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Rulebreaker

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem!reader

a/n: there is a criminally low amount of warren fics and daisy jones & the six fics in general so I'm trying to rectify that. also I listened to the Aurora album on repeat when writing this so if you haven't listened to it already go do that. requests are open for all characters if you want to send anything in. i also love chatting with all of you so send in ur opinions or thoughts :)

tw: mentions of period typical misogyny, cigarette smoking, swearing

description: the night you met warren rojas, all of your rules fly out of the window.

Y/N: Being a female producer in the 70s was… how to put it delicately… absolute shit. But I tried my best. I had a list of rules to live by: don’t date anyone related to my job, never stay later than 7pm, always have more than one person in the room with you and never drink on the job. Not even coffee. I broke most of those rules the night I met Warren Rojas.

It was 9pm (rule break #1) and you had just finished mixing one of the last songs for an album you were going to show George tomorrow. You were about to head home with a cup of coffee (rule break #2) you had snatched from the snack room when suddenly one of the doors to the recording rooms slammed open and a whole gang of people poured out. The noise had startled you so much that the cup in your hand sloshed and hotstingburnoww the liquid fell onto your hand.

“Shit!” You had realized in the last moment that your little expletive caught the attention of the last people milling out, a curly haired guy and one of best known producers of the time, Teddy Price, otherwise known as your mentor. “Oh hey Teddy.”

“Y/N! I don’t think I’ve seen you here this late before.”

“Just had to finish mixing a song you know me.”

“Oh I do. That’s why it’s surprising.” You rolled your eyes with a smile and then looked over to the man standing next to him.

“Who’s the new band? Haven't seen them around here before.”

“The Six. This is Warren Rojas, their drummer. This is Y/N L/N, she’s one of the best producers out there.”

“You flatter me too much. It’s nice to meet you, Warren.”

“You too.”

“Either of you need a ride? I’m heading out soon.”

“Nah I’m fine. I’ll just go with the band.”

“Yeah I’ve got my bike.”

“You parked close?” Teddy asked with his usual protective tone.

“Just a 5 minute walk.”

“I would walk you but I’ve got to finish looking over some tapes.”

“I’m heading the same way. We can go over together.”

“You sure?” You asked as you took a sip from your coffee.

“Yeah, I’m sure the band can wait.”

“Great. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

“Bye Teddy.”

“See you.”

You and Warren set off to navigate through the maze of recording rooms and offices. (rule break #3) He had lit up a cigarette and when he offered you one, you graciously took it, throwing out the finished coffee cup.

“So if you don’t mind me asking. Why do you call yourselves the Six if there’s only 5 of you?” Warren laughed and looked at you with a smile.

“I honestly have no idea. Something about there already being too many iconic bands with the number five in them.”

“Right well, I can’t be one to judge anyway, I can't even sing.”

“I can’t either so I think we’re on the same playing field here.” You laughed and nudged his shoulder. So he was funny on top of being ridiculously attractive.

“So how did you get into producing?” And he wasn’t being a anti-feminist asshole, unlike SO MANY people in this industry.

“Well I liked music and I would record demos for my brothers when I could. It was honestly just pure luck. I met Teddy when I was interviewing to be a secretary here. He taught me some of the ropes and then persuaded the big bosses to hire me. I really only produce for smaller names but… it’s my passion, you know.”

“As part of a smaller name, we appreciate your help.” He said with a mischievous smile whilst wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh shush. So I guess now it’s only fair to ask how you got into The Six?”

“Well, Graham got us into this band when we were like 14 and then he persuaded his brother, Billy, to join. Then some random dude convinced us to head out here and try our luck with Teddy Price so here I am. We actually used to be called The Dunne Brothers and then we changed it for some reason, I think we all collectively decided against that name one night at a diner.”

“Well if you’re getting produced by Teddy then you have to have at least a modicum of talent.”

“Don’t know if I should take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“Take it as you want.” His eyes flickered under the streetlights as you made your way out onto the street. Warren Rojas has a majestic quality to him and well, he was also nice and exactly your type. Okay so maybe rule number #1 was meant to be broken.

“Warren! Hurry up man or we’re leaving without you.” A man yelled from one of the parked vans. He was leaning out of the window and pushing on the car horn.

“Well it seems my luck is still going strong cause that’s my bike.” You point at the black motorcycle that is parked next to the colorful van. He sent you a beaming smile as you both wandered over to where your separate vehicles lay.

“So will I be seeing you again?”

“We work in the same building so probably.”

“You know what I mean.” I stamped out the cigarette and winked at him.

“I might come around to see how you sound tomorrow.”

“I’ll be sure to be playing the drums to the best of my ability.”

“I'm sure you’re supposed to be doing that anyway.” You smirked at him as swung your jean clad leg over the motorcycle and twisted the key in the ignition.

“Warren!”

“Yeah yeah, one second. Give me your arm.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you’re really pretty and I want to give you my number.”

“How do you know I’ll use it?”

“I’m taking a gamble.”

“It seems like you take a lot of those.”

You held out your arm anyways and let him scribble down his number in black ink. Your helmet went over your head after he finished and you looked down at the list of numbers with a little heart next to them. So he was a sap as well.

“I’ll be seeing you, Warren Rojas.”

“I sure hope so, Y/N L/N.” You smiled and gave him a little wave before revving off. But not before you heard a last: “Warren! What the hell man I’m starving over here.” Which made you chuckle.

Y/N: I ended up going to that recording session the next day. And the next and the next. Teddy even let me mix a few of the songs. I also wrote down his number immediately after I got home. I’m pretty sure I still have the receipt where it’s written on somewhere. Anyways I ended up breaking that first rule after the tour. Warren asked me out when we were surfing. Actually I was surfing and Warren was trying to. God that was a beautiful day.

Warren: The sun was just about to set and I had given up trying to surf so Y/N and I were just sitting on our boards watching the sky turn different colors. We had been friends since that night Teddy introduced us and I was obviously attracted to her. But it was then when I realized I was in love with her. I ended up asking her to marry me at that exact same spot a few years later.

Y/N: I immediately said yes, both times. Warren and I just work. He is like a part of me I can’t bear the thought of losing.

Warren: I love her with my entire self and more. I can’t see my life any other way. I think one of the greatest things that came out of the band was not just the music but it also led me to my soulmate.

Y/N: Rule breaking is really one of the best things I could have done. I met my other half and worked with people I would consider my family. Sometimes plans just aren’t meant to be followed.

Y/N Rojas is one of the top producers in the music industry. She shared producer credits with Teddy Price on Aurora and has gone on to produce some of the biggest names in the 80s and 90s. Currently she lives on a houseboat with her husband, Warren, the former drummer of Daisy Jones & The Six and their twins, Teddy and Karen. She owns a music label (Reconstitution Records) which will be producing the newest album of the reunited band, Daisy Jones & The Six.

hopefully I did Warren justice cause it's my first time writing for him

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justice4daisyjohnson · 1 year

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WHERE IS THE DAISY JONES AND THE SIX FANFICTION

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justice4daisyjohnson · 1 year

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Vegas birthday weekend

Summary: Your 25th birthday approaches but when your friends can't make it Nat and Wanda make it up to you by taking you to Vegas! How exciting!

Warnings: Nothing mature just fluff and cute stuff maybe an innuendo or two

Parings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x reader (eventually)

A/N: I'm happy with this but then not but then I do really like it maybe I'll do a part 2 but its cute so enjoy! :) It's also not proofread sooo ignore that

Words: 2,400

"Yeah Kate that's okay I understand, sure we'll celebrate next weekend" you solemnly hung up the phone, another friend too busy for your birthday, you knew it was silly to want to celebrate your birthday for a whole weekend but you only turn 25 once! Oh well, maybe you could still have a nice time chilling around town, and to start off this amazing birthday weekend you'd go and get coffee. How exciting! You knew your day would be slightly better by seeing your favourite cafe owners.

The shop was empty when you entered only the two owners behind the counter "hi Miss Romanoff!" You cheerily shouted, the redhead looked up smiling wide at you "Y/n! We thought you forgot about us"

The brunette barged through the back door hearing your voice "Y/n! Honey we missed you" she hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek making you giggle "I missed you too Miss Maximoff"

"Now sweetheart we've known you for a while now call me Wanda" Wanda was the sweetest woman you'd ever met, whenever you were sad she'd always know just what to say to make it all better, also a few sweet treats never hurt to make you feel better.

"Sorry Wanda"

"Shh don't apologise princess" Wanda didn't even let you finish your sentence "you know I don't like it when you when you're mean to yourself" you nodded giving her a smile.

