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currentlyfckingurmom · 10 months

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Until My Lungs Give Out

Florence Pugh x reader

You sat a few rows back from the front, watching the stage with a dorky smile on your face. Your best friend, Chris Evans, had invited you to be his plus one to the Oscar’s. As an up-and-coming musician, you’d been to award shows, but they paled in comparison to this.

The room thrummed with anticipation as the actor on stage announced the next award. “And the winner of Best Actress in a Leading Role goes to…Michelle Yeoh for Everything Everywhere All at Once!”

You cheered and clapped along with everyone else, but couldn’t help the tinge of disappointment you felt. “I was hoping Florence Pugh would win,” you tell Chris.

“Yeah, cause you have a crush on her,” he laughs.

“No! Because she’s an extremely talented actress and I respect her work!”

“Yeah, okay.”

Later on at the after party, you were making your way back to Chris and some other friends with your next round of drinks. Somewhere between the third and fourth round, you had lost the blazer of your suit and were left in a lacy corset top. Laughing as you see Chris dancing like an idiot, you fail to notice the blonde walking in front of you.

Your paths collide. You manage to avoid getting her soaked in alcohol, with only a couple of the glasses tipping over on the tray.

“Oh shit! Oh, god, I am so sorry,” you say at the same time she says “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you!”

“Guess I should pay more attention to where I’m going,” you chuckle as you stand up the fallen glasses. It’s then that you look up and realize exactly who you had just run into. “Holy shit, you’re Florence Pugh.”

“That I am,” she smiles softly. “Okay, so you know my name. I think it’s only fair that I know yours.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you greet, extending a handshake. You try not to revel in how soft her hands are.

“Pleased to meet you.”

“Wait, like the singer?”

“That’s me,” you nod shyly.

“That’s so cool!”

“Thank you. I’m surprise you know my music. I’m still pretty small in the industry. Look, I’m, I should probably get back to my friends. They’re waiting on their drinks. But I’d love it if you came and hung out with us for a while?”

“I’d love to,” she smiles. “Lead the way.”

Chris only chastises you mildly for the spillage of the drinks, but you hand him one of the in-tact drinks and patted his arm with a false pout. Florence blended in perfectly with your little group of friends, joking with Sebastian and ganging up on you with Chris.

You’re way more drunk than you think as you ask Florence to dance with you. She agrees with an excited look in her fierce, glassy eyes.

The beat thrums in your chest as you spin her around, jumping up and down with no rhythm. Your laughs are careless and free, and you don’t ever want the song to end.

But, as reality goes, the song ended and another came on. You groaned at the familiar beat, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

“Oh my god, it’s your song!” Florence yells. “Why do you look like someone just kicked your puppy?”

“I don’t know, it’s just weird. I’m not embarrassed of my music but it’s really personal and it’s just awkward sometimes.”

“Well, I can understand that. But rest assured, I love this song,” she whispers with a glint in her eye.

You swallow nervously as she grabs your hand and pulls you closer.

What becomes of I

After we have died?

Belly up and scream

Life’s a bitter feeling

You could be anything

Anything you want

Oh, you know better

Don’t you know better? Yeah

Florence sings along and you have a hard time processing the fact that she knows the words to your song.

You could do what you choose

You’d abuse it all

Oh, you know better

Don’t you know better?

Your muscles loosen up as your hands find her waist. Your body swings with hers as you both scream the lyrics like fools.

So I made a mistake

Wound up on the floor

With something inside my veins

Maybe i have no place

It keeps me at war

Belly up and be saved, my child

Florence’s hands roam your body, setting your cheeks ablaze.

Stuffed with corporate lies

Stretched on a disguise

Reach inside the dark

Hands are ripped apart

A dangerous smirk rests on her face and your stomach clenches at the sight, wanting nothing more than to kiss it off her pretty face.

You could be anything

Anything you want

Oh you know better

Don’t you know better? Yeah

You could do what you choose

You’d abuse it all

Oh you know better

Don’t you know better

The song continues, as do the sway of your bodies, growing closer with each beat. Her face draws nearer to yours, her heavy breath ghosting your lips. Before you have a chance to close the gap, she laughs and pulls away, leading you by the hand off the dance floor.

“What do you say we get out of here? I know a twenty-four hour taco place that’ll change your life.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” you agree. I’d go anywhere with you.

You think you should feel a little silly walking into a greasy taco joint, dressed to the nines at two in the morning, but with Florence by your side, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Your orders were ready in less than five minutes and you tore into the paper bag, practically moaning at the delicious carne asada tacos.

“See? I told you. Life-changing.”

“You were so right. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.”

She sees something over your shoulder that makes her eyes light up. Curious, you turn around to see what she’s scheming. You spot a karaoke stage and immediately tense up.

“No. Nuh-uh. No way. Don’t even suggest it, Florence.”

“Aw, come on! It’ll be fun,” she pouts. You wish you could resist it. She must see your resolve crumble, you think, because she grabs your hand and drags you to the stage with a smile on your face. “I won’t do one of your songs, I promise.”

