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currentlyfckingurmom · 10 months

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Until My Lungs Give Out

Florence Pugh x reader

You sat a few rows back from the front, watching the stage with a dorky smile on your face. Your best friend, Chris Evans, had invited you to be his plus one to the Oscar’s. As an up-and-coming musician, you’d been to award shows, but they paled in comparison to this.

The room thrummed with anticipation as the actor on stage announced the next award. “And the winner of Best Actress in a Leading Role goes to…Michelle Yeoh for Everything Everywhere All at Once!”

You cheered and clapped along with everyone else, but couldn’t help the tinge of disappointment you felt. “I was hoping Florence Pugh would win,” you tell Chris.

“Yeah, cause you have a crush on her,” he laughs.

“No! Because she’s an extremely talented actress and I respect her work!”

“Yeah, okay.”

Later on at the after party, you were making your way back to Chris and some other friends with your next round of drinks. Somewhere between the third and fourth round, you had lost the blazer of your suit and were left in a lacy corset top. Laughing as you see Chris dancing like an idiot, you fail to notice the blonde walking in front of you.

Your paths collide. You manage to avoid getting her soaked in alcohol, with only a couple of the glasses tipping over on the tray.

“Oh shit! Oh, god, I am so sorry,” you say at the same time she says “I’m sorry! I didn’t see you!”

“Guess I should pay more attention to where I’m going,” you chuckle as you stand up the fallen glasses. It’s then that you look up and realize exactly who you had just run into. “Holy shit, you’re Florence Pugh.”

“That I am,” she smiles softly. “Okay, so you know my name. I think it’s only fair that I know yours.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you greet, extending a handshake. You try not to revel in how soft her hands are.

“Pleased to meet you.”

“Wait, like the singer?”

“That’s me,” you nod shyly.

“That’s so cool!”

“Thank you. I’m surprise you know my music. I’m still pretty small in the industry. Look, I’m, I should probably get back to my friends. They’re waiting on their drinks. But I’d love it if you came and hung out with us for a while?”

“I’d love to,” she smiles. “Lead the way.”

Chris only chastises you mildly for the spillage of the drinks, but you hand him one of the in-tact drinks and patted his arm with a false pout. Florence blended in perfectly with your little group of friends, joking with Sebastian and ganging up on you with Chris.

You’re way more drunk than you think as you ask Florence to dance with you. She agrees with an excited look in her fierce, glassy eyes.

The beat thrums in your chest as you spin her around, jumping up and down with no rhythm. Your laughs are careless and free, and you don’t ever want the song to end.

But, as reality goes, the song ended and another came on. You groaned at the familiar beat, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

“Oh my god, it’s your song!” Florence yells. “Why do you look like someone just kicked your puppy?”

“I don’t know, it’s just weird. I’m not embarrassed of my music but it’s really personal and it’s just awkward sometimes.”

“Well, I can understand that. But rest assured, I love this song,” she whispers with a glint in her eye.

You swallow nervously as she grabs your hand and pulls you closer.

What becomes of I

After we have died?

Belly up and scream

Life’s a bitter feeling

You could be anything

Anything you want

Oh, you know better

Don’t you know better? Yeah

Florence sings along and you have a hard time processing the fact that she knows the words to your song.

You could do what you choose

You’d abuse it all

Oh, you know better

Don’t you know better?

Your muscles loosen up as your hands find her waist. Your body swings with hers as you both scream the lyrics like fools.

So I made a mistake

Wound up on the floor

With something inside my veins

Maybe i have no place

It keeps me at war

Belly up and be saved, my child

Florence’s hands roam your body, setting your cheeks ablaze.

Stuffed with corporate lies

Stretched on a disguise

Reach inside the dark

Hands are ripped apart

A dangerous smirk rests on her face and your stomach clenches at the sight, wanting nothing more than to kiss it off her pretty face.

You could be anything

Anything you want

Oh you know better

Don’t you know better? Yeah

You could do what you choose

You’d abuse it all

Oh you know better

Don’t you know better

The song continues, as do the sway of your bodies, growing closer with each beat. Her face draws nearer to yours, her heavy breath ghosting your lips. Before you have a chance to close the gap, she laughs and pulls away, leading you by the hand off the dance floor.

“What do you say we get out of here? I know a twenty-four hour taco place that’ll change your life.”

“Yeah, absolutely,” you agree. I’d go anywhere with you.

You think you should feel a little silly walking into a greasy taco joint, dressed to the nines at two in the morning, but with Florence by your side, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Your orders were ready in less than five minutes and you tore into the paper bag, practically moaning at the delicious carne asada tacos.

“See? I told you. Life-changing.”

“You were so right. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.”

She sees something over your shoulder that makes her eyes light up. Curious, you turn around to see what she’s scheming. You spot a karaoke stage and immediately tense up.

“No. Nuh-uh. No way. Don’t even suggest it, Florence.”

“Aw, come on! It’ll be fun,” she pouts. You wish you could resist it. She must see your resolve crumble, you think, because she grabs your hand and drags you to the stage with a smile on your face. “I won’t do one of your songs, I promise.”

You roll your eyes dramatically as she selects “Sober/Hungover.” She fails to notice your reaction and immediately immerses herself in the music. You sing along perfectly, not needing the screen to tell you the lyrics. You made them, after all.

When the song finishes, you laugh with Florence as the restaurant crew claps and cheers from behind the counter.

“Hey, Flo? You know I wrote that song, right?” You asked with a slight blush, laughing.

“Wait, what?” Her smile drops. “Did you really?!” You nod and she slaps you on the chest, mumbling something along the lines of you could’ve told me.

“I wrote and sold a lot of songs before I got the courage to sing them myself. That’s one of ‘em.”

“Oh. Well I’m glad you started singing them yourself. You have a beautiful voice.” You blush at the compliment. “What made you finally record your own songs?”

“Um, my mother died unexpectedly of a heart attack. I wrote a song for her, and I couldn’t bring myself to sell it, but I knew I wanted the world to hear it.”

“I’m so sorry, darling. I’ll bet she’s proud of you.”

“I hope so.”

Sensing the night coming to a close, you share a moment of silence, risking small glances at one another.

“Hey, Flo? This might sound a little crazy, considering we’ve only known each other a few hours. But I really don’t want this night to end.”

“Me neither.”

“Maybe you could come back to mine? I’ve got a song that I’d really like your input on.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she smiles genuinely.

Back at the apartment, you give her a small tour, stopping in your bedroom to pull out comfier clothes for each of you. You silently thank your past self for cleaning up your messy apartment the day before. She changes in the bathroom while you change in your room, and then you lead her to your in-home studio.

You try to calm your nerves as you prepare to play the song, but your hands shake a bit. Your songs are so personal to you; it’s like opening your diary and pouring your heart and soul out for the world to see.

“Y/N, you don’t have to show me if you’re not comfortable. I’m happy to be here either way.”

“No, no, I want to. This song I’ve been working on is really close to me. I want you to hear it before anyone else does.”

She doesn’t say it, but the fact that you’re showing her this song before anyone else pulls at her heart strings.

You blow out a slow breath, adjusting your grip on the guitar . Florence sits silently next to you.

Your fingers begin to dance across the strings, the muscles recognizing the familiar pattern.

“Take my soul, take my heart

Tear me apart

If I’m good for anything

It’s all of this suffering

So use me for parts

To you I’m just salvage

I ain’t ran right in years

So drive me then gut me

Deceive and fuck me

And then disappear

Take all my jokes

And tell them to them

And act like your someone

That could be someone worth loving

And steal all the good parts you found in me

Yeah you’ll sell ‘em quick, yeah,

You’ll sell em cheap

Hey, you’ll give ‘em for free

But I cleaned all my pistons

I’m runnin’ on 91

And I’m piecing myself back off the shelf

One by one

And now I’ve got a driver

Who chooses the high road

They don’t use me for scraps

Or throw my ass back

When I hit potholes

And I’m flyin’ down freeways, going 117

And a ‘68 Fastback looks like a hatchback racing me

I believe, you cannot tear down what’s built up strong now, thankfully

Oh, I believe that you cannot tear down what’s built up strong now, thankfully

And I’m flying down freeways, going 117

And a ‘68 Fastback looks like a hatchback next to me”

You finish the song, setting the guitar down on its stand next to your stool. You risk a nervous glance at Florence, but you can’t really read her expression. Her eyes are wide and glassy and her lips are parted slightly.

