#florence pugh x gn reader

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paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, flo being a simp over r, my woman here has no game

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language

word count: 0.8k

note: I was actually writing a request but I soft of diverted from the main plot and came up with this little fic. It's not that good but I feel like it's cute, so here you go. A short fic so you guys don't forget about me (I'm so dramatic). I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

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Florence had one rule when working that she always made sure to follow: never ever date a coworker. 

No matter how pretty they were, how smart they were or how interesting they seemed to be, she never ever dared to break her most sacred rule. Starting a relationship with a coworker was problematic. It would always get messy and there would be tension around the set, and things would get weird and complicated. And she couldn’t risk having to work in that kind of atmosphere. Not when she would commit one hundred percent to every single one of her projects, not when she had to give the very best of her, not when she had to be flawless. But all of that came crashing down once she met you. 

There was something about you that caught Florence’s eyes the second she laid her eyes on your frame. She didn’t know if it was your pretty face, or the way your eyes would light up when talking about the movie you two were working on, or the sound of your laugh. But there was something so familiar yet unknown about you, and she needed more of that comforting feeling. 

At first she tried to convince herself that all she wanted was to be friends with you, because she wasn’t about to break her golden rule. But the more alone time she would spend with you, the harder it was to keep telling herself that same lie. She just couldn't’ stay friends with you, she didn’t want to. The more she got to know you the harder they were to keep those feelings at bay. The harder it became for her to not blush when you complimented her looks for the movie, or that warm feeling she would get in her stomach everytime your hand would brush hers, or that peacefulness she would feel by just hearing your laugh. 

But the problem was that she didn’t know who you felt. You were touchy with her, but you were touchy with everyone. You laughed at her jokes, but you would find even the dumbest dad joke hilarious. So she had to take matters into her own hands. She had to grow some ovaries and just ask you out. Even if that meant she was going to break her golden rule, even if she wasn’t sure you would feel the same. Besides, shooting was almost over, so if things didn’t work out her way she just had to wait one more week and she would never see your stupid pretty face again. Although that wasn’t at all what she actually wanted. 

She decided to wait for the lunch break. The only break that would have since you were the First Assistant Director, an extremely tiring job if someone would ask her. But she knew that it was what you loved doing. Not an assistant but it would eventually lead to being a director and that was all you aspired to be in life. 

Lucky for her anytime the bell announcing the lunch break would ring. Florence counted from one to three in her head and then the loud piercing sound filled her ears. She quickly made her way to where you were standing. 

“Hey there!” she internally cursed herself once she heard the high pitched in her words.

“Flo, hey. Is everything okay? Do you need something?” she smiled at your words, always being the caretaker on set. Well, after all that was you job. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everything's fine. I just need to ask you something. But it’s more of a personal question, not work related. But it’s not personal for you, I mean, it is since you are involved. But it’s more of a personal question for me because I’m the one asking you. Does that make sense? I’m not making any sense, am I? It’s just—.”

“Hey,” you cut her off, placing your hand on her shoulders trying to calm her down. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” she quickly mumbled so low that you couldn’t hear the words she said. “What I’m trying to say is that,” she took a deep breath. She was being stupid, this was not how she planned this whole thing to go. “I really like you Y/n. And I would love to take you out sometime.” 

There she said it. it was said. Out in the world and she couldn’t take it back. She didn’t want to though. No matter your answer, it felt good to confess her feelings. 

Your hands moved down from her shrouds to find her hands, giving them a squeeze and your thumbs triling circles in them. 

“I would love to go out with you. I was actually going to ask you earlier, but I chickened out,” you shyly admitted.

“You were?”

“How could I not? You are something really special Florence Pugh. It would be a mistake to just let you walk away.”

A smile found its way to Florence's lips. Maybe breaking her golden rule wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it was exactly what she had to do.

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[yelenaslyubov]

A New Frontier: Part 1

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a/n: welcome to the first part of my first series! like i said in my announcement, i’m not sure how many parts this series will have, but as i see it now, definitely over 6 so get excited about that!! this first part is definitely a build up to everything will be contained going further, so there’s not much adventuring in this one. i hope you enjoy!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you’re granted the opportunity to join the avengers on your first top secret mission together. not only are you navigating your newfound status as an avenger, but you’re also trying to hide your affection for another avenger, yelena. you travel to your location in stealth and soon find out what kind of mess you’ve really gotten into.

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Your eyes jolted open when you realized you had fallen asleep accidentally.

“…and we need to act fast in order to make sure we do our part in this mess. And remember, none of you jackasses better make a peep about this, I mean it.”

Shit.

You had fallen asleep during the majority of Tony’s mission announcement. This was the first stakeout call that you had been invited on since you had been recruited. Most jobs were simple and thorough—fighting and taking down a villain and so on. Everything was usually the same, except this time and you missed it.

“Alright, that’s all I got. Be ready and down to the pad in an hour.” Tony dismissed everyone from the room when they all dispersed and you were left disoriented from the meeting.

“AH, I’m so excited!” you heard Kamala squeal. You assumed she had been asked out on the mission as well, making this her first too. “I’ve never seen a horse in person before!”

Now you were even more confused as to what was happening. You decided to be surprised rather than ask too many questions, especially since you were new. You couldn’t be caught slacking on the job already.

You went up to your room to pack whatever you could with the little information you had. You remembered something being said in between your slumber about it being dry and hot, so you kept that in mind.

You packed all the toiletries you had since you did not know when you would return. You didn’t have a permanent suit currently, as it was still being worked on and you didn’t know when it was going to be done. You hoped you could finally break into it on this trip so you wouldn’t have to use one of the hand-me-downs.

You jumped as you heard a knock at your door. “Can I come in?” Kate shouted through the door. Even before you could speak Kate had opened the door and was on a mission.

“Do you have deodorant or a hairbrush? I-I must have lost mine or run out because I don’t know where they went.”

Kate was the first friend you had made since you had been recruited. You both hit it off immediately and she made the transition from normal life to super life much easier.

“How does one not know when they run out of deodorant?” you chuckled.

“I honestly don’t know. I think I kinda just slap it on without looking while I’m halfway out the door,” she stammered.

“Well in that case, yes, I have both deodorant and a hairbrush so you lucked out today.”

“Ugh, thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” Kate sighed. “Oh, by the way! If you’re all good with it I think Kamala was going to bunk with me and it’s three to a room so you wanna join?”

“Uhm, that sounds good,” you responded. You were nervous to be in such close proximity to so many new people, but you were excited to be involved in something this secretive.

“Awesome! Well, I’ll see you down there then.” Kate smiled and then ran out of the room in the same manner she came. It was then you realized you missed your chance to ask her what exactly you all were doing and what you should bring. It added even more mystery.

You had filled your duffel bag to the brim with anything you could think of—a couple books, clothes for all weather conditions, a swimsuit, a coat, etc. You had said goodbye to your room for the time being when you ran into another Avenger in the hallway.

“Oh, uhm hey.” You were face to face with a green-eyed woman looking slightly up at you. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“It’s good,” the woman smiled and shrugged. She walked off without saying a word and you felt an uncomfortable aura blooming.

The butterflies in your stomach slowed their flutter the farther away the woman went. You had learned in your first few days as an Avenger that her name was Yelena. She had short blonde hair and the most captivating eyes you had ever seen. She was nothing short of intimidating so you had exchanged little words between the two of you. This was most inconvenient for you because you were tired of her staring at you as if you were a bit helpless.

You hoped this trip proved otherwise.

You were still awkwardly standing in the hallway after your encounter with Yelena when Kamala came out of her room with what looked like all her belongings balances in her arms. You could make out her eyes peeking between different objects that looked like a fan and a small table.

“I hope I packed enough,” she said through muffled words. “I don’t know how long we’ll be gone.”

“I don’t think you’ll have any problem with that,” you laughed. You watched her carefully walk down the stairs with the rest of her things.

Based on everyone’s timely exit, you assumed that you should probably make your way down to load up. When you made your way down to the pad where everyone else was waiting. Everyone’s packs varied in size so you had no idea how your packing job compared to anyone else’s.

Wanda and Nat had a decent sized suitcase for the both of them to share and others had small duffel bags. You giggled a little to yourself when you saw Peter’s only bag which appeared to be his school bag.

“How did you manage to fit everything in there, Pete?” you asked him.

“Oh uhm all I really need is a few clothes, but the rest is homework.”

“You’re bringing homework on an Avenger’s top secret mission?”