"Here you go dorogoy a special present just for you" Nat approached the table you and Wanda had taken up with a slice of cheesecake with a candle in it "we know your birthdays not until Sunday but we know you'll be too busy with your friends all weekend"

You let out a sad sigh which the women noticed "are you not celebrating with your friends?" Wanda rubbed your arm and lent her head on your shoulder "no, they're busy..."

Nat instantly pulled you into a tight hug "oh sweet girl I'm sorry they're busy, hey how about you do something with us? we may be older but we can still party" you all burst out laughing at Nat "babe we're not old! But she's right Y/n what did you want to do for the weekend?"

You shrugged picking a fork and taking a piece of the delicious strawberry cheesecake in front of you "it's so cheesy and cliché but I wanted to go to Vegas"

"Then let's go!" Nat jumped up from her seat turning the open sign around on the door to closed "Natasha I couldn't let you do that, you guys have this place and-"

Wanda silenced you with a finger to your lips "don't say another word honey, we're going to vegas and we'll get so drunk that we can't remember what we did the night before"

Nat eyed up her girlfriend walking towards her and pulling her into a kiss "well malyshka I didn't know you still had it in you, I cant wait to get blackout drunk with you"

"Mhm I'm gonna do so many things to you-" Wanda gasped and smacked her arm "Natalia Romanoff! Keep those dirty thoughts to yourself"

You laughed at the pair interacting, maybe one day you'd have that with a girl.

"What are you thinking about princess?" Wanda had caught you staring at them and thought it was adorable, you really were so innocent and she loved it.

"Oh sorry nothing erm... so let's book those tickets, do you want to share a room?"

Nat smirked "one room? Hmm we'll have to get you some earplugs"

you blushed hard realising what you'd said "oh-er no I- I just meant because the prices are so expensive and if my friends were going we would've shared a room because we're comfortable with each other. I'm not saying we aren't! I just mean-" you stopped rambling when the two were smiling at you "book 2 rooms Malysh we'll pay for them both, no arguments" Wanda said sternly and you just nodded "okay, thank you for this, I'm sure it'll be a great weekend"

"It'll be an amazing weekend! Vegas isn't ready!" Nat cheered coming over to you kissing your forehead "let's go and pack, make sure to pack a bikini Y/n we'll be swimming every morning"

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The plane journey was torturous but was made a little better by Wanda cuddling you and singing her sokovian lullabys to you so you could fall asleep easily.

Finally getting off of the plane you were met with the burning sun baring down on you "wow and I thought the sun at home was hot"

"Hmm I guess we'll be spending most of our time in bikinis then?" Wanda slid up next to you wrapping you in a hug "you brought your bikini right?"

You leaned into her smiling "yeah I did but I haven't worn one in a while-"

"I bet you look beautiful in your bikini princess now come on, to the hotel and then the pool!" Nat pulled you both along the road to a car she rented and opened the doors for you "there you go sweet ones"

Wanda kissed her "always so sweet printsessa"

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It turns out Nat had changed where you guys were staying, instead of a hotel you had your own little rental house with a balcony pool overlooking the strip, you kept saying no and that it was way to much for a birthday weekend for someone they'd only know for a few months but the Russian wouldn't listen to you "you deserve only the best for you 25th birthday and when else are you going to get this opportunity? so wrap your lips around a straw of a fruity drink and get your cute ass to the pool"

Wanda rolled her eyes, her girlfriend got so excited sometimes "Nat please don't start scaring her"

"Please I'm not scaring her look at her blushing" she was right, you were blushing, maybe it was the fact that Nat's bikini left absolutely nothing to the imagination, like there was no point to the outfit. You were no stranger to Nat's flirtatious nature but she was laying it on a little thick right now, not that you truly minded she was a gorgeous woman after all.

"Honey you're staring" Wanda giggled clicking her fingers in front of your face "she is pretty hot though I will give you that"

You shook your head in embarrassment "I'm sorry Wanda I didn't mean to stare"

The woman laughed "don't worry my love, she's a beautiful woman, plus she thrives on the praise and attention"

Just then the attention whore herself closed in on you two "hey my girls! What are you talking about?"

Wanda welcomed Nat with a kiss "mmm have you been eating strawberries?"

"Just my lipgloss princess, but I saw strawberries on the buffet, if we're quick enough we can catch it before it ends!” Nat quickly ran into villa after her favoured strawberries

“You know the welcome buffet doesn’t end right?! This our house for the weekend!” Wanda shouted “she’s like an excited puppy I swear”

You laughed with her “yeah she is pretty excitable" looking down at your hands unsure of what to say, you’d never really been alone with Wanda without Nat there and she made you slightly nervous. Wanda seemed to notice and asked you something

"Are you enjoying yourself moya lyubov'?" Wanda grabbed your hand and forced you to look up at her smiling as your eyes met hers "be honest"

"yes..." you answered but Wanda wasn't convinced so she grabbed your chin keeping you in place making you blush “yeah, yes Wanda I’m having a wonderful time”

This made her smile and lean forward, her expression changing, she was close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin but before you could move away she planted a small kiss on the side of your lips and pulled away still smiling "I'm so glad princess, Nat was really nervous you wouldn't enjoy it but I knew you would, you're such a good girl and good girls get treated very well" she pulled away from you completely and let go of your chin, her expression happy once again

"Now let's go and find our girl okay?" She left so quickly your mind hadn't even registered what just happened "oh-er what?" But she was already gone, into the building and embracing Nat kissing her with the same lips she'd just kissed you with.

"Being gay is so stressful"

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The rest of the day was pretty relaxed even though all you thought about was how Wanda called you a good girl and why the butterflies in your stomach increased every time you thought about her saying it.

Apparently you weren't that good at hiding the butterflies when Nat came up to you while Wanda was making dinner in the kitchen "are you okay dorogoy? You've been quiet all day and that's not like you" She looked so sad that you weren't enjoying the vacation that it nearly broke your heart "no no Nat I'm okay I promise, I just feel off about something that happened..." You trailed off not wanting to tell Nat that Wanda, her literal girlfriend, kissed you and called you a good girl.

"What did Wanda do?" Nat's voice was stern and made you jump "oh er what do you mean?" Your wobbly voice wasn't convincing and Nat knelt down to you holding your face in place "she kissed you didn't she?"

You pulled your face away in shame shaking your head "Nat I'm sorry I don't know what I did and she was being so sweet and then called me a good girl and and then she left and kissed you and then I-"

Nat shushed you with a sudden kiss on your lips smiling into it, then she pulled away you were a blushing mess but managed to whisper "I don't know what's going on"

The Russian nodded "we're sorry for confusing you and making you feel stressed, we just wanted to spoil you and treat you to a special weekend before we asked you something"

"Which is?" You asked kinda having an idea but you needed to hear it from her in case you embarrassed yourself.

"One minute" Nat got up and marched into the kitchen, the humming coming from Wanda suddenly stopping and both women appearing in front of you again.

"Are you gonna stand there looking guilty or are you actually going to say something?" You didn't mean for that to sound harsh but you felt stressed again

Wanda spoke first "Y/n we both like you...more than friends, we want you to join us"

You were shocked, join them?? Weren't they like late 30s or something?

"Honey please say something" Nat pressed for you to answer, you were staring off into the distance too long for the women's liking

"I-I just don't understand? You guys have been together years, why add someone who could mess that all up?"

Wanda shook her head pulling you into a tight hug "no no princess would you never ruin our relationship!, You'd make it better trust me, we watched you come into the cafe for months, and you'd brighten up our days, like the first time you stayed after closing you remember?"

You did remember and it made you smile, exams were overwhelming you and you didn't notice the time until Natasha started stacking chairs and you tried moving your things before Wanda sat down with you "Y/n it's okay you can stay as long as you want, do you need any help?"

You shook your head "its okay Miss Maximoff if I can stay to finish my work that'd be great, my roommate has friends over and they distract me"

Wanda nodded and kissed you on the side of the head "okay moja ljubezen you tell us if you need anything, you've got until 11pm if you need it"

"Thank you"

You must've been smiling wide remembering the memory because when you finally came back to the present Wanda and Nat were smiling back at you "hi honey welcome back, you don't have to tell us what you were thinking of but what'd do you say we go out for dinner and talk a little more okay?"

You nodded and let Wanda kiss you softly on the lips "we'll have the best weekend princess, trust us we'll show you how much you mean to us"

Nat knelt down besides you kissing your cheek also "I can't wait for our dinner! Can we get fried chicken?"

