts or stitch up simple wounds. But sometimes they require more help than that.

Chopping Wood: You watch Natasha chop wood.*

Clingy Ali: Your daughter wakes up sick and she clings to Natasha.

Coffee, Pancakes for Two: Natasha orders you breakfast based on one of your favorite songs

Days Like Today: When you can’t sleep, you and Natasha have a brief but meaningful conversation about your future together.

Don’t Go, Please: A battle ends in the worst possible way.

Don’t Go Wasting Your Emotion: You and Natasha watch Mamma Mia and you find out she just might be more familiar with it than you thought.

Everything Will Be Okay: After she returns from a successful mission with Yelena, you have an important conversation with Natasha.

Feel Better: Natasha is always there for you when you are sick

Fourth Favorite Color: After a mission, the feelings you and Natasha have for each other come to light when you share a hotel room

Grocery Shopping: A little girl recognizes Natasha in the grocery store.

Gym Happenings: Things heat up after training with Natasha. *

Hear It in the Silence: Nat comforts you after a tough day

Heart of Gold: After you get married, you and Natasha buy a house together and you run across something of importance while unpacking boxes.

Her Girls: Nat gets home from a mission and needs some healing snuggles.

Her Greatest Protector: Reader is married to Natasha and they have a daughter together. Your daughter wakes up sick and you’re out of town, but Natasha takes care of her.

Her Hero: When your daughter says she wants to be like Natasha when she grows up, Nat has a hard time believing that’s a good thing. You are there to assure her that it is.

Her Superpower: Natasha is there for you when you’re stressed out about a major project for college.

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Hotel Rooms pt. 2

WandaNat x Female Reader

When Professor Romanoff’s ex-wife Professor Maximoff enters the room, you find yourself in the right place at the right time

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Oral (Nat and Wanda receiving), strap on, kissing, cursing

Note: Alright y’all here is the anticipated sequel to Hotel Rooms! It’s my first time writing WandaNat x Reader. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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When Wanda first catches your eye, there’s a certain glint to her own that you can’t quite read. She looks almost like she just won a fight, like she has the keys to the castle.

You think she probably sees worry in your eyes. Worry that you’ve been caught in a compromising position with your professor. And worry that you feel something stir inside you at the sight of the beautiful brunette woman.

Professor Maximoff’s eyes follow your figure, and she grins at you sitting up in the bed with the sheet over your chest. The thin white sheet doesn’t leave much up to her imagination.

“Natasha,” she begins all while still looking at you. “I can’t believe you’re sleeping with a student.”

Natasha doesn’t reply. You only see her swallow hardly. And that’s when you realize that Nat is intimidated by Wanda.

“And you? Y/n, my top student,” she says. She steps closer to you and your eyes widen at her movement. “Is this what you do? Sleep with your professors?”

“No, I- it was just this once,” you try to defend yourself.

“Hm. And did you enjoy fucking my ex-wife?” Professor Maximoff asks you. You have no idea how to reply, finding yourself wanting to give her the correct answer. Just like you do in her literature class.

“Wanda,” Natasha tries to cut in.

What happens next is not what you expected. Wanda moves back from you and across the room to be just inches from Natasha. The brunette caresses her ex-wife’s cheeks with her hands. You notice the length of her fingers.

“You missed me, didn’t you detka?” Wanda asks as she brushes Nat’s cheeks softly. You see red flush into Nat’s cheeks. “Oh, sweet Natasha. I bet you acted all tough with y/n, didn’t you?”

Natasha can’t help but nod. You’re in shock watching the scene in front of you.

“Maybe we should show her how you can really be,” Wanda says. “What do you think, Nat?”

“Yes,” Nat says. Your heart drops.

“Good girl,” Wanda says before she crashes her lips into her ex-wife’s.

It’s a well-practiced dance as Nat’s lips part and Wanda slips her tongue into her mouth. You feel nothing but heat burning in your entire body as you watch your professors make out. Wanda pulls soft moans from Natasha as her hands make her way to her core. Wanda teases her by rubbing her gently over her panties.

When they break the kiss, Natasha already looks completely flustered. More than she did with the orgasm you brought her to, and this was just one kiss. Wanda grins once again as she turns to look at you.

You offer her a shy smile and she pouts at your cuteness. She walks towards you, pulling Natasha by her hand to the bed, and sits down in front of you. Her hand brushes against your leg that’s under the sheet.

“So, what do you say, y/n? Do you want to watch me fuck Professor Romanoff?” the usual Sokovian accent she covers up in class slips out and you practically have to hold back a moan.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Wanda scoots closer to you.

“What was that, baby?” Wanda asks you. A mischievous smile graces her face.

“Yes- yes ma’am,” you say.

“Oh fuck,” Wanda says at your use of that term. “I see why you like her, Natasha. I just might have to fuck you and my ex-wife.”

It’s Natasha this time that kisses Wanda. The two women are a tangle of limbs as they shift on the bed to lay next to you. Wanda straddles over Nat as she lifts your sweatshirt off of her. Wanda smirks at the lack of a bra and her fingers start to run over Nat’s breast. She pays attention to the nipples as she moves her mouth down to her skin as well.

