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talesofesther · 2 years

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Out of script

Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: You and Florence worked together as good friends until a change in the script also ended up changing your relationship.

Requested by @hiiiiitsmeeee: Hey! I would love to request something with Florence Pugh, maybe a soft moment on the set of don’t worry darling ✨

A/N: Lovely idea, I think I like how this turned out. If anything feels rushed is because I don't know enough about the movie to elaborate on it <3. Implied smut by the end.

Masterlist

The morning sun was warm against your skin as you walked back to the set. On your hands, you balanced two cups -one with coffee, the other with tea- and a small paper bag with fresh donuts.

"Hey Harry, good morning." You smiled at your friend and current coworker as you passed by him exiting his trailer, he smiled back with a knowing look in his eyes.

The set was buzzing, as usual, people walking back and forth with all types of cameras and papers in hand as another day of work came to a start. Laila shot you an annoyed look and tapped a fake watch on her wrist when you walked past her, you grimaced apologetically, knowing very well you were already late for hair and makeup. You didn't walk faster only for fear of spilling your drinks.

An easy smile came to you when the trailer with the name 'Florence' taped on the door came into view. You were in the middle of trying to hold both cups in one hand when a pair of arms closed around your waist; making you yelp in surprise and almost drop everything.

Soft lips pecked the skin under your ear right after, raising goosebumps behind your neck. "Morning Y/N."

The warmth that came to your cheeks was expected. "You're gonna make me drop your tea one day and I won't go buy another, you know."

Florence laughed, and your smile was quick to join her own. She rounded your body with her hand gently resting on your waist, now standing in front of you. "Sorry love, I couldn't resist."

You adored her, part of you wanted the comments that were whispered between coworkers about you two to be true. You handed her the tea with a raised eyebrow.

"Thank you though, you're such an angel." She hummed appreciatively, sipping on her tea with closed eyes. You noted that she was already in her costume for the day, a light blue dress that suited her well, and hair half up, framing her face lovingly.

You knew who she was before the filming started, knowing her in person though, was a whole different story. She had you hooked within the first month.

"Earth to Y/N." Florence chuckled, her eyes glistened under the sunlight and her nose scrunched adorably. "There you are, Laila was asking about you, I think you should go see her."

You cursed yourself for zoning out on her. Your gaze moved to your hands, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I know. I saw her on the way here." You opened the bag of donuts you were still holding, putting one between your teeth and handing the other to Florence with a wink. She licked her lips as you turned around, you could swear her cheeks turned rosy.

______

"That was amazing guys, we'll take fifteen and then redo a couple of details." The director called out to everyone, walking behind one of the big cameras and discussing the recent shots.

You took off your coat, grabbed a bottle of water for yourself, and sat down on the hood of a vintage car. The sun was shining above the small road, making the green of the perfectly cut plants much more vivid, and giving the scenes a gorgeous natural light. Leaning back in the car, you received a warning glare from Jack. You gave him a thumbs up with a smirk. You had a knack for messing up props, unintentionally, of course.

"Tired?" Florence walked up to you, her hand on her forehead to block the sun. She sat beside you on the hood, hands playing with the fabric of her dress. You could see Jack rolling his eyes in the background.

"A little, yeah. The sun wears you down much quicker." You straightened up to be eye level with her, squinting your eyes to make out her face. Despite the warm sun, there was a gentle breeze flowing. To some, this was considered the perfect weather.

There was chatting around you, something about a last-minute change of script that could add a little more spice to the movie. The director seemed excited about the idea. The conversation was tuned out for you though, your focus was completely on the woman in front of you. The sun made her hair shine in golden tones, and her eyes turn a bright shade of green to rival the color of the plants. She pursed her lips in a timid smile under your gaze, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

You didn't register Florence raising her hand, only felt her touch lightly grazing your cheek as she fixed your hair. Her fingers lingered on your jaw, she gave you a cheeky grin. "The wind messed it up a bit."

The words were almost stuck in your throat, you chuckled nervously. "Thank you."

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A week later you discovered that the last-minute change in the script involved you.

You panicked when they said you and Florence would be sharing a kiss. Making things more interesting, the director said.

You were pacing back and forth inside the set, this time, in what was supposed to be a house. Nerves were coursing through your body, you bit on your nails to keep yourself busy. You could be professional, it's not like you hadn't shared a kiss with a fellow actor before.

