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mike-mills · 12 days
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Annie Clark (St. Vincent) and Dakota Johnson in The Nowhere Inn (2020) dir. Bill Benz
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Annie Clark - St. Vincent
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exoqenesis · 5 months
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St. Vincent | Masseduction Live on Later... with Jools Holland
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creaturecannibal · 7 months
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orange album art through the years
talking heads - speaking in tongues (1983) // the smiths - louder than bombs (1987) // broadcast - work and non work (1997) // jeff buckley - sketches for my sweetheart the drunk (1998) // blur - 13 (1999) // st. vincent - actor (2009) // frank ocean - channel orange (2012) // tyler the creator - flower boy (2017) // fka twigs - magdalene (2019)
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mess-n-oink · 1 month
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St. Vincent - Annie Clark
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thatannieclark · 27 days
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Strange Mercy.
Summary: After hooking up with Harry occasionally, you fall pregnant. The real problem starts when he begins touring, and no matter what, you can never seem to make it past fans - or even the guards in order to tell him.
A/N: (D/N) = Daughter’s Name
Reader Pronouns: She/Her
Length: Medium
TW: Cheating, Single Pregnancy, Violence While Pregnant (Slight), Hookup, Angst (Fluff at the end)
Celebrities: Harry E. Styles
Song(s) To Listen To: Strange Mercy - St. Vincent
You met him at a party. You had been a groupie of some lowly band, really just because you liked their music, but since then, their guitarist had taken a liking to you. You had hoped this meant you were his girlfriend, and yeah, he’d sleep with you and take you on ‘dates,’ but he’d do this with other women, too.
Truthfully, Harry wasn’t even supposed to be there. The party was in New York, close to the building that happened to be throwing an after party for an awards ceremony. So when he saw you smoking a cigarette outside the building, watching the dirty guitarist flirt with a few girls to the left of you, he approached you.
“Erm,” He began, shifting your attention.
He was dressed rather lavishly, but casual for the party. He wore a floral Gucci button up shirt and dress pants with Gucci shoes. The Apple Watch against his wrist read, “You’ve Arrived!”
“Is this The Louvat? It doesn’t really look like it…” His accent was thick, rolling off his tongue slowly.
Taking another drag, you chuckled a bit, “No, this is Lamar, the bar a bunch of shitty bands play at? You must have mistyped it.”
You looked back at your ‘boyfriend,’ watching as he slid a hand up one of the girls’ waist. You settled into your fluffy coat a bit more.
“Here,” You took his phone and typed in the right thing, “So you don’t miss it.”
Harry blinked. It was odd not to be noticed, but he wasn’t complaining, and eased into it, “Thank you.”
“The Louvat, how’d you miss that?” Another chuckle escaped your lips, “Hasn’t it got paparazzi littering the place?”
Furrowing your brows, squinting and pressing your lips into a thin line, you asked, “Are you famous?”
This time, it was his turn to chuckle nervously, “Eh,” He shrugged.
You softened your face a bit, glancing at Luke, the guitarist, who now was caught up wrestling tongues with a different girl. You looked down, “Well, you should probably get going, huh?”
You flicked your cigarette to the side, and he noticed the man you were looking at.
Dipping his eyebrows in worry, something came over him, “Would you like to come with me? Completely free. You just, I don’t think you really belong here, is all.”
A pink dusted your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but blame it on the cold Fall air.
“I…” You looked toward Luke, but the stranger stepped closer, gently turning your head toward him by the chin.
“Think of yourself, alright?”
Those sea green eyes could have controlled you. Suddenly, it wasn’t chilly. It was warm, stemming from your heart.
“Aright,” You responded softly, “I’d love to go.”
To be honest, he could have been a kidnapper or a killer, but could one have such sweet eyes? And to be fair, you’d rather be anywhere but here.
He smiled at you softly, “Well, I’m quite early since I had a feeling I’d get lost. Let’s get you something to wear, yeah?”
You’d been dressed the opposite of him - wearing a sleazy coat lined with faux fur zipped right as low as it could be without showing too much cleavage, Daisy Dukes, and a pair of tennis shoes. All to impress some boy that didn’t seem to want you anyway.
You’d felt hot earlier, but in the presence of this stranger and his enchanting eyes, you melted with embarrassment.
“That would be great,” You sighed with a smile, “Someone told me to wear this here, and now he’s off flirting with someone else.”