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Baby Fever

Chris Evans x Reader

You and Chris go shopping for a friend’s baby’s birthday party. A conversation about expanding your family results from it

Note: This is based on this request. I went more with the fluff genre for it. It’s very soft. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Babe, look at this!” Chris says excitedly as he holds up a baby onesie. It’s got a Captain America shield on it.

“Oh my god, that’s adorable!” you reply. “Want to get it for Scarlett’s baby?”

“Yes, absolutely. Should we give it to Mackie to give to her, since he’s Cap now?” he asks.

“For sure, babe. Here let’s find one from us,” you say.

You and Chris look through the baby clothes together and hold up ones you think are cute. You lose track of time and end up spending way longer than you intended in the baby clothes.

“Oh, we gotta get home to get ready for the party,” Chris says as he looks at his watch for the time. The two of you make your way to the checkout with probably way too many baby clothes and toys and to your car.

When you get home, you wrap the gifts and start to get changed. You notice Chris’ eyes on you on as you change.

“What?” you ask him with a smile.

“I’m just thinking about us. And about babies,” he says the last part a little shyly.

“Oh yeah?” you ask, and he nods. You walk to him and wrap your arms around his middle. He pulls you closer. “I’ve thought about it too.”

“Really?” he asks excitedly.

“I sure have. Especially with our friends having kids. I’ve always wanted a few of my own,” you explain.

“Me too, baby,” Chris says. “And since I married you, I’ve been wanting to have a few of our own.”

“Same. Our kids will be great, Chris,” you say.

“They sure will be,” he agrees. He leans down and kisses you softly. You deepen the kiss, and he starts to take off the clothes you just put on.

“Chris,” you mumble, “we are going to be late for the party.”

“I’m okay with that,” he says, his voice dripping with passion.

He continues to kiss you; one thing leads to another and you’re decently late for the party.

“Nice of you to join us, y/n, Evans,” Anthony Mackie teases you two as you walk up to the party.

“Hey, at least we come bearing many gifts,” Chris jokes as you enter the house together.

Scarlett’s daughter runs to him and hugs him and then you. Chris has a huge smile during the whole interaction, and it makes your heart skip a beat. You two find Scarlett and the baby. She hugs you both in greeting and Chris holds the baby in his arms.

Scarlett catches you watching your husband in awe and she nudges you playfully. “He’s a natural, huh?”

“He sure is,” you reply with a smile. She smiles too.

Chris walks closer to you with the baby and you take him in your arms. He watches you with the same awe that you were watching him with. And you both know this is what you want for your future, to make your happy family even bigger.

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1,272 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

To Shave or Not to Shave

Chris Evans x Reader

When Chris notices the gray in his beard, you assure him that it still looks good

Note: This is inspired by the recent pics of Chris where you can see he’s starting to get a little gray in his beard. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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“Hey Chris, are you about ready to go?” You ask your boyfriend for the third time in as many minutes.

He doesn’t usually stall so much before going to dinner with his family and you begin to wonder if he’s okay.

“Just one minute, y/n,” he replies with a somewhat shaky voice that does nothing to soothe your worries about him.

“Chris, are you okay?” You ask, knocking on the bathroom door.

There’s a delay before he replies and he opens the door as he does. He’s got a hair razor in hand and an unsure look on his face.

“I think I’m going to shave it,” he says.

“What? Why?” You reply, completely caught off guard by his sudden urge to shave his beard.

“It’s- I just I think it’s time,” Chris says, but you catch the way he’s looking down at this feet like a kid does when they are hiding the truth.

“Babe, what’s going on? If you wanted to shave it just to shave it then I really think you’d have done it by now,” you say softly. At your concern, Chris puts the razor on the bathroom counter.

“Okay I’ll tell you, but don’t make fun of me,” he says shyly.

“Chris, I think you know I only make fun of you for two things: wearing that belt you have had for ages and-“

“My really old iPhone,” he finishes and you both laugh.

“Exactly, yes. So you can tell me what’s going on, babe. You know I’ve got you.”

He reaches for your hand and takes it gently.

“It’s the gray,” he says simply.

“The gray?”

“In my beard. It’s starting to get a little gray and I don’t know I guess I’m a little insecure about it,” Chris says.

“Hey, I happen to love your beard. And the gray is really blending well. I think you look amazing with it, Chris,” you say genuinely.

“Are you sure? I mean I like my beard and don’t really want to shave but the gray might be a reason to. It’s not exactly cool,” he says.

“No, it is cool. It’s part of life, babe. And honestly, if I’m being real, it’s really hot on you,” you say and he smirks at you.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, one hundred percent,” you say. You walk closer to him and he wraps you in a hug.

“I love you, y/n. Thank you for being so kind,” Chris says as he kisses your head.

“I love you too, Chris. Thank you for being so wonderful,” you say.

You two hug for a few moments and stay intertwined for a sweet kiss.

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