“So…did you like it?”

She darts forward, placing a quick peck on your lips. She's gone before you have the chance to reciprocate. You look at her with wide eyes, shocked by what just happened.

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry. I totally misread that, didn’t I? It’s just—we were clicking so well and then we came back here and you played that song and it’s— I guess guitars really do work on girls because-“

You cut her off by leaning forward and pressing your lips to hers. She makes a small shocked noise before melting into you, bringing her hands to the back of your neck and head. You pull her in closer by the waist, kissing her lips soft and slow.

“You didn’t misread anything, Florence,” you whisper when you break apart.

“I think I quite like it when you sing.”

“If it prompts that reaction, I’d sing until my lungs give out.”

Music: “Belly Up” by Return to Dust, “Sober/Hungover” by Sueco & Arizona Zervas, and “68 Fastback” by Zach Bryan

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tgarrett26 · 10 months

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I would like to request about marvel cast x singer ari! Reader headcanon, please

Marvel cast x singer like Ariana Grande headcannons:

•Mackie would challenge sing-offs

•Sebastian would have a new karaoke buddy, it wouldn’t be every time in consideration of his confidence, but I’m sure you would help boost it.

•Evans would love a new car karaoke buddy, and you would definitely be it.

-He’d hype you up on high notes and try to mimic it once you leave the vehicle.

•Scarlett would love to have you join in on a live stream where she occasionally sings some of her old songs.

-She even sneaks a peek at you singing one of her newer ones when in the wardrobe trailer (who knows?)

•Ruffalo would be astounded, the kind and warm soul he is.

•Renner could never be jealous of your talents, but he understands his daughter’s appreciation for them and he wonders how you’d sing with his lyrics.

•Hemworth is not one to carry a tune, but you make him wish he could.

•Downey’s easy at boosting ego, but he’s kind with his compliments as ‘my daughter wishes you’d sing her to sleep too often for my heart, I don’t blame her though’ when you were too nervous to sing on camera per directors request for a scene.

•The Benedicts love dancing to your voice, they enjoy using your hums to get into character when the wifi is iffy or their music just gets repetitive for them.

•Paul Rudd is probably your biggest fan of all the cast members, but who can blame him when you have a vocal range as vast as the streaming options for film requests in the screening room?

•Brie Larson is one h*ll of a singer herself, but she appreciates your join-in when you’re over at hers for a house day or getting ready in the makeup trailer.

•Colbie Smulders? She’s a lover when it comes to your music, I’ve never heard so many pop songs come from her car (even before you joined the cast).

•The Toms? Their music taste is one of the most intriguing parts about them, but Holland can’t help himself with your classics and Hiddleston squeals when he hears your voice-whether it’s from a recording or live.

•Lizzie Olsen is not one to back away from some things and your joyous vocals are one of them, she can’t help herself when the light and airy tone of yours wafts in her surroundings.

•The directors easily get irritated by the interruptions on set by you breaking into song when something goes wrong, but why not break out or character completely when something goes awry?

•The crew is grateful they can hear you sing w/o having to buy tickets though they wonder if Corden will ever be able to get you on Carpool Karaoke if he can.

Honorable Mentions:

•Daniel Brühl is one heck of an Ari fan if I’ve ever heard one, but he beams when he thinks if you’re about to sing.

•Florence Pugh is always ready to listen to your music, but her expectations are always lifted when your voice starts.

•Emily Vancamp has broken character too many times if she hears you from afar, but it just makes her smile and she can’t help it.

•Hayley Atwell is not one to sing often, but her light voice carries and for it to mix with yours just makes her beam and get into it farther.

•Chadwick was only in a movie or so with you, but he was no stranger to your vocals even before he met you.

-He and Letitia had their fair-share of lip-synch battles to your songs, but neither of them have ever been willing to admit it.

•Xochitl has filmed one too many videos of her dancing to your music, but her moves and your lyrics are a Marvel-made match that won’t be beat (even by Florence and Toby sometimes, sorry Florrie).

•Hailee Steinfeld is just waiting for the day she can meet you on set and ask for a collab because your voices together won’t be beat (I see you collab of Stitches from years ago).

#marvel cast x teen!reader

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Nobody Like You

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Singer!Reader

Summary: Florence attends one of your concerts, which you were unaware of until you spot her in the crowd.

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AC: I listened to the song you mentioned, it’s a great song although it wasn’t my type of music, so I have used one of my all-time favourite songs for this as I felt it sort of gave me the same vibe. Enjoy!

*This is a request from my old blog*

“Alright love, I’m going to go before my manger calls me again for the 50th time!” you spoked as you met Florence in the living room, snuggled up in a blanket on the sofa.

“Have a great show darling!” she smiled to you as you lent down and kissed her plump lips. “I’ll see you soon” you said against her lips.

Little did you know, under the blanket Florence was dressed and ready to surprise you. She gave you a warm smile before you left. Tonight, was one of the last shows of your tour, you played at small arena’s and mostly did acoustic songs.

You’ve been with Florence for a little over a year. Never officially making it public but there were plenty of cryptic posts about the two of you, interviews asking you about one another, fans made fan pages to show support for the relationship they weren’t aware was real. It made you and Flo giggle whenever you’d see some posts about being at an event together “can they just idk??? Kiss???” one caption would read, “I can’t get over how they look at each other!” another would read. Florence and you spoke about coming out about the relationship but the two of you were enjoying the privacy and the fun that came with it.

You stepped onto the stage in front of a welcoming ground, your guitar sat waiting for you by the microphone. Flashes from phones in the crowd never blinded you anymore as you were soon used to the bright lights and the spotlight that made you stand out more on stage.

“How are we tonight?” you spoke into the microphone, the crowd cheered in replied. “Thank you for coming out tonight, let’s get the show started yeah?” you smiled as the cheers got even louder.

This is what you’d dreamed about since you were a kid and learnt how to bang pots together. Florence had her movies and would help you with song writing sometimes given her shared talent in singing. You loved her voice and would encourage her to dabble more into the music industry like she’s mentioned so many times before. The energy of the crowd always made for a successful night, getting a kick from the idea of being able to bring people together through music and hearing people sing along to song you wrote, songs you recorded and appreciated so much.

Halfway through your set you noticed a familiar blonde in the crowd, she was singing along, dancing and every now and then would have her phone out to record you. It was hard to tell if it really was Florence as you were sure she was at home watching movies with her feet up. But once one of the spotlights hit her on the right angle you knew it was Florence. You couldn’t hide the big smile on your face once the two of you caught eyes, she gave you a small wave and you threw her a playful wink as you continued the show.

The fans demanded an encore, you could hear the chanting from your dressing room as you changed into an outfit that didn’t feel as hot and sweaty. You walked out with your guitar, again, the crowd’s cheers were loud and clear.

“I hope you guys can sing this one with me” you said before starting one of your most popular songs, the fans screamed once they caught on and sang along with you, never missing a lyric.

“Before I go tonight, I just want to thank everybody who made tonight happened, my band, my team backstage, family, friends, every single one of you guys in this room tonight mean more to me than you’ll ever know! I want to end this magically night with a song that I’ve been working on recently.

This song is one of my own favourites and” you paused as you looked over at Florence, “this song is about my girlfriend” you added. The crowd got louder than ever as they scanned the room for the girlfriend you were talking about. Fans standing closest to Florence were the first to quickly point out she was in the audience. Some fans followed your eyes which were glued to Florence’s as she stood proudly with a smile, sending you a soft nod to say it was okay to finally be able to tell the world.

You started strumming your guitar, the fan’s attention drew back to you fast, camera’s out and ready to record the special moment.

