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Strange Situation: Episode 2 - First Morning
Series Masterlist
WARNINGS: none!
Description: The young avengers are living in an apartment together. However, they have no idea that each other are superheroes. They begin making ridiculous excuses for their injuries and being out late.
America's POV
I wake up to the sun shining through the blinds on my new window. My heart feels very accomplished this morning. I got to wake up in my bed in my apartment. I finally have a home.
Running through the metaverse is great, but I'm tried of trying to find the ones with free hotels every night.
Suddenly, something in the sunlight catches my attention. It almost blends right into the brightness, but there is a different way it shimmers.
It is long and a silvery-white see-through wisp of . . . air?
For a moment, I can't look away. My eyes are glued to its strange shine. My whole body feels warm and relaxed.
It starts drifting toward me-
BANG!
"Ow, shit!" Kate yells from somewhere. My eyes dart to the door, then back to where the wisp was a second ago, but it is gone.
I take a breath and shake my head. I must be imagining things.
Kamala's POV
I am awoken by a loud bang from outside my room. I groan and roll over to my side, but a slit of sun smacks me right in the eyes.
"Ugghh," I turn to the other side, no longer feeling tired.
Cassie's POV
I was in the middle of stashing my Stature suit under a pile of clothes in the closet when I hear a loud bang, causing me to jump backward and slam my head against the closet door.
I blink away the couple of tears that came to my eyes and walk to the kitchen.
"You good?" I ask, seeing Kate with a scattering of trays around her feet.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She angrily kicks a tray. "I was trying to make breakfast for everyone and instead I woke them all up."
"Nah, I was already awake." I give her a comforting smile. She shares one back.
"So . . ." Kate purses her lips and clicks her tongue. "How'd you sleep last night?"
Oh, you know, just vivid dreams of the Quantum Realm, nothing too spectacular. "Pretty alright, you?"
"Yeah, these mattresses are comfy, right?"
"For sure, comfier than the one I had at home actually." I brought my own mattress and traded out the one that came in with the apartment, but she is clearly struggling to find a topic.
"Yeah, it was crazy. Haven't been that comfy since the mattresses as my fifth grade getaway camp." She laughs and almost drops the pan she's trying to fit in a cabinet.
"Yep, great mattresses." Oooookay, this is going well. I don't think I've ever talked about mattresses more in my life. "Sooo, what do you do for a living?"
"What?" She turns around, very alarmed.
"Sorry, if that's . . . not okay to ask."
"Oh, no. No, sorry, just caught me off guard. I, um, just got expelled from college so . . . undecided." Kate awkwardly shuts the cabinet and turns to face me. "You?"
"I work at a little coffee shop a bus ride away." I give her a smile, trying to help her feel more comfortable.
I hear footsteps from behind me and turn to see . . . America, I think, entering the room. She looks lost in thought.
"Good morning!" Kate says brightly.
"Huh?" America snaps back. "Oh, morning."
Great first morning.
Kamala's POV
As I'm struggling to find a matching outfit within the what seems like hundreds of moving bags to go through, I realize I forgot to put my bangle on.
I hop back up on my bed and reach under my second pillow to grab—my bangle? Where is it?
Shit.
First day and I already lost the one most important thing I needed not to lose. I frantically look through bags until I find it hidden under a box of poptarts in one of my food bags, right where I put it. And then promptly forgot.
I step out of my room with my toothbrush, headed for the bathroom when I hear the front door unlocked. I'm nothing if not nosey so I have to go see who is leaving already.
To my surprise, a confused looking boy is standing in the doorway, holding a backpack.
"Um, maybe I got the wrong apartment?" He mumbles to the four pairs of women's eyes staring him down.
"Yeah, uh, our other roommate is supposed to be a . . . Petra I think." Kate looks around for confirmation.
"Oh, um, okay. Bye." He shuts the door.
We look at each other for a moment.
The door reopens.
"Okay the landlord gave me a key that works on this door. Maybe it was a typo? I'm Peter." He fiddles with the key.
"Oh, okay." Cassie says warmly. "You can come in."
