From Me Too | George MacKay
requested: Hi! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is really good friends with florence pugh and florence thinks that the reader and george mackay are perfect for each other so she sets them up and they fall in love from the moment they met? i hope it’s not that confusing hehe love your work btw!! (send me some requests!)
warnings: Fluff
word count: 2,267
a/n: Thank you so much for sending in this request! ♡ It’s way longer than I had first anticipated it being so I hope that’s okay.
“I’m telling you, Y/N, you and George would really like each other and I’m not just saying that!” It’s the same line Y/N has heard a handful of times before, just with a different variation to it which always made the woman roll her eyes at her friend. Heavy sigh falls from her lips as she leans back in her chair, head rolling to the side as her eyes squinted ever so slightly at Florence who only stared back with a look of mischievous gleaming in her eyes, a faux innocent pout and furrow of her eyebrows. “Flor, I’ve told you, I don’t have time for that stuff right now.” She’s said it so many times that she’d begun to not believe herself anymore. Was she really that busy that she couldn’t even meet the guy?
The thought of it made her nervous, she hadn’t put herself out there like that in a while and she wasn’t sure if she was really ready to date again after such a long time. Then again, she thought to herself, if she didn’t do it now, the possibility of it ever happening would just get pushed out further and further until she was one of those ladies who never settle down, and just adopts 12 dogs and 4 cats, and maybe a couple of fish too. A groan leaves her lips at the thought of it as her fingers comb through her hair, gripping at the roots while her other hand rested upon the table, her fingertips drumming against the wood. She made the mistake of looking back up to Florence, who smiled encouragingly as if she knew the struggles she was facing in her mind. “You won’t regret this, and if you do, then at least you put yourself out there.” Curse herself for becoming friends with such an amazing, strong-minded person. The hand that was entangled in her hair fell to her lap as she let out a defeated sigh, eyes closing for just a moment, “Fine. I’ll do it.” Little did Y/N know, it was the same struggle on the other side of the line. George was hesitant but still less than she had been to meet him. His reasoning behind not being so sure about this was that it seemed like his career was at a point where he’d be busy a lot of the time. After 1917, he had been reached out to by a lot of companies in the hope he might consider coming for an audition. Not to mention all of the interviews he was still doing with his co-star. So, between that and just trying to live a somewhat normal life with his family, there seemed to be hardly any time for dating at the moment. Don’t get him wrong, though, he wanted to meet this woman named Y/N, he’d heard so much about her from Florence practically bragging up how amazing she was. He wanted to put a face to the name already, as his curiosity was only growing stronger about her. What was the worst that could happen? So, he had finally said yes to the proposal.
Y/N stared at her reflection, nerves balling up in her stomach making it feel like there were a thousand butterflies in her. Her fingertips picked at the fabric of her shirt. This was maybe the worst part about the whole date, picking out the perfect outfit. She liked the one she had on, it was a nice middle ground, not too fancy but also not exactly casual either, but it didn’t stop her from worrying. “Are you sure this looks good?” She fussed, turning around to look at Florence who sat on her bed with a satisfied smile on her face, “Yes, I’m sure. You look beautiful and I’m sure George is going to think the same thing.” In return to her comment, Y/N gave a nod of her head exhaling a big sigh trying to breathe out all of her nerves. She felt beautiful and that gave her some confidence, and as much as she was nervous, she was also excited. It seemed as though it’d been such a long time coming for her to meet the man named George, who supposedly was perfect for her as much as she was for him. At that point, she just wanted to meet him finally. She could feel the palms of her hands growing sweaty as she chewed at the inside of her lip, she began to think about how different they were. He was a brilliant actor, well known for his work and well, she was just Y/N, she wasn’t known for anything. She wasn’t one to be starstruck over celebrities and that much was obvious considering one of her best friends was Florence Pugh, another amazing actress. She couldn’t help but worry that he wouldn’t want to date anyone that wasn’t in the same industry as him as it wouldn’t be easy for him to talk about the struggles, with her not really understanding it in the same way. The idea was silly to think that, and even if he was like that, then he obviously wasn’t the one for her. Though, just as quick as that thought entered her mind, she shook it away with a soft sigh. From what she’s heard about him through Florence, he wasn’t like that, he was really down to earth, a gentleman and very sweet which was highly reassuring to her because she wasn’t sure if she would have accepted otherwise. “I have a great feeling about this, I just know that you two are going to get along so well. I expect to be the first to be told when you two are engaged.” A sharp gasp is heard throughout the room, “Florence!” Y/N’s face had turned an aggressive red, the tips of her ears burning as she shook in her head in disbelief at her friend. By the tone of her voice and faux innocent smile on her face, she could see that Florence was just joking but it was too embarrassing for her. “My God, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were already planning our wedding…” Her hands rub against her pants, trying to soothe herself. A wink is given in Y/N’s direction, a smirk dripping with mischievous, “You never know, maybe I am.”
