Souvenir (Lucy Boynton x Fem!Reader)
A/n: So hereās the Lucy version of this Ben x Reader one-shot I posted a few days ago. A lot of it is the same, but seeing as Iām in a same-sex relationship I definitely like to be as inclusive as I can. As always, the lyrics to the song itās inspired by (Souvenir by Avril Lavigne) are at the beginning in italics. And thank you so much for all the reblogs, likes, and sweet words youāve said! Youāve all been so sweet.
Warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol (twice, I think), sappy fluff, my ridiculous display of love for one miss Lucy Boynton.
W/c: 2099 (2160 with lyrics)
(Photo via Lucyās Instagram)
āCan I keep you as a souvenir?
Can I take your shirt to dry my tears?
Can I meet you here this time next year?
Can I keep you as a souvenir?
We could take a chance and disappear.
We could run away, get out of here.
Can I keep you as a souvenir?
āI have to leave soon,ā she said, her red-rimmed eyes spilling over. She held tight to you, so close, as you attempted to dry her tears with the shirt you were holding, your shirt that she was supposed to be packing to take with her, but your mere presence making it too difficult.
Youād met her during your second week in Thailand, on the island of Phuket. Youād decided that all the negative media attention from your recent album flop in the US was too much for you to handle so off youād flown for an indefinite amount of time to drown your sorrows in sun-filled days and booze-filled nights.
You never expected to run into the most adorable, funny, gorgeous, and simply wonderful little blonde ball of energy that was Lucy Boynton. You quite literally ran into her as you were leaving the gym one morning and she was entering. It was the most clichƩ movie trope of all.