"Well," he freezes, "if you're not comfortable living with a guy . . . I didn't know who I'd be living with . . . it was last minute and—"
"Hey," Cassie smiles. "It's all good. We don't bite."
"Yet." America says from a dark corner of the room.
We look at her.
"Sorry, bad joke." She smiles sheepishly.
". . . Okay then. Um, sorry." Peter walks in. "I'm Peter."
"Hi Peter, I'm Cassie." Cassie is already such the mom of the apartment.
"I'm Kamala." I smile.
"Kate." She awkwardly waves.
"I'm America." She emerges from the shadows and shakes his hand.
"Well." Cassie claps her hands together to get our attention. "Now that we're all here, I propose we go to dinner tonight to get to know each other."
There are a few vague head nods, so I say "yeah, that sounds okay."
"Great!" She smiles. "We'll go a five then."
This is going to be a long lease.
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There's Only 1 Harry
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Just a friendly reminder to not add random creators to your taglists :) especially if they tell you to stop and you don't, it's really annoying :)
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Just popping on to say lots of fics are coming.
Because of course the first guy i ever cuddle with would be super sweet and then find someone else two days later.
I'm trying to not make a big deal out of it to my family or anything so I have no one else to tell but you guys.
So a fic about that date but it going well will be up soon. Prolly peter but lmk if you guys want someone else.
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Strange Situation: Episode 1 - Move-in Day
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WARNINGS: none!
Description: The young avengers are living in an apartment together. However, they have no idea that each other are superheroes. They begin making ridiculous excuses for their injuries and being out late.
*not my gif*
America's POV
I enter the rather large apartment space. Even though I expected it to be big with five roommates, this far exceeds my expectations.
I make a mental note to thank Strange for the recommendation later.
I'm so glad I decided to move in first. I don't have much (anything, really, if we're being honest) but I get first dibs on room choice.
I walk through each room and make an evaluation. Finally, the last one on the corner catches my eye. It has a giant window looking out into the New York City skyline, giving it plenty of sunlight.
I set my one bag down on the bed and take a moment to breathe everything in. I finally have a home, a place to go to. And I finally have my powers under control. I can actually stay in this universe and have a place to call my own.
Minus, like, everything else I need to survive. Strange gave me some cash (actually, a lot of cash by this universe's standards) to go shopping. I really should pay him back at some point.
He's become like a father figure to me. Even though, since last week, I haven't heard from him. I'm not too concerned—he's got all that world-saving to do—but it would be nice if he'd given me a little warning.
I hear the front doorknob turn.
Kamala's POV
"Kamala, walk. Go." My mom pushes the bag she is holding against me. I walk through my new front door.
"Good sized kitchen. Nice view." My dad surveys the place. "Living space, very nice."
"Dad!" I whine. "Can you help me with this box and stop admiring everything?"
"Kamala, don't talk to your father that way." My mom gives me a pointed look. "I will leave you here to do everything yourself."
"Okay," I mutter, rolling my eyes and shoving my light frustration down.
A girl's head peeks around the wall. I smile awkwardly and she returns it.
"Hi," I start to wave but hide it with a hair flip. "I'm Kamala."
"America." She smiles more comfortably.
"Does it matter which room I pick?" I ask. America shakes her head with a shrug. "Okay, cool."
"Kamala, where's your bedroom?" My mom shouts much louder than she needs to, considering I'm standing right behind her.
I walk straight forward into the closest room possible, dropping the heavy items I've been struggling with on the ground.
Cassie's POV
We just walked into the building when the security guard came up to my dad.
"Ay Scott, I haven't seen you in years!"
My dad turns around and smiles. "Hey, how are you man?"
I turn to physical mush inside. Imagine one of my new roommates sees me waiting around for my dad like a kid.
"Dad." I whisper harshly.
"Alright. I'm moving my daughter in right now actually. I'm sure I'll see you again." He shakes his friend's hand.
"Ah, good choice. It's a beautiful building." The man winks and me.
Ew.
I walk quickly to the elevator.
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I hear something slam on the floor from inside the apartment. My dad and I share a worried look and try the door. It has been left unlocked.
