summary: you're a hot singer that has hot older men falling at her feet. pedro becomes one of them. (literally my cyg hughxreader fic but for pedro)
warnings: age gap (23/49), use of y/n, swearing, sexual themes, afab reader, she/her pronouns, verbal fighting, pedro is a smoker, cheating, Hugh Jackman is your ex (oops), he also pops up a few times and is mentioned, grammar is fake to me srry <3
warnings may change as the story progresses. all descriptions of real people in this story are fake! I don't know these people and this all for funsies. let me know if I missed anything!
author's note: hi everyone! this creation has been sitting in my head for awhile but @moonangxl is the reason it's being done lmao. anywaysss this is a little rough since I'm literally copying my hugh story and switching it to Pedro. It's basically the same but little details have changed. If you enjoyed that one, I hope you enjoy this one! If you're new here, welcome!! I hope you stick around. That's all the yapping I'll do...enjoy! oh wait...ummm so kinda annoying but music is a big part of this series and there is a song mentioned in here that you can listen to for context (playlist linked above!). okie okie fr this time byeee and enjoy!! <333
part one: late nights and heartbreak
Being a young girl living in the middle of bumfuck nowhere made it seem impossible to live your dreams of becoming a singer. You grew up in a tiny little town in northern Louisiana. With a population of less than 15,000 people, growing up was pretty boring. You had dreams of making it big and making it the fuck out of the south. Once you graduated highschool, you focused on working and saving as much money as you could, only buying essentials and equipment to make music. You took a few online classes on producing and tried your best to make whatever song was bouncing around in your head come to life. It took a year for you to feel confident enough to release your first few songs out into the world. You started to gain a few more followers on social media here and there, it was exciting.You released your first song titled ‘to the point’ and it blew up on tiktok, bombarding you with a new hoard of followers.
Two years after graduation, you decided to move to Los Angeles, after finally saving enough money. The agency that picked you up was ecstatic about the move. Being in L.A meant more opportunities to move your career forward. After a few months, all the chaos became too much for you to handle on your own and you ended up hiring an assistant, Stacy, who became your best friend somewhere along the way. Fastwording to four years after graduation, your dreams have come true and you have been an established and respected artist since you set foot in L.A. You started to build a reputation as someone who was dedicated and passionate towards their craft, always being involved in the creative process. It was bliss.
Lately though, you’ve gained another reputation:
the controversial young girlfriend.
Since you’ve been in the spotlight, you’ve had your fair share of dating history and if they all happened to be older men, so what? It wasn’t something you had planned on but older men happened to be your type. They were so much more put together than the guys your age. They knew what they were doing and how to treat a woman right. You were so tired of being asked out through instagram direct messages, you wanted someone who wasn’t afraid to talk to you in person, and that seemed to only come from men twice your age. You weren’t complaining though, you enjoyed it. Your last ‘scandalous’ relationship ended up being far more public than you intended it to be. In the beginning, the men you were seen with were never anything serious, just dates or one night stands. Though with Hugh it was different. You wanted to be with him so badly but you held yourself back. You were terrible towards him and the relationship went south fast.
—
“I wish they would have picked a different song.” You huff in frustration. Today you were performing on BBC’s Radio 1 Live Lounge and your agency thought it would be a great idea to perform an unreleased song from your upcoming album alongside the mandatory cover song. When the opportunity was first presented to you, it had only been a month after your breakup with Hugh. You had been ecstatic to perform the song that you wrote based on your relationship, to release all of the feelings attached to him. Now that the day has come, you feel like an idiot for even writing it. You were mostly over Hugh now and it was almost embarrassing to showcase this song today.
“Babe, you’re gonna kill it! Just let your emotions flow, give the fans what they want.” Stacy is sitting across the room as she comforts you. She’s fidgeting with your vocal humidifier, attempting to put it together before you start warming up. Her advice isn’t terrible, she’s right. You’d been pretty silent on the subject matter, steering clear of social media so you wouldn’t say anything stupid. Rumors of your breakup had been all over the headlines but there hasn’t been confirmation from either of you. Singing this song today would definitely stir the pot again and make everyone realize that the relationship between the two of you was in fact over.
