✨Honey✨

tucker pillsbury x singer!reader

angst!!!! wc: 1, 225 words!

The day you met is the day your life would begin to be flipped on its axis. You were nursing a drink, standing awkwardly by the bar. You’d been invited to a Spotify party for new rising artists, you knew no one there, which is why you were just standing around. Until you noticed someone doing the exact same thing, but near the other edge of the bar.

He was tall, a bit lanky, had brown hair, he was wearing a leather jacket, a white button-up under, and black jeans. You hadn’t realized you were staring till he started walking over to you. For the rest of the party, the two of you talked about everything and nothing at once. The two of you had so much in common, a love for music, a longing for home, and a sense of humor.

After that, you became friends, wanting to take it slow. Relationships had never really been your strong suit, so you were nervous, but for once, you were genuinely excited.

When you did eventually start dating, it was like the stars had aligned. Love had never come to you this easily. Whether it was dates at your favorite restaurants or tickets to your favorite artists, you never had to doubt that he loved you. It was so kismet. It felt like old wounds were finally starting to scab over. You felt it in your soul that he was your soulmate. Then, when you had fears that you’d never be able to love anyone else, you didn’t feel like you had to worry because in your mind, you and Tucker were in it for the long run.

For a while you were. For over a year, you were both out of your mind in love. It was like a perpetual honeymoon phase, moving in together, meeting each other's family, planning your future together, and then he started pulling away. You’d have moments where you could feel an argument brewing, and instead of him facing the problem, he’d make up an excuse about “needing some air”. Or ones where you’d practically be begging him to take you on trips and dates like he used to. You learned to accept it, forgive the behavior, and be cool about it. You kept hearing from everyone that “You shouldn’t let good love slip away”, so you weren’t going to.

It didn’t matter to you that you didn’t feel like you were good enough. What mattered was not losing him, and if you had to beg him to take you out, you were willing to do that. And maybe this was just a rough patch. At least that's what you told yourself.

The final straw eventually came. The night started like most date nights with you started now, with a strained smile from Tucker and a tense silence in the car ride there, but there was a slight shift in it. A different finality. He held the door open for you, called you beautiful the entire night, it was like he was playing a part. A part he was almost done playing. But what taunted you the entire night was his stupid strained smile. It was so obviously forced that it was hurtful. He didn’t want to be there. And finally, you had enough of it.

When you finally got home, you blurted it out before he could even turn on the lights, “I can’t keep doing this, Tucker.” He turned to look at you, closing the door before asking, “Can’t keep doing what?” His voice was intentionally calm, stable. “Don’t. Don’t do that, Tucker. Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about. I can’t keep begging you to care about me.” You tried keeping your voice stable, but the quiver in it was undeniable. “Look, you’re tired, baby. C’mon, let’s just go to bed, and we can-” you cut him off promptly. “No! No, we’re talking about this right now. For months, I have been okay with this! I have forgiven you for missed dates or forgotten conversations because I was scared to lose you! But, god, you can’t keep treating me like this! I have needs, I need to feel cherished and loved, and Tucker, you are not making me feel either. Hell, you don’t even argue with me either!” Your face felt hot as tears streamed down your cheeks. “Do you even still love me? Still care about me? About us?”

His expression was one of pure agony, “Please don’t ask me that, baby. Of course, I do. You know I do, I just… I don’t know how to make you happy. How to fix… us.” A choked sob left your mouth as he said that. This was it. You had known it was coming, but you didn’t expect it to hurt so much. “C’mere, please.” He opened his arms and you quickly clung close. “I’m so sorry, baby. I just can’t be what you need. You deserve so much better. So much.” He pressed a kiss to your hair as you sobbed into his chest. “This is for the best. You have to believe me, baby. Please believe me.” You shook your head against his chest. You wanted to be mad, create the angry conflict that he feared, but all you could do was let your heart break. “You have to know that it was never you. You were never the issue. I always loved you. I still love you. It’s me. I’m a piece of work and I should’ve fixed my shit before I brought you in.” His words were mumbled against your hair.

The two of you stayed like for hours. You didn’t want to let go, because you knew that when you did, it’d be the end. Eventually, he walked you to the couch, laid you down, covered you with a blanket, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and walked out.

It’s been six months since you guys broke up. You’re doing okay, you’re currently in the midst of a new album rollout, and your first single for the album is a song called “begged”, the lyrics are about having to beg for a sign of love, about not wanting to let the person you love slip away. You wrote it almost immediately after the break-up. It’s surprisingly cathartic. And when it does drop, it drops to overwhelming success. It’s a hit. People love it. They relate to it, they know what it’s like to be in your shoes. You get support from a bunch of different people around you, fellow artists, friends, family, but it does garner some negative press for Tucker. It’s obvious the song’s about him, and people like to speculate further. You quickly shut it down, posting a story saying, “please don’t believe everything you read about someone else’s relationship!! thank you!!”.

Then, a couple of days after the release, you get a message from a number you never thought you’d see again.

+1 (316) 348-4313: it’s a really good song, baby. congratulations.

one of your friends is getting married to one of his next year

you're chronically single - too many first and second dates with people who clearly aren't worth your time, plus the occasional couple months with someone who seems great but then turns out to be awful, or just ghosts you out of nowhere

and he's chronically single - too many first and second dates that seem to go well, but then they either tell him they're not interested or just ghost him. he has a knack for saying the completely wrong thing, or missing the cues where he's supposed to say something at all. he comes off too needy for the girls who want something casual, and too casual for the girls who want something serious

your friends are absolutely disgustingly in love with each other and the upcoming wedding is sending them into overdrive. when they put together that you and he will both be coming alone, they're determined to set you up.

on a blind date. that they don't tell you is a date.

Look what else I made.