“Uh… yes?”

“That sounds like a sad life, Peter Parker.” You looked to your right where Yelena was standing. “Do you do anything for your own pleasure… like ever?”

You, Yelena, and Peter all stood together staring at one another, waiting for someone to say anything.

“Alright!” Tony yelled. “It’s time to load up.”

Everyone made their way onto their biggest quinjet they had and found their seats. You sat towards the back of the jet as you filed in behind Yelena. Conveniently, you sat directly behind her so you had the perfect view for the duration of the flight. Kamala sat down next to you with her stuffed giraffe in hand.

You heard the echo of the seat buckles clanking together as everyone took their place. You then watched as Yelena twisted her hair up high and put it in a bun. You were mesmerized by the way her blonde highlights caught the glimmer of light shining through the small windows.

Kate looked back at you at the wrong moment because she caught you staring at Yelena. She smirked and winked, signaling that she planned on keeping your secret. Your face was flush with embarrassment. You had not planned to let anyone in on your little crush but there was no going back now. All you had to do was prevent Yelena from finding out.

Tony hopped on last and shut the large door behind him. “As much as I wish I was joining you on this part of the excursion, I’m going to be residing on a small base right outside of the airport we’ll be flying into. I’m working on tracking air transportation as well as focusing on the technical aspects of the issue. I will be checking in regularly.

“As much as I would love to fly everywhere, we have to be more careful.” You looked around at the others to see if they had any clue to what he was talking about. “Once we arrive at the airport, you’ll be assigned vehicles that you must transport in. Using jets gets too risky with the high volume of dust and dirt. You would be noticed too easily that way, so it’s much easier to fit in with the rest of the crowd. Another form of transformation will be provided… promptly.”

Tony sat down in the controller seat without another word, leaving only you at a loss of what could be coming.

You stared at the back of Yelena once again before falling asleep to the sound of her voice and buttons pushing from inside the jet

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You jolted awake at the sound of the large compartment door opening. It was abnormally bright and dust seemed to be swarming into the jet. You looked to your right to see Kamala passed out as well.

You stood up to stretch and grab your things, but you were distracted by the look on Yelena’s face as she stared at Kamala. She then turned to you and you were not sure what to do. Yelena looked as if she was trying not to laugh.

“You’ve got something about there…” Yelena gestured around the side of your mouth where you found dried drool from your peaceful sleep.

You frantically wiped it off the best you could and tried to shake the feeling of embarrassment that washed over you. “Oh, I’m sorry, thank you,” you nervously responded.

You proceeded to wipe everything off your face shamefully. You gave Kamala a small tap on the side of her arms in hopes to wake her up. She jolted awake as if she had been screamed at.

“What happened?” she said, groggily.

“You fell asleep…and it looks like we’re here,” you responded. You gathered your things and joined everyone at the front of the quinjet.

“Listen up!” Tony yelled. “This is where I leave you. You’ll be self-escorted from here to the designated vehicles that are waiting outside. I have implemented state of the art trackers and GPS in each of the vehicles. Try to use these vehicles as much as possible. When the time comes, by all means, do whatever is necessary to complete said task, but please, for the love of God, stay hidden. We do not need to be compromised and if I hear about any of you messing around…I will personally handle the situation, and you don’t want that.”

You looked back and forth from Kate to Kamala. You could tell Tony was being serious, which meant this mission was a whole lot harder than you led on in your mind.

As you all unloaded off of the jet the sun pierced through the door making you cover your eyes. Once your eyes adjusted to the brightness, you were met with the vast ground of red clay and trees in the distance. There was not a house or town in sight meaning you were far away from civilization.

“This is my worst nightmare,” Yelena whispered to Natasha.

“No kidding. I can already feel my skin sweltering,” she responded.

Your face recoiled when you saw the rides that were provided to each of you. “They’re joking right?”

“I wish,” Bucky said as he walked by you.

“Ain’t she a beaut, Cap?” Sam said while rubbing his hand back and forth down the side of the truck.

Before you were four rusty, beat-up pickup trucks that were supposed to be your rides for the time being. You weren’t even sure how long they were going to last. They were most definitely older than you.

“Are we sure these are safe to drive…or ride in?” Yelena questioned.

“They’re top of the line, I assure you,” Steve said.

“Maybe when you were born,” she mumbled.

You laughed at her comment and Yelena turned around to look at you and she smirked. Your face couldn’t help but turn a deep shade of pink, but you hoped the heat would disguise your blushing.

“Alright, let’s hit the road. We’re burning daylight here and it’s a two hour drive,” Steve informed everyone which earned a groan from each of them.

Steve, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Peter took one of the trucks and planned on leading the way to the house. The rest of you assumed you could fit in one truck but there were two left and needed to utilize them both. One truck could seat five and the other could seat three; there were six of you left and you each knew you couldn’t leave someone behind by themselves.

“Race ya!” Kamala yelled. Nat, Wanda, Kate, and Kamala began to run to the five seater truck, while you and Yelena stayed behind. I guess you both assumed that it wasn’t worth fighting over.

You were hesitant to say anything at first but you were curious. “Why didn’t you go with them?”

Yelena shrugged. “My sister and Wanda can get gross when they’re together so I would rather be 100 feet away. But I hope you know I’m driving.”

You nodded in agreement, not wanting to go against her wishes. How could you say no?

You and Yelena put your belongings in the trunk of the car and shut it nice and tight so there was no way it could fly out and escape. Yelena climbed in the driver's seat while you sat next to her in the passenger's seat. The truck started with a sputter and music started blasting through the radio. Tony Keith’s voice rang out, causing you to plug your eyes.

“If this is what the trip has in store,” you gestured to the nature outside and then to the radio, “it’s going to be a long trip.”

“I think my ears are bleeding,” Yelena groaned.

“How about I do this.” You made the executive decision to turn the music completely off. “Better?”

“Much.” Yelena was satisfied with your choice. She followed the kicked up dust trail that led to the truck in front of them. They were farther ahead but you both hoped you hadn’t lost them.

In the meantime, you decided to look around the truck to see what all treasures were held inside. Just by looking at it, it didn’t seem to be anything special. The dash was covered in dirt and dust and old, empty bullet shells rested on top. There were no cup holders for drinks, only a bench seat that could fit another person. You found yourself wondering what would happen if you scooted just a bit closer. You brushed off the thought and continued your scavenger hunt.

There was no backseat, only a small gap that could fit a slender bag. There was a tacklebox that slipped under your seat, so you decided to dig through it. You gasped as you opened it to reveal a pistol made out of vibranium. You could spot it from anywhere.

“Woah!” you admired it. You shifted the small pistol in your hand, observing the craftsmanship.

“Oh shit,” Yelena said. Her eyebrows were raised, telling you she was just as impressed.

“They really did the most.” You took another look at it before you put it back where it belonged and slid it back under the seat. “What we’re to happen if we were stopped somehow and we had that in the car? Wouldn’t they do the math?”

“Look at this thing,” Yelena said plainly.

You looked around at the crusted steering wheel, the patchy seats, and the dirty covered floor. “I suppose you’re right.”

Yelena sighed and continued driving.

You watched the world go by as the clay mesa crowded your vision. It was beautiful in its own way and it was nothing like you had ever seen. The plateau of rock and the arches that presented themselves high off the ground. You may even learn to love it.

You then turned your attention to the driver. Yelena did not go anywhere in public without dressing her best. She was wearing wide cut jeans, a cropped shirt, and high leather boots. The dedication impressed you, especially in this weather. Your eyes wandered from her clothes to her skin and how her olive tone was tanned from the sun. Her eyes twinkled with the reflection of the endless blue sky and you found yourself drowning. Of course until Yelena looked over at you because you had been in a daze for too long.

You turned your attention back out the window with the hope that she wasn’t paying attention to your admiration. The more you stared out the window, the heavier your eyelids were. Eventually, you found yourself drifting to sleep once again with dreams of twinkling green eyes.

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You felt a push on your left shoulder but you didn’t move.

There was another push this time, but much harder, causing you to sit all the way up. To your surprise, it was night. You rubbed your eyes and looked to your left to find that Yelena was staring at you.

“Did you know that you snore?” she said outright. Yelena unbuckled and got out of the truck, leaving you stunned all alone.You decided that it would be better not to respond because you wish you could forget it ever happened.

As you slid out of the truck, you looked up at the stars. You had never seen the sky so clear in your life. It was like lightning bugs had hung themselves way up high for everyone to see. You were so distracted by the sky that you didn’t notice where you were.