“I see,” Harry began, “Then you need to choose what you like…” He trailed off.
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N),” You took a hand out of your pocket and held it out, but he kissed it instead.
“Harry Styles. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”
Luke caught a glimpse of you leaving with your handsome stranger, angrily shouting after you, but you flipped him off and laughed as the car strolled on, turning back to Harry soon after.
Harry had found himself enchanted by your laugh. You were gorgeous in the face of revenge.
And that’s where it began. You’d become good friends since then, and when you made your ‘debut’ accompanying him, you’d been dressed in lavish branded clothes, from your dress to your heels to your accessories.
You owed him a lot, really, but working as a waitress really sucked. You didn’t get paid much, unless some guy had taken a liking to you and you flirted back a bit.
But now, every attractive guy seemed less and less so, even when your coworker, Emma, seemed to gleam the handsome men. Harry, though, seemed more beautiful by the minute.
“I still can’t believe your friends with him,” Emma sighed, obviously envious, “And that you didn’t know who he was!”
She had begged you so many times to get him to meet her, and you refused, knowing her and her…tendencies. Not that you disapproved, you just wanted to keep Harry safe. Safe. What a weird way to put it.
Your shift had just ended and Emma was on break, though you weren’t even listening as you fixed your makeup and waited for your ride.
He came strolling in soon after, curls gorgeously bouncing with his steps, smiling from ear to ear when he caught a look at you.
“(Y/N)!”
The diner was nearly empty now, so he noted he could make a quick entrance and exit.
“H!” You smiled and ran toward him, hugging the taller man, “You all packed up?”
He nodded, hugging you back, “Yeah, but you call me if that Luke is giving you anymore trouble, alright?”
You nodded, starry-eyed and so obviously enamored, “Thank you.”
It was Harry’s yacht party when it happened. The both of you were as sober as can be. You had admitted (hesitantly, of course) that you were afraid of the water, and Harry, without the bat of an eye, decided that he would watch over you and drink nothing for the night.
Ultimately, you felt bad, but noted that he seemed to be having as much fun at his going-away party as he would under the influence.
“(Y/N),” He started, once he managed to come away from the crowd of celebrities you still couldn’t process were actually there, “I rented the yacht out for the night. After the party, you wanna take it around?”
Your heart leaped at the opportunity to have Harry alone, and you nodded, “That sounds great!”
And when the time finally came and the last person left, he turned to you with a huge smile.
Who would have thought that you’d be here, with the most handsome man you’d ever seen? He had a goofy smile and eyes that glittered, the ocean reflecting on them.
He was perfect.
“There are some pretty things out here,” He had spoken, excitement bleeding into his voice, “I wanted to show you.”
You were quite surprised that he even knew how to drive a boat, but you felt safe with him either way as he steered it through the night.
And there you sat together, staring at the stars that seemed so much clearer out in the open. His hand found the small of your back quickly but softly, and he smiled into the night sky.
“All of those guys forget that we’re just humans. We’re nothing compared to the stars,” He spoke, not even turning to you.
You hummed happily, not even noticing when he did face you, “Except you, (Y/N).”
You met his eyes in confusion, raising a brow before he continued, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
You smiled bashfully, looking down, “Ah…I’m not that special, H.”
“But you are,” He scooted closer, “I…I knew from the moment we met that there was something different about you.”
Your eyes glimmered when they met with his again, your heart skipping a beat as the salty ocean air nipped your cheeks, “That means the world to me.”
Cupping your face in his hands, he inched your faces closer, “(Y/N)…would you let me love you this once? Before the tour starts again.”
Your face flushed red. And suddenly it made sense. Harry had felt something for you since you met, only he decided not to pursue anything after your breakup, and when you explained to him just how much relationships scared you since Luke. He figured that if dating a minor celebrity hurt you that much, then dating him would only be worse.
But he’d be leaving soon. And you’d miss him so, so much.
You nodded softly, lips parted before his met yours.
The butterflies began to fight their way out of your stomach, even as the kiss grew in intensity, and when he hoisted your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bed downstairs.
There wasn’t much thought for either of you, as he looked down at you, straddling you, “And you’re sure…you want to do this?”
“Yes,” You replied quicker than you meant to, “Yes, I’m sure.”
He was going to say something, but was only surprised when you pulled him by his collar and kissed him deeply.
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The gentle beams of bright ocean light woke you, and you found yourself covered from your chest down to your thighs in a thick white comforter that felt like the softest thing in the world.