We walk in and hear a lot of commotion from the left, then a girl comes bursting out of one of the rooms, groaning. She stops when she sees me and smiles.
"Hi! I'm Kamala!" She says sweetly.
I smile back. "Cassie."
Another girl walks up beside Kamala. "I'm America."
I smile. "I like that name, it's cool."
"Thanks," she smiles widely.
"Cass, let's get your stuff in and then you can talk, okay?" My dad says, awkwardly just standing behind me the whole time.
I nod. The doorknob clicks and we all look at it.
Kate's POV
I walk through the front door and am greeted with four pairs of eyes staring me down.
"Hi," I give an awkward little wave. I quickly pull my hand down and curse at myself.
"Hello." One of the three girls says. "What's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Kate." I smile (more like grimace, I've been in here for two seconds and I've already done something embarrassing).
"I'm Cassie," the girl smiles.
"Kamala!" A completely new voice yells from somewhere out of sight. "Come help your father!"
The girl on the left gives and awkward little wave and scurries away.
"I'm America." The last girl smiles. "Nice to meet you."
"Is this everyone?" I ask.
"No, I think there's one more person, but they're not coming till tomorrow." America shrugs.
I nod. "Lot of people for one apartment."
America laughs. "It'll be okay."
"Has everyone taken their bedrooms already?" I suddenly change the conversation.
"Yeah, I think the one next to me is open though." She beckons me to follow her.
Okay when I say I've been writing this for months, I mean I've been writing this for months smh. Finally college has settled down and I'm just posting this first thing to get something out even tho its not very long. It will be longer in the future I promise! Let me know of suggests in the comments!
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America Chavez x Reader: Laying in a Park
Description: Reader and America laying in a park.
Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!
WARNINGS: anxiety, depression, numbness, stress all mentioned but not directly shown (this is just comfort)
*not my gif*
You close your eyes, feeling the wind brush across your face and the warmth radiating from your girlfriend.
America is next to you, her arm around your shoulders as you cuddle into her. She smells like cherry chapstick and cinnamon and vanilla. Her hair is soft, it tickles the side of your neck just enough to send slight shivers down your back.
You don't need to move. You are perfectly comfortable. Perfectly at rest.
You don't need to know how to feel emotion. You just need to be in this moment with America, laying in a park in the dark on top of a soft blanket.
You brush your fingers along the blanket, drawing a heart. You turn your head so it settles in America's neck. You wiggle just slightly to get comfortable.
The warmth from her skin is like resting your head on a cat. Her hand is running gently up and down your arm.
You feels so in the moment. You feel so relaxed. You feel so present in a way your anxiety usually doesn't allow.
You'd been feeling numb for awhile, stuck in a pattern of endless work and responsibilities without a break. You didn't realize how much you needed to take a break.
America's other arm moves to fully wrap you in a hug.
You feel totally safe and secure. Like nothing could hurt you. You move your leg on top of her's, slightly tangling them together. You turn fully onto your side so you can smell nothing but America.
You move your arm up and drape it across her stomach, holding on tightly.
In this moment, nothing can go wrong. In this moment, you are at peace.
You slowly drift off to sleep.
I wrote this with my eyes closed. Idk if it makes any sense, but it was just what I was feeling right now.
Let me know if you guys like this or not. Might start voicing my fics and posting them on YouTube so stuff like this can be more immersive.
Thx for reading, don't steal!
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Series Masterlist: Strange Situation
Description: The young avengers are living in an apartment together. However, they have no idea that each other are superheroes. They begin making ridiculous excuses for their injuries and being out late.
Characters: Kate Bishop, Kamala Khan, America Chavez, Peter Parker, Cassie Lang
WARNINGS: none so far
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Episode 1 - Move-in Day
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Series Announcement!
Hey hunny bunnies,
I'm going to be writing a series about the idea from @onetimetwotimesthreetimess: a sitcom sort of thing where the young avengers are all living in an apartment together but they don't know that each other are superheroes so they're constantly trying to make up ridiculous reasons for injuries/being out late.
Characters:
Kate Bishop
Kamala Khan
Peter Parker
America Chavez
Cassie Lang
If anyone thinks of more characters from the MCU I'm missing, please comment!