When you snapped yourself out of your trance you looked around. You were now surrounded by some species of pine tree you couldn’t recall with scarce grass. You were most certainly still in the desert but had traveled farther in the new direction.

In addition, you seemed to be up on a cliff. You looked around once more and there was no sign of a house, let alone anyone else.

“Uh, Yelena,” you questioned. “Where are we?”

Yelena was crouched down ahead of you looking down from the earth when she shushed you. You tried not to take too much offense. You walked to where she was in hopes of figuring out what was going on.

“Yelena, I said, where are-” Yelena covered your mouth quickly. You wanted to resist but all you could do was yell silently into the palm of her hand.

“Be quiet,” Yelena whispered, then held up a finger to her lips as she uncovered her hand from your mouth.

You huffed. “I just want to know what we’re doing out here? Where is everyone?”

“I took a little detour,” she admitted. “I just wanted to scope out the competition and Tony had already wired the GPS with significant locations so I knew where to go.”

“He should’ve known better,” you shook your head. You were already in this mess with her so you might as well finish it.

You focused your eyes to where she was looking to find a small sized building. It was nothing like you pictured it would be in your head. There was a flagpole outside the fence gates with an American flag on it accompanied by another flag that you could not make out. You squinted harder to see what picture was made out on the fabric.

“Is that…” You could spot the unique design of a skull with its six arms recoiled under.

It was Hydra.

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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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hey i have a request and its fine if you dont do it cause its a little different to your others! y/n is in a movie with scar, lizzie and flo, y/n sh’s but the others dont know that but one day they see the cuts on y/n’s wrist. i lovee your other oneshots btw

One Day At A Time

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x gn!reader, Lizzie Olsen x gn!reader, Florence Pugh x gn!reader

Description: After a long day on set, y/n doesn’t notice their scars are visible.

Warnings: TW DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL MAKE YOU RELAPSE!!! self harm, mention of scars, angst, lots of comfort.

Words: 900

Prompt: Person A has scars and person B finds out about them

A/N: First of all, thank you for the love, I truly appreciate it! You all mean so much to me! I hope you enjoy, and like I’ve said before, my DMs are always open <3

It was weeks, nearly days since y/n had last self harmed. In all honesty, they were doing better than they had in a while. Since being cast in the up and coming Marvel television series, a spinoff of the Avengers, they had felt better. Happier.

They were with some of their best friends. Scarlett was like a mother to y/n, Lizzie and Florence were like sisters. They had become a family, the four of them. And since they were so close and spent so much time together, y/n barely even thought about self harming.

Of course the urge would come back once and awhile. But that wasn’t the problem. It was the scars. Y/n’s scars weren’t the freshest, but they were definitely still there. Their makeup artist who had been with them since the beginning knew how to cover them up, so no one else on set really knew about y/n’s scars. And it wasn’t like y/n’s costume was extremely revealing anyways.

Y/n sat in their trailer, finishing up their hair and zipping up the last bits of their costume.

“You almost ready babes?” Scarlett knocked on the door of the trailer.

“Yeah! I’ll be out in moment!” Y/n called.

“Good! We got you coffee,” Y/n could practically hear Florence wink.

“Thank you!”

When y/n had finished getting ready, they opened the door to their trailer and was greeted with three smiling faces and four cups of coffee. And a croissant, of course, Florence’s favourite.

“Director wants us in the studio by 8, if we run we can make it.” Lizzie said.

“Jesus Christ, why did no one tell me? Its 7:57!” Y/n’s face went pale.

“Run!” Florence yelled, taking off into a sprint, completely forgetting to give y/n their coffee.

Y/n looked down at their phone. 10:37 pm. They had been on set for nearly 15 hours, and all y/n wanted was to go back to their hotel room and sleep. Y/n barely noticed the lack of makeup on their forearm when they and the girls were walking back to their trailers.

“I didn’t know they added scars to your character. When did they do that?” Lizzie asked out of the blue, nodding towards y/n’s arm.

Y/n cocked their head for a moment, confused as to what Lizzie was talking about.

“Wait yeah, those are badass!” Scarlett added on.

The four reached the trailer section of the set. And it hit y/n. They were talking about their self harm scars.

“I-” Y/n started, too shocked to be able to form a sentence. Florence’s face was the first to drop. She smacked her hand over her mouth and whispered a muffled, “Lizzie.”

Lizzie realized within a split second, as did Scarlett. Scarlett was the first to speak.

“Oh baby, c’mere.” She said, holding her arms out for a hug. Y/n stood for a moment, then collapsed into Scarlett’s arms. Florence and Lizzie enveloped y/n in a big hug and the four were silent for a minute.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. If I had known I never would have said anything” Lizzie said when they broke apart.

Y/n stayed silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Florence said, taking y/n’s hand in hers.

Y/n was still silent. Then they took a deep breath.

“I don’t know. I just, I struggle sometimes. I’ve never been like, officially diagnosed or anything, but,” Y/n looked at their faces. Each one of them was focused entirely on them. “I just feel like there’s no way out sometimes. So I...” Y/n trailed off, gesturing to their arm as a conclusion to their sentence.

“Oh hun, I’m so sorry you have to go through that. That’s awful.” Lizzie said.

“It’s okay.” Y/n said, tears threatening to fall from their eyes.

“No, it’s not. You shouldn’t have to go through that. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, let alone a beautiful soul like yours,” Scarlett said. She took y/n’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “We’re here for you love, no matter what.”

Florence had stayed silent the whole time. It was confusing to y/n, Florence usually was the most supportive out of the three girls.

“Hey guys, can I just talk to y/n alone real quick. We’ll meet up with you after.” Florence asked.

“Yeah of course, we’ll see you back at the hotel?” Scarlett said.

Florence nodded, watching the two girls leave and then turning her attention to y/n.

“I understand how you feel.” Florence said.

“Thank you,” y/n said, not really realizing what Florence was really saying.

“No I mean, I really understand.” Florence stayed silent and looked at y/n. Y/n searched Florence’s eyes. And it clicked.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Y/n said.

“Why? It’s been ages and I’m not ashamed. They’re my battle scars. I know it sounds cliche, but I went through a lot a couple years ago, and I like to think of them as a sign that it gets better. How long has it been?” Florence explained.

“Two weeks,” Y/n said.

“Two weeks is amazing y/n!” Florence watched as y/n smiled sheepishly. “Look, I’m not going to tell you to come to me whenever you feel like doing this, or tell you to bring me what you use or whatever you’ve heard before. Just take it one day at a time. Okay?”

“Okay.” Y/n said.

“I love you, y/n. We all do.”

[prismuffin]

“Don’t Fuck It Up.”

Yelena Belova x gn!reader

Summary: Yelena needs a new haircut and decides to stop at your shop right before closing

A/n: Can be read as mutual pining but it’s mostly reader being nervous and Yelena teasing. (I didn’t wanna make it blatant mutual pining because Yelena’s Aroace)

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Type of fic: Drabble

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You had just finished sweeping up the excess hair from previous customers in the day. You sighed as you stretched, glad that you could finally close and go home when you heard the bell above the shop door ring. "Oh sorry we're actually..closing..." you trailed off as you looked towards the door to see one of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Hands down.

"Aww can't you make a little extra time? For me?" She asked with a smirk and you blushed at the sound of her voice. Her thick accent seemed to get lost in the walls of your mind. "I-I- uh, I mean it's-“ you glanced quickly at the clock on the wall. “I technically have ten minutes until I have to close.." you mentally cringed at the sound of your stuttering. "Great! I just need something quick." She said while walking over to a booth and grabbing a pair of scissors that sat in a cup full of other hair products. She felt the sharp tip, nodding to herself before waving you over to her as she sat in a chair.

You quickly grabbed a barbers cape and walked over to her booth, throwing it over her as you pumped up her chair. "Uhm any specific style you want?" You asked as she gasped slightly and leaned forward in her seat, "are my eyes really that far apart?" She asked no one in particular. "Uhm miss?" "Huh?" She looked at you in the mirror. "Uhm," you cleared your throat, "do you know what style you want?" You asked again, "Oh! Is that what you said? You were speaking so quietly earlier I could barely hear you, you're like a little mouse." She laughed slowly to herself before taking a breath. "Uhm nope, no idea, what do you think I should get? I don't want it too short you know- but I feel like I want something new." You nodded slowly and thought for a moment, looking at all the hair style references on the wall near the front of your shop.