Wanda shook her head "no we'll get some fancy meal that costs way too much and have expensive bottles of champagne"

You laughed "I think Nat would prefer fast food" the happy mood returning quickly to all of you

The redhead shrugged "yeah probably but if Wanda wants a fancy meal then a fancy meal we'll get!"

Both women kissed and for the first time you let yourself enjoy watching them knowing how they now feel about you "you two are so pretty" you let slip and instantly blushed "sorry..."

Wanda smiled into her kiss with Nat clearly hearing you and pulled away even when Nat tried following her lips

"Did you want to kiss us to my love?"

You didn't move, didn't nod or shake your head just stayed looking at Wanda with your mouth slightly agape.

Nat held her hand out for you to take which you did and were pulled into their hug "do you taste sweet too?" Nat asked

"Yeah I think so"

Nat smirked and kissed you as soft as Wanda and tried deepening the kiss before Wanda stopped her "hold on Nat, we'll take it slow, now come on, I'm starving"

Nat rolled her eyes "fine! But I want a booth so we can all sit together and I can have Y/n on my lap while I feed her strawberries"

You tired your head "that sounds specific?"

Wanda sighed "she's wanted to do it for a while...apparently she's had enough of doing it to me"

"Okay you on one thigh Wanda on the other, and ill alternate between feeding you two strawberries alright?"

Wanda laughed "sure Nat I'm sure the people in the restaurant will love watching us do that"

"They'll be jealous of our fun and hot personalities"

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justice4daisyjohnson · 1 year

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hiii i'm kind of new to requesting stuff, but i wanted to ask if you write for daisy johnson or chloe bennet?

hi! yes ofc i would write for both of them.

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justice4daisyjohnson · 2 years

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i really appreciate all the support on this fic from this user + all the others who have shared, liked, commented. i hope all of you are safe <3

guide me, keep me safe

florence pugh x f!reader

summary: florences life after you.

warnings: angst, death, car accident, pregnancy, mentions of birth

word count: 3.3k

(a/n: might do a part two of all the times juliet goes to the grave, blame all mistakes on casper! )

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everyone told florence to move on. she didn’t need to. she knew the most important part was that she still held the memory of you in her. the soft touches, late-night rides, holidays, were still with her. but those touches and soft moments were fading, that’s why she would wish every night to dream about you.

she’s mad at the world, for moving too fast. she was mad because it’s been too long since the car accident. she was mad because the world was forgetting you too quickly. she was mad at everyone who stumbled upon her and suddenly remembered about her dead wife.

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where my pain lays

florence pugh x latina!reader

summary: florence meets your family, and extended family, when you invite her to your little sisters birthday party

warnings: talks of homophobic, latin family, slight homophobic family, cursing, lmk if i missed anything

word count: 2.7k

(a/n: im thinking of making this into a fun series that contains latina reader and flo to give latinas more exposure)

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florence loved every part of you. the one that wakes her up on a Sunday with music at the highest volume and claiming she needed to help you clean the whole house. florence loved the part of you when you're speaking and a random Spanish word jumped out and you brush it off by saying 'spanglish'. florence loves when she's sings under her breath as you two get ready to sleep and you randomly join in and make the night into a concert.

when you two first started dating, you were much more reserved than you are now. florence could tell you were holding back from showing a different part of you and she was okay with it. florence slowly saw you open up to her.

first, it was your mannerisms.

when you first met florence, you didn't make any sharp movements or anything to attract the attention of someone. you were calm, sitting in your seat and making jokes with florence. the first time florence saw you speak with your body was when you two were at her house cooking dinner together. florence always had some music playing and you happened to know the song that just started playing. at the climax of the song, you turn to florence and belt out the words to the song using a random spoon as a microphone. you two spent the night singing and dancing with her, billie even joined a couple of times.

the second was touch.

florence noticed you never asked for attention, or time, or physical touch. florence would hug you when you two met up or were departing. you made peace with that. florence knew she couldn't push it any further than that until you made the first move. when you were in a safe spot, you felt at liberty to do what you wanted. places like your house, florences house or around people you were comfortable with. when you started coming over to florences house, she noticed you getting closer to her at every visit. whether it was because you were cooking or because you wanted to see something on florences phone and just had to be close to her.

she also noticed you always brought something with you, whether it be a dessert, flowers, wine, something for billie, anything to gift florence would be accompanied by your presence.

florence realized the more she opened up to you, the more you opened up to her. florence would tell you everything about her. this made you feel more secure and you started opening up about your past troubles.

you didn't get into detail but you revealed the way some of your family members have treated you. when speaking up for yourself you were shunned and distanced away.

"I'm not going to leave you. you're never going to have to suffer by yourselves again i promise" she said

when treated unfairly because you were a young lady and your male cousins and male siblings didn't need to know how to wash clothes or clean dishes.

florence heard it all and got insanely mad at your family. but most importantly she continued to support you and praise you.

florence also heard little about your younger family but knew you had a couple of siblings since they called you while you two were in the car together.

"hi nena!" you reply with a smile when you answer your little sister's call.

your sister asked you how you were before going on a rant about how your younger brother was acting. you entertained your sister while also throwing apologetic glances at florence every once in a while. you knew florence didn't mind it and she actually enjoyed hearing the call between you two but you didn't like answering the phone while someone else was in the car.

when you hung up on your sister, florence spoke. "she was cute"

"yeah, good thing she grew out of the annoying phase" florence laughs at you and you smile.

"how old is she?"

"turning sixteen in a couple of months"

florence has been curious about your family ever since that phone call. she didn't budge, but she also lets you know subtly that she would listen if you ever wanted to talk to them.

when you invited florence to your little sister's party, she was shocked. you explained she didn't have to go but she cut you off with an eager smile.

"yes! yes! i would love to meet your family"

she smiled and kissed you.

the next day, you showed florence pictures of your whole family and explained who they are.

"there's a lot of people, huh," florence said.

"yes, but a lot of them are also family friends," you say, wanting to debunk the stereotypes put on your family's ethnicity.

a couple of weeks before your little sister's birthday, you received a facetime call from your little sister while you were settling into bed.

you two talked and caught up on what she was up to and what you were doing currently.

in the middle of the call, florence walks out of the bathroom and gets into bed as quietly as possible so your sister doesn't hear.

"nena, want to see the girl I'm bringing to your party?"

"yes! let me see your girlfriend," said your forever eager sister.

florence's eyes widen and she looked to the side.

she had butterflies in her stomach. this very sudden meeting didn't let her prepare any of her starters.

florence popped onto the screen and smiled, "hey"

your sister's face drops, "y/n, is that florence pugh"

you laugh at your sister's shocked face, "really? i didn't notice" florence laughed and got under the covers with you.

"you're dating florence pugh and never told me?!" you should've remembered your sister was a marvel fan, but now you don't spend as much time at your family's house as before, you naturally forgot.

"cabrona, ella es una persona regular también. deja de llamarla por su nombre completo" you say in spanish. idiot, she is a regular person too. stop calling her from her full name.

florence sat there, oblivious to what you were saying, just loving your Spanish-speaking voice. the brunette watched you scold your sister and your sister apologize.

soon, you introduced them in a proper way - as properly you could do it through a facetime call - and the two girls got along very well. you loved the way florence scrunched her nose and laugh at your sister's jokes.

the call ended when you heard a door open and your sister went on mute. like instinct, you also muted yourself.

"oh, what happened there?" florence asked with a sleepy voice when she saw your sister's face scrunch up in confusion at whoever was speaking to her.

"someone walked into the room, either mami or papa, if it was another sibling she wouldn't mute"

you explained and florence nodded and placed her head on your shoulder.

a couple of seconds later, you saw your sister stand up and walk, then the call ended.

"no more?" you smile at florence's sleepy voice.

"something is happening on the other side right now and you, my sweet girl, are sleepy" florence smiled at you and you returned the smile.

"i love you"

"i love you too"

florence has never been so nervous to meet a group of people. she asked you all things from what perfume to wear, to what shoes, florence basically made you create her whole outfit down to make-up and jewelry.

you could tell she was nervous, obviously. you didn't tell her it wasn't a big deal, you didn't undermine her anxiety, just told her everything was going to be okay and your family would love her.

although the front yard was packed with cars and big ass trucks, when you two arrived at the house no one was inside, everyone was outside.

"are not that many people here, yet?" florence's questions you while you lead her to the backyard.

