HIII! This request goes for any of the dateables, your choice! but can I have some romantic hcs of the dateables having an MC who takes care of their younger sibling? (Little bonus if the MC younger sibling sees them as a parental figure) :D
Reader w/ a Sibling!
Featuring: Beverly, Celia and Florence, Dasha, Dunk, Skylar, Tyrell.
FUUUCK I'm a sucker for this trope!! No specific gender for reader and sibling. Sibling cannot see the objects, this is mostly just how they feel about them in gen
Pretty short of each character. Simple and sweet.
You might think that Beverly wouldn't like kids due to her running a bar, but that is far from the truth! She absolutely adores kids, and your younger sibling is not an outlier to this statement.
While she isn't able to make alcoholic drinks, she's always down to make a delicious mocktail. Quietly whispering to you which ingredients to use so it turns out perfect for them.
Seeing your younger sibling compliment how pretty her bar is (the different glass containers sparkle in the light), or how yummy the mocktail she helped you make always brightens her day.
Holds nothing but respect for you, taking care of a kid is hard if she's read anything about it. It's admirable to her how much effort you put into making sure your sibling is happy, even if it means hard work for you.
If she could actually meet your siblings, she would absolutely show them how to do cool tricks with shakers and have them try all the mocktails she knows how to make
The two seem pretty neutral on your younger sibling at first, but as time progresses it's easy to tell they love them.
When you apologize to Florence for your sibling running and stomping on her so much she just brushes it aside, saying it's fine and if anything it feels like a little massage.
Celia is a little hard to read, but through slip ups during conversations you get the hint that she thinks your sibling is a little darling.
Both of them think they're adorable, and ask you about their life outside of the house/before they came to live with you. Always they ask about how their day at school was, or how your day out with them were, asking if there's anything they could do to help you.
They love seeing you spend time with your younger sibling, even if it's just cuddling up on the couch and watching TV. That sibling bond isn't something they've ever had, and it's so adorable to them.
If they were ever able to meet your sibling, Florence would be all over them, picking them up and carrying them around sometimes. Celia would be a little less hands on, but would absolutely hold the kids hand if they asked nicely.
Neither of them would mind if the kid were to barge into the office, much like they don't mind when you do.
Dasha absolutely adores the little bugger! She thinks they are so cute, and tells you as much when she sees you!
Watches as they sit with you as you work and praises them for being so well behaved, even though they can't hear her.
When she finds out you'll be the only one watching over them, she worries for your health a little. You already take care of all the objects, are you sure a human child would be okay? But her fears are quickly put to rest after seeing how well you treat them. And how happy they make you.
She doesn't have any siblings, so she can't relate, but every time it's just your sibling in the office she can't help but worry and watch over them to make sure nothing happens. When you come back you can see her hovering just behind the kid and panicking as they play with scissors.
If she ever met your sibling, it would be a giggle fest. Her picking them up and probably never letting them go, swinging them around gently and pretending to lift them light a weight. Their happy giggles make her smile brightly.
It's no surprise to anyone that Dunk absolutely loves your younger sibling! When he found out they'd be coming to live with you he was already ecstatic for a new buddy to be around the house, even if he can't talk to them.
But the enthusiasm they showed over all the sports equipment you had? Over him? Oh he was practically jumping up and down.
He's absolutely convincing you to go out to the backyard and play ball with them, any ball! Just go and have fun with them! Let him join in on all that loving family memories.
When he watches at you and your sibling play catch, he can't help but think back to his childhood, and the way how he never got to smile like that with any of his family. It makes him really happy.
If he were to ever meet your sibling, he would spend the entire time playing games with them. Any game they want! Ball? Catch? Tag? He's down! Even silly ones like pretending to be superheroes he'd be happy to participate in, just to see them smile brightly- and in turn you smile as well.
Skylar is a little sceptical about the whole thing. I mean, what if they accidentally break an object or hurt themselves on an object? What if they get their hands on her?!
Turns out she's got nothing to worry about, as it's quick for everyone to learn how well behaved a kid they are. And suddenly all you hear from her is how cute your sibling is!
She's one of the few objects that sees your sibling the most, seeing as you almost always have her with you- on or off doesn't matter- which means she gets to see a lot of your interactions.
The bravery she sees you have with them is something that assured her you're a good person, watching you make little sacrifices a lot of people wouldn't even notice for their sake. When she tries bringing it up to you, you simply turn down her efforts and tell her you'd do it a million times over for them.
If she ever does meet your sibling, she's definitely doing something chill with them. Really she isn't good with kids, and probably won't ever be, but some good old chillaxin is something she can do! Sitting on the couch and watching TV or even just watching them and you play games would be something she would be happy to do.
It's a well known fact that he's had bad experiences with kids, watching his friends be ruined due to them (as well as neglect), but he trusts you to not let him suffer the same fate.
And it's trust well placed. While the kid is a bit messy, you're always on top to explain to them how to prevent said messes and how to clean everything up after- including how to properly wash any towels used for clean up.
He's never been put through the wash so many times in a month before, not that he minds the extra time in the laundry room. And it makes him feel a little fulfilled, being able to help you out so much.
When the kid first encounters his little buddy, he's a bit worried they'll accidentally mess him up, but that isn't the case at all. They handle little buddy with care, running to show you the cute towel in the shape of an animal. He's starting to like this kid.
If he ever meets the kid he's absolutely showing them how to shape towels into any animal they want! An elephant? A bunny? A turtle? You name it and he knows how to shape them! Watching them run off to show you the funky looking towel animal they made really sets his heart ablaze, how adorable.
Betty would be so heartbreaking because her whole story is about the yearning she does for you. Then she finally has you and afterwards the letter she would get? OUgh
And of course Skylar the one who made this all possible. You think she would feel guilt at the fact that she's the reason that not only had realized all people, but also was the reason why you met them in the first place?
Reggie did hate you, but you had been clever and somehow had gotten under his skin and now this letter? He hates you, actually hates you now. The pain, the angst AA
Celia and Florence having done so much to keep the household up, not finally free from that burden and yet the one who mattered so much slipping through their fingers and now wishing distance from them. I'm biting on the bars of my enclosure
@gears-twisting-and-turning
a/n ✒︎ YALL ARE FEEDING MY BRAIN WORMS SO WELL; just a heads up tho I haven’t played through MANY routes so if information is incorrect IM SORREYY
listen to she got away from chappell roan btw bc this song literally embodies this au so LOL
God just imagine the heartbreak Betty would experience :(( and it’s not like she didn’t communicate with you after the realization. In fact, she would constantly invite you over to her studio, and you’d show up with the cutest grin adorning your face. Betty then would insist you just need to stay nearby as she directs her actors. However, you would always manage to find work to do. Betty always appreciated it, rewarding you with many kisses. Her little lover and helper.
When Betty receives the your letter, she officially canceled multiple filming days for the first time ever. When did you start feeling this way? How didn’t she notice? You’re her lover for fucks sake, and yet she missed all the signs. Did she make you feel this way…?
If that’s the case, Betty’s glad you got away. She hopes you’ll be able to heal and recover from such a terrible mindset. And if it means she’ll never see you again?
Then so be it.
(So, no need to worry about her. She’ll deal with her guilt, loneliness, and the empty spot next to her alone. It’s nothing compared to the emotions she put you through. Betty would rather have her heart ripped out slowly just to see you smile once again.)
Skylar was the last one to be realized. The forgotten one. The tutorial character destined to be thrown aside for more conventional, more interesting leads. Yet you came back for her, ready to prove your truth no matter how long it would take: that you love her. It was only fair she did the same.