"How about curtain bangs?" You asked her, looking at the picture of them on the wall. She followed your line of sight and thought for a moment. "Sure why not." She went to hand you your scissors but quickly stopped as you were about to grab them. "Remember, I'm trusting you not to slit my throat ok?" You paused, "I- uhm, ok?" "Good. Here you are. Be careful they're sharp." She said as she handed you the scissors. You were about to get started on her hair when she spoke up once more "Oh, and please don't fuck it up. It won't end well for you if you do.”

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[bi-disaster-yn]

Idiot

Pairings: Kate Bishop x avenger!Reader; ex!Daisy Johnson x Reader; bestfriend!Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: Reader has feelings for new avengers recruit Kate Bishop, but is an idiot in how they go about them.

A/N: vvv angsty. I tried to make y/n gender neutral but please flag to me if you notice gendered language.

Your cheeks go hot as you replay the voicemail again. You look at your best friend, Yelena who is leaning against the countertop with her arms folded.

“This will show you Y/N,” Kate slurred in her voicemail. “I’m not gonna take your crap anymore.”

“She sounds hurt.” Yelena eventually says, looking at you.

You sigh, “yeah I think she is.”

You’d been trying to lead the new young Avengers for a year now. Ever since Tony, Nat and Steve died, there was no one else really. Clint needed time with his family and you respected that. Sam and Bucky were getting their heads round losing Steve. Wanda was off taking over a town and grieving Vision. Bruce was not interested and neither was Thor for that matter, so it came down to you.

It was a lot of pressure. And sometimes you felt it weighing you down, draining you, consuming you. You had a team who looked up to you to protect them.

Yelena looks at you sternly: “you’re too hard on Kate.”

You nod, knowing Yelena is right. She usually is.

You remember when Clint had phoned you, asking if you needed a new team mate and he had just the right candidate. You agreed and then when you met Kate you felt the world around you stop. Your heart beat was thumping in your ears, your hand lingered as you shook hers. You nodded along even though you couldn’t really hear what she was saying, you were just staring at her face.

You look at Yelena “I hope she’s okay.”

Yelena laughs, “look at you caring about Kate Bishop.”

You roll your eyes, “I’ve always cared about her.”

It is true, you always had cared about her. Probably too much. You were incredibly harsh on her in training. During combat training you would always undermine her, fighting dirty, which usually ended up with Kate lying on her back groaning in pain.

“You’re going to need to learn how to fight back, Kate,” you’d hiss “the bad guys aren’t going to let you get away with it.”

You’d berate her constantly and pull her up for the slightest mistakes in front of people. Not your finest moments you admit. Even worse that Yelena had to tell you to give her a break.

The deepest shame you ever felt though was when Clint had phoned you to ask what you were playing at and why Kate had phoned him in tears. You leaned back in the same chair Natasha had sat in when she was trying to lead the avengers during the blip. Nat would be so disappointed in me, you thought.

You eventually sighed and told Clint everything. “I like her, okay! I really like her! And I need her to be good so I don’t feel the need to save her on missions!”

“Y/N,” Clint smirked, “you’re not going to get the best out of her if you break her.”

Unbeknownst to you, Kate was listening in to your phone call in the room you’d taken as your office. She smiled to herself knowing you liked her back. She was incredibly attracted to you and tried everything to impress you. Just when she thought all of her efforts were in vain, she’d heard you confess your feelings to Clint and it gave her a new sense of hope.

That was until your next mission. You’d saved your ex, Daisy Johnson from scientists who experimented on her for her powers. You had brought Daisy back to the compound and introduced her to everyone while she recovered. You couldn’t help but notice Kate’s face fall when you explained to everyone who Daisy was.

You spent a lot of your time with Daisy while she was back at the compound, reminiscing on old times. Often you’d share a moment; you’d look at each other and the thought would come into your mind: “what if?”

Kate would usually inadvertently interrupt during these moments. She’d just quickly say “sorry!” Then she’d avoid eye contact and scurry out, avoiding eye contact with you.

“New kid likes you,” Daisy smirked after one time when you had your arm round her watching a movie and Kate had stumbled in.

“Kate? Nah I don’t think so,” you disagreed. Nonetheless, when you saw Kate in training later that day beating lumps out of a boxing bag; you knew to leave her alone.

Kate’s interruptions would usually ground you. You’d realise that you liked her and wanted her. Daisy was in the past and that was for a reason. Even though it was nice to have her back and see a familiar face during a particularly stressful time, when you fell asleep at night your brain would flood with sweet dreams about the cute little archer.

That was until one night in your office after plenty of beers and talks about the past you found Daisy sitting on your desk looking at you hungrily.

You weren’t going to fall for it at first, looking her up and down. “We should probably go to bed.”

You had fully intended to get into your own bed and get some sleep, as you had scheduled training for 7.30 every morning. But there was something about the way Daisy’s eyes darkened as she looked at you and how she bit her lip that made you think fuck it.

Daisy smirked at you, “I am happy to do this here… or in your bed.”

You looked at her sternly for a minute before grabbing her face and kissing her roughly. You pushed her back to lie down on the desk and pulled down her jeans. Daisy writhed under you, letting out breathy moans.

And just like your phone call where you explained your feelings to Clint; Kate was outside the door, ready to tell you how she felt. Instead, she heard everything.

The next day, Kate was in a terrible mood. You’d felt guilty and groggy after the night you’d spent with Daisy. When you entered the training room you didn’t even look at anyone at first, you just wanted the day to be over with. You trained with Yelena as Kate stormed around the training room, huffing and puffing as she went.

“What’s up with her?” Yelena asked she threw her leg into the air to kick you.

“Beats me,” you shrugged, dodging her kick. “In other news, I slept with Daisy last night.”

At this Yelena stopped, shaking her head at you. “That explains it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her “what?”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you.” Yelena smirked and threw a punch which you dodged. “But I will say you’re terrible at managing your own love life.”

Kate didn’t turn up for dinner, and she was not around later that night when everyone had gathered in the common room area. You looked around but couldn’t find her.

That’s when you got the voicemail and you pulled Yelena into the kitchen to listen to it with you.

“Well I suppose we should go get her,” you say at last to Yelena.

Yelena smirks, “I doubt she wants to see you right now.”

You grab your phone and car keys and begin to walk out the door: “well she’s got no choice, are you coming or not?”

Yelena catches up with you, “of course I’m coming, she might want to actually see me.”

You roll your eyes and get into the car: “F.R.I.D.A.Y. give me a location update on Kate Bishop please.”

The virtual assistant inputs the dive bar Kate had found herself in into the GPS in your car. “Oh for fuck sake!” You curse looking at it “she couldn’t have picked a shittier part of town!”

Yelena laughs, “well you really have done a number on her.”

You start to drive, you speed out of the compound and take a harsh right, throwing you and Yelena around in your seats. You didn’t care, you just needed to get to Kate. You could tell by her voicemail she’d be too drunk to fight if anything bad happened to her.

Yelena turned up the music in the car, mindlessly singing and nodding along to Dua Lipa and Sean Paul’s No Lie.

She looks at your face of stern concentration. Your hands gripping at the steering wheel and your eyes fixed on the road. Just hoping, just praying that Kate was okay.

“You know,” Yelena says looking at you “if you weren’t such an idiot and just told her how you feel, she wouldn’t have done this.”

You scoff, “yes, thank YOU, Yelena.”

You weren’t in the mood for Yelena to be right. Of course, she was right. If you’d just brushed Daisy off all those times and focussed on Kate this could have been a different story. You could have been lying on the couch with your arm round her instead. You shook your head, pulling yourself back to earth while Yelena continued next to you.

“It’s not that I don’t like Daisy, Y/N. I do, but she’s not for you.”

“Yeah I know.” You mumbled. You pulled up outside the bar. “We’re here.”

You both get out of the car and look up at the dingy place. The lights in the sign were flickering, you could barely see inside because of the grime on the windows. From what you could see, it was dimly lit and full of greasy men. To put it bluntly: it was grim.

You look at Yelena “I’m hoping you have a weapon on you.”

“I always do.” Yelena smiles. You looked at her up and down, not being able to tell where the weapon was concealed. You nodded at her, happy that she was there with you.

The two of you storm into the bar looking for Kate. It doesn’t take long to spot as she grips on to the bar, nearly falling over.

You walk up to her, holding her waist to steady her. “Good you’re here,” you say “right let’s go.”