"oh no, darling, everyone is already here," you say, opening the door and letting her outside first.

upon everyone noticing the door opening and florence stepping out, everyone looked over and cheered. cheering, as in finally seeing you after months of you being busy at work and finally meeting your girlfriend.

in the backyard, florence can see either people nicely dressed up or people in their bathing suits as they get out of the pool.

there are drinks everywhere, and dogs running around after each other, and decorations everywhere. there were a lot of kids, which florence was expecting.

the first person to step up to you was your smallest brother, diego.

diego was a very open kid that always had something to speak to you about. he could hold a conversation with anyone.

he ran into your legs and you lifted him to greet florence.

"diego, meet my girlfriend florence" as florence went to raise her hand to wave at diego, diego leaped out of your arms and into florence.

good thing florence had good reflexes because she would've been on the floor at the cost of diego's small body. diego hugged florence and kissed her cheek. everyone laughed and even florence's cheeks got a little rosy.

"alright, mijo." you said, taking him from florence's arms and setting him back down.

next was your sister.

"hi nena" you bring her into a hug. in reality, her name was valentina, or val, but you have been calling her nena since she was born. "meet florence, my girlfriend"

florence didn't hesitate to bring val into a big bear hug.

after saying hello to everyone at the party, you sat down with florence. florence realized some of the family members of yours recognized her and had fun watching them try to figure out where they know her from.

you were more nervous to see how your parents behave with florence, and to your surprise, they behaved well. they asked her how she was, as well as making the smallest amount of talk. you could tell they were just being nice to her, and keeping up a mask.

"are you hungry?" you ask florence.

"no one is eating though," she says.

"the food is always prepared, just sometimes comes out a little later than regular," you say, getting up and lacing your fingers with florence's to follow you.

as tradition, the partner of the person visiting is always the one to serve the other, meaning you are obligated to serve florence her food. usually, it is the women serving every man, but you decided this is more appropriate.

"i can do i-"

"i know you can, baby, but you are the guest here," you say, kissing your girlfriend's cheek and going back to serving her.

in the kitchen, there are pots and pans everywhere with different things in them.

florence gets a bit of each since half of the things that are cooked she has never tried. she always asks you your opinion on the food as you are serving it to her.

"i'm afraid the only American soda we have is coke, you can try the one i am drinking now, or do you want a beer or something" you explain to her when you finally give her the plate of food, while you had a jupina soda in your hand (pineapple flavor soda).

"beer! but can i try whatever you are having?" that makes you smile and nod.

you are so grateful florence has been so open-minded with this party. now, in your defense, you wouldn't say it was much to take in but you have seen some of your cousins or siblings' partners being a little scared while trying the food, or meeting grandparents and drunk uncles.

you are grateful that florence is taking everything with a smile, even if she is familiar with some things around her she still respects everyone and everything.

"i love you so much, you know?" you say softly to her before you two leave outside.

"yeah, i know. i love you too" florence replys and gives you a sweet kiss.

when you come back to your original seat with two plates of food, you see a couple of your cousins and siblings sitting at that same table.

florence walks behind you as you lead her back to the table.

"hey guys," you say, nervous, thinking they didn't realize you and florence were sitting there and are going to leave abruptly.

"where's your girlfriend?" not even a hello.

"wow, is that all im good for?" you say, turning your head towards the cousin that said it.

"not gonna lie" one of your other cousins says and the others agree with head nods.

"que se vayan para sus chinga madre" you say, moving to show that florence is, in fact, standing behind you. (go to fucking hell)

your siblings and cousins were really excited to meet florence. some knew of her from movies they watched with their friends, some just thought she was really pretty and they were all interested in meeting her.

"mm, this is delicious, who cooks all of this?" florence says when she takes a bite.

"everyone brought a different thing so that what you're eating right now is tio carlitos carne asada" val explains.

you were in awe the whole time while eating, watching florence bond with your siblings and cousins. you explained to her before that in your family cousins are considered siblings, even the ones that aren't blood-related.

you soon took florence to a regular part of the party where it's a small lounge part for you two. knowing your cousins would want to take "a walk" soon after dinner. the little lounge would have a view of the whole party while having a little privacy so you could talk to florence without someone hearing.

"wait where are they going?" florence questions when she realizes your siblings and cousins weren't walking behind her, then sees them walk out the front door.

"they're going on a walk, which is code for smoking a blunt and then coming back stoned as hell" you say, making florence laugh.

"you ever participate in those walks?" florence questions.

"darling i was ring leader" this made florence let out a big laugh. you smiled as you watched her smile and laugh.

"you been liking the party?" you ask florence.

"yes, i've liked it a lot. i liked meeting your family, they're really nice" florence smiled.

all you did was wrap your arm around her shoulders when she said that. you didn't want to tell her that the reason why you were in so many clubs and sports in high school was that you never wanted to be home. you didn't want to tell her the way they criticized your every move and opinion. you didn't want to make florence nervous after she worried so much before this party.

during high school, you didn't have the best relationship with your family, more specifically your parents. which is why you are relieved when you didn't see your parents pull florence in to talk to her.

part of you knew it was because florence was a woman, and they didn't support your sexuality a hundred percent. they don't support your sexuality, your opinions, or your clothing.

in high school, you got more comfortable with your sexuality and saw women as beautiful and approachable. this pushed you to be more open with your sexuality and your parents started to resent you for it. they wanted the perfect family and you were disrupting that dynamic.

"do you guys have more parties like this?" florence's asks.

"yeah, every once in a while. happens more than i like to admit. why? wanna come more often?" you tease and she giggled.

"yes, i think it would be fun to spend time with your family, maybe we can invite them to dinner at my place. i can cook for them"

"well babe how many people are you thinking about here? are you talking about my siblings and parents or the whole lot?" you question, your arm that is around her shoulder wrapping tighter around florence's shoulders.

"everyone! we can clean up the backyard and put out finger foods, and we can make all different dishes" you smile lovingly at her. she doesn't realize your heart eyes while she's talking about all the different ways she wants to learn about your family.

"okay, when do you wanna do it, darling?"

"as soon as possible"

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𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵“

Inspo: Post Malone - Reputation

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Black!Male!reader

Requested: 🚨🦇

(I am so sorry this took long, love!)

Summary: You have a reputation that you wanted to wipe clean.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and character death.

Words 3358

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵“

Inspo: Sam Tinnesz - Play With Fire

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Natasha’s past and present were a secret. More now than ever after she got married to you. She lived a double life, but maybe you weren’t as innocent as she once thought you to be.

Warnings: Comedy and fluffy.

Words 2904

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Sweet || P.P - Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Main Masterlist | Natasha Romanoff Masterlist | Prissy Princess Masterlist

Summary: MODERN ROYAL AU | Now you and Natasha had started to really enjoy each other's company, it was about time that you actually got the chance to do something fun.

Warnings: Sexual Innuendos, Teasing, Suggestive themes, Near Nakedness (in underwear).

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic), Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff (Married), Carol Danvers x Reader (Platonic).

Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: Am so sorry it took me so long to get part 3 out to your guys! Am gonna try and get part 4 out a lot quicker now that I'm starting to have more motivation!! A hope you like it and it was worth the wait, all feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

The past few days went by like a breeze, you and Natasha had made it a tradition to have every meal together whether it was just you two, or whether you joined others for your food. Natasha was always grateful for your presence and the two of you had progressed to lingering touches and maybe even a kiss on the cheek, but neither of you had made anything official. The idea of taking it slow appealed to Natasha, originally, but with how understanding and respectful you were it kind of bummed her out that the two of you hadn’t shared a kiss yet. Every time she tried you either got interrupted or you didn’t notice and got distracted by something else and missed every one of Natasha’s initiations. Natasha was a stubborn individual and once she had set her mind on something she wanted, it was only a matter of time until she got it.

The redhead smiled as she watched you devour your stack of pancakes, that were absolutely drowned in syrup, and shook her head with an amused smile whilst she sipped at her coffee. “You’re nearly as bad as Yelena,” Natasha teased as she finished her coffee. You raised your head to look at the Russian and stopped mid-chew, the syrup that drowned your pancakes now slowly dripped down the side of your mouth as you looked innocently at Natasha. “I jus’ really like pancakes,” you mumbled with your mouth full and Natasha grimaced at you which made you quickly swallow your food and mutter a small apology. Syrup still resided in the corner of your mouth and Natasha saw this as a chance to get your attention; erotically, Natasha leaned over the table and brought her thumb up to the corner of your mouth, gently wiping the syrup away, and then leaned back in her chair to bring her thumb to her mouth. You blinked slowly as you intently watched Natasha’s every move shuffling slightly in your seat, whether it was from arousal or embarrassment you didn’t know, and you swallowed thickly as she raised her thumb to her mouth. The digit passed through her slightly parted lips, and you couldn’t hide the small groan that reverberated at the back of your throat as you watched her tongue swirl around her thumb and then pulled it out with a small ‘pop’ sound. “Sweet.”