But after receiving your letter— reading it from top to bottom, multiple times until the sun began to set— tears streaming down her cheeks. Skylar’s whole existence is to give love… something you already did unconditionally. Yet, she left you all alone. She naively thought realizing everyone at your own pace would help with the heartache.
Skylar should’ve known the human heart will bleed in secrecy, no matter how much it’s hurting— than bother their loved ones.
(Had you always considered yourself as a ‘bother’? Despite her muddled mind, she continued to bring objects to life because it’s what she was made to do. Each time Skylar finalizes the process and sends them to explore the real word, the objects don’t mention her quivering hands.
If you ever come back with the little hope lingering in her chest, she’ll apologize. Then, if you never want to see her again, Skylar will do just that and disappear.
Because she wouldn’t forgive herself either.)
Okok so Reggie can react in two different ways about your letter. For the lighthearted readers, he 100% approves of what you’re doing. Is it also partially his fault and actively trying to crash out? Maybe. He honestly doesn’t knew whether to be proud or scornful, considering the fact he won’t be able to contact/see you either.
The second way is more angsty. Reggie would think it’s an hilarious prank you were pulling. The classic she-got-away move. He may not be the embodiment of hate anymore, but the emotion is engrained into his soul. It’s his livelihood. When he finally realizes you’re not coming back, he crashes out for real this time.
You were clever. Clever enough to get under his skin, ragebait him into state Reggie has never been in, and secured his love within ten minutes. Then you unbashfully showered him with your ‘hate’ everyday You participated in his groupie when he first made it. Every time Reggie’s eyes shined at the chaos, a mischievously grin displayed on his lips— you only gazed at the man tenderly. You would even brush a lock away from blocking his face.
(“Such a shame to cover your face, yeah? Let the world embrace who’s behind these misdeeds.”
Reggie practically preened at your words, that day, wordlessly leaning into your hand as he giggles. His one and only hater. He doesn’t acknowledge his heart fluttering at the way you would look at him.)
Yet, you decide to leave him behind anyways? Reggie’s hate organization began to wreak havoc even worse than before.
He grits his teeth as he launches a paper ball to signal the start of the groups usual crimes. Reggie feels stupid, and he briefly wonders if this is how Dorian felt like when he rejected him. Fine. If that’s how you want to play, then so be it. Your letter is in tatters— now being used as trashballs to throw at their suspecting victims.
(After all, the worst form of hate is to forget. So Reggie will do just that.)
Celia and Florence? They felt like they failed themselves, the other dateables, and most importantly— you.
Consistently managing and keeping order inside the house certainly causes headaches. However, you changed that. You freed them from their old burdens. Not only that, you taught them about society in general: how to act, what taxes are, medicine need when sick. When Florence felt overwhelmed at the information, you encouraged her. When Celia grew frustrated about her workload, you helped her relax. Then you would bid them farewell at the end of the day, departing with a kiss on their cheek.
Now you’re gone. No messages, no calls. Just a printed out letter mailed to their workplace. Florence wanted to immediately head to your place to apologize— to talk this out, but Celia stopped her, knowing you were long gone. They can only hope for your happiness. For your safety. Even when their stomach twists in desperation, unknowing if you even wanted them to care anymore.
(You had always teased them about their protection. Celia always made sure they received a text from you when arriving home. Under her usual classy demeanor, you knew it was a way to show her affection. You and Florence laugh about it everyday. After all, ensuring you’re safe proves the devotion they share.
With you gone, your text chat remains uncomfortably silent. Sometimes, Florence catches Celia just staring at her phone, almost hoping for something. A usual occurrence since you went MIA. Florence would then wrap her arms around her lover, no words being spoken.
On days where their phone does ding, they want to believe it’s you, texting that you’re back home safe and sound.
As someone with both ADHD and chronic pain (a limp), I struggle sometimes with getting things done around the house and it makes me wonder how certain dateables would react. Like dishes piling up, laundry sitting in the machine or dryer for a few days, vaccuming and sweeping not being finished, missing trash day. I feel so bad when that stuff happens alrady.
hello, anon - this really resonated with me, as i’ve got adhd and chronic pain myself and have trouble with even minor household tasks fairly often.
i wrote several characters with short drabbles into this, thinking about things they might do to help you, consciously or subconsciously. i hope that you like this, and know that any day where you simply do what you can — even if that means just existing — is one that you should be proud of yourself for!
doing your best is all you can do
pairings: daisuke x reader, henry hoove x reader, cam x reader, washford and drysdale x reader, florence and celia x reader (reader is gender neutral for all)
content warnings: light angst. written with reader having adhd and a limp in mind, but can also be interpreted with other kinds of chronic pain
word count: 2.2k
Many things are tiring for you, these days.
It’s a combination of remembering where and when things are, asking yourself when this all started, and knowing that it won’t end, all the while knowing that you have to try as hard as you can to get things done. And often, it’s exhausting just keeping things going when you’re not able to move around, or even when you simply forget to do them in the first place, or when you know you have to do them but you simply can’t — because your body and mind won’t let you.
The pain, whether it’s physical, mental, and often when it’s both, can be exhausting. And you’ve made peace with it, mostly. When you’ve got no other choice, all you can do is let life come to you one day at a time.
So you forget to clean the dishes for days in a row. You leave the laundry sitting in the dryer for longer than acceptable, if you even put it in the machines at all. You let the vacuum in itself gather dust in your closet. You don’t take out the trash until it’s overflowing, until you have to force it back into the bin. And it’s a struggle, and you’re not proud of it, but you’re okay knowing you’re the only one hurt by it.
It makes it all the worse, though, when you’re delivered the package by drone to your doorstep.
When you first put on the Dateviators, in a word, you feel ashamed. Knowing that any misstep of yours actually has an impact on beings around the house, and that they see you all the while, hurts you in a way you can’t express. And even if you put the glasses away for good, you know you wouldn’t be able to forget a hurt or disappointed look on their faces.
The objects of the house see it all too well, and they have formed their own opinions as to the subject. But that doesn’t make them blind to your struggles, and that did not stop you from bringing light into their lives; each of them — in their own way — help however they can.
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daisuke
Prideful, this man is, and someone who you knew at first sight was greatly pained whenever you would let food crust over on the dishes, unable to do anything about it — why would you disrespect him like this?
But, just as you eventually help him see the value in taking breaks for himself and pursue his hobbies instead of just focusing on work, so too does he notice your struggles; how you try your hardest when you’re able, and how quickly your energy seems to wane on days when you don’t have enough strength for it. How you seem to, in fact, avoid food entirely sometimes in your forgetting and in your shame.
‘Would you like to join me in washing the dishes?’ he asks you quietly one day, noticing the far-off look in your expression.
You startle guiltily, not being able to look him in the eyes. ‘You don’t have to help me out, Daisuke. I was meaning to do it today anyway. I’m sorry for leaving you alone like that.’
‘It is no trouble, truly.’ He pulls out two chairs, positioning them near the sink, and bids you to sit down, offering you a towel with one hand. With the other, he picks up a plate, and delicately begins to clean them, gently soaping the ceramic and running the sponge over it to clear the scraps of food you’d left behind. When he is finished, he hands it to you — not as a command, but as an invitation for you to join in.
The two of you make slow, steady progress, stopping every so often to take breaks; you are both aware of how crucial rest is, and it helps you manage your energy and pain better as you make your way through the pile, one by one washing, drying, and even managing to set each dish back into the cabinets.
You know that, subconsciously, you are doing it on your own and do not have someone with you, but when the charge runs out and you lift the glasses, the dishes are nonetheless clean and sparkling.
