𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿/𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

morning ruffle - fp

florence pugh

very short
light pepper of hypersensitivity

not proofread <3

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ever since flo had cut her hair it had practically been a part of the two of yours' morning routine

an unspoken action that has taken place every morning without fail...

florence's morning hair ruffle

every morning the both of you would get up and make breakfast together and somewhere in the process, weaving around one another, you would place a hand in her short blonde hair and ruffle it

words were never exchanged between you two in the morning, neither of you being big morning people. the start of the day was reserved for comfortable silences and light, lingering touches

you and flo never spoke about the action but it strangely brought the latter some comfort. so, when the simple task of breakfast was completed and she still hadn't received the ruffle, her morning felt somewhat lacking and incomplete

"hey bubs, are you okay ?" she asked, the pout she was sporting evident in her voice

"hmm, yeah. are you ?" she didn't believe you. how could she, your words said one thing but your body another. your arms kept pulling at your pj top's collar, then the sleeves and so on. you had already thrown the socks you were once wearing across the room like they had offended you some how. you were visibly getting irritated

"i'm alright but you're clearly not" she walked over to you and with a gentle touch, stilled your arms

"florence, i'm fine" to be honest, the lack of pet name made her frown. you only tried to free your arms to continue picking at your top

"oi, look at me" softly grabbing your chin and turning your head to look at her. the both of you locked eyes, yours flooding with tear threating to spill whilst hers clouded with worry

"hey, hey, hey" flo cupped your face and ran her thumbs across your cheeks "talk to me"

"it's scratching my skin, it- it- everything just-" everything about the item of clothing seems to scratch, the tag of it making you want to rip it in half, the inside thread rubbing your skin, the sleeves suffocating your arms

"it's sensory overload, baby" she whispered to you

your head darted to the door where you hear faint claws walk down the hallway

"it's billie" she reminded you

"now, let's get you changed and somewhere comfy, yeah ?"

after going back to your shared room, changing into some shorts and one of florence's short sleeved tops you felt a little more at ease being able to find comfort in her scent

"right, so, i've removed the duvet so it isn't too heavy and you feel suffocated, got that blanket that doesn't catch on your skin, i know you don't like the material..." she rambled, pacing around the room to make sure everything was perfect

"hey" you approached the blonde and placed your hands on her shoulders to halt her movements "i love you, it's perfect... you're perfect, thank you" with that you pecked her forehead and ruffled her hair, granting a content sigh which didn't go unnoticed by you

"i've been waiting for that" flo spoke all dreamy with her eyes closed

"what... this ?" you ruffled her blonde locks again, earning a hum

the rest of the morning was spent with you laying your head on flo's lap while she played with your hair, not wanting to tie it up to irritate you but also knowing if the strands touch your bare skin your skin would feel like it was crawling. holding it in her hands was the best option, it also meant she could weave it between her fingers which calmed her a great deal

and to top it off she got a double dose of her morning hair ruffle

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i just really want to ruffle flo's hair... ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