You roll your eyes dramatically as she selects “Sober/Hungover.” She fails to notice your reaction and immediately immerses herself in the music. You sing along perfectly, not needing the screen to tell you the lyrics. You made them, after all.

When the song finishes, you laugh with Florence as the restaurant crew claps and cheers from behind the counter.

“Hey, Flo? You know I wrote that song, right?” You asked with a slight blush, laughing.

“Wait, what?” Her smile drops. “Did you really?!” You nod and she slaps you on the chest, mumbling something along the lines of you could’ve told me.

“I wrote and sold a lot of songs before I got the courage to sing them myself. That’s one of ‘em.”

“Oh. Well I’m glad you started singing them yourself. You have a beautiful voice.” You blush at the compliment. “What made you finally record your own songs?”

“Um, my mother died unexpectedly of a heart attack. I wrote a song for her, and I couldn’t bring myself to sell it, but I knew I wanted the world to hear it.”

“I’m so sorry, darling. I’ll bet she’s proud of you.”

“I hope so.”

Sensing the night coming to a close, you share a moment of silence, risking small glances at one another.

“Hey, Flo? This might sound a little crazy, considering we’ve only known each other a few hours. But I really don’t want this night to end.”

“Me neither.”

“Maybe you could come back to mine? I’ve got a song that I’d really like your input on.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she smiles genuinely.

Back at the apartment, you give her a small tour, stopping in your bedroom to pull out comfier clothes for each of you. You silently thank your past self for cleaning up your messy apartment the day before. She changes in the bathroom while you change in your room, and then you lead her to your in-home studio.

You try to calm your nerves as you prepare to play the song, but your hands shake a bit. Your songs are so personal to you; it’s like opening your diary and pouring your heart and soul out for the world to see.

“Y/N, you don’t have to show me if you’re not comfortable. I’m happy to be here either way.”

“No, no, I want to. This song I’ve been working on is really close to me. I want you to hear it before anyone else does.”

She doesn’t say it, but the fact that you’re showing her this song before anyone else pulls at her heart strings.

You blow out a slow breath, adjusting your grip on the guitar . Florence sits silently next to you.

Your fingers begin to dance across the strings, the muscles recognizing the familiar pattern.

“Take my soul, take my heart

Tear me apart

If I’m good for anything

It’s all of this suffering

So use me for parts

To you I’m just salvage

I ain’t ran right in years

So drive me then gut me

Deceive and fuck me

And then disappear

Take all my jokes

And tell them to them

And act like your someone

That could be someone worth loving

And steal all the good parts you found in me

Yeah you’ll sell ‘em quick, yeah,

You’ll sell em cheap

Hey, you’ll give ‘em for free

But I cleaned all my pistons

I’m runnin’ on 91

And I’m piecing myself back off the shelf

One by one

And now I’ve got a driver

Who chooses the high road

They don’t use me for scraps

Or throw my ass back

When I hit potholes

And I’m flyin’ down freeways, going 117

And a ‘68 Fastback looks like a hatchback racing me

I believe, you cannot tear down what’s built up strong now, thankfully

Oh, I believe that you cannot tear down what’s built up strong now, thankfully

And I’m flying down freeways, going 117

And a ‘68 Fastback looks like a hatchback next to me”

You finish the song, setting the guitar down on its stand next to your stool. You risk a nervous glance at Florence, but you can’t really read her expression. Her eyes are wide and glassy and her lips are parted slightly.

“So…did you like it?”

She darts forward, placing a quick peck on your lips. She's gone before you have the chance to reciprocate. You look at her with wide eyes, shocked by what just happened.

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry. I totally misread that, didn’t I? It’s just—we were clicking so well and then we came back here and you played that song and it’s— I guess guitars really do work on girls because-“

You cut her off by leaning forward and pressing your lips to hers. She makes a small shocked noise before melting into you, bringing her hands to the back of your neck and head. You pull her in closer by the waist, kissing her lips soft and slow.

“You didn’t misread anything, Florence,” you whisper when you break apart.

“I think I quite like it when you sing.”

“If it prompts that reaction, I’d sing until my lungs give out.”

Music: “Belly Up” by Return to Dust, “Sober/Hungover” by Sueco & Arizona Zervas, and “68 Fastback” by Zach Bryan

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elapugh · 1 year

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Birthday surprise

florence pugh x reader

tags: fluff, soft

summary: it's Florence's birthday and you and she are celebrating together.

warning: english is not my first language so forgive any mistakes.

word count: 515

note: This is just a beautiful idea that I had developed into a kind of concept. If you have any plots, feel free to send me a message, I'd really appreciate it! That's it, enjoy!!

♡

It was Florence's birthday. January 3rd and it was still cold in the city. You went out to the nearest shop driving in your car to buy what you needed for the surprise party.

The aisles of the supermarket were full after the Christmas and New Year celebrations. The party section wasn't very big but it had all you needed to decorate. You took a silver balloon number twenty-seven and some coloured hats.