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washford and drysdale
You worried that by letting your clothes rest in the hamper for too long, or letting them sit in the dryer, you were only feeding into the negative aspects of the two biggest relationships to be found in the laundry room; you recall with remorse times in which you forgot to collect your laundry from the machines, driving further wedges into Harper’s jealous tendencies and Washford’s brooding solitude.
But while Harper and Dirk’s relationship seems to have sprung several leaks that you don’t think you’ll ever manage to fix, you managing to get Washford and Drysdale back together has meant the world to them, and they would want to repay it in kind, especially when you are experiencing difficulties of your own.
To avoid another reprise of the Pale Betrayal, they decide to put on a show so tantalizing that you simply must watch it play out, motivating you to come back any time you need even a scrap of fabric, and giving you a tangible sign of progress past watching it disappear into the machines alone.
And if they wait for a long time in between showings, they do not mind - now that they have each other, they can perform the greatest acts anyone has ever seen, just for you.
You’re cheering from the front row, mesmerized, as the two acrobats tumble around each other, flipping and folding and wringing clothing in mid-air; Washford is suspended upside-down from a harness, holding a free-swinging Drysdale by the hands. It’s all terribly alluring, and the flying colors make it all the more worth it to have managed the trip to the laundry room today, especially when you can appreciate such a marvelous view while doing so.
Washford suddenly flings Drysdale up into the air before leaping off himself, the two of them landing on the ground as gracefully as cats, and they catch all the clothing in their arms. The crowd, you included, gasp appreciatively.
They continue like this for a while, At some point Drysdale is juggling mismatched socks, tossing them down to an equally juggling Washford, and still finds time to extend a hand out to the cheering audience — but pointing it in one very specific direction.
‘Are you watching, cherub? This one’s for you!’
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henry hoove
Hoove is no stranger to sweeping things underneath the rug, and he knows that you’ve done plenty of it recently since his bag hasn’t been empty in ages, and he’s covered in the very same stuff he vacuums up. He’s not going to complain all that much — you’re not the only person who he tries to keep his feelings from — but he notices all the same.
That doesn’t mean he hasn’t picked up a few tips on how to manage, though. He’ll suggest that you work methodically on a few sections of a room together, or set a time limit for you to give it all you’ve got. And if that’s not enough, there’s always stuff in his bag to take out.
Whenever you need to take a break, he’ll be there for you, too — whether that’s through getting a drink, seeing a game, or just chatting.
You’re ten minutes late, stumbling into the laundry room and panting hard — there’s an indisputable look of self-reproach in your eyes, one that’s only tempered by the pain you’re clearly in.
‘Hah — so sorry, I’m late, Hoove. I don’t think I’m up for vacuuming today. At least not the whole of the ground floor.’
‘Hey, no worries! At least the hardest part is over - you showed up, didn’t you? Maybe we can go over some stuff together, one room at a time. We can go as hard as we can for half an hour, too.’
And his smile is so easy, so accepting, that you agree to give it a shot, and you spend the next half hour having much more fun vacuuming up dust than you thought you would today.
You only manage to do half of the ground floor, but half is better than nothing. And you beat him in a Hankees trivia contest while you’re at it.
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florence and celia
Florence and Celia are two of the most important surfaces of your house that need cleaning in every nook and cranny -- but because they’re such large areas to work on at once, you’re often overwhelmed just looking at them, much less cleaning them.
Florence has never been mad at you for this. Rather, she’s worried for your wellbeing. All the tasks to do around the house and you still find time to sweep a silly fuddy-duddy like her? She appreciates everything you do, and her heart hurts when you’re limited from doing anything you love, not just cleaning.
Celia, by contrast, is irritated at first. as mayor of the household, she needs to keep a tight ship, and it’s hard to when you as the houseowner outrank her and spread unintentional chaos. But, like Florence, she can see how hard you do work and the lengths you go at to make it up to her and the dateables. it’s hard work being a human, and you’re doing so much already just being you.
The two of them decide the best way they can help is by telling other objects to make it as easy for you to do the housework as they can. This means minimal staining, minimal spilling, anything and everything to make it less of a chore for you.
And, as co-mayors, they can deal with enough between them to give you all the space you need to recuperate.
‘Oh, dear, are you alright?’ Florence asks, crouching down and taking your hand in hers.
You nod stiffly, tears pricking at your eyes. ‘It’s just — I’m just having a worse day today than usual, I think. I’m not going to be able to help as much today as I said I would. I’m sorry, I —‘
‘Shh.’ Now Celia’s there, too, kneeling gracefully, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. ‘Sit, and have some tea. I’ll handle things from here.’
She rises and walks out of the office to address the din; the noise of the objects outside swallows the sound of her footsteps, and you sniffle. Florence gives you a hug, her carpet cardigan brushing against your skin - it’s soft, but dusty, and you’re overcome with guilt again just feeling it.
‘Don’t you worry, okay? Why don’t I give you some extra milk and sugar?’
You rub your hand over your eyes, smiling at her gratefully. ‘I’d like that. I’m so sorry I’m not able to do more right now, Florence.’
‘Don’t be.’ She looks at you, face soft, kind and warm and forgiving all at once. ‘You tried! You tried today. And there’s always time tomorrow for you to give it another go.’
You sit on the couch together, and sip at your tea as it warms you from the inside, and you feel better for a short while, at least.
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cam
Cam, ever the collector, is elated at you having so much to give him, and so little to take out. It really makes for a nice hill to be king of.
But he can also see how you’re more hesitant, more apprehensive each time you come to the garbage can now, not even looking at him when you toss something his way, and that bothers him. Not because you’re not talking to him. Obviously. It’s just obvious that you’re feeling like — well, feeling like garbage.
He may not say the right thing at all times; maybe a phrase can be a little harsh, a little cutting, but you know he can be honest with you when you need to hear it. He won’t make excuses for you, but you know he’s always got your back — and a compliment from him, since it's hard-won, means the world.
‘Hey. You need to take me out.’
You flinch, scoffing once you meet his eyes again. ‘Is that some sort of flirty hint? Never pegged you as the type.’
‘No, fizz brain. I mean put me out on the curb. The “real trash bin me”.' He doesn’t shy away from telling you these things, but in moments like this he softens the blow, his voice losing its edge. ‘If you don’t take it somewhere else, how else are you going to give me more cool shit? Can’t talk to me if I can’t hear you.’
It seems to strike a chord with you, and your shoulders slump. ‘I know. I’ve just been really distracted by everything lately. I’m going to try and do it by the end of today, if I can. Thanks for reminding me’
‘Well, good then. Proud of ya.’ The words sound strange in his mouth, and he hastily adds, ‘Or whatever.’
And you giggle, at that, the tension dissipating — you look no less in pain, but it’s like a weight has been lifted from you at his encouragement. ‘I appreciate it.’
a/n: in real life, i know that there aren’t any humanoid figures suddenly appearing to help me with my chores, but maybe if i manifest hard enough it’ll work...
also i apologize for completely forgetting that dishy exists for daisuke's part
Where you and Florence hard launch your relationship and your new album
A/n: faceclaim for this is Florence as Taylor Swift and Reader as Gracie Abrams
Marvel masterlist | Words: 2.6k
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Over the past few months you have been all over the world. Your world tour started out in America and after a little break, you had continued to the European leg of the tour. While you loved touring, performing, and spending time with your fans, you craved the feeling of home.
There were multiple places in the world that you called home. But only one of them was a constant, and you were about to walk into her arms, as you turned the keys to open her front door.
As soon as you opened the door, your girlfriend was in your arms. “Hi baby, I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper into her shoulder as you hold her close. “Why didn’t you say you were coming home today? I would’ve picked you up.” Your girlfriend had been at a couple of your shows, but since she was on set for most of your tour, your schedules didn’t often line up.