Leave a comment to join the taglist!
A masterlist will soon be created for it once the first episode is posted.
Thank you for reading :)
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America Chavez x Reader: Signature Jacket
Hi loves! I'm on an America kick rn. I dressed up as her for my 2nd Halloween costume lol (my first was Harley Quinn).
Description: Reader is jealous of everybody's personalized statement jackets.
Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!
WARNINGS: being a lil anxious
This is a young avengers fic.
*not my gif*
You are sitting with all the avengers at dinner. Everyone is enjoying their Mac and cheese, but something is on your mind.
"America, where'd you get your jean jacket?" You suddenly ask.
Everyone looks at you sort of confused.
"Uh, I found the jacket in some universe and thrifted it." She says.
"Kamala, where'd you get yours?"
Kamala shrugs. "I dunno. Found the jacket and embroidered the patches on."
You sigh.
"Why do you ask?" Kamala almost sarcastically asks, knowing you'll tell them what you want anyway.
"Cause I want a signature jacket but I don't have any sewing or clothing abilities." You frown.
"Mine was mostly how it came." Yelena says.
You glare at her. "Nu-uh. You added more pockets."
"That is true," she concludes as she adds more hot sauce (A/N: I literally CANNOT remember what she actually added for the life of me and I can't find the episode script anywhere, if someone could pls lmk that would be great).
"I can't just buy something, then it wouldn't be cool and authentic like all of yours." You pout.
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A few weeks later, you are lying in your bed watching something on the TV that you honestly couldn't care less about. It is 1am, you're tired but you can't sleep and you're so unexplainably lonely for no reason.
Suddenly, there's a knock on your door, literally making you jump so hard you drop the sleeve of crackers sitting next to you onto the floor.
"Shit," you whisper as you stand up, careful to avoid making the crackers a bigger mess. "Who the hell is knocking on my door at this god-forsaken hour of the morning."
By this time, the sleep deprivation has set in so you sound like a founding father turned into a goblin.
You open the door to see America standing there. Your heart immediately skips a beat. Your hair is a mess, there's crackers on the floor, and you've turned into your nightly maniac doppleganger and now your crush decides to come knocking?! Now she wants to talk?! Not all the times you deliberately dressed up when you knew she was coming over and put on makeup and brushed your teeth!
Of course. No, this makes perfect sense.
"Hi?" You try to bring your crazy voice down a few notches.
"Hi, um," she shifts. "I wanted to bring you this."
She pulls from behind her back a jean jacket hoodie (whatever those things are actually called). It has little hearts stained onto the sleeves and a few of the buttons have little smiley faces on them and embroidered to the front is your superhero logo.
You blink for a moment. America shifts again nervously.
"You uh-" she clears her throat. "You said you wanted a jacket and so I just, um, found this one and added some stuff but if you don't like it that's okay. This was stupid, I shouldn't of-"
"No," you cut her off, taking the jacket out of her hands. "I love it." You beam.
"Really?" She looks so relieved. Why is she this stressed over talking to you?
"Yes! It's so cool!" You squeal. Before you know what you're doing, your muscles move and you pull America into a hug.
You blush when you realize what you've done. But only a second later, her arms wrap around you. A little smile grows on your face.
"This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." You practically whisper. Why are you whispering? You pull out of the hug. "Thank you so much. I-"
The words die on your tongue as you see America's eyes flick down to your lips for just a second. You can feel yourself leaning closer to her and you think she's leaning too. Then, you lips connect ever so gently and sweetly.
"Ten bucks!" Kamala's voice scares both of you, causing you to bump foreheads. America's eyes immediately widen as she touches your forehead to make sure you're okay.
Your heart doesn't know what to do.
"Да пошла ты, сука. Don't be so cocky." Yelena yells back. "You only won by two days!"
"Haha," Kamala taunts. "You wish you won by two days."
"You bet on us?" You finally lay eyes on Kalama who was not even trying to hide.
"Well, yeah. Not like you wouldn't do the same if you were us."
"I'm moving out tonight." You declare, grabbing America's wrist and gently guiding her inside your door before slamming it shut.