Kate turns round and pathetically tries to fight you off, “I’m not going anywhere with you, Y/N!”

You groan “Kate, come on we can talk in the car.”

A greased up man twice Kate’s age sitting next to her turns round: “you heard her! She doesn’t want to go with you.”

At this Yelena discreetly has a knife pressed to the man’s neck: “shut up.”

Kate looks at you both wide eyed, “can’t you both just leave me alone!”

“No,” you say taking Kate’s arm to guide her out the bar, “you’re coming home.”

Kate tries to shuffle out of your grasp but then sees Yelena following behind you, knowing it’s futile. You suddenly feel the flush of usual anger you felt towards her all those times in training where you would challenge her. You open the back door of the car for her.

“Get in.” You say through gritted teeth. Kate sheepishly gets in, pulling her seatbelt on and folding her arms like a child.

You get in the drivers seat and drive off. You mute the radio to which Yelena gives you an unimpressed look. You catch Kate’s eye in the mirror.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You ask. The anger made your blood boil. No, not anger; anguish.

“Ugh Y/N, why do you care?“ Kate groans back at you.

“Kate you could have been hurt!” You basically shout at her.

“You don’t even like me anyway!” She cries back, tears forming in her eyes. “You treat me like shit Y/N! I don’t know why you suddenly care.”

“I do fucking care Kate!” You scream back. “I care so much I thought I was gonna throw up on the way here!”

Yelena looks at you, “Y/N, that’s enough.”

You compose yourself and take some deep breaths. “I’m sorry, Kate. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”

Kate silently cries in the backseat, resting her head against the window and looking out at the night sky as everything zoomed past her.

The rest of the car ride was stifling silence. Even Yelena didn’t bother to turn up the radio. You kept trying to catch Kate’s eye in the mirror but she was clearly ignoring you. You couldn’t blame her, you had been horrible to her. It was time to think about how you could turn this around.

When you pull up at the compound, you get out and open Kate’s door for her. Her head sticks out the car and she’s sick all over the ground.

You screw up your face at the smell but you know you should be making it up to her. You tell Yelena that you’ve got this and let her go inside. You help Kate out of the car, pulling her hair out of her face and rubbing her back as she continues to be sick.

“I don’t understand why you don’t like me Y/N. I’m just so confused. I thought you did but then Daisy…” she throws up again.

“Kate,” you start but realise you can’t explain yourself. “Come on let’s just get you to bed.”

You put Kate’s arm round your shoulders and hold on to her waist to guide her to her room. You sit her down on her bed and take her boots off for her. Kate throws herself back on the bed pulling the covers over her.

“Night Kate,” you say softly, tucking one of her curls behind her ears. She holds on to your wrist lightly. You lean down and kiss her forehead. “I do like you,” you whisper “I’m just just an idiot.”

Kate’s eyes start to flutter as she falls asleep. You turn off her lights and leave her in peace to sleep, wondering if she heard the last thing you said to her.

I’ll talk to her in the morning, you thought. Time to stop being an idiot.

[delfiore]

heart shake, bend and break

pairing: florence pugh x gn!reader

synopsis: a careless mistake forces florence to be hospitalized for food poisoning, where she meets you, her doctor, and she just can’t seem to get her heart steady enough to be discharged.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: also known as ‘florence pugh gay panicking for 1.3k words straight’.

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Making tzatziki with expired yogurt was a bad, bad idea.

So there Florence was, spread out miserably on a hospital bed with a tube in her arm, giving her the necessary fluids for her to stop vomiting and having painful diarrhea. This is great, she thought, only a couple of days off and I’m in the hospital.

Rebecca, her stylist and close friend, had been the one to take her to the hospital and was worried sick when she called her out of breath and on the floor of her bathroom. Florence already received an earful from her about eating expired food that she was sure would be echoed in her mind every time she ever looks at yogurt again.

She heard talking outside as she played with the button on her gown, her head pounding and aching. She didn’t miss the way people — nurses, doctors, patients and visitors alike — gave her a longer looks the moment they noticed who she was. At least they’d have something to tell their families at dinner today.

“Female, 25, food poisoning. I’ve already administered an IV and she seems stable for now.” She heard a nurse say.

As you walked through the entrance, Florence looked up. Her head perked up and she widened her eyes.

“Ms. Pugh, hi.” You said, looking over her chart. “I’m Dr. Y/L/N, I’ll be taking care of you today. I’d just like to ask you some questions regarding your mishaps so we could treat you accordingly, is that okay?”

“Uh, yeah.” She stuttered.

As you sat down in the chair next to her bed, she managed to get a better look of you. And my, were you gorgeous. Heat crept along her neck up to her cheeks as she continued to shamelessly stare at you, still checking her chart with concentrated eyebrows.

“Do you know what’s causing your food poisoning?” You asked, finally looking up at her.

You showed no emotions, just sheer professionalism, as if you were totally unaware of her rush of attraction towards you. It made you so much hotter than you already were.

“I-I might have put expired yogurt in my food, and . . . yeah.”

“I see.” You nodded. “Well then, mystery solved.”

For the first time, you smiled, and Florence wanted to leap in the air. Your smile was the most beautiful sight she’s ever witnessed.

“I’d still like to do a few examinations just to make sure you’re okay. Turn around and pull your gown down for me, please.”

“W-What?”

“To check your lungs.” You clarified, taking the stethoscope from around your neck. “Is that okay?”

“Uh, y-yeah.” Way to go, Florence. You just made a fool out of yourself in front of the hot doctor.

She turned away from you, to Rebecca, who was already looking at her with a shit-eating grin. Your fingers grazed her skin as you set the stethoscope on her back, and she sighed softly.

You instructed her to breathe in and out and she could only do so as well as she could with you touching her like that.

“Alright, sounds good.” You concluded. “I’ll take your blood pressure now.”

As you put the monitor around her finger, she was made aware of the thumping in her chest that didn’t seem to ease nor slow down. She watched your face with caution, seeing you watch the monitor with a strangely calm expression.

As if you didn’t get the result you had anticipated, you told her that you would take the reading again.

“It’s a bit high.” You said, taking the monitor off. “Are you feeling lightheaded or dizzy at all?”

When Florence shook her head, you took some notes in her chart.

“I’d like you to stay for bit longer so we could observe you for a bit more. Your records say you don’t have a history of hypertension — which is high blood pressure — so I’d like to make sure you’re okay before I let you go.”

Once you left, she looked back at Rebecca again.

“Don’t.” She warned before sinking back into her bed, and pulling the covers over her reddened face.

You returned a few hours later when the IV had done its job and made Florence feel much better.

“Ms. Pugh.” You greeted. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better. And please, Florence is fine.”

You nodded slightly, and she could see the blood pressure monitor ready in your hands.

“Ready for round two?”

“Sure am.” She chuckled nervously.

There was a subtle smirk on your lips, but still, Florence couldn’t figure it out if you picked up on her attraction or you thought she was being a total weirdo. Nonetheless, the gesture made her heart pick up yet again.

“Say, Florence,” you said, watching the monitor, “are you sure you’re feeling alright? I won’t lie to you, your blood pressure is abnormally high.”

“I’m fine.” She nodded quickly. “I’m fine. Really.”

“Have you taken anything before coming here that could lead to increased blood pressure? Painkillers maybe?”

“No.”

“Huh.” Your forehead creased. “I’ll be right back.”

“Actually,” Florence spoke up before you had the chance to leave, “I might know why.”

You sat back down in the chair and eyed her curiously.

“It’s because . . . ugh, I can’t believe I’m actually admitting this.” She laughed and massaged her head. “I get nervous whenever you’re in the room.”

“Well, I assure you. I’m only here to help you, Florence—“

“No. You don’t understand.” She sigh exasperatedly. “It’s cause . . . I think you’re . . . good-looking. Like really good-looking.”

Florence scoffed to herself and hid her reddened face behind her palms.

“Oh.” You only said, gawking at her crouched form with a stunned look.

“I’m really sorry.” She smiled sheepishly, looking up to you.

“That’s alright.” You chuckled quietly. “Thank you, I guess.”

She could see the concern in your face had visibly dissipated. Your eyes softened and you wore a smug smile. She didn’t know if it was better or worse.

“I’ll— um— I’ll have one of my residents take your blood pressure in a bit, when you’ve . . . calmed down.” You smiled, and Florence only wanted to dig a hole and stay in it forever. “If the reading looks fine, you’re free to go.”