Natasha smirked at your reaction and you shuffled awkwardly in your seat, diverting your eyes, and you pulled at the collar of your hoodie. Just as you went to reply, you were rudely interrupted by Carol who made her presence known by dropping her books on the table and taking a seat beside you. “Good morning lovebirds,” she joked, nudging you with her elbow as you awkwardly cleared your throat. Wanda sent a harsh glare to her wife as she took a seat by Natasha who still had a smug smile on her features, as much as Carol was oblivious to the things happening around her, Wanda very much had a keen eye to be able to recognise what was going on. You glanced up at Natasha, whose smug smile turned into a gentle one, and she reached over to place her hand on your knee and rubbed it reassuringly. “So, what do you two have planned for today?” Wanda questioned, before giving Carol a sharp kick in the leg when she gave the two of you a suggestive look.

“I uh, I’m doing some of the proper royalty stuff with Nat again today. It’s the last day of our week deal, so that means as of tomorrow I can put you back on your ass Carol,” you jested, a playful smile on your lips as you finished your pancakes. The scoff which Carol released made multiple people turn to face all of you and Wanda glared at her wife’s antics before just ignoring it and turning to have a conversation with Natasha that blocked the two of you out. “So Nat, what happened with you and Y/N before we came over here? Don’t even bother trying to lie to me, you know I know you too well,” Wanda stated confidently as she side glanced at you and Carol to check you both weren’t listening. Natasha blushed heavily at Wanda’s question and explained what happened, a blissful look on her features, and then let out a small huff. “As petty as it sounds, I just want a kiss. Like, I’m so comfortable with her now and I keep making the first move but she always seems to miss it or we get interrupted.” Wanda smiled sadly at the redhead, recognising the predicament that she was in because there was a point where Wanda went through the same thing with Carol. “Why don’t you make your move at the ball? Have you even invited her to that yet?” Wanda inquired, sending her best friend a small smile.

Natasha shook her head with a small sigh, “I haven’t even thought about it, we’ve both just been wrapped up in our own little bubble. I was going to ask her about it today, but I have this overall anxiety that for whatever reason she’s going to say no.” Wanda gave Natasha an incredulous look and shook her head in disagreement, “She’s not going to say no, Natasha. I’m more than sure she’d want to go with you. Besides, who wouldn’t take the chance to see you in a pretty dress and have a dance with you?” The redhead rolled her eyes at Wanda’s compliments, but her attention was quickly captured by your hand on her shoulder, and you smiled down at her. “We need to get going, or we’re going to be late to the sewing thing we have and I don’t want your tutor to get mad at me for making you late.” Natasha nodded and stood from her chair, ignoring Wanda’s pointed look which was a silent message for her to get her act together, and she smiled when you offered her your hand. She was quick to intertwine your fingers together and rested her head on your shoulder as you made your way to the gallery; the walk itself was in comfortable silence before you pressed a kiss to the top of her head and initiated a conversation. “Are we gonna talk about what happened back there?” You probed gently, making sure you didn’t upset her.

Natasha flushed under your intense gaze, and it was your turn to smirk at the hold you had on her and the reaction she had given you to such a simple question. The silence spoke louder than words, but you wanted to hear Natasha say it…say what she wanted. A surprised gasp left Natasha’s mouth when you grabbed her and pinned her against the closest wall, smirking down at her, and you used your index and middle finger to tilt her chin up so she couldn’t look anywhere but you. You raised your eyebrow at her lack of answer and caged her in closer to the wall, tilting your head in amusement, “Come on Natty, when have you ever been shy to voice what you wanted? Especially with me.” Natasha slowly darted out her tongue to wet her lips buying herself a little bit of time, as you were distracted by the action and then tilted her head the opposite way to yours with a small smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and was it not you who said we were going to be late? And now you’re the one wasting time?” You shrugged, gently moving a stray curl out of Natasha’s face, and smiled resting your forehead against hers, “You are extremely cheeky, Natasha Romanoff. But whilst I have you here, I was wondering if you would like to go to the ball with me at the end of this month?”

Natasha pouted whilst she tried to fight off the smile that had started to grow and looked up at you with shining eyes, “That’s not fair. I was meant to be the one who asked you to the ball, not the other way around. You stole my thunder.” The redhead shivered as you let out a throaty chuckle, and you gently caressed the apple of her cheek with your thumb. “Well your highness, it seemed as though you were taking too long. Am I to take your answer as a yes? Or would you prefer me to get onto my knees and beg for you to accompany me?” The air around the two of you seemed suffocating, even though you were in one of the most open parts of the castle, and Natasha was shocked at the way you had her wrapped around your little finger, essentially begging to have your attention at all times. It was your cheekiness that brought out the playful side of Natasha, being entertained by the banter the two of you gave back and forth, and Natasha knew the best way to get you to falter; or so she thought. “I mean…if you wanted to get on your knees and beg for me, I wouldn’t be opposed. Isn’t that what you’re meant to do for your queen?” Natasha teased, her slender fingers tracing over your jaw. The ideology for Natasha of her actions was that you would fluster, but you had other plans this time around. You slowly sank to your knees, looking up at her with a near-predatory gaze, and rested your hands on the curves of her hips. “Natty, Natty, Natty…I would never fight about being on my knees for you, in more ways than one, if it meant I had the opportunity to have you at my side at the ball and wherever else suits. So, am I going to take this silence as a yes to my question?”

Natasha blinked quickly, making eye contact with you as you were still on your knees, your thumbs and index fingers gently squeezing into her hips every so often and she fought the urge to let her legs give way. “Y-Yes,” she breathed quietly, clearing her throat before she continued, “I would love to go with you, and uh, y-you can get off your knees now.” The redhead looked around her, paranoid that someone was going to see the two of you, not that she usually minded people seeing you both mess around, but the position the two of you are in isn’t exactly ideal. You nodded and stood back up to full height, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on Natasha’s forehead, and frowned confused as she stood pouting at you. “Well Princess, you still haven’t told me what you want and you’re now pouting at me, so are you going to tell me or do I have to turn into a mind reader?” It was now or never. You were standing looking at Natasha with that lost puppy look you had whenever you were confused, and it just made her want to kiss that stupid look off of your face. “I want you to kiss me,” Natasha stated confidently, only a small waiver in her voice from when you stepped closer. “I uh, I want you to kiss me because I want to kiss you…please?” You smiled at Natasha’s shyness, pressing her against the stone wall and nodded slowly, your hands moving on their own accord to cup Natasha’s face and you leaned in. Natasha’s eyes fluttered shut, her own hands moving to rest above yours as she moved her face forward; the two of you were so close that she could taste the syrup on your breath from breakfast, but before she could rest her lips upon yours, a strong voice boomed through the corridor.

“Natalia Romanova!”

Both of your heads whipped round to see Natasha’s teacher, Lady Harkness, storm her way down the corridor towards you both and she did not look happy. You couldn’t help but chuckle as she bunched her dress up to be able to walk to you both quicker, but it was Natasha’s broken whine when you pulled away from her that caught your full attention. “Y/N Y/L/N! Don’t think that I don’t know it’s you who is corrupting my perfect Natasha! Making her late for her studies, having her lose focus by messaging her! Now both of you come on!” You grimaced at the reprimanding tone and looked over at Natasha who sported a small pout at being interrupted again and you gently grabbed her hand and entwined your fingers together with a mischievous smile. “Do you trust me?” You questioned quietly, giving Natasha’s hand a small squeeze, and she turned to face you with a confused frown but slowly nodded in agreement; you smiled and held her hand tightly, looking at the opposite side of the corridor to Lady Harkness. “Okay, run,” you smiled as you started your sprint down the corridor, holding Natasha’s hand tighter so she didn’t fall behind and you lead her out towards the stables. She let out a surprised shriek as you lifted her onto your horse with ease and clambered on behind her, wrapping one of your arms around her waist to anchor her against you as you rode out of the castle walls.

“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me yet?” Natasha shrieked as you made a sharp corner, the skirt of her dress nearly flying up. She turned to glare at you and you just gave an innocent smile as you made another sharp turn, before finally getting the horse to slow down. The tightness of your arm around Natasha never faltered and she found herself now fully relaxing into your hold, considering you were now going at a pace which didn’t make her want to vomit and she gave your hand a soft squeeze. “We’re here,” you smiled, your horse still trotting slowly through some woodland and towards some hanging vines. “There’s nothing here,” Natasha noted with an unimpressed look on her face to which you gave her waist a small pinch and she shrieked trying to squirm away but you held her still. “Patience should be a trait of a princess should it not? Now, just give it a second,” you playfully chastised, pushing vines out of the way to reveal a gorgeous lake.