You still had a few shows left in London, but you had the weekend off before you were performing 6 shows at Wembley. “I wanted to surprise you.” You leave your bags at the door as she pulls you into the home. Both your jobs required you to be in different parts of the world often, that’s why you decided that instead of moving into one of your houses, you just moved in together and kept both your places. Meaning that you shared her home in London, and yours in Los Angeles.
After catching up for a bit, during which you lay cuddled up together on the couch, you told her you had really missed her food, with all the simple and easy meals you had during the tour. “Well, I was planning on filming a Cooking with Flo, so you are in luck, my love.”
She was getting the ingredients laid out, while you set up her camera for her. You had been there from the start of her Cooking with Flo series, where she would film little videos on her phone and post them to her instagram story. You had been in London for work when covid hit, and you weren’t able to travel back to the US. There weren’t a lot of people that you knew who lived in London, except Florence who you had met a couple weeks prior, you shot her a message and moved in with her the same week.
The difference a couple of years could make. The two of you went from strangers, to roommates, to best friends, and finally to lovers. Florence her cooking show had also expanded. No more wobbly iPhone uploads to her Instagram story, but proper camera setup on a tripod and streaming the show live on YouTube.
“You know how I’ve been having special guests on the show?” You nodded. Even when you were away you kept up with her cooking videos. “Would you want to join me tonight?” The two of you kept your relationship away from the public, though many people had their suspicions, neither one of you had ever spoken out about it.
That’s why Flo fully expected you to say no to her questions, but you surprised her by saying yes. “Really?” She asked excitedly. “Yes really. We can give them a little teaser for what’s to come, right?”
You had been working on a new album, where you wanted to put focus on what fame had been like for you. The way that everything you did was criticised by the media. That had been one of the reasons that you and Florence kept your relationship away from the public.
Over the years you have hidden not only your relationship, but also parts of yourself. When you were younger it felt like something you just had to live with now, but you didn’t want to anymore. You wanted to be yourself and not care what people thought, and your next album would be the first step.
“Alright, ready to go whenever you are.” Florence says once she has checked everything over one last time. “Yeah, let me just finish this post and then I’ll be ready.” Your girlfriend walked over and leaned on your shoulders and watched you write the little caption you were giving your post from the last show.
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y/n_y/l/n just posted
y/n_y/l/n: Thank you to everyone that came out last night, it was an honour to play in front of a crowd like you! I can't believe we are nearing the end of the European leg, this tour has been amazing so far, and that is all thanks you x
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You put your phone away and set up the laptop for the livestream. A little countdown started counting down a minute while Florence got ready behind the kitchen island. You turned on the camera and waited to the side waiting for Florence to introduce you.
The countdown on the screen ticked down and Florence got ready to start. “It’s Cooking with Flo, bitches! Today we’re joined by a very special guest. You’ve been asking for this for a while now, and I have finally convinced her to join me. Please welcome Y/n to the show!”
You stepped up beside her. “Hi everyone! I’m so excited to be here.” You spoke nervously. Florence chuckled lightly, you were used to performing in front of thousands of people, but standing in front of this camera got you nervous. “I am so glad you’ve finally agreed to come on the show. Do you want to tell them what we’re cooking?”
“Yeah, for sure. We are making truffle pasta with one of Florence's own recipes today, and I for one cannot wait to try it.” Florence laughed, “But before we get to that part, we will show you exactly how to make it.”
Florence explained every step to the camera and you followed her lead on what to do. The conversation flowed easily between the two of you, the familiar banter making it feel like it was just another evening at home. A sense of familiarity you’ve been missing so dearly while you have been on tour.
She handed you a whisk and told you to mix up the ingredients you had just put in the bowl to make the sauce. Out of the two of you, Florence was definitely the one cooking most of the time, she was amazing and you were.. Well you were nearly decent.
“Careful there,” Florence teased, “we don’t want the sauce all over the kitchen.” You laughed at your hand covered with the sauce, because it had definitely gone over the edge of the bowl. “No? I thought you were wanting to redecorate the kitchen. This seems like the perfect colour for the walls.” You joke back.
While your cooking and playful banter went on, the chat was blowing up with comments. Many of them were excited about seeing the two of you together and noting the chemistry that was evident on the screen.
You stayed on the easy tasks while Florence did all the hard work, but neither one of you minded, you were just enjoying the time you were able to spend together.
With the pasta and the sauce presented on two plates, you thought the dish was done. “It smells so good, I cannot wait to taste it!” You already reached for a fork, but Florence stopped you. “Hold on, it’s not done yet.” She grabbed a truffle and the grater and got to work.
With the most serious expression, Florence delicately shaved the truffle over the pasta, her concentration made you giggle. “What’s so funny?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “It’s just that you look like you’re performing surgery on that truffle.” You have to try hard to hold back your laughter.
“This is art, okay?” You don’t just throw truffles around.” You burst out laughing, unable to contain it any longer. Her serious tone combined with the silly way of putting on the truffle fully sends you over the edge.
“Hey, this is important stuff!” Florence tried hard to stay in her serious character, but failed as she watched the tears spring in your eyes from your laughter. “Truffles are a very delicate matter!” She got out through her own giggles.
You doubled over, clutching your stomach, and before you knew it, you had collapsed onto the kitchen floor, laughing uncontrollably. “Oh no, we’ve lost her!” Florence exclaimed, setting down the truffles on the counter to check on you. “I think I've broken Y/n.”
Florence always had the ability to make you laugh, but right now she got you so far that you could barely breathe, and the tears were streaming down your face. Florence snapped a quick picture before turning to the camera again. “Don’t worry, I will share that with you later. Now, let’s try this pasta.”
You stood up as you were wiping your tears. “Wait for me! I wanna try.” Both of you take a bite at the same time. “Oh my god, this is so good!” Florence smiled proudly. “You heard it here first, people, you can even impress mega pop stars with this meal, so try it out at home.” You rolled your eyes playfully, “Food easily impresses me, but you should definitely try this recipe, because this was delicious.”
“And that’s all we have for tonight. We are going to enjoy this meal and soon Y/n will head to Wembley for her final shows of her Europe tour. Thank you for watching, and I’ll see you next time!” You both wave to the camera before it shuts off.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You say as you walk into her arms. “No one can make me laugh as much as you do.” She held you tight while telling you she missed you as well.
"I can't believe we did that. The fans are going to lose their minds." Florence says as she walks both your plates over to the dining table. You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest as you looked at her. "I think we just gave them something to remember." Florence smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "And this is just the beginning, my love."
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Your next few shows in London were incredible. A sold out Wembley night after night, was something you didn’t even dare to dream of a few years back. But now you were playing your sixth and final sold out Wembley show of this tour.
Nervous was an understatement. You had announced things on tour before, but this, this was something on an entirely different level. While your piano was being set up on the stage you talked with your fans.
“Most of you have been with me for a very long time, and have stuck with me through the many changes I have gone through as a person and with my music, and that is something I am eternally grateful for. The support I get from each and everyone of you, is what gives me the strength to evolve.”
While you were still nervous, you also felt a sense of serenity. The fans in the stadium were excited even when they had no clue what was coming.
“Growing up in the spotlight for me came with a lot of negativity. Something I haven’t spoken about often. It has made me hide parts of my life, parts that no one should have to hide.”
You didn’t think you’d get this emotional, but you had to wipe a tear that had started rolling down your cheek.
“I decided that I no longer want to hide these parts of me to make other people happy. I am the one that should be able to share my happiness, and that is something I’ve been working on this past year. I’ve taken a deep dive into what fame has been like for me, the struggles, and the things that I’ve had to hide away.”