There was an involuntary fleeting feeling of peace when Florence walked in, you exhaled softly, giving her a small smile. She came to you and held out her hand for you to take. By the look in her eyes, you could never tell she was nervous, but her fingers felt a little unsteady on your hold.

The first half of the scene went as smooth as it always did when you and Florence worked together, the chemistry was undeniable. You wondered if that had anything to do with the change of plans.

When the time of the kiss came, you could feel your heart thudding loudly in your chest. Maybe Florence did too.

She walked up to you and said her line perfectly, her hands came to either side of your face and there was a tenderness there that wasn't scripted. You held your breath, trying hard to focus on relaxing your body.

A beat passed and her lips touched yours, her movements were unsure and timid. Your hands hovered around her waist, your mind was still trying to catch up with the fact that you were kissing her. She was soft against you, with a comforting warmth you could get used to. Before you could lose yourself in her, the director yelled "cut."

She wanted more passion. This was a heartfelt kiss, not two teenagers making out for the first time.

Before the scene restarted, Florence ran her hands along your arms gently, stopping at your hands and holding onto them. "It's okay, just focus on me." Her words came out quietly only for you, her cheeks were a couple of shades darker and you were entranced by her tiny smile.

You gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "Okay."

After Florence said her line for the second time, she held your cheeks more firmly. She brushed her nose against yours before closing the gap between you. Her lips moved purposefully with yours, her body flush to you.

This time you didn't hesitate in holding her waist, running your hands over her back, and molding your bodies into an embrace.

When the director called to end the scene again, Florence separated her lips from yours without hurry. She brushed your cheek with her thumb as she caught her breath, you thought you saw her eyes glancing down at the same lips she just kissed. She remained close to you for a few seconds, her nose almost touching yours. You made no movement to untangle yourself from her either.

You saw when she seemed to catch up with reality. The scene was over and friends don't hold each other like that. She pulled away from you without meeting your eyes, mumbling a "sorry" you barely heard.

You only found her again when the sky was already dark, a half-moon shining bright. You had just finished your other scenes and were walking back to your trailer after a rather tiresome day.

The butterflies on your stomach were instant when you caught sight of her. The feeling of her lips still lingered. Even if you were all types of nervous around her now, you took in a deep breath and called out to her. "Hey Flo."

Her head snapped to you, she shifted on her feet as you walked closer. But her smile was still as warm as ever. If you weren't in love before, you sure are now.

"Wanna order some fast food with me?" You motioned with your hand towards your trailer.

She bit on her lip, raising her head proudly. "I'll give you one better; I brought some home-cooked meal that we can share."

You chuckled. "Of course you did."

"It's delicious." She said in a singing voice to convince you.

"I can't say no to your cooking."

She led you back to her trailer with a small smile and her fingers loosely holding onto your own.

The meal was indeed amazing and ten times better than any fast food, it was accompanied by wine, Flo insisted on it.

Now, you were sitting on Florence's bed, with your empty plates in the sink and your glasses full of wine in your hands. A random movie played in the background as you two talked, even after the kiss, being around her was still easy. Her presence always brought you peace.

Florence was different though, she blushed whenever you touched her, looking down with a sheepish smile you found adorable.

She had already downed a few glasses of wine when she finally set the empty glass on the bedside table. She turned to you, both now practically laying down on the bed. Her body was warm as she moved closer.

You placed your half-full glass down as well, turning around to look at her. You gulped, Florence was hovering above you, much closer than she was a second ago. "I- I think I should go." You felt a shiver running down your back, your hands gripping the sheets.

Her hand snaked around your waist, her breath fanned over your lips. The way her nose touched yours was starting to feel familiar. "I don't think you should." The last of her words were said as her lips were already brushing yours. She kissed you again, this time with no cameras around you, no script to follow. This was her, and she was kissing you as if she'd been wanting to for a long time.

A sharp breath of surprise came through your nose when you felt her. With the liquor clouding any better judgment you'd have, your hands came around her body instantly, pulling her even closer. Her lips felt sweeter than the taste of wine on them.