“I’ve never had nobody like you”

“You take the edge off the pain, yeah. They’re always asking what’s your name, yeah But you ain’t falling for that game, yeah You know that Imma do the same, yeah”

“It aint your figure or your frame, yeah it’s just the feeling that you bring, yeah I can’t let you slip away, Girl, I need you in my space”

“I’ve been through it, I’ve been through it I’ve had some girls and they damn make want to lose it, But you give my heart a break, you take my far away you take me faraway”

“I’ve never had nobody like you”

After the show you went backstage to gather your things, you felt a set of warm arms wrap around your waist, a big smile covered your lips once more. “I’m so proud of you” Florence spoke before resting her head on your shoulder, “I thought you were at home” you looked at her through the mirror, she smiled, “you think I wanted to miss your show so close to home?” she replied. You turned around and faced her, she moved her arms to rest around your neck as your hands found her hips. “You better record that song because I want to listen to it every day” she smiled once more. “Anything for you” you kissed her softly. She pulled you in and deepened the kiss. Once pulling away for air, you both just sunk into each other’s hold “does this mean you’ll do a duet with me now?” you asked. “Maybe” she smirked.

“The car is ready for you” your manger spoke after knocking on the door.

“Just a moment” you looked over at her before looking back to Florence, “I just want to soak this in since the world knows now” you whispered. Florence kissed you once more before hugging you tightly, “I love you my darling” she whispered.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction

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dimepdf · 2 years

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So I seen your wired Joe Keery x reader fic and I really loved it alot!! I was wondering if you can make different interview(probably with jimmy Fallon) with the same reader or different if you have time!!^^

𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓. + 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐘

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synopsis. Y/n's viral trending interview where she shuts down rumors about her marriage that has got Twitter in a chokehold.

pairing. joe keery x reader

word count. 1.7k

genre and warnings. milf!actor!singer!reader, VMA’s award, social media fic, mentions of depression, black coded, dilf!joe, parent fic, voice claim: Adele, marriage not beta read | — read the first part one here if you want, they're connected. sorry this took so long <3

Y/n L/n shares details, pics, and heart throbbing memories from Joe Keery wedding weekend.

Y/n L/n The normally private celebrity gave her Instagram followers a sneak peek inside her fairytale wedding to husband Joe Keery.

In a private ceremony at L’Olivetta, a villa owned by Dolce & Gabbana, in Portofino, Italy on Sunday, May 22. All of their closest friends and family members watched as the couple swapped vows surrounded by wildflowers and dreamy nature.

Tying the knot with her husband, Joe Keery, wearing a dress described by Vogue as “a custom off-the-shoulder lace bodice embellished with tiny pale pink and white flowers and seed pearls, layered with tulle for volume, and laced for a fairytale look.”

The ceremony was very private and protected for the famous stars, with less than 30 friends and family members gathered to watch the couple.

Even details of the event were scarce in the days immediately following it. Until Y/n let her fans and the world know by sharing a few photos from her big day.

The first post shows her and Keery exchanging their vows surrounded by their loving family members and friends.

The 26-year-old actress posted a video of herself walking down the aisle to Lord Huron's "The Night We Met," which she and Keery, 30, thought was the "most romantic love song."

The video gives us enough details of how stunning her dress truly looked in addition to some of the details of her dazzling edgy makeup.

Keery and L/n’s romantic history is like something out of a romantic romcom, when the two first met in 2017 as co-stars during the production of the show “Stranger Things” second season.

By the end of the season premier, the two actors were spotted around more and more, until their public announcement was posted that they were in fact a couple just keeping it on the low away from the media.

Unbeknownst to their fans, Y/N took to Instagram in 2019 to make a surprise announcement: she was not only pregnant, but she had already given birth to their beautiful son, Graham.

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"I'm here with one of the biggest icons of this generation, Y/n / L/n has grown to become a household name since her start in the spotlight of Stranger Things, showing off amazing talents as well as starting her admirable music career, added to being a mother on top of that." The interviewer announced to the camera a very dazzling Y/n standing next to her with a contented smile, adorned in expensive jewelry.

Her makeup look was dark and dramatic with earthy tones that paired well with the main attraction: the dress.

The trailing sheer maxi dress sparkled in hand sewn pearls and different shades of brown beads that covered all of the parts that mattered, with a deep v-line tuck that stopped at the mid of her torso and long flared sleeves that were perfect against her brown skin.

"Y/n, this is your first music awards appearance. How are you feeling today?"

"Oh, I'm always nervous, but mostly excited to be in the company of so many talented artists. It sort of feels weird not watching from behind a screen." Y/n chuckled, folding her arms to cover her chest; her outfit was already trending on Twitter.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you, what made you want to break away from just acting in the first place?" The lady leaned in as Y/n nodded her lips, pouting a bit as she thought about the question.

"Honestly, my husband Joe, he makes his own music and I've always just been drawn to everything that he writes. He definitely played as a huge inspiration for pushing me into songwriting; without him, I probably wouldn't even know where to start." Her response was humble, pulling on the heartstrings of all of the fans watching that adored the couple.

Y/n has received nominations for a number of awards for her debut album, after breaking into the mainstream with an ep written with her husband Joe Keery, the musical duo collaborating on award-winning songs including their music videos that had collected 3 billion views all together.

Fans conspired, claiming that the album was a response to the media harassing the actress to the point of hospitalization in 2019, with the hit song, Easy On Me, even reaching global charts.

Y/n struggling with the experience of being a new mother paired with Hollywood's nastiest, the couple unbeknownst separated during the time because of the stress.

In 2022, all secrets were revealed with the release of the song's music video.

Y/n directed a 20-minute short film depicting all the emotions and things she had to go through during and even after her pregnancy. With being thrust into the media spotlight, the actress expressed through her lyrics how it took a mental toll on her in some scenes and even talked about heavier topics like suicide.

Y/n uses her music to show fans how truly unhappy she was in her early days of acting and how she was able to heal with the love and support of her now-husband, Joe Keery, and son.

The media was excited to finally see her perform live for the first time since her parody song in 2017 with the Stranger Things cast, her album being promoted virally online as many of her fans couldn't wait to be brought to tears watching the star get the recognition that she truly deserved.

Racking up nominations for: video of the year, artist of the year, song of the year, best new artist, video for good, album of the year, best cinematography, best direction and best longform video.

"I know that I am personally happy that you’re here. There was a rumor going around that you would even be coming."

"Girl, this LA traffic is a mess. I had to lie in the backseat of a van for two hours so I wouldn't crease my dress and don’t even get me started on the heat. My makeup was melting the entire time. I was thinking about just calling it and telling the driver to turn around, but luckily I had my support."

"Yes, it doesn't get pretty hot here. Your dress is so amazing, by the way, you look so stunning. Was that support that you needed, your husband and cast mates that decided to also make an appearance to help cheer you on?"

"Oh lord no, it wasn’t Joe. He was in the van with me annoying the hell out of me. It was my son Graham. It's his first award show and—fingers crossed—if I end up winning anything, I would like him to be there to thank him since he’s the entire reason why the album even exists."

"To elaborate, in the very inmate-looking music video for All Night Parking, you had Hollywood hottie Sebastion Stan as your love interest. How was filming some of those scenes as well as how did Joe feel being behind the camera being the one to film those scenes?"

"He was actually the one that brought up the casting in the first place, but there wasn't really any awkwardness there. The environment in general was just really comforting and I remember we had to do that many times because I kept making Sebastian laugh. It was just all a mess since we were all friends." Y/n answered professionally, staying clear of any negative rumors spreading about her marriage.

"I have just one more question that I know that the fans at home are curious about as well. In your album you talk a lot about your past experiences as well as your break in relationship with Joe, but fans have been theorizing a lot online about your song. Rumor has it, some of the songs may bring up a theme of someone cheating in the relationship or the song was a shade towards actress Maika Monreo, who in the past has had a relationship with Joe. What are your thoughts on those theories? "

After the question was asked, fans watching held their breath, actually surprised that the interviewer would even be disrespectful enough to ask that question to Y/n’s face, the actress sighing, knowing that the headlines would catch up to her at some point.

"Neither actually. The song was actually written about one of my less loyal ex's. I don't write music to spite anyone, nor do I really plan to in the future." The answer came off more stiff, Y/n's tone shifting from friendly to stern at just a snap of the finger.

