Simp_Nation

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Florence smiles adoringly at you, and your perfectly kissable pout.

"Oh no, how could I have committed such an atrocity." She gasps out, then reaches for your hips and pulls you into her body.

She leans in, and pecks your lips, then laughs at she hears your whines.

"Was that not a kiss darling?" She teases you, working to do so any chance she gets.

"Not a good enough one." You grumble, while stubbornly trying to wriggle out of her grasp.

"My apologies, let me make it up to you then." She replies, mischief ever present in her tone.

She swiftly rotates your body, and slams you into the door. Her lips meet yours in an all too consuming kiss, and your brain all but short circuits.

"Better?"

You hum, unable to form a coherent thought, and she chuckles at your state.

"I'll see you in a few hours darling, I love you."

"I love you too, Flo." You say, finally regaining some of your cognition functions back.

She spins your body off the door, pecks your lips once more, then slips out the door.

"Well, Billie girl, I guess it's just us for the night..." You murmur, as you make your way to heat up some popcorn, and queue up your comfort Marvel movie.

You were in the process of cleaning up your movie mess, having just finished your third movie of the night, when your phone began to ring. "Hail's💜" lit up on your caller ID, so you'd answered it without hesitation.

"Hello?"

"Y/N!!! Why aren't you here?!"

"You know the club isn't exactly my scene."

"Well, I miss you..."

"I miss you too sweets, maybe we can get some post hangover brunch tomorrow, yeah?" You chuckle out, simply hearing her level of drunk and knowing Flo's probably surpassed that.

"Please!!!!" She whines out, then you hear a muffling noise, and your curiosity is peaked.

"Who is this!! Why are you stealing my bestie from me?" Florence slurs into the phone, and you smile to yourself.

"Well, hello to you too darling."

"Y/N?! Oh my gosh... Baby, is that you?!” She gasps out, then immediately breaks out into a drunk rambling.

“Did you know that I love you?! Because, I do! I really freaking do! I can’t wait to carry all of our babies! Well, you can carry some too, actually I want them to look like you! Mini Y/N’s running around the house, they’d have your cute nose, and beautiful y/e/c eyes. Oh my gosh, baby, let’s have a baby!!!”

You choke on your water, and start spluttering, and you can vaguely hear Florence tapping on the phone to ‘assist’ you.

“Let it out baby!!” She slurs into the phone.

“Baby, are you okay?” She asks after a few seconds, and you finally catch a break from your spluttering to reply.

“Yes, darling, I’m okay…”

“Do you not want to have babies with me?” She whimpers into the phone, and you can hear the inflection in her voice telling you she’s on the verge of crying.

“Oh, darling, no—.”

She starts sobbing, and you realize your sequence of words was not all that smart.

“Hey, Flossie, calm down, sweetheart—.”

“I’m going to go…” She sniffles into the phone then hangs up.

You groan exaggeratedly, and Billie looks up at you sympathetically. You pat her head, grab your keys, then leave to the pub she’s at, regardless of the fact that you’re already in your pajamas.

It’s now 12:58AM, and you’re stood outside the pub waiting for her to walk out after last call. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, her favorite after drinking burger in the other, and you even picked up a cheesy baby onesie that was on clearance to help remedy your sins.

Florence stumbles out of the bar, leaning against a far less drunk Hailee, who locks eyes with you instantly. She glares at you, while you try to plead with your eyes for some understanding. Then Florence starts shouting.

“I don’t wanna go home to her! She’s a dream crusher! She took my mini Y/N’s from me. They were frolicking around the bar, and then they just fizzled away. She’s like a baby snatcher. Why would I want to have babies with a dream crushing, baby snatching, gorgeous woman that I love so very much. I wouldn’t, that would be preposterous…. Why doesn’t she want to have babies with me?“ Florence starts with a shout, then fades into a dreamy state, and ends with a light sob, Hailee catches on to your gaze, and lifts Florence’s face until her gaze falls on you.

She turns away immediately and starts to stumble down the street, so now you find yourself chasing after her in your Yelena t-shirt and Marvel bottoms. Most would think you were a crazy stalker, and that’s what she probably wants right now.

“Flo, my darling, love of my life…”

She continues to “run” away from you.

“Schmoopsie, Flossie, my gorgeous girl..”

Her speed slows slightly, but it’s obvious she’s just tiring, she still wants to “escape” you.