You both burst into little giggles. You love this family.
Thx for reading, don't steal!
Hey, saw you requested to be tagged in America fics, lmk if you want to be removed @fl0r3ncewifey
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Can you do a Kamala x reader (gender Neutral or Male) where Y/N is an edgy trauma filled teen mercenary who is dating Kamala but really emotionally stunted and doesn’t ask for much. Eventually Y/N asks if they could just cuddle. And it’s a sweet story with some wholesome romance and Y/N finally becoming vulnerable
Kamala Khan x Reader: Vulnerable? No.
Yes I can! I'm so glad to be getting traction on my Kamala fics :)
Description: Reader is feeling particularly touch-starved and struggles on how to ask their girlfriend for affection.
Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!
WARNINGS: being touch-starved, anxiety
*not my gif*
You lay down on your bed next to your girlfriend. Kamala is hugging her sloth stuffed animal and you are beginning to feel very lonely and cold.
You had never felt comfortable with human contact. Hugs make you nervous. You always feel like you do handshakes wrong. So you survived without it.
Okay, maybe you were just a little touch-starved. And right now, you are very much wishing you were the sloth.
Your heart rate increases as you look over at Kamala. She looks so peaceful watching the movie. You really don't want to bother her with something silly.
You look back at the movie, your body physically aching with the feeling of loneliness.
Damn, this sucks.
Maybe you should just ask her. But then that would mean you would have to figure out how to cuddle. And what if you did that wrong and you made it awkward?
"Why do you look so stressed? It's just Twilight." Kamala laughs, little bells floating in the air. You smile ever so slightly at the sound.
"Would it be okay if-" you pause, trying to figure out how to word it. "I mean, could-" nope. "Like, maybe we could like," you break eye contact, "cuddle?"
You brace yourself for her to laugh, but she doesn't. Instead, you hear a little squeal.
"Yay! Of course!" She immediately grabs onto you, dragging you closer to her. Your arms automatically start to freeze, but Kamala pulls them around her as if knowing you need a little guidance.
Kamala lies her head on your shoulder and curls into your side. Instead of feeling fear like you expected, you actually start to relax just a bit. Your arms tighten around your girlfriend and a little smile grows on your face.
You release the tension in your back and settle into the blankets, feeling completely at ease. You can see Kamala's huge smile.
Can I even count myself as still doing flufftober at this point?
Thx for reading, don't steal my dudes.
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I have an edits channel now lol
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💔 we lost someone truly special today. Harry Potter was my entire childhood. Hagrid taught us to be true to ourselves no matter what anyone else thinks. 50 years from now, kids won't know Robbie Coltrane or Alan Rickman, but they will know Hagrid and Snape. They will stay with us forever, but their souls can rest in a better place.
Robbie Coltrane, thank you for playing a character that made me happy in my darkest moments. Thank you for playing a character that became my safe place. You don't know me, but in my mind you've given me thousands of hugs. I'll keep you in my heart forever. Thank you for being a part of what saved my life.
“There’s no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.”
R.I.P. Robbie Coltrane (March 30, 1950 - October 14, 2022)
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Can I request a fic ? Kate bishop x reader or Kamala Khan x reader? Maybe angsty and then fluff? Anything is fine though haha
She/her pronouns :)
Okayy thanks
sincerely anon
Kate Bishop x Reader: Ice Cream?
I'm DYING to do a Kate Bishop story!!!!
I've been so burnt out, I'm sorry I missed like a whole week of flufftober.
Description: Kate talks about how she's finally going to ask her crush out. Reader has a crush on her, though. Angst w/ fluff ending :)
Gender: fem! She/her used
WARNINGS: idk being sad for a bit, crying
It's a young avengers fic.
*not my gif*
"I'm gonna tell her today." Kate smiles.
"Finally!" America yells.
"About time." Kamala rolls her eyes.
Kate has been talking about this girl for weeks. All of the Avenger family dinner conversations were about her. The only problem: you had a huge crush on Kate. Each time she mentioned this "mysterious girl," a little piece of your heart shattered.
"Ooo, Kate's gonna have a giiiirrrlfrrrriieeend." Tommy sings and Billy smacks his shoulder to get him to shut up.