When you turned, you were met with an empty bed, making your heart sink. You’d trusted Harry dearly, would he just leave like Luke would?
You felt your mood begin to sour, that was, until you heard soft singing from above, and smelt blueberry pancakes, your favorite from the diner.
It was Harry, you would come to recognize, and your frown morphed into a wide smile. Once you were able to find the complimentary robe, you slipped it on, noticing it said, ‘Mrs.’
You giggled, figuring Harry had the matching one.
“Good morning, my sweet creature,” He set a plate down on the bar table for you, and another for himself, “How’d you sleep?”
You sat down and began to eat, thanking him before doing so, “Quite lovely, prince of pop.”
He exhaled a laugh, tying the robe around him once more, seeing as it was coming loose.
Part of you hurt, because you knew that you still weren’t quite ready - Like had messed you up terribly, and though Harry made you feel safe, there was still a block.
“Hey,” Harry’s hand met yours as you chewed your food, “I promise this doesn’t change anything. We can remain friends until you’re ready to decide, alright?”
You smiled sentimentally, overwhelmed with his understanding of you, “Thank you, H.”
He kissed your hand gently, and the two of you finished breakfast in peace.
He left less than a week later, taking your source of light with him. You wouldn’t be able to have him back at your house for almost a year, and though you could still visit, it would be hard.
It started with small things. About a month after he left, you began to wake up in the middle of the night more often, restless. Your chest became sore, no matter what, scaring you since your mind jumped straight to the idea of cancer.
It wasn’t until you sat on the toilet after spilling up last night’s dinner that you realized.
You were late.
And the theory became fact as you held onto the two pregnancy tests later that day, hand shaking in fear.
You were happy, of course, but you were anything but ready. Neither of you were.
The rest of the night, you were pacing, trying hard not to freak out in your small, bummy apartment, to no avail.
That night was more restless than the ones before it, and at 4:36 in the morning, you finally decided to tell Harry.
ME: We need to talk. Call me.
And just as quickly as it was sent, there was a reply.
HARRY: Due to insufficient funds, your service has been shut off until further notice. If you think that this is a mistake, or you would like to make a payment, please click the link below.
What awful timing.
It had come between either the phone bill or the rent this month, and you’d decided that you quite enjoyed shelter, but now you regretted it.
There was your friends you could meet in the morning, but Harry would never answer a message from an unknown number, especially one claiming such shocking things.
And who could you even talk to about this? Your family hardly spoke to you, ever since they found out you’d dated Luke, and this would only drive them away further, using their religion as a scapegoat for their pushing you away.
So you’d have to track him down. How hard could it be?
You saved for about three months, finally getting enough money for a plane ticket to meet Harry again, and though you couldn’t afford the concert ticket, you did your best efforts to come up with a plan.
As you idly watched the clock tick by, you prepared yourself for what was to come. Fan girls. Guards. Flashing lights. Nauseating smells.
And then you packed your bag and were on your way. Sneaking in was pretty easy, actually, especially when you recognized one of the guards as the one who drove the two of you to the party that fateful night.
The hard part was getting backstage during his intermission.
You had made it through, but now here was this giant man hassling you. He was buff, standing at at least 6’4”, and looking down at you through his sunglasses. You couldn’t have been farther apart.
“Hey, miss. You’re not allowed back here,” He raised a brow, stepping in front of you again, “I won’t say it again.”
You shook your head, “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m a friend of Harry’s, and I really, really need to tell him something important!”
You pushed forward, trying to reach the bright vanity, but the man pushed back with his hands. Instinctively, you grabbed your belly as you fell, landing on your side, a forearm holding you up.
“Hey! I’m fucking pregnant! What the hell?!”
He didn’t seem to care, hoisting you up by the arm on your belly, to your feet. The grip hurt, and you closed your eyes tightly, “I don’t care. I’m doing my job. It’s your fault if the baby dies because of you, you sick whore.”
He had obviously been frustrated, you’d noticed, and maybe he was right. Who were you to sleep around with Harry? Or with Luke? With anyone? What good did it do you but bring you here?
Tears started to sting your eyes, but all you could mutter was, “You’re stupid.”
He tossed you on the ground again, and you landed like before, not even meeting his eyes.
“Very bold of you to s-“ He began, but suddenly froze cold at a voice.
“(Y/N)? Bryan? What the hell are you doing?!” It was the fastest you’d ever heard him speak.