Natasha gasped at the sight and tightened her hold on you and you pressed a reassuring kiss on her shoulder, slowly getting your horse to come to a stop. You were the first to climb down and you gently lifted Natasha and placed her onto the floor, and then pulled her into you smiling. “Now, where were we?” You teased as you leaned in with a smile, only to let out a gasp of surprise as Natash wriggled out of your grip and ran towards the lake. “Hey!” Natasha’s melodic laugh echoed through the cove and you were sure your heart stopped for a minute, this side of Natasha was something you didn’t get to see often, but she felt free here and you’d be damned if you were ever going to let anyone take that away from her. “Y/N! Stop being so slow and get over here, come and sit with me!” You heard Natasha shout over at you as you continued your walk over, sitting down next to Natasha and smiling when she rested her head on your shoulder.

“It’s beautiful here,” Natasha commented quietly, taking a deep and relaxing breath before she continued, “What made you bring me here?” You glanced at Natasha with a small smile, basking in the comfort that her resting against you gave you, and let out a soft sigh. “I thought it was somewhere where you’d be able to get away, feel free to just kind of do whatever you wanted. Besides, I come here on my own a lot and it always ends up reminding me of you,” you commented gently, moving your hand to stroke your fingers through her hair and pouted when she moved. “Why does it make you think of me?” Natasha questioned as she moved to sit between your legs and rested her back against your front, your chin sitting gently on top of her head and you smiled wrapping your arms tightly around her waist. “Like you said, this place is beautiful,” you whispered near her ear and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Then there was a silence, not one of those uncomfortable and awkward ones, it was very much a silent that was comfortable as you both enjoyed each others company. Natasha never thought that one of her suitors would ever be able to make her feel like this, but she was glad that the one who did was you, you had come straight into her heart and stolen it…not that she’d tell you that yet though. The redhead shuffled in your arms and you instinctively tightened your arms around her, “Are you okay Natty?” “I’ve never been better,” Natasha replied confidently and you smiled at her words and pressed another kiss to her head. “Thank you for bringing me here,” Natasha continued and you smiled just letting her talk. “It’s been nice to actually get out of the palace walls for a change, and I’m enjoying my time with you.” Natasha turned to face you and you teasingly booped her nose before suddenly standing up, making Natasha fall backwards.

“Y/N!” Natasha whined as she brushed the leaves off of her dress and then furrowed her brows when she saw you take off your hoodie and then your t-shirt, leaving you in just your bra and shorts, before discarding of your shorts too. “W-What the hell are you doing?” Natasha interrogated, her face becoming flushed at your half-naked appearance; she had seen girls naked before, but with you it seemed to be different. You smiled and started on untying your shoes and quickly hopped over to a large stick that was attached to a tree and pulled it back straight. “I am going to show you how fun it is, to not give a care in the world. I’m going to show you how to really let loose and let you know you don’t have to be a prissy princess all the time.” “I’m not a prissy princess!” You looked at Natasha with a raised eyebrow and she pouted in defeat at your words; if she was a 'Prissy Princess' at least she was yours.

Her eyes stayed on you as though she was a hawk stalking her prey, she loved the way that the small rays of sunshine that broke through into the cove made your skin look like it was glistening. The heated stare from Natasha was easily noticed by you, and you just sent her a wink before running with the log to swing yourself off the ledge and into the air to then fall into the lake. Natasha let out a small screech as your body hit the water with a lot of force, and ran over to the edge of the lake closest to where you fell in. “Y/N?!” The lack of reply from you alongside no movement in the water sent Natasha into a small panic. What if there were currents you didn’t see and they’ve pulled you under? What if you hit your head on something? What if you had been eaten by a shark? Okay- maybe not the last one, but even so. “This isn’t funny! I order you to come out and show yourself, now!” The scream that Natasha let out when you broke from under the surface had you laughing so much that your stomach hurt; it was only when Natasha huffed and walked away from you that you stopped.

“Aw, come on Natty. I was just playing around,” you explained, following her away from the body of water. Once again you were face to face with Natasha’s stubbornness, and her need to always have things go her way, and you pouted kneeling in front of her. The water of the lake dripped down your skin, every so often making you shiver, and you reached your hand out for Natasha’s, smiling gently when she let you hold it. “Now, wasn’t it you who ordered me to come out of the water and show myself?” You teased gently, not missing the way Natasha’s lips curved up into a small smile. “You scared me,” Natasha admitted quietly, her eyes doing you a once over before she looked at your face with a small pout and furrowed brows. “I thought you had hurt yourself when you didn’t immediately come back up.” You shook your head confidently and used your thumb to gently stroke her cheek and she smiled leaning into your hand. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you forgive me, princess?” Natasha shuddered at your tone and slowly nodded which made you smile. “Good, because now it’s your turn.” Natasha’s head tilted in confusion and she gasped in surprise as you hoisted her into your arms, and walked towards the lake with her in a fireman carry, ignoring the way she was writhing in your grip. “Y/N no! I’m still fully dressed, I refuse to let you throw me into that lake-” Her complaining was cut off by you throwing her into the water, still fully dressed, and you cackled loudly.

You were quick to dive in after her, sneakily swimming around her, and made sure to stay in her blind spot as she began to tread water looking for you. “God dammit Y/N! I’m still in all my clothes you bitch!” You swam behind Natasha and swooped her into your arms as you stood to your full height, holding Natasha bridal style in your arms, and smiled cheekily. “You look great, wet really looks good on you,” you joked, smirking more when Natasha’s face flushed at your words, clearly taking it in a different way than you had said it. The younger woman wrapped her arms around your neck and held onto you tightly, smiling gently when you moved some of her wet curls from out of her face. “Can I at least get out of my dress? It's too heavy for me to swim around with you, if that’s what you’re wanting.” You quickly nodded in agreement and Natasha rolled her eyes at your childish antics as she swam back to the shore and slowly stripped off to her own underwear. You swallowed thickly, practically drooling, at the sight of Natasha in black laced underwear, it was something you never expected to see but you’re definitely weren’t complaining. She’s beautiful. You quickly looked away to give her a bit of privacy, the last thing you wanted was for her to get mad and upset with you because you were mesmerised over the way her underwear highlighted the firmness of her ass and perkiness of her breasts.

You jumped when you felt Natasha swim up behind you and place her hands on your shoulders, slowly turning you to face her and rested her forehead against yours with a soft smile. “There, I’ve finally played into your idea of fun. Are you happy now?” Natasha questioned with a playful smile and you gave her a faux pout. “Are you not having fun, Romanoff? My antics too childish for you?” Natasha huffed and pushed herself away from you, swimming away a little, and you frowned. “Natty? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Come back?” You swam towards her and let out a loud gasp when you suddenly got a faceful of water, and heard Natasha belly-laughing in front of you. “Tasha!” Natasha tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly swam back towards you with a playful look in her eyes, and you narrowed yours with caution. “What? Is someone mad that I beat them at their own game? Splashed you before you got me?” You hummed in acknowledgement of her teasing and then pulled her high into your arms, so your head was just beneath her breasts and you smiled up at her. “I mean, you’re in a very precarious position right now, so don’t test my capabilities. In fact…hold your nose.” The Russian looked at you curiously but did as you asked, letting out a small scream as you jumped and body-slammed both of you into the water. The water splashed wildly as you both came up to the surface gasping for air and you coughed heavily after swallowing water from laughing and Natasha threw you a playful scowl. “That’s what you get, instant bad karma.”

You laughed once more which initiated another coughing fit, to the point tears had started to form in your eyes and Natasha rushed over to pat your back to help you get it all out. Once you had stopped Natasha brushed away the few stray tears that were still in your eyes, you smiled down at her wrapping her into the comfort of your arms, and rested your foreheads together. “Thank you, Natty. My own little lifesaver,” you whispered softly, allowing her delicate fingers to caress your face. “You saved mine just as much as I saved yours,” Natasha whispered back and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but didn’t press the matter as you knew she’d open up when she was ready. The gentle kiss to the middle of your brow made you smile and your whole face relax and you took a deep breath as Natasha looked up at you with innocent, caring, eyes; you moved your hand from Natasha’s waist towards her face instead, letting your thumb drag over her bottom lip. You groaned softly biting your own lip, hard enough to taste blood, when she sucked your thumb into her mouth, looking you straight in the eyes, and then released it with a small ‘pop’. “Behave yourself,” you warned, but it wasn’t very convincing and Natasha shrugged innocently, pulling your head down closer to hers. “If you kiss me, I might just think about it.”