About an hour later, a younger resident returned to her room with that dreaded device again.

“Evening, Ma’am. I’m here to take your blood pressure on behalf of Dr. Y/L/N?”

Not surprisingly, her reading came back absolutely normal, 108/84. She was free to leave.

Florence sighed in relief, as the resident briefed her through the discharge process.

“Oh, and, Dr. Y/L/N wanted me to give this to you.”

She waited for the resident to leave before opening the piece of paper. It was a prescription form, but no prescriptions. Instead, it read “A date? No expired foods, promise ;) —Y/N” and a number.

Florence clutched the piece of paper to her chest and grinned ear-to-ear, letting out a contained squeal. Her days off didn’t go as planned, but she couldn’t complain anymore. Maybe she had the expired yogurt to thank.

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You nodded frantically, trying to shake off your colleague beside you who was briefing you on cases endlessly. Only when you were about to enter the emergency room, did he leave you alone. Your eyes scanned for a familiar head of blonde, now cut short since the last time you saw her here, and shook your head in disbelief as you approached.

“She’s stable.” Your colleague told you.

You attempted to conceal a grin once your eyes met Florence’s, as your girlfriend flashed you sheepish, toothy smile.

“What did you do this time?”

[rainforest-daisies]

Can you do Modern Max x Male or GN reader headcanons please?

Modern!max hcs

Warnings: gn!reader, that’s it?

A/n: i am so sorry this took so long anon! I’ve been taking a small break from social media lately and haven’t gotten to write a lot! Feel free to request more!

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Modern!max who unironically plays episode and enjoys Every second of it

Modern!max who would start a Florence Pugh Stan account

Modern!max who would be a Harry styles enjoyer

Modern!max who during the winter, since her trailer is usually kinda cold, she’ll make you hot chocolate and you’ll both snuggle up in the coziest sweaters you could find, watching elf(her favorite movie)

Modern!max would ask you to take her to all the rainforest cafe’s in America (Ted nivison refrence)

Modern!max honestly just cares about your well-being, she knows how social media can take a toll on people, so she regularly asks you to take breaks and play a board game with her (or video game, whichever is more your style:) )

Modern!max would go to pride events with robin🥹

Modern!max who plays Mario kart, super Mario, Minecraft, gta, and random games she finds on steam

Modern!max desperately wants to start a true crime podcast with you

Modern!max’s favorite songs would include, “she’s my collar” by gorillaz, “caution” by cuco, “smokin out the window” by Bruno mars, “romantic lover” by eyedress. (Etc. Etc.)

Modern!max who wears those 4 inch tall platform shoes so she can try to be taller than you (we all know bbg is short😭)

Modern!max who is obsessed with book stores

Modern!max who is an avid Netflix binger

Modern!max who’s mental health rely’s on tea

Modern!max who would 100% have a playlist for every possible situation (same💀)

Modern!max who would be kinda scared of ipad kids ngl

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): spicy (?) but sfw, flo is hot, people who drive are hot, short blurb

warning(s): fast driving (?), smoking, allusions to oral sex but nothing to serious, unedited, not proofread, grammatical errors

word count: 0.3k

note: I know this isn't exactly what you guys were expecting, hell even I wasn't expecting to write this. But here's the thing, I'm obsessed with my own playlist (yes, that's a thing, leave me alone) and I always fantasize about this kinds of scenarios to that playlist. And I couldn't' stop thinking about this one in particular so I wrote it. Anyways, I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love you all <3

note 2: I know you probably don't care, but that second picture is mine, I took it myself and I'm kinda proud of it lol.

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

this is the playlist, in case you wanted to check it out. I'm kinda proud of her lol (not me spamming my own playlist)

Imagine a late night drive, going 90 on the highway. You look at the moon through the window, taking in its beauty. The city lights are almost like a blur of lights. You feel a weight on your thigh, you look to your left and find Florence’s hand resting on it. She notices you are staring at her hand, so she gives your flesh a gentle squeeze, sending shivers up your spine. You chuckle, gathering her attention, she flashes you her bright smile. A cigarette is consuming itself on her left hand, she quickly gives it one more puff before throwing it out the window. You scowl at her because of it, but she just smiles at you and you just can't stay mad at her. The stereo starts playing a song you like, you feel like you are getting lost in the moment. The cold wind in your hair and cheeks, her hand on your thigh tracing small tight circles, the music reaching your ears, the dark night lighted by the city lights. It all seems perfect. You take another look at her, you take in her short hair, the see-through top she’s wearing that makes your heart skip a beat, her firm grip on the steering wheel, the necklace hanging from her neck. You focus on that one last thing a bit more than the others. You bite your bottom lip and start leaning closer to her. Your soft lips reach her sensitive skin and you leave kisses and bites all over her neck. You can hear her softly moaning and whimpering, telling you to stop, that she might crash. But you couldn't care less if you crash, you keep on kissing her, moving further down to her collar bones and further down. Your lips brush her right nipple and you hear her sucking in her breath. And you keep on moving further down, reaching that especially area where she needs you the most, where she craves you the most. 

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! &lt;3

-M

[yelenaslyubov]

You’re Mine

main masterlist || yelena belova || requests

requested anonymously

a/n: here i am finally with another story!! i’m sorry it took so long, i’ve been going through it a bit and trying to find motivation again. this definitely isn’t my best work, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy :)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, language, daddy kink, alcohol, reader receiving, jealousy

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: it is New Year’s Eve, and of course the one and only Tony Stark does not miss a chance to impress with a party. you attend this party under the impression it would be just like every other event, but you are soon proved wrong after you make a mistake to talk to Kate Bishop. your girlfriend sees your encounter from afar and chooses to deal with your wrongdoing in her own way… but do you learn your lesson?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 2k

You watched the numbers increase on the small screen above you. The elevator whirled up an extensive amount of floors and you could hear music and voices getting louder as you reached the top. To top it off, you had to listen to lousy jazz music all the way up.

The elevator jolted to a stop and the noise right outside of the doors indicated the size of the group waiting on the other side.

You inhaled deeply and adjusted your clothing nervously. This was the last party of the season and you were all but happy. Parties and holidays brought out the worst in Yelena and you were ready for them to be over. Parties in particular were a sore spot and she had been acting childish as of lately.

She was easily irritated, didn’t engage in conversation much, wanting to leave early, and most importantly—her jealousy was through the roof.

Recently there were new recruits who have been hanging around more and getting to know everyone. Yelena isn’t the friendly type, especially when it comes to other people talking to you. Of course, you were simply trying to be nice while Yelena thought of it as a threat.

You assumed tonight would be no different.

As the elevator doors eased open the sounds were almost deafening. You couldn’t tell if everyone’s voices or the music was louder, either way you had a difficult time adjusting from the tiresome elevator tunes.

You should’ve known that New Year’s Eve would be a hit at the Avengers Tower, but somehow you thought everyone would be down in Time Square observing the annual ball drop. It was only an hour until midnight so there was still time.

“Hey… y/n!”

You see a hand waving through the crowd but can’t quite make out who it is.

From in between two individuals, Peter emerges panting. “Hey! I was trying to get your attention, but it’s kinda hard with all these people.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Hey, Pete. How long have you been up here?”

“Well if you’re talking about how long I’ve been up here at the party, it’s been about 2 hours…if you’re talking about how long I’ve been up here in general…all day.”

“Peter, why on earth have you been up here all day?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “You see, Sam said—”

“That’s all I need to know,” you stopped Peter. “Anyway, have you seen Yelena around here at all?”

“Last time I saw her she was over by the bar.”

You tried to see over the mass of people crammed into the room, but it was no luck.

“Damn, there’s too many people to tell. Thanks anyways, Pete.”

You slithered past sweaty bodies to make your way over to the bar in hopes of finding Yelena there. Even after all that work, Yelena was nowhere near the bar, but there was another friendly face waiting there.

“Hey, Kate,” you greeted her.

Kate smiled back with warm cheeks. “What’s up!”

“Not much,” you responded while sitting down on the stool next to her, “just enjoying another party.”

“You sound entirely enthusiastic about it, I can see,” Kate says.

“Oh yeah, I just live for these parties. I’m definitely not tired of them after the last 5 we’ve had.”

“I’m going to agree with you on that.”

You asked the bartender for a drink to pass the time as you sat with Kate.

“How have you been liking the tower?” you asked Kate as you sipped your drink.