The interviewer almost crumbling from the weight of the actress's blank stare.

"Of course! Well, I just wanted to feed the fans, you know, we’re all just so excited to see you perform." In the interview, in hopes of saving her career.

Y/n exits away from the frame of the camera with an eye roll, already being used as a meme online.

33,048 Comments sorted by top comments….

User: Y/n..makes an album hoping to cope with her trauma wanting to move on with her life and heal. Interviewers..brings up her trauma for clout.

User: bro the amount of disrespect Y/n has to face baffles me but the way she handles it..QUEEN BEHAVIOUR

User: Poor Y/n. It just goes to show how interviewers don’t care what they ask, they’re making money either way.

User: Y/n was just being so real. She’s so straight forward and said what needed to be said.

User: I felt like apologising to Y/n for not even doing anything

User: i never did anything to offend y/n, but i’m just gonna apologize right now. yaknow, just in case.

User: It’s weirder when you think that all these female celebrities are experiencing this behaviour ON TV. So what goes on behind closed doors? The whole industry is rotten

User: The media seriously owes an apology to women, BIGTIME.

User: the way that Y/n snapped and stood up for Joe yet was still able to keep it classy and professional gave me so much more respect for her.

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hi there! really love your work especially for florence! 😍

I guess this is kind of an AU, I’m a real simp when it comes to flo singing or anything music related. would it be possible if you could do a scenario where flo works as a singer/performer at a live music bar/pub, has been friends and eventually head over heels with R but has been stuck in a toxic relationship with s/o and flo has been discreetly convincing R that there’s someone (flo obviously HEHE) out there who would treat R better, so flo decides to write a song and invites R to come watch flo perform, as the song is dedicated to R, although R has a dilemma of fixing things with the toxic s/o, or watch flo perform instead …

GAHHH it’d be great if this ends with a big fluff! the song can be anything, could be the actual songs she made or just a song recommendation that would fit the situation. I hope you can continue with the rest of the details cuz i know for sure I’ll enjoy reading it nonetheless! 🧡🙏🏻

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

paring: au!florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, hurt/comfort, r deserving better, toxic relationship, flo super in love with r, proofread but let me know about any mistake

warning(s): mentions of consuming alcohol, mentions of domestic violence (nothing explicit tho), gaslight, abusive boyfriend, gaslight, mentions of psychological abuse, language, grammatical error, (tell me if I missed anything)

word count: 6k

note: when I first read this request I went crazy. I was like this, this is *chef's kiss* c'est magnifique. I had so many ideas for this fic and wanted it to be perfect. I also wanted it to be long, hence the 6k words. I really loved writing this. I had so many options for the song, it literally wasn't until last minute that I decided to go with that one. I really hope you like this just as much as I do, nonnie. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

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His words were venom, piercing your ears and hammering in your brain.

Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t dare to shed them, not in front of him. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction over and over again. He didn’t deserve it.

But it hadn’t always been like that —he hadn’t always been like that. As he kept on his lecture towards you about breaking that glass, your mind drift off to the day you met him.

The moment you met him you felt like he was your other half. You thought he was everything you ever wanted, desired and needed. There was something about him that made you feel at ease around him, as if you had known him your entire life. But the truth was you didn’t know him at all.

That day when the two of you crossed paths, he showed you the version of himself that he wanted you to see. He appeared to be a gentleman, always so caring and giving you everything you yearn for. And you fell for him, for his lies. You couldn’t see who he really was.

You remembered that day, you ran to find her —Florence. A big smile was plastered on your face, and it was all because of him. You told her about this man you met waiting for your coffee, you told her that you felt he was the one. She called you crazy for feeling that way about a stranger, and warned you that for all the two of you knew, he could be a serial killer. But you were too naive to listen to her, trusting your heart and not your gut, and just let yourself open up to the possibility that he could be the one person you had been looking for your whole life. The one person you had been reading all those stories about, the one person the main character fell for, the one person to fulfil you. And now he was the one person you feared.

You didn’t know how the two of you got to this point. It all changed without you even noticing it. His caring caress became careless and turned into firmed grips, leaving blue marks on your skin. His light touch turned into slaps. His sweet kisses became poisonous. His loving eyes are now gone and loveless. He was not even a shadow of the person you had met. It was as if you had imagined him, a reflection of what your heart wished for and your brain was too kind and let you fall for him.

The loud sound of the door closing made you jump, bringing you back to reality. You thanked it was over, at least for now. You were thankful that he only hit you with words. You noticed his car keys were gone, you figured he would be on his way to his favourite bar. The place he frequented everytime he would snap at you. The thought of it made you sick, as if he was the one suffering and he had to drown all his pain and sorrow by intoxicating himself, while you had to stay here, figuring out how to pick yourself up.

You stayed there, sat on the couch, reliving the last few seconds on your mind. Flashes of him screaming at you, anger all over his face, all because of a stupid fucking glass. You wanted to cry and scream all your pain away. But it wasn't going to help you at all.

You didn’t know how to get out of this, this whole fucking mess that you now got to called life, —your life. So you decided to go to the only place where you would feel safe, warm and at home. You took a look at the clock hanging on the wall. It was now 9PM, she was just getting started. If you were to leave now, you’ll be there for at least her second song.

You quickly grabbed a hoodie, put on your converse and walked out the door. You needed to go to her, you needed her to feel safe, to tell you that everything was going to be okay, you needed her to put you back together, like she always did.

The bar where Florence worked was only a block away from your apartment. And as you predicted you got there when she started to announce her next song. The loud noise of chattering filled your ears as soon as you entered the place. But soon died down as she made herself heard.

“Okay, this next one is called ‘Sweet Caroline’,” the cheering of the people cut her off, which made her chuckle. “Alright, looks like you guys know that one, so please sing along with us.”

You took a look at her, she moved so confidently on the small stage. A smile found its way into her lips. She was a natural, she was born for this. They all loved her.

A familiar chime began to play on the guitar, soon followed by Florence’s angelic voice. Although it was a more rock version of the original song, you found comfort in her voice. Soon everyone began to cheer her, and started singing along with her. But all you could focus on was her voice. You noticed the crowd clapping their hands to the beat of the drums. And then everyone lost their minds by the time of the chorus. Screaming, clapping, cheering.

You looked around yourself, taking in the atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their life, moving their bodies to the beat of the song. You believed most of them were drunk already, or maybe getting there, but every single one of them had a big smile on their face.

You envied them. You wanted to enjoy yourself along with them, get lost in the moment and just dance to Florence's voice. But you couldn't since the last few minutes of your life still were at the back of your mind. Lurking and waiting patiently for you to break once again. But then Florence’s eyes found yours in the sea of people. Her smile grew wider at the sight of you. Your lips formed into a small smile, trying not to worry her right now. You couldnt mess this up for her. She told you once that when she was up there, it was as if she was on the top of the world. So who were you to take that away from her?

But you couldn’t fool her. She knew something was wrong with you the second her eyes landed on your frame. Your fake smile could fool anyone, sometimes even her. But your eyes could never. She could see the pain in them. Something had happened to you.

Soon enough the song ended, loud cheerings and clappings filled the room.

“I just want to thank everyone here for being an amazing public,” people whooing at her words. “Please give it up for Josie, the owner, but I think you already know her,” people now were cheering for Josie. “Us being up here wouldn’t be possible without her, so, thank you Jo. Um, we are going to take a break now, but we’ll be back real quick, I promise. Enjoy your beers. Thank you.”

Florence quickly made her way off of the stage and tried to find you. You weren’t hard to find. She knew exactly where you were waiting for her. Sitting on a bar stool, a glass in your hands which she hoped was just coke, patiently waiting for her. She slowly approached towards you, placing her hand on your back so you would know she was now beside you. Ready to help you in any way she could.

“Y/n?” she softly asked you, almost whispering. But you could hear her no matter the loud noise around you. You would always find a way to listen to her calming voice.

“Hey, you!” you faked a smile. “You were absolutely brilliant up there, I loved every second.”

“Just talk to me, Y/n. I can see you’re hurting. Tell me what he did this time,” it didn’t surprise you that she already knew something had happened between you and him.