You hummed in amusement at this side of Natasha. The cheeky, flirty, mischievous, and you could even go as far as calling her naughty side of her. It was something you had wanted for a while, to kiss Natasha, but you were always sure that she would either be repulsed or maybe even slap you if you tried. It had been tireless flirting between the two of you recently, and every time you wanted to kiss her you just gave her some more space so the temptation wasn’t as addictive. She blinked up at you, silent and waiting for your next move, and you took a steady breath and leaned closer to the impatient redhead, who had started to shuffle in your arms and smiled cheekily. The redhead’s impatience and stubbornness got the best of her, as she pulled your head down to her and pressed her lips firmly against your own. It was only then that she started to slowly loosen her grip and melted into your embrace as you reciprocated the action, wrapping her legs around your waist. The kiss wasn’t dominating and lustful, it was slow and passionate, the two of you taking the time to explore each other in a more physical sense than normal. All of this was more than what Natasha could have ever dreamed of and you couldn’t help but pull her tighter against you, scared she was going to suddenly slip from your grasp. You smiled pulling away once the two of you needed oxygen and you pressed multiple kisses all over her lips and face to make her smile. “Thank you,” Natasha muttered shyly, looking into your eyes as she continued, “That was perfect and I’m happy you’re the one here with me.”

“Natasha, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here with you, anywhere with you. I will always choose you,” you declared passionately, refusing to break eye contact with the younger princess. “Do you promise you’ll always choose me?” She whispered insecurely, with a small whine and you pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away with a smile.

“I promise you, with my whole heart and more.”

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this is a fuckjng masterpiece. i loved every second i was reading this fic.

Make me a Sunday roast.

florence pugh x reader (sisters)

summary: Florence isn’t as informed as she’d like, and you’re not having a particularly great time.

words: 3099

warnings: eating disorders, self-harm, suicide, mentall illness, mentions of drugs

notes: netball is a sport similar to basketball widely played in the U.K. and Australia (and most places other than the USA). Netball academies are really elite, and the most elite is obviously the England Academy which is called the Roses Academy. Also this one shot was like therapy but cheaper.

When you were born, two minutes before your twin, Raffie, your mother looked at your face, perfect in her eyes, and realised you’d be fine on your own. It was proven again and again, through test scores and awards and letters of acceptance for academies, for schools. She was reminded by the straight nines marking your GCSEs, and it was reiterated when the Roses academy asked you to go on tour in New Zealand. Deb could not believe one of her children would captain England for a sport your younger sister only managed to get on B team as a sub for.

Raffie grew up with the attention of a baby and the praise of a fast cheetah, mostly overlooked when achieving something, never forgotten when she failed. The shadow cast over her followed through school as you became the girl who’d boys would beg to snap and she became Y/n’s twin sister. While you were out with your friends, she’d be with your other siblings, becoming closer to the family that only seemed to love you when you’d come first place.

Of course that was not the case, but how were you supposed to know that?

You started sixth form and netball became more of a career option and less of a fun little hobby. Raffie made new friends, yours got upset you didn’t have time for them. Instead of you coming home drunk, it was Raffie. Your parents assumed you wanted to prioritise netball, and then, when netball practices began to be skipped, school.

Days would go by where you’d lie in your bed, the same clothes from a week ago, the same dirty plates as decor among the medals and certificates and trophies. Raffie’s slight resentment for you morphed into pity; she’d ask if you wanted to go out with her. Maybe you wanted to see your own friends. “Mine will love you,” and she’d smile to coax your pathetic state out of its lair. They wouldn’t love you. You’re the kind of girl who’d they remember as their childhood bully. Twins can go one of two ways, obviously. You and Raffie had very separate lives.

One day, you’d walked down the stairs, cuts covered with stained sleeves, tears not even bothering to form. Your mum and dad had looked at you, the same expression of concern that had become the norm for the past six months. You had turned eighteen with this expression clouding the photos, you had grown even further apart from them. Dad had said Floss had tried to come, but couldn’t. It was Raffie that cried, not you.

Dad had never cried in front of you before then as you told them about how you weren’t sure you could live anymore, how they shouldn’t blame themselves. “This isn’t me,” you’d reminded them carefully, half smile at the ready to combat your mother’s soft sobs. It was then she had understood that maybe you wouldn’t be fine on your own. Maybe you needed help.

The doctor diagnosed you with anorexia and bipolar disorder. Unspecified. She’d nodded at you, checking if you had thought the same. It reminded you of Flossie’s movie; Midsommar. It probably was what made you ask your parents to keep it quiet.

Out of all of your siblings, you’d never really connected with Florence. Her and Raffie got on like they were destined to talk about acting together, and Toby and Bella weren’t exactly silent during those talks. She’d become a movie star, lived with her boyfriend in LA. You weren’t really sure if you had the right number for her anymore. Raffie would FaceTime her periodically, “Y/n, it’s Flo,” and you’d mumble a hello and shut your door because nothing was shittier than seeing Florence, who made everything better for the family but had taken every achievement from your cabinet and replaced them with her fame. You wondered if you hated her.

With a family dinner and meeting afterwards, everyone but Flo was informed of the situation, notified that you’d be going away for treatment. Six weeks, and then you’d come back. No one was to let Florence know, even if she asked about you. You weren’t sure she’d remember you existed if Raff didn’t bring you up.

- - -

Florence just so happens to get to Oxford on a random Tuesday in February. She hasn’t been present in her family and she feels bad about it. They will always be there for her, rich or poor, famous or not. Missing the twins’ birthday brought tears to her eyes. She’d taken many breaks on set that day.

Her parents are elated at her appearance, saying Raffie will be back from school soon. Weird, Florence thinks, Y/n’s not here. She’s always been so extroverted. “Is Y/n out with her friends?” Raffie’s face doesn’t miss Florence’s gaze. Pain. Grief.

Florence Pugh’s stomach drops to the Earth’s core.

Y/n pushed her away, so she’d stopped trying. She hadn’t been mentioned for a while, achievements cropping up in conversations no longer. Mum was never as proud, Dad was never making taxi jokes. She’d sensed, from that mansion in LA, that something was off, that she wasn’t clued in on information that everyone else had. It was like her sister had disappeared and no one had noticed.

The Uber drives off, and you take a deep breath. Six weeks ago you did the same thing outside of the treatment centre. You can do this. It won’t define you.

Your hands shake ever so slightly and you pick apart your disused keys, fingers tracing the stupid school picture key chain from year three. You and Raffie, smiles bright. You’ve learnt to appreciate her a bit more when she wasn’t there.

“Why won’t you tell me?” An exasperated voice is abruptly cut off by your entry. Sounds like Florence. Is she famous enough to have tribute actors now?

There’s a silence as your parents take the sight of you in. The doctors thought not seeing them might be more beneficial. Having a break from life itself proved a good cure to the now-longer list of mental illnesses they’d explain you had. Mum and Dad are holding hands behind the counter, where no one can see.

Then, Raffie is hugging you, holding you tight. She’s crying. She feels guilty about overlooking the signs, not reporting your frequent lies about school and netball, never really asking if you wanted to talk. “I’m okay, Raff,” you whispered into dark hair, arms wrapped around her body even so. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

Florence is standing awkwardly behind Raff. Watching.

“I thought�� Weren’t you coming back tomorrow?” Dad asks, voice hushed, as if Florence will manage to be kept in the dark now. “Did they clear you to leave? We would’ve picked you up, Y/n. How’d you—”

“They said I could four hours ago. I got an Uber.” He frowns. “Dad, I’m an adult.”

Your mum brings you to her, cradling your head, kissing your forehead. She tells you she loves you and that she’s sorry, you tell her she doesn’t need to be sorry, but that you’d love to have a nap before having to face the world again. It’s not as fun when nurses don’t tell you what type of therapy you have each day. She says she’s sorry again, and you’ve gone upstairs before Florence can grasp what’s going on.

Without knowing why, Florence has followed you upstairs, reaching your room just as you close the door. There’s no lock. Your parents had thought the best way to keep you safe was to ignore a lock and learn to knock. Privacy had become something dangerous in those sixth months.

Her hand reaches out, palm flat against the wood of the door, ears listening out for a sign you’re aware of her being there. You know she’s there, naturally, and aren’t sure what to do. What can you do?

She knocks and you sigh, “come in, Florence.”

“Whole name?” The joke isn’t as funny as she thought it’d be.