Any excitement she had felt now vanished in the pit of nerves that was eating at her, her stomach was swirling in a fit. Her fingertips drummed against her thigh as she sat not so patiently. She was very aware of Florence looking at her, “Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. I promise.” The nervous woman gave a nod of her head before letting out a deep sigh, which worked slightly to soothe her. She wondered if George was as nervous as she was. Turns out he was, he had tried about 5 different outfits before he finally settled on one and had fussed with his hair so much that he had to put more hair product in his hair in order for it to look okay again. He hadn’t been this nervous for a date in a while, maybe it was because he hadn’t actually met the woman yet, and Florence hyping her up so much. He seriously felt like a teenage boy going on a date with the prettiest girl in school - a nervous wreck. His stomach was in a fit of butterflies and nerves as he swallowed deeply, exiting his car while checking his watch only to see that he was a little early. This led him to believe she wouldn’t be there yet although what he didn’t know was that Y/N and Florence had also arrived a bit early and were also making their way to the small cafe that Florence decided on. His eyes had been glued on the ground the whole time that he made the small walk from his car to the cafe, and when he looked up, he was very shocked to see the familiar blonde and a face he hadn’t seen before. Quickly putting two and two together, he froze and his eyes grew wide, lips parting. He gazed at the woman he guessed was Y/N, soaking in every feature of hers, finding that he was holding his breath. Cheeks grew hot and turned a shade of pink, his heart just about to burst from his chest. Has he ever seen someone so beautiful? Certainly not … was this what love at first sight was like? Y/N’s eyes scanned her surroundings as she walked, she hadn’t been in this area before but she thought it was beautiful. It seemed very quiet and peaceful, which helped a lot to calm her down quite a bit - she was thankful for it. It wasn’t until her eyes settled in front of her that she found herself coming to a very sudden halt, an explosion of butterflies erupting in her stomach, as she found staring at George. He was a lot taller than she was expecting, as Florence failed to mention it in all the times she spoke about him. His hair was tousled, but not in a messy way if that made any sense and it made her want to run her finger through it. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue and they knocked the breath from her chest. She’d seen maybe one picture of him after begging her friend to show her one - she knows she could’ve just looked him up but that felt weird and wrong - but it really did him no justice. He was stunning. She noted the faint shade of pink that dusted over his somewhat tanned face, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips involuntarily. He was beautiful, and she was completely enamored. She found herself feeling dizzy for a second, could this be love at first sight? Her thoughts mirrored his own. “George! Good to see you, I’m sure you’ve guessed it by now but this is the lovely Y/N I’ve told you so much about.” For a moment, she didn’t really process what was happening until she did, and then she found herself blushing as well, her smile growing but now it had become shy. Her fingers working to tuck her hair behind her ear as she followed her friend closer to him. Her eyes never once left him, and she couldn’t help but notice how he too seemed to have been knocked from deep thought like she had been a moment prior. Meeting one another in the middle, they found themselves gazing into one another’s eyes, having completely forgotten about the world around them, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N.” George says, his voice deep and smooth, almost like honey, giving Y/N a feeling she couldn’t quite explain. “And you, George.” She responds, offering her hand for him to shake as she suddenly remembers her manners. As he took her hand, she noticed how it was warm and soft, despite the few calluses he had. His touch felt right to her, as did hers to him. It was just like Florence had said, maybe they were perfect for one another.
It was considerably later now, hours have passed since they first sat down. The sun now setting outside which made the dimmed lights in the cafe much more noticeable. They had decided to sit at a table in the corner where it was slightly more private with there being other people there as well. They could both agree that the date was going much better than either of them had expected. Any worried thoughts they’d had before? Vanished the moment they made eye contact with another. A laugh bubbled from Y/N’s chest, finding herself leaning forward at a joke George had made. It was amazing, she had been so nervous and hesitant to even go on the date with him and now she was having an amazing time. She felt so comfortable with him and that was the weirdest part of it all, not usually being so open and comfortable so fast. It really just felt right, almost as though she was a puzzle piece and he was the only part that fit perfectly with her. A happy sigh fell from her lips, tilting her head to the side slightly, “It’s funny, I feel like I know you already from Florence telling me about you, even though I don’t really.” She thinks out loud earning a nod from the man. “I know right? I feel the same way. It’s like I‘ve known you for a while when in reality we’ve only just met.” He says in agreement with a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners and faint dimples appearing. Those were some little things that Y/N had taken note to in the time they’d spent together, finding her eyes would always linger which in return made faint blushes appear on her face. A content smile made its way on her face, resting her chin on the table and propping her chin on the outside of her hand. There’s a moment of silence and it’s comfortable, then she speaks again, “I think I might have to thank Florence later for doing this.” George smiles softly at this, leaning forward slightly too so they were only a few inches apart. Their noses almost brushing together and their lips ghosting over each other's, “When you do, give thanks from me too.”