Even though she didn’t say his name, just the mention of him brought back the memories of what had happened earlier. Your eyes got watery while your mind took you back to that scene. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to not spill your tears, and all you could see was his angry face, shouting at you.

“I, um, I broke a glass, it was my fault, I–,” your own sobs cut you off.

Florence cursed under her breath.

“Oh, baby. It’s not your fault. It could never be your fault,” she hugged you. Breathing in her perfume calmed you down. “He's an asswhole,” she grabbed your face, making you look at her. “You hear me? He doesn’t deserve you, okay? You’re too good for him. You should dumb his ass tonight.”

“Flo, I don’t know–.”

“I swear I’m going to kill him, I swear, Y/n. Please, don’t go back there,” her fingertips were tracing circles in your cheeks, heat slowly creeping over your face. “ Stay at my place, yes? You can stay as long as you need to. Hell, you could stay forever for all I care,” she joked, but she actually meant what she said. “Just don’t go back to him.”

You noticed tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Guilt washing over you, because you caused them.

“I can’t leave him, Flo. He is everything I’ve ever known. Who would want someone as broken as me?”

I would. I always have. Florence thought, but she couldn't find her voice to tell you.

Instead she said, “You, Y/n, are the most kind, caring, selfless, loving person I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Anyone would be lucky to be right by your side. Damn it, Y/n. You have no idea how special you are. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, and then you’ll understand how fucking remarkable you are.”

You couldn't hold the tears any longer.

“Oh, no, don’t cry,” but it was too late. Tears were running down your cheeks. She gently wiped them out with her fingertips, but you couldn’t stop them from keeping on falling. “He doesn’t deserve your tears, baby.”

You noticed Florence’s lips on your forehead, leaving small kisses there. She then moved further down to your left cheek, kissing your tears away. Lastly, she left a kiss in the corner of your lips. Which made your stomach and skin burn. You instantly move your head her way, as if trying to find her lips. But she had already pulled back.

You didn’t know why you did that, why you felt the need to feel her lips against yours, or why you were already missing her lips on your skin. But it was now long forgotten. It was just your body reacting to touch, you told yourself. But it felt good that it was her touch.

“Stay with me, yes? At least for tonight, until we figured out what to do, okay?”

She made it sound so easy, and you wanted to believe it could be that easy. So you agreed. Tom would probably get mad at you for coming home late, or coming the next morning. But you were done thinking about him for the rest of the day. As Florence said, you two could figure something out later.

Florence stayed with you as long as she could. She spent her entire break hugging you, kissing you, and telling you sweet words. She was afraid that you would break down once again if she left you. But she had to do her job, the public, her band and Josie were counting on her. Much to her dismay, she left you, leaving kisses all over your face, promising she would be right back.

Before she got on stage, she went to Josie and asked her to keep an eye on you. Josie, ever being the kind woman she was, didn't have any kind of problem with it. She actually liked you, so she didn’t mind one bit spending time with you.

You didn’t want Florence to leave. Your heart shrunk the moment you watched her walking away from you. You already missed her and she was only a few feet away from you. Anxiety was creeping over you, your right leg bouncing and your nails picking at your fingers. You needed her soothing touch, her soft warm skin against yours, her lips kissing all your worries away. You felt the noise in the small room getting louder and louder, coming through your ears and pounding your brain. You watched as Josie got closer to you telling you something, probably just saying ‘hello’, but you couldn’t make out her words. It was all becoming too much. And all of a sudden it stopped.

“Alright, we’re back,” Florence spoke loudly through the microphone.

Your brain caught on her voice immediately, as if she was the only person in the room, maybe even in the whole universe.

People shouted as soon as they heard her voice. It seemed like they needed to hear her voice as badly as you did. But you knew you were the only one that felt that way.

“I’m glad all of you chose to stay a bit longer,” even though you could see in her eyes that she was thinking about you, she was shining, even brighter than the sun. “So, we have a few songs left for you. I hope you enjoyed yourselves tonight, and without further ado: hit it, Jake!” She called out for the drummer to start the little countdown.

Once again the sound of the guitar filled your ears, quickly followed by the drums and finally Florence’s ethereal voice. As soon as she began singing you found yourself getting lost in her —her voice. There was something so comforting about it that it made you feel at home, safe and loved. You almost thought you had forgotten how that felt, but Florence was right there to remind you.

Soon enough, you felt your anxiety fading away the more you listened to her. It almost felt like she was just signing to you, and only you. And when her eyes found yours, you finally felt at ease. Or at least that's what you wanted to think. You felt your heart picking up its pace when she sent a wink your way, a grin forming on her lips which made your stomach flip.

Suddenly a voice pulled you out from your thoughts. This time hearing her clearly.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Josie said, while refilling your glass of coke.

You took one more look at Florence before replying, she was jumping around on the stage. You smiled at that scene. Her happiness was yours.

“She’s outstanding,” you corrected her, forcing yourself to stop looking at Florence.

“You know, she talks about you all the time.”

“Does she?” the thought of Florence talking about you to Josie made you blushed.

“All the time,” she emphasised. “Doesn’t matter if it’s about how breathtaking you are, or how adorable you look in certain clothes, or when she mumbles nonstop about how important you are to her, she always finds a way to talk about you. Even if it’s just to talk shit about that asswhole you called boyfriend.”

Her words took you by surprise, but then again Florence was your best friend, of course she would talk so fondly about you. Then you realised what Josie had said about Tom.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out how to handle that part.”

“There’s no handling him, Y/n. You just need to leave his stupidass, simple as that.”

“It’s not that simple, Jo. What if he gets mad about it? What if he…?” you trailed off, not wanting to put that thought out in the world. You glanced at Florence, as if making sure she was alright.

“He’s not going to mess with her, he knows better than that. He just goes after you because you let him, honey. I’m not trying to sound mean here, I’m just trying to help you out. So, my advice to you is that you leave him, send someone to pick up your stuff and never see that motherfucker ever again.”

“I–.”

“It’s okay, hon, you don’t have to say anything,” Josie cut you off, afraid she got carried away by her emotions. “I understand you, I once was in a position like yours. And I understand how complicated it all is. I just needed you to hear it from someone who went through something similar,” she caressed your cheek, as if both trying to comfort you and herself. “Just take care of yourself, okay? Promise me you will,” you could only nod at her, a lump formed in your throat unabling you to speak up.

You watched as she went to attend her customers, her words echoing in your brain. You were so engulfed by Josie’s words that you didn’t notice that Florence was now saying goodbye to the crowd.

“Thank you, everyone for this amazing night. We’re Florence and The Pixies. Goodnight!” As soon as Florence said goodbye, people screamed and cheered one last time for her and the band.

Once Florence got off the stage, she went looking for you.

“Hey,” you noticed a thin layer of sweat was covering her body, her short blonde hair was a mess. She still looked stunning. “Let me get my things and will be on our way, okay?”

You only nodded at her, watching her back as she went on to gather her things. Minutes later you watch as she said goodbye to Jake, Karen and Camilla, her band members, and made her way back to you.

“Let’s get you home,” she said, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

You leaned into her touch, seeking warmth and safety.

“Goodnight, Jo,” the both of you said at the same time, chuckling at the exact same choice of words.

“Have fun, sweeties,” Josie sent a wink your way, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

The moment the two of you got to her car, she quickly made her way to your door and opened up for you.

“Why thank you, kind lady,” you joked while taking your seat.

“My pleasure, my dear,” she said before closing the door.

You watched as she opened the door to the backseats and tossed her bag inside. Closed the door and made her way to the driver's side.

She started the car, fastened her seatbelt, looked over at you to make sure you had yours fastened as well, and then she drove the car out of the parking lot.

“Hey, you wanna grab some food?”

“Yeah, sure. I can call that Italian restaurant you like and we can pick it up.”

“Oh, yeah. Um, I want the one that is like rice, but that’s not what they called it.”

“Risotto?” you held your laugh.

“Yeah, that one.”

You called the restaurant while Florence drove the two of you there. They told you it would be ready to pick up in twenty minutes, but you two were only five minutes away from the restaurant.