"You should make a sign and stand outside of her house with flowers." Cassie says.
"That feels a little extreme," Kate replies warily.
"No, it's romantic." America says.
"I'm just going to ask her if she wants to grab ice cream." Kate says. "Nothing crazy."
"Does she like ice cream?" Kamala asks.
"Yes she likes ice cream." Kate glares at her.
Kamala puts her hands up in defense. "I'm just saying, she could be lactose intolerant."
"Ice cream is her favorite food." Kate rolls her eyes. "I'm not stupid."
"Aw, you know her favorite food?" America coos. Kate chooses not to respond.
You like ice cream, too.
"What do you think about that idea, Y/N?" Cassie asks you.
You push down the burning pain in your throat. "I think it's cute."
"I still like flowers," she grumbles.
"Ice cream is a better idea." Morgan jumps in.
"Why?" Cassie shoots back.
"Cause I know who it is." Morgan smirks.
"What?!" America shouts.
"That's not fair!" Kamala backs her up. "Why does Morgan get to know?"
"Because Morgan won't tell anyone else about her, or so I thought." Kate growls.
"Relax," Morgan rolls her eyes. "I'm not gonna tell them who it is."
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You lay on your bed, silent tears rolling down your face. You have a random TV show running in the background, and all the lights off except for one lavender-scented candle.
You are clutching onto your stuffed animal (which only was brought here because of Kamala's "sleeping pillow"). You know it's stupid to be crying over one person like this. You're an Avenger for crying out loud! And yet Kate has you crying like a baby.
There is knock on your door.
You wipe your tears away and gather yourself. Your eyes never go red when you cry, so no one ever knows as long as the tears are gone.
You open the door and Kate is standing there. You notice she is nervously wringing her hands together.
"Hello?" You ask, keeping your voice surprisingly steady.
"Hi." Kate says and then groans, hiding her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, I'm so awkward. Would you want to go get ice cream?"
You stand there, shocked for a moment.
"Oh, my god, I knew this was a bad idea. I'm sorry-"
"No!" You stop her rambling. "I would love to go. I just . . . didn't know you were talking about- me."
"Really? I thought I gave it away when I said 'her favorite food is ice cream'!"
You shake your head harshly. "I still thought you were talking about someone else!"
"No! I'm sorry!" Kate laughs. "Were you crying?"
Your eyes widen. "Why do you ask?"
"You have a tear," she sets her hand against your neck and brushes away a tear on your cheek that you must have missed. The action makes you blush. "Can I give you a hug? I didn't mean to make you upset."
You accept the hug. Muffled by her shoulder, you say "you didn't upset me, it's okay."
"Well, I'm not going to make you cry again. Now, let's go get ice cream!"
You smile widely and giggle. "Okay."
Thx for reading, don't steal. I'm finally not as burnt out as I have been the rest of the week, sry.
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Florence Pugh x Reader: Writer Stress
Lol just writing this for my sanity, don't mind me.
Description: It's about to be NaNo season and reader is stressed.
Gender: neutral! No pronouns used! writer!reader
WARNINGS: stresssss
*not my gif* I'm sorry, I can't find many Flo gifs and I saw this and it was just perfect soooo
You stare at your laptop in frustration. None of the story is coming together right. Everything feels out of place, not like the domino effect you want.
Note cards are scattered on the floor in piles that make no sense. Despite the fact that you have just under a month to plan the novel, you're already feeling the impending stress.
You haven't left your house today. You're in yoga pants that definitely don't flatter you. You're wrapped in the heaviest blanket you could find. At least you've eaten (A/N: gotta eat kids <;3).
"Honey?" Your girlfriend's voice actually scares you. You hadn't heard the door open.
"I'm in here." Your tired voice calls out. You try to flatten the mess that is your hair before she sees it.
"Hey, love." Flo hugs you from behind your desk chair, planting a kiss on your forehead. "What's going on?"
"Just planning." You close your eyes and lose yourself in her embrace. "What about you?"
"I picked up some McDonald's after set. Wanna come get it?"
You smile, nodding. She dramatically pretends to pull you out of your chair.
