Marvel Imagines

That's my girl ~ Florence

• Female Y/n •
Trigger Warning : Homophobia/sexism

Stepping out of the black limousine, I hear the fans screaming my name, "Y/n!" All the different voices. As my foot hits the red carpet I smile at the cameras crowding around me. Still smiling for the cameras, I hear a few loud groans of disgust.

"It's Renners kid. Get the lesbian out of here!" Some guys shout. I roll my eyes and walk along, slightly adjusting my blazer I wear over the laced corset. Obviously I'm getting hate. My security trying to usher me into the picutre area, I stop to sign pictures of my character.

I smile at them, taking pictures with those who couldn't bring pictures. "Y/n, I love you!" A fan says to me. I smile at them. As the security manages to get me to the rest of cast for pictures I see my cast mates.

Florence smiles at me, "Any hate?" She asks me so the others don't hear. I nod and smile a little as we all get into position for the camera men. Florence whispers in my ear, "Don't worry darling." Then smiles at the cameras. Smiling, I can feel my cheeks go warm and can tell I'm slightly red from the brunettes words.

Seeing my father, Jeremy, I run over awkwardly trying not to trip in the heels I was made to wear. "Dad!" I say smiling and hugging him.

He smiles back, "Hey Sweetheart." His deep voice says to me. He grabs my hand and squeezes it three times, "Let get in there, I'm sure you've been seated next to Pugh." He tells me as we make our way.

Sitting down next to Florence, I grab the glass of wine set on the white cloth and take a sip. "Let's see who presenting tonight." I mumble to her as she moves her seat closer to mine and takes my hand making sure nobody can see it.

She drinks from her glass, "You're not going to like who it is." She tells me. I groan and roll my eyes. A male walks out from the oversized curtains and takes the microphone.

He chuckles, "Hello to everyone. Welcome to the awards and I hope you all have a great night." He says, his voice filling the silent room.

Some time later.

"And our final award, for emotional drama, goes too," he stops talking and clears his throat, with a disgust tone in his voice he yells, "Y/n Renner."

Florence smiles and tightly squeezes me before I walk up to the stage.

"The one person who should've stayed at the orphanage." He mumbles down the microphone.

Hearing this and smile annoyed and take my award. The presenter smacks me, clearly making me uncomfortable. I clear my throat, "Before I thank everyone, I just want to say," I say before turning to the spokes person, "James. Atleast I was wanted."

The crowd erupts with laughter before Florence and Jeremy stand from their chairs and shout, "That's my girl!" For everyone to hear.