“Florence Pugh! Mother of all my future babies, will you please just stop!”

She halts in her movements, allowing you to catch up to her. You open your water bottle, take a swig, then lift it to her lips. She chugs the entirety of your hydro, and you just chuckle at her antics.

“Oh, my sweet girl, never a dull moment.” You sigh out, as you maneuver your full arms around her body to pull her into your body.

“You really want to have my babies?”

“Yes, of course I do, I didn’t mean for it to sound like a no over the phone, but you hung up before I could explain…”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be darling, I should’ve chosen my words better.”

“Can we have a baby tomorrow then?”

“Baby, I think we’re skipping a few steps here.” You laugh out, and she pulls back with a pout, that you swiftly kiss away.

She hums in contentment against your lips, then she murmurs.

“What did we skip?”

You sigh, then hand her the burger, and she immediately bites into it, and grabs the flowers you extend out as she stares at you expectantly.

“Well, for starters…”

You curse yourself for ever picking up the phone earlier tonight, having not planned for things to go this way. Especially not in the dirty streets of LA, while outside of a bar, but it just felt perfectly timed.

“Florence Rose Pugh, I’ve known you for eight years, we met one summer when I was on a ‘holiday’ in Oxford…” you exaggerate the word, in your best British accent.

“… and everything just clicked for us, we became fast friends, and soon enough we were pen pals. Fast forward four years and you were finally living in the same state as me, even if it was only part time, we became inseparable. Between scenes you’d make it your life’s mission to seek me out, and I’d do the same between shifts at the coffee shop and classes at ‘Uni’. It only took me a year of time with you to confirm that I was in love, but it took you a little longer to catch on. That night at your premiere party, where you let your drunken jealousy take over was honestly the best night of my life. If not for that oblivious guy flirting with me, who knows if we’d have gotten over ourselves. Regardless, here we are, three years later and drunkenly fighting about all of our hypothetical children outside of a bar…”

“All ten of them.” She mumbles over a bite of her burger.

“We’ll circle back to that…” You laugh out.

“Everything has changed, but we’ve somehow stayed the same where it counts. I couldn’t—no I wouldn’t, imagine my life with anyone else. You make my life worth living, so—Flossie, would you do me the absolute honor of becoming my wife?”

“If I say yes, then you’ll have my babies?”

“If you say yes, then I’ll be your wife.” You sigh out exasperatedly.

“I think I like the sound of that, Mrs. Y/N Pugh, it rolls off the tongue rather nicely.” She beams, as she grips your chin, and guides you to your feet.

“I’d love nothing more than to marry you, my perfect angel…” She genuinely coos, as she uses her grip on your chin to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

“My besties are getting married!!!” Hailee shrieks, as she jumps out from behind a bush, that you hadn’t even seen her sneaking into.

“And having babies!!!” Flo cheers along with her, as they hug one another, and jump around in a connected circle.

“Yeah, apparently 10.” You grumble to yourself, as you guide the drunk women to your car to get home.

The following morning you wake up to the sun’s golden rays shining through, and to the sound of Florence groans, causing you to chuckle.

“Good morning darling.” You whisper, as you guide her face to your chest to shield her from the light.

She smiles against your chest, and begins to place gentle kisses to your skin, while you massage at her scalp.

“Did you have a good night?”

“From what I can remember of it, yeah…” She mutters, and you immediately stiffen in her embrace.

“What do you remember?” You stutter out, trying not to sound disappointed.

“I remember dancing with Hailee and the crew, drinking an ungodly amount of booze, and agreeing to spend the rest of my life with you.” She muses, smirking against your skin as she feels your body relax.

“You’re mean…” You grumble, and go to get up, but she pulls you back down, and harshly throws you atop the mattress.

She straddles your lap, then leans down to kiss you tenderly.

“You really think I’d forget such a pivotal moment in my life? I’ve been patiently waiting for you to make this move for ages.”

“What if I’d been waiting on you?” You quip back and she giggles from above you.

“Well, that would’ve been an extremely long game of cat and mouse.”

You don’t reply, instead, you just simply stare up at the beautiful woman. She shies under your gaze, and you smile softly at the affect you’d just had on her. Reaching up with both hands you secure them behind her neck, then guide her face down to yours, and move your lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

Florence has other ideas though, and bites down harshly on your lower lip, and you gasp. She slips her tongue past your parted lips, and moves her hands underneath your shirt to cup your bare breasts, and you moan at the feeling.