Once you got to the restaurant parking lot, Florence turned off the car while the two of you waited. Florence thought this would be the right moment to tell you about her exciting news.

“You know, I, um, I’m signing a new song tomorrow night.”

“Oh, really?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Actually, I wrote it.”

“You did? Why didn’t you tell me?” you playfully smacked her arm.

“I wanted you to listen to it once it was finished. And it’s finished now. I would love for you to hear it tomorrow night.”

“Hell, yeah. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you smiled at her, she felt her cheeks burn at the sight of you. “What is it about?”

“Well, you’ll have to hear it,” she shrugged.

“Oh, come on! Is it about an ex? Is it about Morgan? God, I hated Morgan,” you felt your throat burning at that thought.

“It’s not about Morgan,” Florence said with a playful tone, her words easing up the burning.

“Then tell me, please,” but she wasn’t going to give you an answer. “What could it be about?” you thought at loud. You gasped in realisation, “is it about me?”

Florence was biting her bottom lip, trying to hold her smile but failing miserably.

“Maybe…” she trailed off.

Your eyes winded at her answer, your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks were now red. You couldn’t believe she wrote a song about you.

[...]

You were now laying in Florence’s bed. You two were so tired that after having dinner the two of you just went to bed.

Florence thought you were already asleep, your breathing was so calmed and slowly. She gently caressed your cheek, afraid that you’ll wake up by her touch. In the dim light she could see your soft lips, slightly parted. She stared at them more than she usually would, trailing their shape with her eyes. You were so close to her that if she were to move, her lips would brush yours. Florence’s heart beating faster at the thought.

She wasn’t properly thinking, she couldn’t when you were that close to her. Your intoxicating perfume made her mind fuzzy. Or so she told herself, that she wasn’t thinking, that she was only reacting —reacting to you, your body, your lips, your scent. And so she leaned closer to you, and left a sweet kiss in the corner of your lips.

The light kiss would have probably gone unnoticed by you if it was from a different person. But it was hers, and, even though you were half asleep, your body reacted to her as it would always do. Your eyes immediately opened when you felt her lips on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were asleep,” she whispered. She was sorry for waking you up, but not for kissing you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered back.

Her eyes seemed to be a darker shade of green in the poor light, almost as if they were filled with lust. Your eyes trailed down her nose, and then her lips. The lips that you had just made contact with. You realised you were staring at them, so you quickly looked up to find her eyes.

“Y/n…” Florence trailed off. You noticed her voice got lower, making your stomach flipped.

You unconsciously licked your lips before speaking.

“Yes?”

You noticed she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat.

“I want to, um,” she looked at your lips once, as if you would understand just by the simple action. You understood perfectly. “But I don’t want to fucked things up between us.”

“It’s okay, Flossie,” you moved closer to her, your nose brushing hers, waiting for her to finally take you out of your misery.

You were both breathing heavily, the air felt thick, and you felt this sort of electricity running through your whole body.

You gasped as you watched her leaning closer and a soft moan escaped from your mouth the moment you felt her lips against yours. She tasted so sweet. Her lips felt foreign but also familiar. It felt as if you were only made to kiss her lips, and her lips only. Your heart picked up its pace. Your hand went to find her short hair, gently pulling it, earning a whimper out of her. She bit your bottom lip making you groan. She moved her lips away from yours to leave a trail of kisses and bites down your neck, marking you as hers.

“That’s going to leave a mark.”

“That’s why I did it,” even though you couldn’t see her face, you could feel the grin in her words.

You grabbed her by her chin, forcing her lips back to yours. Now that you had tasted them you couldn’t get enough of them. Your lips kissed and bit hers. Both of your tongues were dancing with each other. The quiet room was now filled with soft moans and whimpers coming out from the both of you.

You pressed her chest closer to yours, wanting to feel every inch of her body. You soon realised that your skin was on fire, your mind was clouded by thoughts of her, and although you wanted to take things further, you knew it wasn’t the right time. Not with Tom still in the picture, you would have to handle that situation and then, maybe, you could put your shit together to be what she needed.

Much to your dismay you pulled back from her, resting your forehead on hers.

“I, um,” you struggled to find the words, it was as if your brain had gotten drunk on her. “I need to take care of Tom first, okay?” Florence's heart ached at the mention of him. “I promise I will cut him off and then we can talk about this, about us, yes? Maybe after I listen to that wonderful song of yours, okay?”

You watched as stars formed in her eyes, her lips flashing you an upside down smile.

“Okay, I can do that,” she whispered, almost like she couldn't believe it was actually happening.

You put your arm around her shoulders, letting her rest her hand on your chest. Florence could feel your heartbeat, beating as fast as hers. Her arms wrapped around your waist, she didn’t want to let go of you. She breathed in your scent and found comfort in it.

You left a light kiss on her forehead, before finally closing your eyes with a smile on your face, and let exhaustion take over you. That night, you peacefully slept, wrapped in Florence’s arms. Knowing that you were safed, loved and at home. But most importantly, you were with her. And that was all you needed for your heart and mind to be at ease. Even though things would get messy the next day.

[...]

You spent almost the entire day at Florence’s. You told yourself that you only wanted to be with her, and it was true, but it was also an excuse to not face Tom. You watched as your phone lit up once again, his name covering the screen. But you ignore the call, same as the other 20 times he had called before. It was stupid to do that, it would only get him angrier. But as Josie told you, he wouldn’t dare to come near Florence, he would only mess with you.

You were scared how he would react to you breaking up with him. Although you wanted to live in the present with Florence, all your mind could think of was all the things he would say or do to convince you to stay with him.

You wanted to believe that you wouldn’t fall for lies again, but you weren’t that strong. So you could only hope that things would go well.

By nightfall, you asked Florence to drive you home. She insisted that she wanted to stay with you, in case you needed her. But you reassured her that you would be okay, besides she already had to be at Josie’s, getting ready for her show.

Before getting out of the car, you pecked her lips and promised her you would be there to hear her song. Your heart shrunk as you watched her driving away. You more than anything wanted that to be the truth, that you’d be in time for her song, —your song. You only hoped Tom didn’t make things harder for you.

You took the stairs and in no time, you reached the second floor. You headed to yours and Tom’s apartment door, you took a big breath and opened up the door. That was it, no backing down now.

The smell of alcohol filled your nose as soon as you walked in, the tv was on, there were pizza left overs on the tea table, and Tom was passed out on the couch. You let out the breath you had been holding when your eyes landed on his unconscious body, maybe the universe was on your side this time. You took this as a sign to gather your stuff and leave him, you decided to pack some clothes and some hygiene products and leave the rest. It didn’t matter to you anyways.

You carefully made your way to yours and Tom’s shared bedroom, even though it had been a long time since the two of you last shared that bed. You grabbed the biggest bag you could find and started to toss everything you could inside. You were almost done when you heard steps coming from the kitchen. Your heart, that had calmed down once you saw Tom pass out, was now beating twenty times faster.

Slowly you headed to the front door, you saw Tom looking for a beer in the fridge. You thought that maybe you could leave unnoticed, as if you were never there in the first place. But your brain caught on it too late, and Tom was now facing you.

“Y/n?” his voice was raspy, you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because he had just woken up. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop,” he sounded as if he had been worried sick, he reminded you of the Tom you first met.

But your heart and mind knew better than that. They now knew that all he did was lie, that he didn’t mean any kind word coming out of his mouth, that he only spoke venom, and you were done with it, this time for good. You had already given him a second chance, and a third, and a fourth, and so many more that you lost count. This was it.

“I’m leaving, Tom,” you whispered but loud enough for him to hear.

You felt your hands shaking, a lump in your throat.

“You can’t leave, Y/n. You won’t.”

“I have to,” tears were starting to form in your eyes, but you weren’t going to shed them.

“You won’t leave, Y/n. You hear me? You are nothing without me,” he slammed the beer against the floor, you jumped at the sound of glass shattering.

Tom noticed it, and it made him change his approach.

“Y/n, baby, come on, It’s me.”

“No,” you shook your head wanting all of it to be over.

