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Y/N:Â Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: âI am very proud of you. Love, Natashaâ*
Wanda:Â Oh yeah. I didnât think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: âBe good. For the love of God, Please be good.â*
a/n: well hello everyone⌠i apologize bc iâve been on a writing hiatus for a couple months but my writers block was at its worst. so i hope this story works as an apology. i hope you all enjoy and expect more writing very soon ;) love you all <3
pairing: florence pugh x female reader
warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, fingering, language, praise kink
description: Scarlett Johanssonâs adopted daughter tags along on all her projects and when the filming of Black Widow starts up, a secret romance between you Florence blooms
word count: 4k
It had become the norm for you to accompany your mother on a red carpet event, help on set, and even become a bit of her manager. You were adopted at 15 by your now mother, Scarlett Johansson. There was a lot of adjusting to your new lifestyle when the time did come, but it didnât take long.
You had been on this wild ride for 7 years now and you learned to love every second of it. There were some amazing people that you had met along the way that you could say would become forever friends. You had no clue that one new friend would have such an effect on you.Â
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"I'll be home by 2AM darling!" Flo called out to you from the front door, as she went to leave.
"Wait!" You shriek, and sprint to her from the back of the house.
"What is it my love?" She questions with a concerned expression.
"You.. You were just going to leave without my goodbye kiss?" You pant out while trying to catch your breath.
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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'sđ" 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?!â She gasps out, then immediately breaks out into a drunk rambling.
âDid you know that I love you?! Because, I do! I really freaking do! I canât wait to carry all of our babies! Well, you can carry some too, actually I want them to look like you! Mini Y/Nâs running around the house, theyâd have your cute nose, and beautiful y/e/c eyes. Oh my gosh, baby, letâs have a baby!!!â
You choke on your water, and start spluttering, and you can vaguely hear Florence tapping on the phone to âassistâ you.
âLet it out baby!!â She slurs into the phone.
âBaby, are you okay?â She asks after a few seconds, and you finally catch a break from your spluttering to reply.
âYes, darling, Iâm okayâŚâ
âDo you not want to have babies with me?â She whimpers into the phone, and you can hear the inflection in her voice telling you sheâs on the verge of crying.
âOh, darling, noâ.â
She starts sobbing, and you realize your sequence of words was not all that smart.
âHey, Flossie, calm down, sweetheartâ.â
âIâm going to goâŚâ 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 sheâs at, regardless of the fact that youâre already in your pajamas.
Itâs now 12:58AM, and youâre stood outside the pub waiting for her to walk out after last call. Youâre 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.
âI donât wanna go home to her! Sheâs a dream crusher! She took my mini Y/Nâs from me. They were frolicking around the bar, and then they just fizzled away. Sheâs 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 wouldnât, that would be preposterousâŚ. Why doesnât she want to have babies with me?â 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 Florenceâs 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 thatâs what she probably wants right now.
âFlo, my darling, love of my lifeâŚâ
She continues to ârunâ away from you.
âSchmoopsie, Flossie, my gorgeous girl..â
Her speed slows slightly, but itâs obvious sheâs just tiring, she still wants to âescapeâ you.
âFlorence Pugh! Mother of all my future babies, will you please just stop!â
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.
âOh, my sweet girl, never a dull moment.â You sigh out, as you maneuver your full arms around her body to pull her into your body.
âYou really want to have my babies?â
âYes, of course I do, I didnât mean for it to sound like a no over the phone, but you hung up before I could explainâŚâ
âIâm sorryâŚâ
âDonât be darling, I shouldâve chosen my words better.â
âCan we have a baby tomorrow then?â
âBaby, I think weâre skipping a few steps here.â 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.
âWhat did we skip?â
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.
âWell, for startersâŚâ
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.
âFlorence Rose Pugh, Iâve known you for eight years, we met one summer when I was on a âholidayâ in OxfordâŚâ you exaggerate the word, in your best British accent.
â⌠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 youâd make it your lifeâs mission to seek me out, and Iâd do the same between shifts at the coffee shop and classes at âUniâ. 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 weâd have gotten over ourselves. Regardless, here we are, three years later and drunkenly fighting about all of our hypothetical children outside of a barâŚâ
âAll ten of them.â She mumbles over a bite of her burger.
âWeâll circle back to thatâŚâ You laugh out.