You paused for a moment, taking in the crowd that was listening to your every word. The people that have allowed you to continue to make music. The people that loved you unconditionally, no matter what the media had put out about you. The people that have defended your honour again and again.
“All of that, I’ve put it into something that I am very proud of.” The noise of the crowd grew with anticipation. “And I cannot wait to share it with you… so I won’t! New music coming soon on my next album "The Secret of Us.”
The screen filled with the announcement and the crowd went insane. You stood there basking in the love the fans were throwing your way. The clapping didn’t stop for minutes. You sat down on the stage, looking up at the audience with tears in your eyes.
You got up again, because you weren’t done yet. “And if you’ll let me, I would love to perform one of the songs from the album for you tonight.” You smiled as they cheered even louder.
“This song is called Close To You, and it’s one of the most meaningful songs I have ever written. The reason that it is so meaningful is because it’s about someone who means the world to me. This person has been so supportive of me throughout my career, they are a big part of my happiness. The things I want to let you be a part of from now on.”
There really was no turning back anymore, that made you extra nervous, but also excited, you didn’t want to turn back, you only wanted to move forward.
“Performing this song with me tonight, as well as on the album, is my girlfriend Florence Pugh. Please welcome her to the stage!”
You watched as she walked onto the stage in her yellow dress, a big smile on her face as she waved to the crowd who was loudly cheering.
You started playing the first chords to the song as Florence made her way to the microphone stand that was just placed next to your piano for her.
I don't got a single problem with provocative
See the bodies, how they burn, it's just the way it is
Smoky, dark, crowded room, I need nothing
Under pink light in June
You start singing, while making eye contact with your girlfriend, who started strumming the guitar.
I was so cool, but then, all of a sudden
You saw me look at you
Florence joined you in the next verse, like you had practised so many times.
I burn for you
And you don't even know my name
If you asked me to I'd give up everything
To be close to you
The two of you continued singing until the final verse. It was just you singing the final part.
You should be mine for life, I'll be signing
Every dotted line
Chemical override, ultraviolet
You could be mine tonight
The crowd went absolutely crazy and you could not believe that you had just done that and gotten instant support from thousands of fans. Florence looked at you with nothing but pride as she opened her arms for you.
You hug her, “I am so proud of you.” She tells you loud enough for you to hear over the cheering. In response you grab her face and place a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you.” With tears falling down your cheeks you turn to the audience and wave and thank them too.
Florence left the stage again and you continued performing the rest of your set like nothing happened, though internally you felt amazing.
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After a couple more songs you closed off the show by thanking the fans over and over again. “You’ve made this tour incredible, I will never forget the memories we’ve made here. Thank you!”
The moment you get backstage, Florence flies into your arms. “You did it, my love!”
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y/n_y/l/n: What a way to end this leg of the tour. I am incredibly thankful for all of your support, and cannot wait to share my new album with you soon! And Florence, thank you for being my biggest supporter though it all 🫶🏻
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fan1: New music and a new favourite ship? that was not on my bingo card
fan2: The hardest of hard launches
fan3: AAAHHHH
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fan1: They are so cute!
fan2: I want what they have
fan3: So happy she finally doesn't care anymore. All the best to them
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Hey! Please tell me you've seen Florence's new film omg I was in pieces. It just gave me the idea for a florence pugh x reader fic. They both sit down and cuddle up and watch the movie for the first time. The reader is really emotional and starts crying because florence died in the film. And florence comforts us, telling us that she's alive in real life lol and that she's here and she isn't going anywhere. She just basically lightly teases us about how cute we are being 😭
[I'm back after quite a long time! I'm over my exams, so hopefully my creativity will come back. I hope you enjoy this short fluff :)]
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Pairing: Florence Pugh x fem!reader
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As a Saturday night plan, Florence decided it would be a good idea to play her new film, We Live in Time, for her girlfriend, Y/n. Both girls cuddled on their shared sofa, Y/n lying on top of the blonde actress. They stayed that way for the entirety of the film, Florence somewhat surprised that Y/n wasn’t a crying mess by the end. In all honesty, Florence knew her girlfriend far too well to believe it didn’t take much to make her emotional.
“So, darling… what did you think?” Florence asked, shifting slightly so she could see her girlfriend’s face. Although Y/n wasn’t crying, her voice was strained and a bit tense when she replied, “That you are incredibly talented, and you should win every single award in existence.”
Florence smiled softly and didn’t press further. “Thank you, my love,” she replied before watching Y/n stand up. “I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll be right back,” Y/n said, giving her a quick peck on the lips before leaving.
About ten minutes passed, and Florence began to grow concerned. Deciding to check in on her girlfriend, she walked over to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door. “Hey, love, are you alright? You’ve been in there for a while.” She didn’t hear a response, but the door slowly opened to reveal Y/n, face puffy and red, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The sight made Florence’s worry deepen. “What’s wrong, baby?” she exclaimed, stepping forward as Y/n tried to compose herself and catch her breath.
“You just died and left a little girl without her mom,” Y/n sniffled, voice breaking. “I’d say I’m definitely not fine.”
Florence couldn’t help but laugh softly, which only made Y/n look at her with a mixture of confusion and slight offense. “Why are you laughing?” she asked, clearly not amused.
“Oh, baby,” Florence said, her voice warm with affection. “You’re a tad dramatic. You do know I’m fine, right? I’m not going anywhere—it was just a character.”
Y/n’s lips parted, offended by the casual dismissal. “Of course I know that! I’m not stupid, but it’s still your face, Florence,” she huffed, brushing past her and heading toward their bedroom.
Florence smiled fondly and followed her, gently taking Y/n’s wrist to stop her. Turning her around, she wrapped her arms tightly around the still-sniffling girl. “Come here,” she murmured, pulling Y/n into a comforting hug. Florence rested her face in the crook of her girlfriend’s neck, pressing soft kisses there and whispering soothing words. “I’m here. I’m healthy. And I am not going anywhere.”
Y/n’s breathing gradually slowed, Florence’s familiar scent and gentle kisses working their usual magic. As they pulled apart slightly, Florence cupped Y/n’s cheeks, wiping away the lingering tears with her thumbs, a loving smile on her lips.
“I’m sorry for being dramatic,” Y/n said softly, leaning into her girlfriend’s touch.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything, my love,” Florence reassured her, tilting her head slightly to meet Y/n’s eyes. She giggled lightly. “Look at you—you’re so cute with your nose all red.”
“Oh, stop it,” Y/n muttered, playfully pushing Florence away before heading back toward the living room. Florence chuckled, quickly catching up and wrapping her arms around Y/n’s waist from behind, hugging her tightly.
“What do you say we order some food and watch something that makes you happier?” Florence whispered in her ear.
Y/n perked up almost immediately. “Like Harry Potter?” she asked excitedly, turning just enough to give Florence a look with those wide, puppy-dog eyes that she knew her girlfriend couldn’t resist.
Florence sighed, pretending to be exasperated. “First of all, I know exactly what you’re doing. But… yeah, sure. Let’s watch Harry Potter for the hundred-thousandth time.”
Grinning triumphantly, Y/n kissed her cheek. “You’re the best.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Florence teased as they settled back on the couch, ready to enjoy the comfort of each other’s company once more.
After ordering some sushi, Florence headed to the sofa, where Y/n waited for her with open arms. The actress settled into her embrace, leaning in for a deep kiss. As they pulled apart to catch their breath, Florence whispered, “I love you.”
Y/n smiled, her voice soft but full of sincerity. “I love you too, darling, and your films as well—even though they make me suffer.”