“No! No sexy times! Only brunch! Brunch and bestie cuddles!” Hailee shouts through the door, as she starts to hammer her fist into it.

Florence groans at the interruption, slightly pulling back to yell at her to fuck off, but you just immediately start laughing from beneath her and she can’t help but to smile at the sound.

“I did promise her brunch…”

“Yeah, but you also promised me babies.” She lowly states, with a lust filled gaze, and you roll your eyes at her willful ignorance to basic biology.

“Later…” You promise and she reluctantly concedes.

“Be out in ten Hail’s.”

She knocks twice to acknowledge your statement, and you and Flo get ready to face the day.

You heard Flo giggling from the bathroom, so you made your way over to see what was so funny, but she hid her phone to her chest, and you quirked your brow.

“Don’t get mad.” She laughs out, and your nerves begin to bubble up.

She turns her phone, and you groan at the sight.

“FLORENCE PUGH PROPOSED TO BY CRAZED FAN!”

Then there’s dark, grainy photos of a drunk Florence, staring at you in bewilderment while your PJ clad, messy haired form dopily stares up at her with a ring in hand.

“Brunch is canceled.” You groan, and fall back against the bed.

She stands up, and pulls you up against your protests, then leads you out the door.

synopsis: she took the gamble. what more could she lose?

word count: 0.6k

a/n: this is the product of 2am mom brainrot . . . what the actual fuck is this

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She looked and saw the fear in her children’s eyes, cowering behind the rails as they yelled at her, “Witch! Witch!”

Her fingertips, black and rotten, shakily hovered in front of them, asking them to stop.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I did all of this for you. Please don’t be scared.

A force knocked her off her feet, and she landed with a thud on the ground. When she looked up it was you, standing with a protective arm extended in front of the version of her from this universe, the version of her that deserved to be happy.

Why does she get to be happy but I don’t? It’s not fair.

“Stay back.” You said firmly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please, Y/N.” She pleaded, her knees buckling underneath her. “P-Please, I did all of this for us.”

“There is no us here, witch.” You seethed. “You hurt my wife, and frightened my kids. I want you to leave.”

She remembered once when she said those exact same words to someone else, someone that threatened her family’s happiness. She had blasted them away from the bubble of reality she created, and now she was on the other side of it, threatening someone else’s happiness. Everyone else’s happiness, but never her own.

When will it ever be her turn? 

What is the purpose of this existence but a constant cycle of pain and suffering?

Her chest tightened and ached. She let the sobs take over, and crumpled upon herself on the floor. A hand touched her chin and lifted it. She saw her own sorrow reflected in the eyes of the other her, despite the cuts and bruises.

She was the monster parents warn their kids of at night, an unrelenting killer that won’t stop at anyone’s cost.

The Darkhold had corrupted her mind, already fragile as it was. She let herself be selfish for once, but it came to nothing. It wasn’t her life, it would never be hers to live. A million universes and none in which she could be happy, not unless she was Wanda Maximoff.

The Tower shook like a thousand earthquakes, and rocks began to break off the mountain and rain down on her. America Chavez had disappeared behind her portal, just as a boulder hurried down to block the entrance.

Wanda looked up and saw another boulder rushing down towards her.

“No.”

She closed her eyes.

“This is not how your story ends, Wanda Maximoff.”

The booming, low voice was all she could remember, then the faint image of a bald man with glowing white eyes.

Bright light blinded her when she opened her eyes again. It was quiet. She was in a room many floors above a big city, New York City.

She looked down. Her fingertips were healthy and light-colored, no more the black monstrosity she had had to live with. Her nails were even painted a pure white.

“Oh, there you are.”

She looked over her shoulder, and there you are, with a bright smile.

You approached her heartily and pecked her on the lips. “You ready, babe?”

“F-For what?”

“For the premiere.” You let out a short laugh. “Hello? Earth to Lizzie?”

Lizzie?

There was concern in your eyes, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down towards the stunning attire you wore. Black really was your color. And on your left hand, the one holding hers tenderly, a beautiful diamond ring on your ring finger.

“Y-Yeah, of course.” She forced a smile, as you led her out of the hotel room.

“In this universe, Wanda Maximoff,” the voice returned, “you are not Wanda Maximoff.”

She furrowed her eyebrows as you led her into the back of a fancy car.

“Wanda Maximoff is merely fictitious, hence, as is your pain.”