"Did you eat today?" She asks, guiding you to the kitchen.
"Yes, actually." You giggle.
"That's good. I think you should take a break from work for the rest of the night, yeah?"
You turn around and look at her. "I have to get this done."
"You can't be creative if you're stressed," Flo pulls out your chair for you, making you blush even though she does it every night.
You sigh. "I guess so."
"Let's watch a movie while we eat!" Her eyes light up happily.
"Sure," you laugh, watching her adorable face change to excitement.
"See what happens when you take a break with your girlfriend?" Flo taunts.
"Yes, okay, I'll take more breaks tomorrow." You give in.
She claps and reaches over the table to tap you on the nose. "That's my love."
You smile.
Between this and preptober, I actually am so done. Anyway. Thanks for reading, don't steal. This one goes out to all my writers.
Buy me a coffee? I need it for next month.
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Florence Pugh x Reader: Coffee
I'M SEEING DON'T WORRY DARLING TOMORROW AHHHHH
Life update: This was in my drafts and I did see it. I thought it was really good and Harry Styles really wasn't that bad.
Description: Flo and reader in a coffee shop ❤️
Gender: neutral! No pronouns used!
WARNINGS: none :p
*not my gif*
You take the last available tabil (A/N: yeah, this is about how well my brain is working right now), which is tucked into a comfortable little corner. You put your hands on your coffee cup, feeling your fingers soak in the warmth after being in the cold all morning.
You pull out a textbook and a highlighter, determined to at least do some work since you trekked the whole way here from your apartment. So far, that's not going very well.
The words flying right through your brain. You don't pick up any information, despite following along with a highlighter.
"Excuse me?" A gentle voice from behind you spooks you out of your frustration. You turn around to see a woman with a black hoodie and sunglasses on. "Could I sit here? There's no other open seats."
For a second, you almost deny her request. You'd rather not be murdered before you have the chance to graduate. But the way she looks so anxious makes you nod. She's probably hiding a gun in her pocket.
"Thank you so much." She sits down and you hear a little British accent in her voice. Strange.
She doesn't say anything else as she pulls out a laptop. You return to your book.
You can't focus. You keep looking up at the woman, wondering why she won't take her sunglasses off inside.
Finally, you have to ask "what's with the disguise?"
Her head jerks up.
"Trying to hide from the paparazzi?" You joke.
"Yeah," she answers very seriously.
You laugh until you realize she's not joking. "Are you famous?"
"Maybe." She has lowered her voice to a whisper now. You can barely hear her.
"Can I know who you are?" You ask, not meaning to be nosy. Her face is frozen. "You know, cause I was nice enough to let you sit here."
She glances around the cafe, then takes off her sunglasses.
OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SITTING WITH FLORENCE PUGH AN-
"Weren't you in Little Women?" You calmly ask.
"You really didn't recognize me?" Florence's eyes study your face.
"Not until you took the sunglasses off. What's your name?"
Wow, you are holding it together really well.
"You don't know my name?"
You give her a defeated smile. "No, I do. I'm just trying to be civil."
She smiles slightly. "Thanks."
You nod.
"What's your name?"
You almost trip up for a moment. Florence Pugh wants to know your name? "Y/N."
"Nice to meet you Y/N." She gives you a genuine smile. "What brought you to this cafe today?"
You hold up your book. "I planned on trying to study."
Florence reads the cover. "That sounds boring."
"It is," you laugh and put the book back down. "What about you?"
"Reading through a script." She flips her computer around and you see a movie script. "Trying to decide if I should agree to this project or not."
"Do you think you will?"
She nods slowly. "I really like the character. Sounds like a good opportunity for me."
"Then I think you should take it."
Florence smiles. "Well if you think so, maybe I should."
You smile.
"Do you come here to study a lot?" She suddenly asks.
"When I feel like walking up that big hill." You roll your eyes.
"Well, I think you're a really nice person to talk to. Let me know when you'll be here again." She passes you a little slip of paper. You pick it up.
It's her phone number.
Flufftober dayyyyy 4? Thx for reading, don't steal.
Buy me a coffee?
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