“It’s definitely a change of pace. Working independently out on the field versus being here with the Avengers… it’s wicked cool!” Her excitement makes you smile, remembering the time when you first were recruited.

“Don’t get too excited, sometimes you miss working alone,” you chuckle.

There was an awkward silence after your last comment, which made you think that Kate might take it the wrong way. “Don’t get me wrong, I love working in teams, but sometimes independent work helps clear your mind.”

“Makes sense… does that have anything to do with Yelena?”

You jolt your head up. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, for one, Yelena is usually the only one you go out on missions with, and two, she’s staring at you like you killed Fanny.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as you turn to face the horror Kate warned you about. Kate wasn’t exaggerating. Yelena looked as if you had just committed the crime of the century.

“Is everything alright between the two of you?” Kate asked, apprehensively.

Your eyes never left Yelena while talking to Kate. “I’m not too sure now…I’m going to have to catch up with you later.”

You left Kate at the bar as you made your way over to Yelena’s watching eyes. The closer you got to her, the more your nerves overcame you. You weren’t sure what her problem was or what you did, and you didn’t want to suffer through the consequences of her anger—especially not tonight.

You were facing her now up close, letting the music pound into your eardrums while she slowly sipped on her drink. “Fun party, right?” Yelena yelled.

“Not really.” You stared at her once again, hoping she might elaborate on her previous death stare.

“No? Hmm, that’s too bad, I’m having a great-”

“Yelena, cut the act.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“I don’t know anything.” She smirked, but not the good kind of smirk. It was the kind of smirk where you know you had either fucked up or she did something awful.

“What did you do?” you asked.

“I didn’t do anything.” Her emphasis gave you all the clues you needed.

“Then what did I do?”

Yelena didn’t answer. She kept standing there taking small, occasional sips of her drink, almost as if the conversation was just as meaningless as the party.

“Yelena, I’m not doing this here.”

“Well, then let’s find somewhere else to do it then.”

You didn’t like her attitude at all, but you also didn’t want to leave the conversation unfinished. You looked around behind Yelena to see one of the many hallways they could sneak off to. You grabbed Yelena’s hand and pulled her down the hallway into a room.

“Is this satisfactory for you?” you asked, matching her attitude.

Yelena looked around the closet you managed to find. “It’s a bit small, but-”

“Oh, would you stop it!”

“No!” Yelena placed her hand firmly around your neck, slamming you against the closet door. “You stop it!”

You looked at her in shock. This wasn’t to say that this gesture was out of the ordinary from Yelena, but it was her ability to shut down so quickly that took you by surprise.

“You’ve been acting like a little slut lately,” she sternly said. Yelena could tell you were confused by her accusation. “Aw, you need help remembering how you embarrassed daddy?”

You tried to move your head forward to release Yelena’s right grip from your neck. “Yelena-” you started, but your head was pressed against the door once again.

“Don’t you know you don’t get to talk to other girls?” She moved her lips closer to your ear. “Don’t you know you’re mine, baby?” she whispered so delicately into your ear, your hair standing on edge.

Kate.

Yelena must have seen the realization written all over your face. You had been cutting it up with Kate while you were waiting to find Yelena. Little did you know, Yelena had been observing the two of you for a short time.

“Yelena, it’s not what it looks like,” you whispered.

“Oh, it’s not? Because it looked like you were interested in messing around with someone else, hmm?”

“No, that's not-”

“Ah ah,” she tuts. “I don’t want to hear excuses, baby…prove it to me.”

Your chest tightened. “Prove… what?”

Yelena smirked at you while her hand traced down the front of your frame. Her fingers ever so delicately slipped under the band of your pants.

“Yelena…” You could tell there was no stopping her from what she aimed to get from you.

“I want you,” she started, pausing while pushing her fingers past the barrier of your underwear, “to prove I’m yours.”

You were eye to eye now. Yelena’s eyes hung lazily with lust and revenge. She wanted to make you squirm… make you pay for how you made her feel.

She started rubbing gently against your clit, just enough to tease you. “Say it… ‘I’m yours.’”

“Yelena, please…”

“Say it!” she said, getting impatient. Her mouth was brushing against your ear, her breath hot against your skin. She bit your ear gently, hoping that you would make any kind of noise to grab her attention.

“I-I’m yours,” you whispered.

“That’s not loud enough, I can’t hear you.” With her words she picked up pace.

“I’m yours,” you moaned. You grabbed onto the wall in preparation for your legs to give out very soon. You even found yourself moving your hips against Yelena’s hand, your body craving her touch even more.

But you were angry with her. You were angry that Yelena was angry over nothing. This wasn’t unusual, which was the frustrating part, but you couldn’t help but drown in pleasure. Though it wasn’t Yelena’s intention to put you in a better mood, it was working either way.

“Such a good girl riding my fingers for me, but I want you to keep going. You can’t cum until I tell you to, baby.” The more she edged you on it only made you come closer to the edge.

In addition, you suddenly became aware of how loud you were being. You gained consciousness and were afraid everyone could hear you.

What if they notice you’re gone? What if they heard you? Or worse… What if they find you?

Your brain began scrambling. You couldn’t focus on the present, only what lies beyond the small closet the two of you were tucked behind.

Yelena could tell you were antsy, which only caused her more grief. Her other hand that was placed firmly on your hip tightened. She was keeping you in place so there was nowhere for you to run.

“I didn’t tell you to stop; keep talking,” she demanded. “I want you to scream my name loud enough to forget hers.”

The anger you were feeling started to melt away into only an ecstasy of pleasure. You couldn’t resist the way she felt against you, and you couldn’t possibly turn her away now.

“I’m yours,” you responded for her.

“That’s a good girl, but you’re going to need to be louder if you really mean it.”

“I’m yours!”

“There you go, pretty girl. I knew you could do it.” Her words went straight to your head, sending you farther into a daze. Your previous fear of your closet endeavors being seen had faded away, now all that was left was you and Yelena.

“You getting close, baby?”

She knew you so well. Your legs were quivering, your breathing was erratic, and your nails were digging deeper into the back of Yelena’s neck.

“I know you’re so close, but I need to hear you,” she begged of you.

“Please, Yelena,” you whined. “I’ll be good.”

“Aw, will you baby? Have you learned your lesson?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then show me…cum baby.”

“Oh, Yelena!”

You came undone per her command. You tried to cover your mouth to muffle the sounds that could be heard outside the door, but Yelena quickly swatted your hand away. She wanted everyone to know you were hers.

After you calmed down, you tried your best to support yourself on your weak legs. You opened your eyes to meet Yelena’s piercing stare. You definitely felt better but you could tell that Yelena wasn’t completely satisfied.

You had lost track of time until you heard the large crowd outside the door counting down to midnight. Of course you expected a kiss from Yelena for the occasion, but instead you watched her wipe her fingers on her pants and head out of the door.

You were suddenly left alone as the celebration outside continued. You leaned against the door and slid down until you reached the bottom. As you sat there, you wondered what possible lesson Yelena could be teaching you by leaving you alone at the top of the New Year.

//

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[xtra7s]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Writing Requests are open! you can request here, I will write for pretty much any women. I mainly write for fem/nonb perspectives. I'll write for anything, just lmk!

my favorite women are Reneé Rapp<3, Jenna Ortega, Taylor Swift, Aubrey Plaza, Margot Robbie, Natasha Lyonne, Florence pugh, Anna Kendrick, Alycia Deb-Nam Carey, Mikey Madison, and Lauren Jauregui. ────

𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗢𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗮

Best Birthday Ever (wlw) 1.7k words ⤷part 1

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

Ethereal Billie Eilish x fem!reader 2.2k+ words

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[wiiickedharls]

Loving Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: a little dancing in the kitchen  

Word count: 332

Warnings: none just some fluff

a/n: I’ve not written or shared my writing in ages, but I've been trying to get into again. So here's this little bit that came to due to this song “Midnight” by Toby Sebastian ft. Florence Pugh.  Any feedback would be appreciated :) 

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You turned on the sound system, smiling as the song started, the strumming of a guitar played throughout the apartment.  You swayed through the hallway, making your way to the kitchen.  You grinned wider when your eyes landed on the women you loved more than anything.  You continued to dance along to the song, walking up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.  The brunette relaxed against your front, and you buried you nose into her neck. Breathing in the smell that could be best described as home.  Wanda smiled letting out a little giggle, while you continued to dance. “Baby...I’m cooking.” She informed you, though you knew she didn’t mind the interruption.