Guys, do you have some good Yelena x reader / Y/N fics or even Florence x reader/ Y/N ? Anything, I can’t see anything new . If you have something please send me immediately 😅
Request: hello! I’m currently in my exam finals and I’m really stressed about it. So I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is florence pugh’s younger sister (like age 17 aprox) and she notices that the reader is way to stressed about her final exams so she distracts reader with their studying giving them tons of tickles to relax them. Reading your fics really have been a distraction during this stressful weeks!
Note: Thank you so much for this awesome request!! I had so much fun writing this one, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to get it out earlier. I hope you did well on your finals and I hope you enjoy this fic!
Summary: Florence is your older sister and she helps you study and relax for your finals by tickling you for every question you get wrong. (ler!florence x lee!reader)
You were currently studying for finals, also known as the most stressful week of the year. You were holed up in your room once again, hunkered down over your books. The sun had started to set, so you turned on your room light and lamp to help you see better.
Just then, you heard your sister calling you down for dinner. You hastily closed your books and went downstairs. Tonight you were having your favorite meal: chicken tenders and mashed potatoes. You eyed the food eagerly, scooping some broccoli onto your plate.
“How has studying been?” Florence asked, pouring you a glass of juice.
“I’m really stressed if I’m being honest,” you admitted, eating a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
“I understand. Studying is hard, but you’re doing an amazing job,” Florence reassured you.
“I just wish I could somehow be more efficient in my studying. I always feel like I’m reading the same word over and over again,” you said, taking a bite of a chicken tender.
“Maybe I could help you?” Florence offered.
“Oh I don’t know, I don’t want to stress you out too,” you said solemnly.
“But I’ll be more stressed if you continue to stress and not let me help with the stress,” Florence said, now making you giggle from her ridiculous statement.
“I guess you already helped by making me laugh,” you commented.
“Is that what I need to do? Make you laugh so you won’t stress as much?” Florence asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“You can try,” you said, challenging her.
After dinner, Florence came upstairs with you to help you study.
“How about I quiz you on some flashcards or vocabulary or stuff like that?” Florence suggested.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll be able to see what I know and what I need to work on,” you agreed.
Florence started quizzing you on vocab and other facts for your Anatomy and Physiology finals. You found yourself getting frustrated, as the facts and definitions seemed to blur and confused you even more.
“Ughhh, I am never gonna get the hang of this,” you complained, putting your face into your hands.
Florence came over and patted your back comfortingly, knowing that you just needed to vent.
“It’s ridiculous that they make us memorize all these facts when we have access to the internet which can tell us in less than a second,” you stated with a huff, throwing your flashcards onto the table.
“Here, why don’t we take a break and come back to this later. You need to take some time and rest those eyes. Let the material sink in,” Florence said.
“Alright,” you agreed, flopping onto your bed.
“Want a massage?” Florence asked. You nodded.
Florence began to massage your lower back and shoulders, as you tried to relax under her touch. She began to massage the muscles just next to your spine, which happened to be really tender. You jerked when she used her thumbs to massage that area.
“Oh I’m so sorry Y/N! I’ll be gentle,” Florence said.
“Is this okay?” Florence asked after a bit.
“Hmm, you could be better,” you joked, and Florence knew you were beginning to relax into your goofy self again.
“What was that?” Florence asked, giving your sides a squeeze.
Ah! Florence nohohoho don’t do that!” You giggled out, unable to escape, as your sister was on top of you.
“Don’t do what? This?” Florence asked, as she gave your sides another squeeze, making you jump and yelp. You were glad that she couldn’t see your growing smile, as you were still face down.
“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish?” Florence asked, now poking your ribs.
“Ihihihm nohohot!” You declared, bringing your arms down to wrap over your torso.
“17 years and I just found out now?!? How dare you hide this from me!” Florence playfully scolded, as she reached under your shirt to spider over your sides.
“STAHAHAP,” you belly laughed, twisting and turning as much as you could.
“What? You said I could be better, right? What’s better than making you laugh and relax?” Florence teased, now moving her hands up to tickle your armpits. You let out a squeal, clamping your arms down and wheezing with laughter.
“You’re ticklish here too?” Florence said with a laugh, continuing her attack for a bit before giving you a break.
“You’re so mean,” you said, turning to glare at her.
“Hey, it’s your fault for being ticklish,” Florence said with a shrug.
Before you could retort, you felt ten nails wiggling over the back of your thighs and knees.
You gasped and bucked against her, kicking around as you were once again broken down into hysterical giggles.
“FLOREHEHENCE THIHIHIS IHIHSN’T FUHUHUNNY,” you shouted, reaching around to smack her to get her to stop. However, this left your armpits open, which Florence made sure to make you pay for.
You yelped and convulsed, shouting at her to stop. Florence obliged, laughing at your state of panic.
“Here, I’ll give you a break and go back to massaging you,” Florence said, but instead of resuming on your back, she moved down towards your feet.
“W-what are you doing?” You asked fearfully.
“Helping you relax,” Florence said with an evil grin.
She began to lightly massage your feet, as you fought to not giggle.
“Is this relaxing?” Florence asked, as you shook your head while giggling.
“Yohohou knohohow ihihit’s nohohohot,” you giggled, trying to kick her.
“Actually, you just gave me a new idea,” Florence said, now going to your desk to pick up your stack of flashcards.
“I’m going to quiz you on these, and if you get it correct, I’ll put it in this pile. If you get it wrong, I’ll put it in another pile,” Florence explained, as you nodded.
“But, in addition, if you get it wrong, you will get tickled for 15 seconds,” Florence said, smirking at your wide eyes.
“That’s not fair!” You shouted.
“Do you want to ace your finals or not?” Florence said, giving you a look of warning. You huffed in annoyance, knowing that you were trapped.
You were face up now, and Florence asked you the first question.
“What is the name of the test for your foot reflex, and what is the difference between infants and adults with this test?”
“The Babinski reflex, and for adults the toes should curl while infants their toes fan out,” you stated confidently.
“That’s correct,” Florence said, putting it in the first pile.
You yelped, as you felt Florence run a nail down your foot.
“Just testing to see if it works,” Florence said with a grin, as you rolled your eyes.
“What is corpus albicans?” Florence asked.
You thought for a bit, knowing it was on the tip of your tongue.
“Ugh, I just can’t think of it,” you said sadly.
“It’s the scarring that happens when the corpus luteum sheds every month. This is why women have a harder time getting pregnant when they are older. The scarring makes it harder,” Florence explained, as you nodded and made a mental note in your head.
“You know what that means,” Florence said, wiggling her nails over your feet.
“HAHAHAHAAHA STAHAHAAHAP PLEHEHEASE,” you screamed, unable to kick as she sat on your shins. You continued to laugh and scream for the next 15 seconds until she finally stopped.
“Next question. What does ACL stand for and where is it located?” Your sister asked.
“Anterior cruciate ligament. It’s located in the knee,” you responded.
“Good job,” Florence said, patting you.
“Which muscle has more slow twitch muscle fibers, the soleus or gastrocnemius?”
You debated for a bit, before choosing gastrocnemius.
“Get ready to get tickled,” Florence said.
“Which spot shall I pick?” Florence asked.
She eyed you for a bit before sticking her finger in your belly button, as you screamed and tried to push her away.
“Shouldn’t have gotten it wrong!” Florence teased. After she tormented your belly button, she explained the answer.
“The soleus has more slow twitch fibers because those muscles are used for endurance. For example, when you are standing for long periods of time, you are using your soleus muscle much more than the gastrocnemius. The gastrocnemius is used for when you sprint or run quickly for a short amount of time,” Florence said.