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You woke up the next morning feeling a steady, gentle pressure around your stomach. The low sound of the TV in the background was now playing the news channel of the morning. The pressure on your stomach squeezed you, and you realized with a start that it was an arm, and it belonged to a certain blonde who was snuggled comfortably almost on top of you.

Moving your fingers, you noticed that your own hand was resting around her lower back as you felt her skin. Your breathing quickened in a panic. You lifted the covers and saw that you were wearing nothing but your underwear and a loose shirt that didn't belong to you. Florence wasn't much different, except, she lacked a shirt.

You blushed furiously as you lowered the covers in a quick movement. "Shit, shit, shit." You mumbled under your breath. The fear of having overstepped boundaries whilst partially drunk gripped your chest tightly.

There was no sound coming from outside other than the birds singing. It was still very early, maybe you could sneak out. You tried to untangle your limbs from hers gently so as to not wake her up. But soon, green eyes opened and stared up at you with a tender gaze you knew you'd dream about seeing every morning now.

"Morning." Florence's sleepy voice was thick with her accent, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with one hand.

You chuckled; the sound came out more like a nervous squeak. "Morning." You mumbled back, now making quick work of moving away from her and getting up from the bed.

Florence dropped down on the bed with a soft thud as you removed your arm from under her. A small, confused frown settled on her eyebrows. "It's still early, you can stay." Her words took on an overly shy tone halfway through, her eyes glazing with a tint of sadness when she saw you hurriedly looking for your clothes.

"I really don't think I should." You said back, putting on your pants and fumbling with the button with shaky fingers. You bit the inside of your cheek, your back was turned to her but you heard as she moved. You huffed out a nervous breath. "I'm really sorry about last night. I hope this doesn't… Mess things up."

You heard Florence sniff, by the sound of the pads of her feet touching the floor you knew she was making her way to you. She rounded you, stopping much closer than she would have a day ago. She had wrapped the covers around herself, her hair was still messy from just waking up, making a bittersweet smile come to you.

"Are you?" Her voice was tight, you never heard her sound like that. Her green eyes were glistening brighter than ever with the soft sunlight coming from the window just beside you. If you looked closer, you'd see the start of tears in them. "Are you sorry about last night?" She whispered in the air, looking at you expectantly as her fingers turned white from gripping the covers.

You gulped, your mouth hovering open before the words got free from the lump in your throat. "No." If the morning wasn't so overly quiet today, she probably wouldn't have heard you.

A sigh of relief left Florence's lips, she gave you a small smile with tears clinging to her eyelashes; before burying her head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer when your arms engulfed her. "Neither am I."

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iamtrebleclefstories · 3 years

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I Believe in Second Chances - Part 4

Alex dies while on his way to stop Jo from reading the letter he sent. Somehow, he gets a second chance

If you haven’t read part 3 yet, you can find it here

—Part 4—

He woke up in an on-call room of all places. A part of him thought that the most recent occurrences had to have been a dream, but when he looked around and saw that he was wearing navy blue scrubs and recognized the all too familiar mattresses, he knew that it was most definitely real. Confused, Alex rubbed a hand over his face and groaned at the dull headache and extreme feelings of soreness all over his body that appeared almost immediately after he woke up.

He figured it must have been a result of his injuries from the crash… the crash that had effectively killed Izzie. Izzie. Wherever he was--better yet, whenever he was, somewhere out there Izzie Stevens had just died. He made a mental note to find out about that, to see how much had changed and if his kids made it to this alternate timeline or not.

As he got up, Alex noticed something quite significant. His wedding band was absent from his finger. Okay, that was a clue. So he wasn’t married, yet. He and Jo hadn’t gotten married yet. With about two and half years of marriage under their belt, that gave Alex some more clear parameters as to where in the timeline he’d been deposited.

As he was stretching his stiff frame, he looked down and felt a buzzing in his pocket. He reached in to find his old white pager going off, calling him to respond to a trauma in the pit. This wasn’t right. Alex hadn’t used a real pager in years. They’d stopped using the white pagers sometime after he got fired by Lebackes. The last time he’d used one, Cristina was still here.

Alex scrunched his face in confusion, trying to figure out when the hell he’d woken up. That would have to wait until later, though. The persistent buzzing of his pager was calling him to go attend to a peds trauma. Sighing, Alex straightened his clothes and ran out into the hallway. Halfway through his sprint towards the ER, Alex noticed something. The hospital logo was different. He hadn’t seen that logo in close to a decade.

Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital

Crap. He’d woken up a lot earlier than he thought. If he was right, it had to be 2012. That meant that Eli and Alexis didn’t exist and would never exist in this new timeline. And if it was 2012, that definitely meant that he and Jo were not together yet. They didn’t even really become friends until after Bailey’s Christmas themed wedding that same year.

As he finally made it down to the pit, he had to stop the look of surprise on his face when he saw Callie and Shane Ross running out to the ambulance bay. Alex reached out for one of the trauma gowns when he bumped into someone.

Not paying attention to anything but the onslaught of thoughts running through his mind he sighed, “You mind?”

“Sorry.”

He felt paralyzed. The sound of her voice made his heart speed up a little. He knew now, exactly what day it was. How could he really forget? This may have been the most important day of his entire life. Because if it weren’t for this day, he wouldn’t have been the man he is today.

Alex kept walking to the ambulance bay, noticing that she was trailing him. He thought back to the day and tried to keep what he said as close to what he’d originally told her, “Why are you following me?”

“I’m your intern for the day.”

“Hello intern. You have a name?”

“Jo Wilson.”

“Nice. I like chicks with boys' names,” Alex glanced at her and felt all the breath escape his lungs. Again. Sure, the feelings of love and coming home weren’t as intense the first time he saw, but even in his previous life, Alex knew Jo was different. She wasn’t just pretty.She wasn’t just beautiful. She was all those things and more—a fact he’d been convinced of from the moment she opened her eyes.

“Karev.” Callie interjected, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Smirking lightly at the comments he knew we’re coming, Alex looked up at Callie, “What? I do. It’s hot.”

Callie rolled her eyes, “Stop sleeping with your coworkers. It ruins them.”

“I slept with you,” Alex quipped.

“And now I longer sleep with men,” Callie raised her hands and widened her eyes in mock surprise.

Alex chuckled lightly. He turned his attention back to Jo—who looked amused by the entire scene. It felt surreal being here, reliving the life he’d already lived once. The only bright side to it all was that he could redo it, he could fix it so that he and Jo become friends quicker, so that Jo never dated Chest Peckwell, so he could get her to confide in him about her past and Paul, so that they’d never break up, he’d never almost go to jail, so he’d get the chance to marry Jo all over again and stay true to his vows.

He thought about this and all the ways he could change his life with Jo for the better. All the ways he could clean up the messes he’d created before they happened. He figured the first thing he could do was change the way he treated her from the beginning. That wouldn’t be very difficult, considering he practically worshipped the ground she walked on.

Alex knew the first thing he’d change as soon as he’d heard Jo’s excitement over the young patient’s foot that they were about to salvage. As they loaded onto the elevator, Alex turned to Jo and graced her with what he knew to be one of her favorite crooked smiles, “You coming?”

Alex heard as Jo’s breath hitched in the back of her throat. He did his best to keep the smug grin off her face, but he was glad that even though she didn’t know him, he could still have this effect on her. Jo had told him once that if it weren’t for his douche-bag attitude, she probably would’ve fallen for him a lot sooner. Even before they were truly friends, Jo had been attracted to him. It wasn’t until later, though, when he started to win her over with his charms and genuine care that she allowed herself to fall for him.

Jo’s eyebrows shot up and a bright grin spread along her face, “Yes! Thank you.”

So unlike the first time around, Jo scrubbed in on this surgery. He took this opportunity to test the waters and show her that he was different from the persona people had labeled him with. He taught and allowed Jo to assist, and he did his best to bring up things he knew about her to make conversation. About halfway through however, one of the nurses answered a page he received, “Dr. Karev, one of your post-op patients needs a drain removed.”

Alex looked over at Jo with apologetic eyes, “Can you go take care of that for me and round on my pre and post ops? You can scrub back in when you’re done. We’re going to be here for a couple more hours.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jo nodded and stepped away from the patient, walking out of the OR.

It was quiet for a few minutes before Callie spoke, “What the hell is going on with you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re being all nice and charming and interested and weird. It’s starting to freak me out,” Callie replied. “I felt like I was third wheeling on the world’s weirdest first date.”