Bryan, you guessed, turned, his mouth agape, “A trespasser.”
“That’s my friend, you idiot! And any man who treats anyone like that shouldn’t be here in the first place!” Harry was now in his face, not even noticing your bump, “You’re fired!”
He looked over to you and his eyes widened in a second, “Oh my god. (Y/N)…you’re pregnant.”
“Really?” You chuckled sarcastically, a bit annoyed at the man as Harry helped you up, “I almost wasn’t when he kept rag-dolling me everywhere.
“Fucking leave,” He turned to the man, venom seething through his words, and when he did so, escorted by other guards, Harry turned back to you.
“I’m so sorry, love. I’ll make sure he’ll never be near us again,” He looked down at the bump, a bittersweet smile on his face, “Was it Luke?”
You felt safe with him, like usual, and you felt butterflies begin to swarm your insides.
“God, no,” You paused, looking down before meeting his eyes, “It’s yours.”
He froze completely, and you panicked, “But…I don’t mind raising it on my own, Harry. You’re a pop star and I knew what I was getting into, plus you’ll be busy. We can keep it a secret a-“
“No,” He spoke sternly yet softly, his hands holding yours as he smiled down at you, “No.”
“I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d want to have my kid,” He chuckled, “I would tell you you have pregnancy glow, but you always look that good.”
He was practically beaming, “God, I’m going to be a father! I can’t believe it! Thank you, thank you,” He hugged you tightly before pulling away, looking as if he realized something grim, “But, erm…if you want to raise it separately and as friends, that’s okay.”
You smiled solemnly, admiring just how stupid this boy was, quickly pulling him by his collar and smashing your lips on his.
When you pulled away, he blinked for a few seconds, “Did I get my point across?”
He nodded, smiling like an idiot.
“Then go out there and focus on your fans, okay? I’ll be in the private booths.”
The night, you thought, couldn’t have ended more wonderfully, but that’s when you were proven wrong. He stood on stage, finishing the previous song, Grapejuice, when he abruptly paused the show.
“Before I continue, I want everyone to know something,” Your heart skipped a beat, “I would like to dedicate this next song, Matilda, to everyone.”
The sentence brought your anxieties back down, “But most of all, (Y/N).”
And the tears began to fall for you, a hand over your mouth in surprise.
“She’s a wonderful girl, a long-time friend of mine who was never treated how she deserved to be treated. The kindest person I know, and the strongest,” He continued on, “And I’m honored to be the father of our baby.”
The crowd erupted into screams and cheers, and tears began to fall from him as well. Shifting his weight on his other leg, he gave his signature air kisses before the music began to play.
“You were riding your bike to the sound of ‘It’s No Big Deal.’”
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When she, (D/N), finally arrived, it was the best thing to ever happen to either of you. Harry would have sworn by it, despite his very fortunate life, and even as she grew to a toddler, she looked just like him.
It made you smile as you held onto your husband of two years, “God, she looks just like you. From her eyes to her nose to her jaw.”
She was playing with the Golden Retriever puppy you’d gotten to grow up with her. She giggled even as she fell onto her bottom and was covered in kisses.
“She reminds me of you, most of all, love,” He looked at her lovingly, “I’m just worried she’ll be lonely growing up. I can’t imagine not having Gemma with me. I know we rushed into it a bit for her sake, but it’s the best thing we’ve ever done. Well, aside from (D/N).”
You bit your lip slyly, “Don’t worry, H. She won’t have that problem in about seven months.”
His heart stopped, and he practically leaped up in joy, pulling you in by the waist and spinning you.
“You could have destroyed me and refused to be with me. You could have never told me she was mine or worse. When I met you, I knew you were going to be in my life forever. Thank you for taking mercy in the stupid pop star who knocked you up,” Harry met your eyes, speaking softly, “You’re my blessing, my strange mercy.”
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hold onto your butts fanniemals
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St Vincent & Dua Lipa’s duet performance at the 2019 Grammy’s Awards Ceremony
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cmonbartender · 7 months
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Cara Delevingne & St Vincent at a 2015 Burberry Show
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data-demon · 27 days
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St. Vincent - Broken Man
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legendarytragedynacho · 5 months
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St Vincent
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exoqenesis · 28 days
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Hey, what are you looking at? Who the hell do you think I am? And what are you looking at? Like you never seen a broken man
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listography · 5 months
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THE YEAR IS 2017
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