She quizzed you a bit more, finding more tickle spots on you as she went along. However, the tickling helped you remember the answers better.
“You know what? Now that you’ve mastered all of your cards, I think you deserve a reward,” Florence said.
“Really?” You said excitedly.
“A full body wrecking,” Florence said, knowing that you had gotten some wrong on purpose just to get tickled.
“What!?! No!” You shouted, as Florence pinned your arms above your head and began scribbling over your stomach.
“FLOHOHO STAHAHAHAP,” you shouted, sucking your stomach in to avoid her hands.
She made sure to lean down and give you several raspberries to get you screaming with laughter.
Her fingers ventured onto your sides, ribs, and armpits once again, before spidering around your neck and chin, making you snort and giggle hysterically. She then reached down to squeeze your hips and thighs, making you squeal with glee. She flipped you over once more and began to spider over your back, making you shriek and pound the bed desperately.
“OHOHOKAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE IHIIVE HAD ENOHOUGH,” you screamed, as she finally let you up.
“That was awful,” you said breathlessly.
“Don’t lie, you loved it,” Florence said, poking you in the ribs.
“Ow!” You yelped.
It was safe to say that you aced your anatomy and physiology finals that week thanks to the immense amount of tickling you faced from your sister. However, you held off on telling your sister because you knew your reward would be another wrecking ;)
Florence entered your shared home with a long, drawn out sigh, it'd been a long week away, and all she wanted was a glass of wine, a decent meal, and to fall asleep holding you.
Her plans faltered though when she stumbled into the hallway and peered into the kitchen.
There she found a curious little boy on the floor with an array of seasonings, pots and pans.
"Hey guys!" He shrieked at his iPad that was recording. "Welcome back to Cooking with Flo, I'm Timmy Pugh, her fill in until she returns."
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Florence bit back a chuckle, as well as a sob because this is the first time he'd called himself by her namesake that she'd heard. It'd been about three years since you and Flo had taken the orphaned boy in, so this was monumental.
Back then your relationship was still fresh, it'd only been a year, and though it was blissful, you'd only just said I love you to each other in a way that mattered before you got the call that changed everything. Being parents one day was a conversation you'd vaguely had with each other while drinking yourselves silly. It was believed to be a far off subject to broach when things got serious. Not on a random Tuesday.
So, when your close friend Laura was in a life ending accident, you couldn't exactly deny her final wishes that designated him to be given to the both of you. His father wasn't around, and her chaotic family wasn't an option. She clearly had faith in your relationship, you confirmed that when you found out she signed you up for parenthood before you were even a couple.
She just hadn't told you since she thought she had time, but the universe is fickle that way.
Florence and you wasted no time, you got your paperwork together, and went down to the courthouse the following morning to legally bind yourselves, it felt rushed, but even with the fear of the moment backfiring in the future it was still easy to say I do. Florence was your forever, you always knew that deep down.
With marriage came the name changes, Y/N Pugh had a ring to it, and it also offered security over the smooth custodial transition of your son, Timothy Pugh, who at the time had only just turned three when you took him in.
It was easy enough for him to trust you since he knew you well, but he still had quite a hard time. Every single day came with blow out tantrums that would put a strain on anyone. Florence was sometimes too exhausted from her long days on set to handle his episodes with kindness, so you decidedly took turns.
When she was clearly at a low energy level you'd send her to relax, then you'd scoop the boy up, and sing him a lullaby you recalled his mom would sing to him. This always worked. Because when it was your turn to be spread too thin Flo would pick up the slack. She'd put the emotional toddler on her hip, and animatedly describe to him her day as she made dinner.
Every time you'd reconvene, and the parent that couldn't handle the tantrum would take him and offer him gentleness as they got him ready for bed. He'd go down in his bed, but without fail he'd wind up between you both.
It was complicated, but with therapy, and the sweet reminders of his mother, things began to look up around his fifth birthday. Once he started grade school he was able to cycle some of his energy into recess or making friends.
Soon enough he was the happy go lucky boy you remembered him to be before he lost his mom. He'd actually been calling you mama for the last year now, you beamed the first time.
Florence however had been met with Flossie. Something he was familiar saying since he was two, so it just carried on, but it always worried her that he didn't feel comfortable calling her mom. She wondered if her work schedule made him feel less valuable, or as if she was only a guest in his home that she partially owned.
Then she heard him continue his monologue, her hazel eyes closed as a couple happy tears streamed down her face, her heart felt full.
"Mommy Flossie is really busy right now," he informed his crowd of zero. "Mama said she is working on a new movie, because she's like a superstar or something. How cool is she?!"
He paused to shake a salt shaker over a pot that was actually empty, but his mimicry of Flo's mannerisms was shockingly spot on. Especially as he lifted a wine glass of juice to his lips, Florence felt a wave of embarrassment at being so incredibly transparent to her son.
"My friend Jackson told me she's British." He frowned as he shrugged, not understanding the implications of his friends words. "But then my friend Amelia said she's actually a superhero," he relayed excitedly, "I like her idea better."
He stirred the faux contents of the pot with a wide grin that Florence admired through the recording on his screen as he rambled on.
"Spying on our son are we?" Florence jumped as you suddenly spawned behind her. She turned to face you immediately, her hands took their rightful place, one on your protruding baby bump, and the other cupped your cheek.
"He's recorded like five episodes today."
Florence deeply pouted, "I'm missing it, huh?"
You shook your head, wrapping your arms around her neck so you could pull her into a soft kiss, your baby bump slotted to the side of her body as she melted into the affection.
"One of us had to work my love," you reminded her. "Acting was always your dream, becoming a parent wasn't on your 2020 Bingo card."
"Neither was a global pandemic that forced us to move into the same house two months into our relationship if we wanted it to work. It was like the world wanted to make sure we never broke up." Florence smiled at the thought.
"Yeah, 2020 was an odd year," you teased, and kissed her smirking lips, the kiss was heatless, but passionate in its own regards. It lasted an entire minute until your sons voice cut in.
"Mama! I want to make dinner tonight."
You stared down at him with a practiced quirk of your brow. Florence watched as the two of you stared the other down until he softly sighed, "Mama, can I please help with dinner?"
"What a polite boy, thank you for offering to help and using your manners baby, but I was going to order in since this one just got home," you gently crushed your sons dreams, you couldn't help it, but you'd been craving a big mac with extra pickles and sauce all day long.
Florence shook her head though, and scooped the much bigger boy up with an ease that reminded you of her Marvel workout regimen.
"I could really use a sous chef so that Mama and your baby sister here can eat something besides Maccy's." Florence evaded your hand as it attempted to slap her in the shoulder. "We better hurry bubby, Mama seems hangry."
Timmy giggled wildly on her hip as she ran the pair of them to the kitchen. You smiled at the scene as it unfolded before you with a hand on your bump. Rubbing it fondly as you saw the wonderful mom your wife was that she herself didn't exactly see. Florence might not always be home, but she was always there when she was, and that alone counted for everything.
"Mama! Go sit down and relax!" You smiled, and shook your head at your sons outburst.
"Okay, you two make sure not to burn my kitchen down!" Florence scoffed, "As if..."
Florence and Timmy started by washing all the pots he'd used as toys, then afterwards she rewarded the boy with a kiss on his cheek that made him giggle and her heart soar. Then she propped her phone up and started up a cooking with Flo. Tim's hands and voice were all she allowed on the tape, your son was aware of his exposure to the internets limits so he didn't take any offense. He happily played his part.
The duo decided to try their hand at making a Big Mac for you, vegan patties of course. This led to the blonde gushing about you and the pregnancy on her story as your son filled them in on the things even Florence hadn't seen. It made her feel guilty all over again for having not been here for huge chunks of your lives.