“You’re right.” You admit quietly as you slouch into the chair.
“I always am. Here, start warming up the money maker.” She gloats while handing you the humidifier.
“I really hope he doesn’t watch it. I’d literally smash my head into a brick wall out of embarrassment…”
Placing the humidifier over your mouth and nose, you sit there letting your mind wander. Having your personal life exposed to everyone really sucked and hiding your boyfriends wasn’t something you wanted to do.
“I think I’m taking a break from men.” You let out abruptly, glancing over at Stacy.
“Whatever you say girl.” You could hear the doubt lingering in her tone and the roll of her eyes.
“Ugh… You don’t believe me do you? I can totally break off from men and be my own person for once.”
“I’m not trying to doubt you babe. It’s just…You tend to attract men like a magnet and you have some severe daddy issues.” She's typing away on her laptop as if she didn’t just completely disrespect you.
“I don’t have daddy issues.” You say flatly. “You know I have a very loving father who was always present in my life, so the whole dating older men thing does NOT stem from daddy issues. Thank you very much.” You say matter of factly.
She hums. “I give it a week before you fold.”
—
After a quick sound check for your mic and band, you perform your cover song. You chose a more upbeat song to cover, given that you were about to lay your heart out of the line. It was honestly kind of awkward performing in this setting. There was a booth in front of you that had the sound board and all of the other electronic stuff that was way more expensive than any equipment you owned. To the left of the booth, the cameras were positioned towards the ‘stage’ with a group of crew members sitting behind them. It always felt awkward performing to smaller audiences compared to large spaces full of fans that showed up for you.
The cover went by smoothly, earning a few cheers from the people in the room. As the band prepared for the next song, you could see the door in the booth open and someone walk in. You weren’t wearing your contacts, given that it was a short day, and you refuse to ever wear your glasses on camera. You squinted, trying to make the blurred blob come into focus.
“All ready?” A man behind the camera asks just as your eyes start to hurt from the strain. Your nosiness would have to wait. There’s a sharp sound of the clapboard and your drummer gives three short taps of his drumsticks to cue you in.
why do I find it so hard to love you
when I know in my heart that I want to?
“I love you sweetheart.” Hugh whispered in your ear as you laid against his chest. You’d been spending the night in his apartment in New York when he said it. A few minutes prior, the two of you were laughing about something stupid but now you were frozen, pretending to sleep. You’re not sure how convincing it was considering your entire body went rigid at his words. You couldn’t say it back. You weren’t even sure you felt the same. It would make sense to say it. You’ve known Hugh for a year now and have been dating for five months, the first seven months containing a lot of flirting and uncertainty. You cared for him deeply and wanted to be with him, but what you felt wasn’t love.
After that night, he continued to tell you and you continued to ignore it.
I’ve heard that all of the girls are starting to hate me
For stealing your heart and treating you badly
This was the moment that halted any feelings you had for Hugh. You started talking fairly quickly after his divorce was announced and it turns out you weren’t the only one getting that attention. While you and Hugh were very public with your relationship, rumors started to spread about a possible romance he had with a previous costar. A week before the breakup, she messaged you with proof that Hugh and her had been intimate. He told her about all of the problems the two of you were going through and she harassed you for days, saying that you didn’t deserve a man like Hugh.
I’m never gonna treat you like I should
I’m a part time lover
As much as you wanted to put all the blame on Hugh, you can’t. You were at fault too when it came to the relationship not lasting, he simply made it easier to end things. In your talking stage, you still went out with other people, you were seen with other people. You openly flirted with guys during events you attended or with the occasional athlete in your direct messages during the early stages of being official with Hugh. You both weren’t 100% loyal. Thinking back, you weren’t sure why you did it. You were never one to cheat physically or mentally, but things with Hugh just never seemed to be serious enough to care, even with him being labeled as your boyfriend.