Your room has been tidied over your absence, dishes removed, pillows plumped. Raffie’s left notes in it, words from when she wished she could talk to you but couldn’t. You’ll read them later.

With the clear space now on your bed, your sister plonks herself down, hands awkwardly sitting in her lap. Neither of you have made an effort to speak to each other since the equally arduous back-and-forth texts from your birthday. Well, Flo’s thought about it. She’s not sure how to approach you.

Under the covers, your fingers tap away anxiously, waiting for her to say something or leave. Or burst into tears. She feels the exact same, asking herself how she let your relationship deteriorate into such a state, wondering why you’ve only just reappeared in everyone's lives.

“What happened?”

A general question. There’s too much substance to that answer.

“Did you get kicked out? Are you pregnant, were you on holiday?” Florence tries to find reasons. Explanations. “Was there a netball tour? I follow England Netball, Y/n. I swear there wasn’t— I would have put it on my story if you’d told me.” It’s making her upset that she’s not able to land on the right reason. “Are you cross with me?”

“The academy dropped me,” you inform her bluntly. They asked you to leave. Your parents sat down with your coaches soon after the fateful doctor’s appointment. Suddenly you were back on the team. “Just recover, Y/n,” was your command.

“Did they?” It’s given her a reason to comfort you, to pull you into a hug and show more affection than she’s most likely ever shown you. “What did you do?”

Midsommar. Flo doesn’t need to know. Flo doesn’t need to start caring about you just because your medical records have a series of disorders listed.

“Nothing much,” you mumble into her hair, missing the length because it always smelt so lovely. Like coconuts.

She catches sight of the letter on your bedside table. You’ve not read it yet, but it’s been laid out by your mum.

We are pleased to inform you that when you return from treatment…

Florence pulls away. “What treatment?”

“What?”

Manicured nails direct your attention to the letter, signed off by your head coach. Heidi cried with your parents. “Treatment.” There’s a pause. “Were you pregnant?”

To Florence, who’s only ever seen you come home drunk and high, with girls, boys, strangers, it’s plausible. To Florence, who’s picked you up from parties, held your hair back, fought for your voice to be heard without you knowing it was her who filed the sexual assault claim on your behalf, the possibility is entirely there. You fight off the tears that come with the thought of being infertile because your perfectionism really was an eating disorder.

“Y/n, I’m your sister. You can tell me anything.”

“For you to post some shitty infographic about it on your story for your millions of followers?” Venomous words taste better than vodka. “Do I add to your tragic backstory? Am I good material for interviews?”

Florence stumbles on her words, surprised. She wasn’t expecting this.

“Even if I were pregnant, I’ve starved myself too much for the fucking foetus to fucking live!”

Oh. You’ve said it now.

“Treatment,” Flo repeats, saying it again just to solidify what it now means. “How am I supposed to know that?”

“You weren’t,” you agree. “Didn’t want to make you sad during awards season.”

“Stop it.”

“No, Florence. There’s something about not fitting into a family that really fucks you up, you know. Being ’Y/n’s twin’ must have been shit for Raffie, but where was that hug when my friends left me? When I was told I was too nice for that group, but too mean for everyone else?” Because Flo never really asked why you were crying. Most assumed the rare bad grade. “You act as if I’m indebted to you, like I haven’t been pretending to be happy for the longest time. Like you didn’t go on day trips when I had matches and tournaments and never caring if I couldn’t make it because I was forced to have my own fucking life.” Mum joked that most matches were the same anyway. “And now you’re friends with Scarlett bloody Johansson and Meryl Streep and you’ve been to the stupid Oscars, and you want your sister — who can’t even get herself to swallow Nutella — to tell you what’s wrong.”

Your voice is already becoming hoarse from its volume.

“Stop it, Y/n.”

“I’m not going to burden your precious time with my own problems, Flossie. Why don’t you—”

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” Tears run straight through the perfectly done lashes, ruining the makeup that shields the paparazzi from seeing the realistic side of Flossie Rose; the darling rising star from Oxford, England.

“Why should I? Are you going to tell Harry Styles that your baby sister spoke the fucking truth to you for fucking once?!” you’re screaming it at her, because she’s made you so angry and she deserves it. She deserves it.

“What did you fucking do to yourself, Y/n?” Florence stands up, pulling the covers off you, blinded by worry and rage and a whole host of emotions that need to be worked through.

The sight of you, the way your legs, bare in the open, have neat rows of deep, healing cuts. Your arms look similar, and there’s no point in hiding that.

“Oh my god,” she says, so blankly, so quietly, that you’re a little bit scared. “You could have… You could have texted me, DMed me. Tweeted me. Why didn’t—”

“I didn’t know how.” Quora doesn’t have an answer to ‘how to tell your famous sister you really want to kill yourself in her Instagram DMs’.

“Did you at least try?”

Not really, no.

“Do you not understand that I love you?” You shake your head. She hasn’t accused you. She’s genuinely curious. “You just came back from what kind of treatment?”

“Mainly eating disorder,” you answer. You’ve calmed down now. “They’ve got me on mood stabilisers, Floss. Apparently I’m bipolar.”

“Bipolar?”

“I promise not to recreate the opening of Midsommar.” Florence feels very sick when you say that. Like she knows what you were thinking.

“It doesn’t define you,” she whispers. “You’re not going to be locked away from me, I’m not going to stop posting shitty pictures of you on my story.” Sweaty netball pictures where people flood her DMs with questions for how you got there.

“I know we’re not that close—”

“Don’t say that—”

“But I really was upset you missed my birthday.” You both say sorry in sync, by accident. “I overreacted. None of my friends had been free that day either.”

“Y/n…”

“I’ve tried to kill myself three times.” Florence and you don’t make a rushed attempt to reconcile.

Knowing you want to die is a twisted form of acceptance that has very little positive outcomes. Misery and depression, intense sadness, fear, trauma, all cease for the offending party, but not for the ones that linger on in life. Three times you’ve accepted your defeat, each time being found by someone different.

Raffie found you choking on your own vomit, abandoned by whomever you’d been using with, somehow hauling you up into an ambulance. Instead of Mum and Dad, she called Arabella, begging for help, distraught. They were terrified. A week later you were back in school, your parents only understanding that Bella had thought living with her would be good. The changing of scenery was a firm belief in your household.

Then, about a month later, you’d yet again realised your life should probably end, so you sat in the bathtub letting yourself bleed out. Toby hurried in, haste critical, and scooped you up (knowing this was intentional because who bathes in clothes?). He’d shouted for Raffie to call 999, and then Bella, but ignore Mum and Dad for they didn’t need to know again. Those three have covered you dutifully.

“Bella still cries a lot when I try to talk about it.” Whispered, it hangs over your heads, sinking in. Bella cries because she had cradled you in her arms when she’d found you the third time and it was like her timeline had split into two and she was transported back into the hospital room. Bella had held you before your mother had.

“And I’ve been in Los Angeles.”

“I can try again if you want to be included.”

- - -

You start school on Friday, returning to sixth form with Raffie. Spending frees with Raffie. Her friends are sweet.

Most of privately educated Oxford find out about ‘that one girl’s eating disorder’ through Instagram and Snapchat and TikTok; news travels fast. Flo’s Oxford fans start to post about it, sharing their experiences, hoping you’re okay. Your sister asks you what to do. You tell her you couldn’t care less.

You’re telling Raffie and her friends about the amount of team members you’ve either hooked up with or dated, enjoying the laughs and attention, letting Raffie input when she remembers a disastrous date. “I don’t know how they ended up in a shooting match,” Raffie tells the group that is slowly becoming both of yours. “You should def add them to your priv.” It’s all pictures of your dad cooking.

Dad doesn’t know how to show you he cares. Dad cooks you dinner, letting you sit and observe his clean movements and silly dancing. You’ve started to dance with him: not getting up, but making sure he knows you’re enjoying the quiet fun.

When you guys get home, Flossie is there, talking to Toby and Bella. They all greet you, Raffie too busy opening the small gift sitting on the coffee table. “I’m her twin, so it’s basically for me,” she says, undoing the ribbon.

“It’s from me,” Flo says to you, hand in yours, giving it a squeeze. A black, leather-bound notebook falls from Raffie’s hands. Flo chuckles, picking it up and handing it to you. “You can look inside a bit later,” she whispers, smirking. Inside she has written every recipe you’ve ever said you’ve liked of hers.

“Y/n, what’s dinner?” Dad’s popped his head out of the kitchen. “Come help me.”

You take the book from the coffee table, opening it to the first cream page. Written in black ink pen are the words ‘a perfect Sunday roast’. That’s what you tell them is for dinner.

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