A cake was quite necessary, so you walked over to the local bakery to check out the different flavours they had. Carrot and walnut cake, vanilla cupcakes, lemon cheesecake, layered rainbow cake, cinnamon tea cake, double chocolate mousse cake and many more flavours unleashed delicious aromas that reached your nose.

In the end you decided on a victoria sponge cake, only little things were missing, like drinks. So after having your shopping trolley full you head to the checkout to pay for everything and go back home to decorate everything.

You and Florence have been a couple for a few years now and have been living together for a few months. Your house was large and quite homely, with a beautiful bedroom that you shared, and most importantly, something Florence had insisted on, a spacious kitchen, perfect for making delicious recipes.

After a road trip you arrive at the house you share and prepare everything for Florence's arrival. After the surprise you would go out for dinner and then maybe come home looking forward to hanging out with Billie.

You blew up the balloons, placed some confetti, a "Happy Birthday" banner and the cake on the centre table. You heard the keys through the door and the sound of the lock being unlocked. You turned off the lights and hid behind the sofa.

The door was opened and Florence came in. "Honey, are you here? I'm home!" she yelled.

"Surprise!!!" you shouted coming out from behind the couch and turning on the lights, recording with your phone her reaction.

It had been a few weeks without seeing each other due to film recordings Florence had, so you both hugged each other tightly when you were reunited.

You turned off the phone and put it in your pocket, took her face in your hands and kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks... her whole face was covered with your kisses and she laughed happily to see you.

"Happy Birthday, love of my life. I hope you're ready, because we're leaving" And with that you grabbed her wrist, and walked out the door.

You ended up having dinner under a beautiful tree under the starlight. Delicious dishes adorned the grass that was covered by a blanket, and even though it was night the moon was perfect to shine on the two of you.

The night ended with sweet kisses filled with love, celebrating a birthday together. But the best part of the day was snuggling under the covers in your room, with Billie at your feet, cuddling quietly and with little touches on your bare skin, as you hummed songs and listened to each other's breaths.

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yelenasgreenvest · 1 year

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Bath Time - Yelena Belova x Y/n

Yelena Belova had always been a lone wolf. As a highly trained and skilled agent of the KGB, she had always put her duty to her country above all else. But when she met Y/n, everything changed.

Y/n was a kind and adventurous person who had a love for life that Yelena couldn't help but be drawn to. They had met on a mission, and from the moment their eyes locked, Yelena knew that she had found something special in Y/n.

As they worked together on their mission, Yelena found herself falling for Y/n more and more each day. They would talk for hours about everything and anything, and Yelena found herself opening up to Y/n in ways that she never had with anyone else.

One evening, as they were relaxing in their hotel room, Y/n suggested that they take a bath together. Yelena was hesitant at first, but something in Y/n's eyes convinced her to say yes.

As they filled the tub with hot water and bubbles, they chatted and laughed, but Yelena couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity that was creeping up on her. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this, taking a bath with someone she hardly knew.

Y/n noticed her hesitation and looked at her with a concerned expression. "Are you okay, Yelena? You seem a bit tense."

Yelena hesitated before responding. "I'm fine," she said, trying to sound convincing. "I just... I don't know. I've never done something like this before."

Y/n smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it," she said, taking Yelena's hand. "We're just taking a bath together. It's nothing to be worried about."

Yelena nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling of self-doubt. She had always been so confident and in control, but around Y/n, she felt like she didn't know who she was anymore.

As they sank into the warm water together, Yelena tried to focus on the moment and enjoy it, but she couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity. She felt exposed and vulnerable, and she couldn't help but compare herself to Y/n, who seemed so relaxed and comfortable.

Y/n noticed that Yelena was still tensed up, and put a comforting arm around her. "Relax, Yelena," she murmured. "I like you just the way you are."

Yelena felt a warmth spread through her chest and she finally relaxed, letting out a sigh. "Thanks, Y/n," she said, leaning into Y/n's embrace.

They spent the next hours talking, laughing and cuddling, and despite her initial insecurity, Yelena found that she was truly enjoying herself. She couldn't believe how comfortable she felt around Y/n, and as they sat in the tub, surrounded by bubbles and the warm water, she knew that she was in love.

As they talked and laughed, Yelena felt her feelings for Y/n growing stronger and stronger. She couldn't imagine her life without Y/n in it, and she knew that she needed to tell her how she felt.

"Y/n," Yelena said, turning to face her. "I know this may sound sudden, but I need to tell you something."

Y/n looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is it, Yelena?"

Yelena took a deep breath and mustered up all her courage. "I love you, Y/n," she said, her heart pounding in her chest. "I know it may sound crazy, but I can't imagine my life without you in it. You make me feel alive and happy, and I want to spend the rest of my days making you happy too."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, but then she broke into a wide smile. "I love you too, Yelena," she said, leaning in to kiss Yelena.

They shared a long, passionate kiss as the water and bubbles swirled around them. From that moment on, they knew that they were meant to be together, and nothing would ever change that. They were in love and nothing can't stop them from being together

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