—
You somehow managed to get through the song without having any vocal mess ups. It was a challenging song that required a lot of emotion to support your voice. A few tears slipped here and there, each line of the song reminding you of the memories that inspired them. A loud applause fills the room, some whistles are thrown around. You mouth quick ‘thank yous’ across the room and give a small bow. As the energy dies down, the crew begin to tidy up the room, the band packs up their equipment and instruments. You reach down to grab your water bottle when you see Stacy rushing towards you.
“You did absolutely amazing…” She reaches to move a few strands of hair out of your face and wipes gently under your eye. “... but I need you to prepare yourself because a very hot and very famous dude is about to walk through that door.” Her voice is a poor whisper-yell.
“Stacy what the fuck are you talking abou-”
“God damn girl. You’re talented as fuck.” A booming wheezing laugh abrupts before you can finish. It’s a voice and laugh you know. A man you’ve met before and a man you thought was fine as fuck.
“Hey Pedro! How have you been?” You lean in for a short hug, out of politeness…definitely not because you wanted to see if he was still wearing the cologne that clouded your mind the first time you met him.
“I’ve been good! Super busy. Feel like I’m in a new city every night.” He lets out a slight chuckle. “How’ve you been? How are things with the old man?” The smile that you are wearing falters.
“I’ve been good. Got a new album coming out and everything.” You do an awkward “woohoo” at the end while waving your arms around lazily. “But uh..things aren’t too good with ‘the old man’. We uh…we broke up.” His face tenses at that.
“Y/n I’m so sorry.” He rests his hand on your shoulder for a split second. “I feel so dumb, the song makes a lot more sense now.” He trails off as he brings the same hand up towards his face, itching the right side of his beard.
“Eh, it’s whatever. Probably for the best honestly.” You shrug and he hums. There's a brief silence.
“Well, his loss yea?” He jokes, trying to cheer you up.
“Yea…” You take a moment to really look at him. He looks older than the last time you saw him, a few grey hairs creeping in. He also felt taller somehow and his biceps have definitely grown in size. He was outrageously handsome. You awkwardly look away before you’re caught admiring his ridiculously hot face. Before either of you can speak again, a crew member is walking over, asking for a picture of the two of you for their socials. Pedro’s hand rested respectfully on the small of your back. You glance up at him from the quick shock of his touch. He’s already beaming at the camera with his picture perfect smile. You hear the camera go off a few times and you quickly focus on the camera, giving your best, genuine smile. Once the crew member is satisfied, he thanks the both of you and leaves.
You turn to Pedro, your curiosity getting the better of you. “Hey. I never asked…Why are you here?” He makes a face of shock and you realize the rudeness of your question. “Wait no, I’m not trying to be mean just um…” He’s smiling that gorgeous smile at you as you try your best to explain yourself, stumbling over your words. “...I just mean, what are you doing at BBC?” He laughs and you slip out a barely audible ‘sorry’ as you look down so he can’t catch the hint of red that's bound to be bright on your cheeks.
“No need to apologize. I know what you meant but it was pretty fun watching you get so flustered.” You don’t lift your head up, still needing a few seconds to cool down. “I was doing a radio interview a few floors up when I heard you were here. Thought I’d stop by to say hello since it’s been awhile since I last saw you.”
“I’m glad you did come by. It was really nice seeing you again.” You finally life your head up.
“It was nice seeing you again too darlin’. Real nice”
—
Later that night, you were scrolling through your phone when a text from Stacy popped up.
Stacypoo <33: I told you. You didn’t even last a few hours. ;)
The text is accompanied by a screenshot of a notification from instagram stating that ‘pascalispunk’ started following you. You closed the messages, rushing to open your following tab in instagram to search for his name. You scrolled through his pictures for a while before following him back.
While you had access to your own social media, Stacy handled all of the business aspects of your accounts. You clicked on your own page and noticed that the picture that you took with Pedro earlier in the day was crossposted with the BBC instagram account. You took a look through the comments to see what everyone had to say but only one of them mattered.
pascalispunk: You killed it superstar 🤘🏼❤️🔥
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