“Whatever,” Alex rolled his eyes and continued to work. Honestly, it was nice to work with Callie again. For him, it had been years since they’d even been in the same room. He almost forgot how observant she was. “I can’t be nice?”

“You, nice? Ha,” Callie chuckled. “Alex Karev, I have never known you to be nice to anyone but your patients. The last time you were nice to a woman, you married her.”

Alex looked down and did his best to keep his focus on the patient. What Callie was saying was true. Up until that point, he hadn’t been the nicest person on the planet. Still wasn’t, but if it weren’t for Jo, he’d probably still be Evil Spawn. He bit back a laugh as he thought about the whiplash he’d be giving his friends when they saw the change in his behavior.

“You like her,” Callie gasped suddenly. “You like her, like her. And not just for sex like her. I thought I was going crazy when I first felt the vibes, but no. This is a ‘love at first sight, I feel like I’ve known you all my life’ connection.”

“Dude, shut up. Keep your voice down,” Alex shushed as he looked around the room at the nosy nurses and OR staff. He saw Shane’s face twitch in amusement. “Is it so crazy that I might be interested in a woman?”

“No, it’s not,” Shane replied.

“Thank you,” Alex turned back to his work. “Suction.”

“You being interested in a woman is not crazy,” Callie continued the repair she was doing. “What’s crazy is that you are legitimately interested in this woman, who you don’t even know, who you haven’t slept with, and just so happens to be in the same class as all of those interns you screwed over the past few months.”

Damn it. He’d forgotten about that. Before he and Jo had even met, he’d already screwed all of her friends. That’s why she thought he was an ass at first, and that’s why it was going to take him a whole lot longer to win over her trust than he anticipated.

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m an ass who sleeps around and doesn’t call back. I know that’s what you’re used to, but i don’t know… this feels different. So, you guys are gonna keep your mouths shut and let me figure out what the hell is going on in my brain. Not a word of this to anyone, okay?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” Callie conceded and Shane nodded in compliance and kept silent as he continued to assist.

By the time Jo returned to the OR, the conversation had been tabled for another time. Instead, any time Alex and Jo would converse, Callie would send him a look from across the table, occasionally wiggling her eyebrows.

When they finally finished, Alex waited behind for Jo to scrub out. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to kiss her and say he loved her, but at this point, that would only freak her out. So instead, Alex decided to go the easy route and compliment her surgical skills.

“You did great in there, Wilson. You’ve got the potential to become a wonderful surgeon,” Alex complimented.

Jo paused her scrubbing to look at him strangely, “Thanks…”

“Since you’re on my service all week, I was thinking you could scrub in with me on my surgeries,” Alex offered.

“I’d like that,” Jo smiled shyly. She shut off the water and dried her hands. “You know, you’re not as bad as everyone says you are.”

“Thanks?” Alex laughed.

He looked into Jo’s eyes only to find a glint of what he hoped would develop into love swimming beneath the surface. God, he could stare into those golden eyes forever. It may have been one of his favorite things about her. So often, they’d been able to just look at each other and know what was going through the other’s head. They could have a conversation without any words.

This felt right. Eyes locked, no one daring to break the stare. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, despite the fact that in Jo’s mind, they had just met. No… this was right. This was home. This was exactly where he’d always belonged. Now that he had his second chance, he sure as hell wasn’t going to mess it up.

Clearing his throat, Alex decided to do the thing he hadn’t been bold enough to do the first time around, “Do you want to go get a drink with me later? You know, to celebrate that a girl didn’t lose her leg?”

“Sure,” Jo answered, sounding breathless.

“Okay,” Alex’s mouth curved up into a soft grin. “I’m going to go check on my patients, but I’ll see you in a bit. For now, keep an eye on our sailor here and page me if anything changes.”

“Will do.”

With one last longing look, Alex walked out of the scrub room onto the OR floor. He made his way to an empty on-call room and sat down on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and the emptiness before deciding to speak, “Look, I don’t know if you can hear me, but wherever you are, Iz… thank you. I get a chance to make it alright and that’s because of you. And I’m forever in your debt.”

He didn't hear a response, but that wasn’t entirely surprising to him. He just wished there was some way to know that Izzie knew how grateful he was. Just as he was about to stand up from the bed, Alex felt the faintest sensation of a hand on his shoulder. Even though he couldn’t see anyone, Alex knew that she had heard.

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