She knew you were right, that she had a career to build so your family would be secure. It didn't stop her from wanting to quit though. Hearing about how tired you've been from the babes mouth made her wonder if the spotlight she found herself under mattered anymore.
When she had a growing boy who deserved her sole attention before your infant arrived, and you who deserved to rest in this last trimester.
Florence texted her manager as your son set the table all on his own. He beamed up at your wife whenever he felt he did something right, and she always praised him, never letting the argument on her phone interfere with their precious time together. "Mommy?"
The blonde nearly dropped her phone as he directed the title at her. "Yes bubby?"
"Is it true that you're a super hero?"
She smirked, "I'm actually an anti-hero."
Timmy looked at her puzzled, he now stood right in front of her wearing the expression so that she could catch onto his confused drift.
Florence dropped to her knees so she could look him in the eyes as she spoke. "That's when the person is in between good and evil. They are trying to figure out the best way to make things work, sometimes they do good, and others they do really bad things. Way cooler."
"What's cool?" You asked as you settled down at the table, Florence froze as your son enthusiastically cheered, "Being the bad guy."
Florence's jaw dropped, she attempted to fix the moment, but fortunately Timmy did.
"She was telling me about her character."
Dinner went smoothly from there, your moans of appreciation told your wife she'd done the food of your heart justice. It made her happy to take care of you, knowing that she was able to give you what you wanted, while making sure your daughter got the nutrients she needed.
Also, it made her feel less guilty being able to take some of the load off of you. You'd never complained, you simply took it all in stride, but she sees the way your smile is tired, and she catches the hand pressed into your lower back.
Carrying a baby is no joke, she knows that, so she does whatever needs to be done when she's home, and after tonight she plans to be here far more often. In a weeks time she'll be done with her current film, and the other's won't start shooting until after your daughters birthday.
When your son saw you getting up with the dishes he stopped you with a hand on your bump, and carried it to the sink for you. Flo scooped him up moments later, and tickled him until he was unable to breathe right.
"Careful Flossie, don't suffocate my baby." Your lover rolled her eyes, then she made her way over to help your wobbly self to your feet.
"You go take a nice long shower my love, I'll handle his bedtime routine." Florence kissed your cheek, and Timmy mirrored her action as he was sat on her hip. "You deserve it mama."
"Thank you my loves," you couldn't hide the emotional timbre of your voice, your eyes glistened in a direct call out. "Goodnight to you then my baby boy, I'll see you in the morning."
Timmy grinned, "We're making french toast!"
"My tummy is already rumbling," you enthused back, then happily slipped off to your en suite.
After Timmy was clean and in his PJ's, she decided to bring him with her to your room. Where she read him a story as he laid on her, and within a few minutes time he was snoring.
Florence carded a hand through his damp hair, she watched him in amusement as his eyes fluttered beneath the lids. Her tired mind wandered to what he might be dreaming about, the possibilities with him are endless, but she is almost certain it's either dinosaurs or fairies.
His obsession with Tinkerbell was her favorite.
"What's got you smiling?" Florence's lips widened when she saw you toweling your hair.
"I was thinking after the baby is six months we could leave her with my parents and take Tim-Tim here to Disneyland." She placed a kiss to his forehead then went on. "He is big enough to ride things now, and he'd love to meet the characters. We can do the brunch with them."
You smiled at her, delighted by her idea, but then your brows furrowed in confusion. "What about that horror film you were excited for?"
"I told them to push the filming to the end of 2024, or to recast me." Florence shrugged with an air of genuine indifference. "They moved it to October, so baby Pugh will be a year old."
"Baby Pugh," you softly repeated, hand softly caressing your bump as you realized you'd yet to give your daughter a name. Even when she was due to arrive within the next two months. Florence's hand joined yours as you stood beside the bed, and before she could soothe your worries she was gasping, "She kicked."
In all seven months of your pregnancy the little girl had yet to let Florence feel the harsh jabs she subjected you to. One time, when Flo felt like sleeping on the couch, she'd told you that you had to be exaggerating. You weren't, and she knew that now. Sometimes you wondered if you watched Flo's "Fighting With My Family" one too many times whenever you missed her. Because you were now absolutely certain your daughter had the potential to be in the WWE.
"I'm glad that brings you joy," you teased through a wince as the little one kicked again, this time much stronger, your belly even shook.
"Oh darling, I'm so sorry I doubted you," Flo giggled softly as she saw an imprint form under the skin, and you smiled tenderly down at her as you moved to put your hand over hers. "You should be, it's because she hears you talking."
Florence tried to deny it, but you were already two steps ahead of her. Showing her the videos of whenever she kicks, and how it's usually as you rewatched old family videos. Each shake or prod of your belly followed her laugh or words.
Your wife gently moved the boy on top of her onto the mattress, then stood up, briefly she kissed your lips before bending to be eye level with your pregnancy bump. "Hello Lyla," she tried, but she was met with a sudden stillness.
"Okay, how about hello baby Patricia."
"No," you vetoed immediately, then the both of you felt a powerful kick, baby Pugh agreed.
"I'm running out of names little one."
"Florence, that was two names," you laughed and she looked up at you with a tired smile. "I'm jet lagged my love, please do forgive me."
"Come on then," you paused, taking her hand in yours as you guided her to her side of the bed, "We'll discuss everything in due time."
Florence however flipped your positions, and gently helped you into your side. Then she straddled your thighs, leaving you to quirk a distrusting brow at her. She shook her head, then gestured to the sleeping boy beside you before her hands began to bring you to bliss.
Every press of her hands against your bump was heavenly, and in no time you yawned. It was a miracle that you were still awake when she finally finished. Clambering off of you she moved to sit beside you instead, leaning down so she could kiss all over your face before she landed on your lips with a contented sigh.
"I think Samantha could be cute." You both chuckled when a soft kick resounded beneath her hand that was still settled atop your bump.
"Timmy and Sammy against the world?" You both chuckled softly at your sleepy son's voice cutting through the already sweet moment. "We could be like mommy and be anti heroes."
"Where does that leave me?" You inquired, and he sleepily shrugged, a move that brought him closer to you, he easily snuggled into your side. "At home making all of us cookies of course."
"Oh of course," you conceded, but sent your wife a disapproving, heatless glare over it.
"A cookie might make us less evil mommy," he reasoned. "Mommy's are never as sweet."
Florence had already settled in behind your son, wearing a mischievous grin as she leaned in to whisper: "That's cause mama pours the entire bag of chocolate chips into the batter."
"Go to sleep," you barked. "Both of you."
"Yes ma'am," the two giggled in sync and you couldn't help but to smile at their childish camaraderie. "I love you mama," your sons tired whisper of affection made your eyes glisten. "I love you too bug." Then he sweetly rubbed your belly. "I love you Sammy Pugh."
He giggled as she kicked, "She loves me too."
"Of course she does," you reasoned, settling a kiss to his temple. "You're her big brother."
Florence observed the moment with an adoring smile, but it held an obvious longing as well. It wasn't unlike her to watch moments like this between the both of you, it's one of the main reasons she was so adamant on taking a break.
Timmy deserved her time, and she not so secretly craved his reserved affections.
Then he rolled over, she softly gasped as he burrowed into her chest. "I love you mommy." Her arms wrapped around him tightly, and she shakily whispered, "I love you my lil sous chef."
Florence's eyes sought yours out as soon as his soft snoring filled the space. You'd already been looking at them, neither of you said a word, you just admired the other as a steady flow of happy tears trailed down your faces.
This was all either of you had ever wanted. A happy little family, unconventionally formed, but brought to the now by unconditional love.