“Jesus Chrit, come on, Y/n. Just put the bag down. We can talk about this, come on, baby,” he slowly stepped closer to you, but you backed down, hitting your back to the door. “It's because of her, isn’t it?” he spat. “I knew that bitch would cause trouble. Don’t you see? She’s trying to break us apart. Just take a breath okay? Come sit with me, yes? It’s you and me, come on. It’s just us. I love you, Y/n. I really do. Let’s just talk about this.”

A part of you wanted to believe him, wanted to believe he could be better, that he could be the man you fell for. But he wasn’t there anymore, and neither was the person you once were.

You looked at the clock, it was almost 9PM, time for her show.

Memories of her came rushing through your mind. Her gentle touch, her soft lips against yours, her fingertips tracing circles on your skin, her teeth leaving marks on your neck, her loving eyes, her sweet moans. And then you realised, that was what love was all about. And Tom was far away from that.

“You don’t love me, Tom,” you finally found your voice. “Maybe in that sick brain of yours you really think this is love. But it’s not. And you know what,” you reached for the door handle, “I pity you. Because you’ll never know what love is,” you quickly walked outside.

“Y/n, I swear to God–,” but the shut door didn’t let you listen to him.

Given that Florence’s show was about to start, you ran downstairs and made your way to the bar. You couldn't miss this, you didn’t want to. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you and hoped you would be there on time.

“Alright, we are Florence and The Pixies,” you heard once you walked in, relief washing over you as she was just getting started.

You were a panting mess and your legs felt like they were going to give up any second, but you couldn’t let that happen.

“I, um, I wrote this song,” you pushed yourself through the crowd getting closer to the stage, —to her. “It’s a really special song, I wrote it for someone I really love,” her eyes finally found yours, finding comfort in them and letting out the breath she didn’t realise she was holding. “I hope you like it, it’s called: ‘You Stupid Bitch” she said looking right at you, a grin plastered on her face.

Your eyes winded at the title of the song, she chuckled at your reaction and sent a wink your way, your cheeks went red immediately.

The sound of the drums and guitar filled your ears, soon followed by the bass, and then Florence’s voice.

“You let the wrong people love you.”

Your mind instantly thought of Tom.

“But you don't see that, do you?”

It was true, you had only realised a few seconds ago that what Tom felt for you wasn't love.

“When you cry and need my comfort. I drop everything to come over.”

All those times you went to her, seeking warmth and safety that she could only offer.

“Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth. Just count to ten and try to breathe. You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me.”

Your eyes were now glossy, knowing that she was right. You mentally cursed yourself for not realising her feelings towards you sooner.

“You don't know what you deserve. And that's why you end up hurt.”

Your mind went back to that night when you asked Florence who would want someone as broken as you.

“But you never listen. Take my advice as criticism. Then make the worst decisions.”

Florence warned you about Tom, what you didn’t listen.

“Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth. Just count to ten and try to breathe. You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me,” her eyes never left yours, you could see the love she felt for you in them.

She jumped off the stage and moved towards you.

“You stupid bitch, can't you see? The perfect one for you is me,” she finished her song.

She was now just an inch away from you.

You bit your bottom lip, trying both to hold your tears and your smile. You couldn’t believe all that she had been holding back.

“Message received,” you joked.

“I, um, I–” she tried to say but your lips got her off.

She didn’t feel foreign this time, she felt good, familiar, right. You were lost in her lips but you still could hear the crowd cheering for the both of you. Which made you smile into the kiss. Much to your dismay, you pulled back from her, not wanting to share more of that special moment with all the half drunk people around you.

“What about–?

“It’s over.”

“Really?” Florence couldn't hold her smile nor she wanted to.

“Just you and me now,” you rested your forehead against hers.

“I, I love you, Y/n,” you heard Josie cheering but you weren’t really listening to her words. The only thing on your mind was Florence.

“I love you more,” you said, and this time it felt real, you felt complete.

You finally had what you had always been looking for.

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can you do a fic where singer!reader & and chris goes to the grammys for reader’s performance. to sing dangerous by madison beer. him tearing up about her singing, her outfit, her, her CRYINGGGG🥹 the whole performance, the layout of it. can this be sad but fluffy, currently how im feeling :) please💌 you can think of the aftermaths of them to coming home late, cuddling up together 🤍

“The fairytale moment never ends.”

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Paring: Chris x Singer! Reader (FC: Florence Pugh)

Warnings: just pure Fluff, small mention of anxiety.

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Hey my loves, this is a special one for @classicalmarvel which I had the absolute pleasure of writing. This was definitely one of my favourites to write and plan. Lovey I hope this brings the comfort you need. I hope you all love it. I recommend listening to the song whilst reading💖

Asks are open 🔓 for headcannons, fic ideas or just general questions or ideas

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The pure beauty of your music always had Chris so proud, it was a special thing to witness. It felt like a Disney fairytale that he was lucky to live in.

Preforming at the Grammys was the one dream you’d always had.

Tonight it was coming true.

The process of the dress fitting, the rehearsals, the design of the stage it was all a massive dream. That you never thought would happen; Chris was in awe of you.

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The night of the performance anxiety was rampant in the air, with the house full of stylists, makeup artists, hairstylists and photographers. You felt like you didn’t have a moment to yourself to really let tonight sink in, Chris knew that it was the time to be alone with you for a minute to comfort you.

Walking out of the whirlwind that was the massive guest bathroom, he led you to the master bedroom to have a calm moment with you. He knew you needed it and you appreciated how in tune he was with you.

“Chris thank you for this. Y/n whispered angelically cuddling into to his warm comforting chest. The smell of gucci guilty black overwhelming your senses with the safety that it brought.

“You don’t need to thank me sweetheart I know how overwhelming this is for you even though it’s a massive dream of you, I am so so proud of you lovey. To be able to watch you achieve your dream is like a fairytale moment.” He replied peppering kisses on your forehead and cheeks. Like positive affirmations.

“I love you so much bubs thank you for this, it means the world.” Hugging him tight before leaving to deep dive back into the chaos of getting ready.

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Stepping on to stage, nervous flowing from head to toe though your body. Taking deep breaths whilst the lights came up, getting ready to show the world your amazing work and this beautiful opportunity you’ve been blessed with.

The lights came up. Your dress sparkling in the light.

“I remember you this way

Keep it safe inside my memory

But I've held you here for far too long

I wonder if you think of me

I'm still putting up a fight” —

Whilst you were singing tears were lining Chris’ eyes your voice, your beauty, the way you were singing.

“Tell me the truth, what did I do?

Look at me, why can't I see?

No it can't be this easy, to let me go

Ooh-ooh”

The lights slowly fade.

By the end of the performance, tears clouded your vision, streaming down your face. But in the moment you didn’t care. The little girl in you couldn’t believe it.

The room erupted in applause, cheers. Tears were visible all around the room. The one thing you could see with tears clouding your vision was Chris tears streaming, running to you on stage just to shower you in praise, kisses and affection. Know how hard you worked and what you went though to get to this very moment.

It was a fairytale that you wish would never end.

Later that night it was spend intimately celebrating after going to a massive after party. With cuddles, kisses and Dodger joining in on the love too because he was so proud of his human.

“I’m so proud of you lovey, this was uplifting to watch and a dream to experience especially with how beautiful you looking in that dress. Gawd you looked amazing.” His Boston accent coming out towards the end whilst he was so still in awe of how much you’ve accomplished from where you’ve come from to now you’ve made bounds of progress. He couldn’t be more proud.

Slowly your voice broke, but Chris was always the safe space where you accepted his love and praise like some affluent affirmation that was like a mantra in your head all the time.

“Thank you so much bubba for your love, and for supporting me and always being there” replying to the love of your life who you were always glad to share these amazing moments with.

Together.

The fairytale moment never ends.

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Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader, Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader

Part two of Memories, so if you want some backstory, read Memories first. Give me some feedback on what you guys think.

Driving away from the house, Y/N realized that she really has nowhere to go. She was still new to Los Angeles, only moving here from England because of Florence’s career in acting that’s been growing.

With no destination in mind whatsoever, she just wants to get as far away from the home she shared with her ex-fiancé, parking in the first hotel she saw, booking a room for quite a while.