âEverything has changed, but weâve somehow stayed the same where it counts. I couldnâtâno I wouldnât, imagine my life with anyone else. You make my life worth living, soâFlossie, would you do me the absolute honor of becoming my wife?â
âIf I say yes, then youâll have my babies?â
âIf you say yes, then Iâll be your wife.â You sigh out exasperatedly.
âI think I like the sound of that, Mrs. Y/N Pugh, it rolls off the tongue rather nicely.â She beams, as she grips your chin, and guides you to your feet.
âIâd love nothing more than to marry you, my perfect angelâŚâ She genuinely coos, as she uses her grip on your chin to pull you in for a passionate kiss.
âMy besties are getting married!!!â Hailee shrieks, as she jumps out from behind a bush, that you hadnât even seen her sneaking into.
âAnd having babies!!!â Flo cheers along with her, as they hug one another, and jump around in a connected circle.
âYeah, apparently 10.â You grumble to yourself, as you guide the drunk women to your car to get home.
The following morning you wake up to the sunâs golden rays shining through, and to the sound of Florence groans, causing you to chuckle.
âGood morning darling.â 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.
âDid you have a good night?â
âFrom what I can remember of it, yeahâŚâ She mutters, and you immediately stiffen in her embrace.
âWhat do you remember?â You stutter out, trying not to sound disappointed.
âI remember dancing with Hailee and the crew, drinking an ungodly amount of booze, and agreeing to spend the rest of my life with you.â She muses, smirking against your skin as she feels your body relax.
âYouâre meanâŚâ 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.
âYou really think Iâd forget such a pivotal moment in my life? Iâve been patiently waiting for you to make this move for ages.â
âWhat if Iâd been waiting on you?â You quip back and she giggles from above you.
âWell, that wouldâve been an extremely long game of cat and mouse.â
You donât reply, instead, you just simply stare up at the beautiful woman. She shies under your gaze, and you smile softly at the affect youâd 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.
âNo! No sexy times! Only brunch! Brunch and bestie cuddles!â 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 canât help but to smile at the sound.
âI did promise her brunchâŚâ
âYeah, but you also promised me babies.â She lowly states, with a lust filled gaze, and you roll your eyes at her willful ignorance to basic biology.
âLaterâŚâ You promise and she reluctantly concedes.
âBe out in ten Hailâs.â
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.
âDonât get mad.â She laughs out, and your nerves begin to bubble up.
She turns her phone, and you groan at the sight.
âFLORENCE PUGH PROPOSED TO BY CRAZED FAN!â
Then thereâs 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.
âBrunch is canceled.â You groan, and fall back against the bed.
She stands up, and pulls you up against your protests, then leads you out the door.
Yeah, youâve decided it, youâre never answering your phone after 12AM againâŚ
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 childrenâs eyes, cowering behind the rails as they yelled at her, âWitch! Witch!â
Her fingertips, black and rotten, shakily hovered in front of them, asking them to stop.
It wasnât supposed to be this way. I did all of this for you. Please donât 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 donât? Itâs not fair.
âStay back.â You said firmly. âI donât want to hurt you.â
âPlease, Y/N.â She pleaded, her knees buckling underneath her. âP-Please, I did all of this for us.â
âThere is no us here, witch.â You seethed. âYou hurt my wife, and frightened my kids. I want you to leave.â
She remembered once when she said those exact same words to someone else, someone that threatened her familyâs 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 elseâs happiness. Everyone elseâs happiness, but never her own.
When will it ever be her turn? ďżźďżźďżźďżźďżźďżź
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 wonât stop at anyoneâs 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 wasnât 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.
âNo.â
She closed her eyes.
âThis is not how your story ends, Wanda Maximoff.â
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.
âOh, there you are.â
She looked over her shoulder, and there you are, with a bright smile.
You approached her heartily and pecked her on the lips. âYou ready, babe?â
âF-For what?â
âFor the premiere.â You let out a short laugh. âHello? Earth to Lizzie?â
Lizzie?
There was concern in your eyes, but she couldnât 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.
âY-Yeah, of course.â She forced a smile, as you led her out of the hotel room.
âIn this universe, Wanda Maximoff,â the voice returned, âyou are not Wanda Maximoff.â
She furrowed her eyebrows as you led her into the back of a fancy car.
âWanda Maximoff is merely fictitious, hence, as is your pain.â
And then she saw it. As the car stopped in front of a sea of people, seemingly waiting for her, in a big backdrop with bold graphics was a picture of her face, and Strangeâs, and Wongâs and Americaâs. The title read âDoctor Strange In The Multiverse of Madnessâ.