“Mm dance with me instead.” You hummed pulling her away from the counter.

Turning her around you pulled her close again, her arms wrapped around your shoulders, your hand resting at her lower back.  You lead as the two of you swayed together, in the middle of the kitchen. You hummed along to the music, looking into the most beautiful shade of emerald staring back at you.  You both wore big goofy smiles on your lips, and the most adoration in your gaze.

“I love you so so much, Mrs. Maximoff. Do you know that?” You asked as her fingers played with the hairs at the nape of your neck. The feeling sent goose pumps across your skin.

“You may have mentioned it a few times over the years.” She teased. You leaned forward kissing her sweetly, and she happily returned the kiss.

“M’good, it’s true” You hummed against her lips.

“I love you too, Mrs. Maximoff. Very much.” She told you. The smile on your face grew even more, if it were possible.

“God, I never get tired of hearing that.”  You said proudly.

You finished out the song before she went back to cooking, with your help.  As you watched, and did as she asked, you knew this was how you could spend the rest of your days. Loving Wanda Maximoff.

[emo-femdomme]

Well Hello There Children

Welcome to the Emo Florence Pugh residence for all you Simps out there.

There are 2 of us that write for the Account

Lucy Savenkoff she/her

Ruffie he/she

Lucy writes for: Emo Flo AUs / Yelena AUs and will do - x Fem!Reader

Ruffie writes for: Paige AUs / Yelena AUs / Florence Pugh AUs and will do - x Fem!Reader / x Gn!Reader

!SFW! but will be marked at the top of the Fic !NSFW! if necessary (which will be extremely rare)

< Requests are open, so feel free to adventure into the Inbox >

MASTERLIST - coming soon.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

hi is it okay if i make a request for florence? i was wondering if you could do one where it’s flo’s first time seeing reader and trying to get to know them. maybe reader works on set of a new movie she’s in and caught flos eyes and she does everything to try and get their attention to talk to them, however it ends is up to you, thank you :)

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, oblivious kinda trope (?), r being clueless

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread

word count: 1.4k

note: I actually have no idea what a makeup artist does on a set, so just go with it. While writing this a had a female reader in mind, but I'm pretty sure it works as a gn reader as well. I'm so sorry this took so long, anon. I really hope you like it and that is, somehow, what you wanted. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

As soon as you walked into the makeup trailer, Florence’s eyes immediately found your frame.

And all she could do was stare at you, admiring your beauty, watching over every movement of yours. She just couldn't take her eyes off of you, it was as if now you were the only person in the world. She could tell you were new to this environment, her working place. She could tell you were nervous, looking down at your feet, as if you were afraid to face her or do the wrong thing. 

“Hello, there,” she said, trying to get your attention. 

“Oh, hi. Um, have you been here for a long time?” you finally looked up to her.

Truth was she had been waiting for about half an hour, but once she took a look at you and saw your puppy eyes, she couldn’t just say that to you, afraid you would break down in front of her. 

“No, I just got here. I’m Florence,” she gave you her hand to shake. 

Accepting her hand, you said, “Y/n, the new makeup artist, but I think you already figured that out.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n,” Florence liked the sound of your name falling out of her lips. 

“You too.” 

“Hey, by any chance are you the same Y/n that does Hailee’s makeup?”

“Yep, that’s me,” you gave her a shy smile, the fact that she knew you made your cheeks go red. Which Florence noticed and chuckled at your reaction. 

“Oh, great. Then I trust I’m in good hands.”

“I really hope so, or else I’m gonna get fired,” you joked, earning a genuine laugh from her. “Um, should we get started?” you asked once her laugh died down. 

“Oh, yes, of course.”

Florence sat on one of the chairs in front of the mirror and let you do her job. This was supposed to be a makeup test, she wasn’t sure if that was what it was actually called but it was the name she gave it. After all, they would test different shades of foundations, shadows, blushes and find the right one for her skin tone that also had to match her character's personality. 

Ten minutes in, she couldn’t take the silence anymore. Sure there was background music playing, a playlist you put on before getting started. She could hear the faint voice of Harry Styles. But she didn’t want to hear his voice, she wanted to hear yours. All of you intrigued her in ways no one ever had. She could tell you were shy, otherwise you would have started talking right away, so she had to take matters into her own hands. 

“So, um, why did you become a makeup artist?” That was the most stupid question she could ever ask you, but her brain was working properly at the moment, although she didn’t understand why. 

“Well, um, it was just a hobby at first. A way to get my mind off of things. But then because of a friend, somehow, I got to do Gracie Abram’s makeup for a red carpet and then I just kinda took off. Ever since then I worked with lots of different people,” you now softly applied eyeshadow to her other eye. “And then after I got to do Haillee’s makeup, she recommended me for this job, and here I am,” you noticed Florence’s eyes were looking right at yours. 

A lump formed in your throat once you realised how close you were to her. You always had to get this close to the other person while doing your job, but something about being this close to Florence felt different, almost intimate, even though the two of you had just met.

“Sorry, I said too much.”

“No, no, don’t apologise. So this is your first time working on a set, right?”

“Yes, it is,” you squint your eyes trying to find a matching foundation to her skin tone. 

“How are you liking it?” she gave you a grin, which, again, caused heat to rise to your cheeks. 

“So far so good,” you shrugged, mirroring her smile. 

[...]

It’d been a week since Florence first talked to you. The two of you became quite a pair, always being around each other. Whether it was you watching Florence do some scenes, hanging out in her trailer, grabbing lunch together, or just messing around in between scenes. 

She soon realised you were constantly on her mind. So much so, that some nights, when she face timed her little sister, she would bring you into their conversation and mumbled nonstop about you. That was when her little sister made her realise how much she actually liked you, and not just in a friendly way. It was way more than that. It was something deeper, something that made her chest warm and her stomach burn just by the thought of you.

But Florence wasn't sure if you saw her the same way. So she decided to leave subtle hints for you to pick up and figure out. She started bringing you coffee every morning, always making sure it was your coffee order; sometimes she would take you out for lunch, sometimes even dinner, trying to, subtly, imply it was actually a date but always was so afraid to admit to you. She started to text you on a daily basis, especially when she wasn’t needed on set, but she knew you were probably there. So she would text you, sometimes even call you, to know how you were doing. 

But nothing was working. You were clueless about her feelings for you. And the shooting was soon to be over, she wouldn't have that as an excuse to be constantly around you. Sure, the two of you developed a friendship, you two would probably keep in touch and stay friends, but that wasn’t what Florence wanted. It wasn't even close to what she actually wanted. 

So she had no other choice but to confess her feelings to you. If things went wrong then she probably wouldn’t have to see your stupid cute face everyday, given that the shooting will be over in two days. But if things went right, well she could only imagine what that would be like. 

So she patiently waited for the last day of shooting, still sending hints your way but it was pointless since you couldn’t pick up on them. And by the time everyones started heading to their homes, she quickly headed to your trailer. She knew you would still be there since you always were one of the last ones to leave the set. 

“Hey, you,” she said walking in your trailer.

“Hey, I thought you had already left,” you were packing your belongings. 

“Without saying goodbye, no way,” you chucked at her words. “I, um,” she cleared her throat. “I have something to tell you actually.”

She noticed her hands were starting to get a bit sweaty, her heart beating fast and felt the temperature in the room increase. 

“I’m all ears,” you were now facing her, making sure she knew she had all your attention. 

“I, um, you know what. I’m just going to spit it out: I really like you, Y/n. I’ve liked you after our first week working together. And I’ve been trying to tell you, but you didn’t seem to pick up on it. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I just had to shoot my shot. So that was it, I guess. I shot it,” she took your silence as a negative so she slowly turned around and made her way back to the door.

“Flo!” you stopped her from walking away. “Hey, where are you going? Don’t I get a say in this?” you made your way towards her, placing your hands on her shoulders. You could feel she tensed under your touch, but a second later just gave in and relaxed. 

“I just thought–” but your lips got her off her words. 

She was taken aback for a second, not sure if that was actually happening or it was just something she imagined. But once she placed her hands on your cheeks, she knew it was all real. You were there, your lips against hers. Biting, licking, sucking. A smile formed on her lips once you two pulled apart and you rested your forehead against hers. The two of you were breathing heavily. 

“So, everytime we went out, it was actually a date?” realisation hitting you.

“Yeah,” she pecked your lips. “You just couldn't take a hint, could you?”

“Well, better late than never,” you smiled at her, and soon kissed her lips once again.

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-M