Meanwhile, with Florence, Zach tried to comfort her in any way that he can, but she ultimately kicked him out. He was her living guilt and didn’t even want to be in the same vicinity as him, even though she knew she was at fault.

Florence was lost. Her and Y/N grew up together, practically attached at the hip. They were friends before lovers, and now she knew they would become strangers.

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One Year Later

After a couple months of sulking, Y/N decided to get her shit together. She sobered up, started working out, and changed her whole look. She buzzed all of her hair off, bleached it and dyed it platinum. She even got a couple tattoos on her arms. She stoped feeling sorry for herself and wanted to start over.

Weeks after the incident happened, Raffie, Florence’s younger sister, did reach out to Y/N, catching up and making sure she was doing fine, same with her brother Toby. Y/N had been closest with them. They informed Y/N with how disappointed their parents had been at their sister because they saw Y/N as part of their family since they could remember.

Y/N did, however, stop her career in being a singer and just decided to become a full time writer and producer where she’s met many people who she can even call family. One of them being an amazing woman named Hailee Steinfeld.

~~~

Y/N has been in contact with someone who had a client that wanted to record and release an EP. She didn’t know who, but was just excited that this person picked her instead of any other producers out there who’s worked with more artists.

The person she talked to is currently on his way to Y/N’s studio to meet for the first time. To say that Y/N is nervous is quite the understatement. She has no idea who she’ll be working with, just that she’s a woman who wants to release her first EP.

She was broken out of her thoughts by her phone’s chime, stating that they were at the door. She goes to open it, being greeted by two people. A man dressed a bit professionally and a woman dressed in jeans, a sweater, and a cap.

“Hey, guys. Come in. Make yourselves comfortable.”

“Hi.” Michael, the manager, said, reaching for a handshake. “We’ve been speaking on the phone. It’s so nice to actually meet in person. This is Hailee and it will be her first time releasing an EP if everything goes well.”

“Yeah, hi Hailee. I’m Y/N and I am very excited for you and to work on this with you.”

“Nice to meet you.” Hailee said, shaking her hand.

“Well, I actually have elsewhere to be so it’ll just be the two of you, which I think will be best to give you guys space to get to know each other and just be yourself without someone creeping in the corner of the room. Alright, bye and have fun.”

“Alright, let’s get started.” Y/N takes a seat on her chair in front of her mixing desk, pulling out her notebook and a pen. “Do you have any ideas of what you want this EP to sound and look like?”

“Yeah, actually. Firstly, I want the EP to be self-named or at least to HAIZ. Secondly, I have some ideas and lyrics for a couple songs, but that’s about it.” Hailee said, also pulling out her own notebook.

“Would you mind if I took a look?”

“No, no. Go ahead.”

Looking through Hailee’s notebook, she was very impressed. “Hailee… this is amazing. I could definitely work with this.”

“Really? Thank you!”

“Okay. Let’s get to it.”

~~~

Six Months Later

The EP has been finished for a month now and has been released for a couple of hours. Y/N, however, is freaking out. Not because of anything really that serious, but she decided to not chicken out and ask Hailee out on a date tomorrow.

In the six months that they have known and worked on this EP together, Y/N and Hailee had grown very close together and even met Hailee’s parents as brother, who she’s also grown close with, Griffin becoming like an older brother for her too.

It was very obvious that they both liked each other in everyone’s eyes except their own and just didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had by admitting their feelings for one another, but Y/N didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore.

Hailee is having an EP release party at her place so that’s where Y/N is. Only a couple friends and family are invited. It’s been a couple hours since the party started and Y/N’s social battery is running low so she decided to stand out on the balcony, just staring at the view.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Turning around, she sees Hailee in a short red dress, looking beautiful as ever.

“Hey. Still looking a beautiful as ever even a couple drinks down and some very rough dancing.”

“You calling me a crazy drunk dancer?”

“Oh, I would never, but you said it yourself.”

“You’re an ass.”

“I also do remember calling you beautiful.”

Heat creeps up onto Hailee’s face, turning away to hind the blush.

“Thank you. You look very handsomely.”

“Thanks.” After a couple moments is silence, Y/N spoke up again. “Hey, so, I’ve been wanting to get this out for a while, but I’ve just been very scared and nervous to do so. Um, would you like to go out on a date with me sometime?” She said, rubbing the back of her head, looking down. “You don’t have to accept of course. This has just been weighing me down and I needed to tell you and with a couple drinks in me and this being a special day for you, I thought why not just do it now ri—”

“I would love to go on a date with you.” Hailee said, stopping Y/N’s nervous rambling.

“Really?” Y/N asked, eyes going wide, voice full of surprise.

“Of course.”

~~~

One and a Half Years Later

Feeling soft kisses being pressed all over her face, Y/N groans, pushing her face into the pillows more.

“Honey, wake up.” She hears the beautiful voice of her girlfriend. “I made breakfast.

“Breakfast?” She asked, slightly lifting her head from the pillow.

“Yeah, Hon. Let’s go downstairs before it gets cold.”

After freshening up a bit together, they go down to the kitchen where breakfast is played.

“Happy anniversary darling.”

“Happy anniversary honey.”

A few hours later, Y/N said she had to go to the studio really quick and Hailee would be accompanying her. Walking in, Hailee sees rose petals scattered on the floor, hears a soft melody playing, wondering what was happening.

“What’s all this?”

“Well, this is where we first met. Basically where my whole life changed. I told you about my how my last relationship went and how scared I was to let anyone else in romantically. How much she broke me, but you were able to patch me back up. You, Hailee Steinfeld, changed my whole life and I’d be the dumbest person in the world to let go of you. Who knew that in this very studio, I would meet the person who makes me whole. So…” Y/N grabs a small box from her pocket, opening it, then going down on one knee. “Hailee Caribe Steinfeld, will you marry me?”

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Six Months Later

“Do you, Y/N, take Hailee, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Hailee, take Y/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Well, with the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss.”

Without wasting anymore time, the newlyweds smash their lips together in a bruising kiss.

During the reception, four people walk towards Y/N.

“Congratulations!”

“We are so happy for you.”

“Thank you guys for coming. I wouldn’t have been mad if you didn’t want to show up.”

“Just because my sister fucked up big time did not mean that we had to stop being there for each other.” Raffie said.

“Yeah, you’re family” Toby added.

“You’ve been family ever since we met you at just five years old.” Their mother said.

“We thought that when you got married we’d be in laws, but nope, you’re still my best friend slash big sister.”

“Raffie?!”

“What? Too soon?”

“That was actually pretty funny.” They all laughed. “Alright I gotta go to my wife, but have fun.”

“Hey, Mrs. Steinfeld.” Hailee said, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s neck.

“Hey, Mrs. Steinfeld. Wow, you’re actually my wife. Life is great.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

“Oh, it’s very possible.”

~~~

Three Months Later

“BABE!” Hailee shouts.

“What?! What happened?!”

“We’re getting her?”

“What?”

“We got approved. We’re getting her next week!”

“Are you serious?”

“I am!”

“WOOOO!”

~~~

One Week Later

A knock on the door snaps the couple out of their trance, quickly walking over to the front door and opening it.

“Hi, please come in.”

Settling on the couch, the social worker gave us a little rundown about the three year old girl.

Cautiously, Y/N and Hailee crouch near the small child sitting next to her social worker.

“Hi. My name is Y/N and this is my wife Hailee. What’s your name?”

“Aurora.”

“Nice to meet you Aurora. Would you like to see your room?”

Aurora perks up, hearing how she would get her own room. She gets off the couch and reaches for Hailee’s hand, being led to her own room upstairs, which is close to the couple’s bedroom.

A while later, after being acquainted, the social worker leaves. The three of them are sitting on the front of Aurora’s room playing with all the toys they bought.

Y/N looks over at the two, seeing her wife interact with Aurora, something she will never get tired of. She’s got her her wife and her daughter. What more could she ask for?

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“Darling? Could you grab Rory from the car please. She fell asleep on the way home.” Y/N said, finally talking her attention away from Florence.

*****

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