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14buddy22 · 2 years

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Champagne Problems

WC: 2467 (Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Champagne Problems)

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You booked the night train for a reason

So you could sit there in this hurt

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers

You’re not sure which is worse

In a million years, Aaron never thought he’d be here, on a train right after he stumbled out of a bar. He was sure he’d be spending the night with you, celebrating. Not him alone, heading back to Virginia by himself, without you. Aaron looked around, quiet train, noisy city. He pulled the picture of you from his wallet.

Where did it all go wrong?

You two were visiting New York City. You both had attended George Washington University in D.C., and you two had never made it to New York City, Virginia was by far closer to D.C. than New York was, so this time you wanted to set out on a road trip. Aaron got the time off, you were on Thanksgiving break.

There was just something about New York that made you want to visit, wanting to get a touristy feeling again and to just spend some time alone with Aaron. With work schedules, it was hard to always find time to be with each other, but you didn’t care because you loved Aaron, you’d do anything for him. You met him in college at a bar your freshman year and you had been with him for 7 years. You two made it out of college together and made it out of his law school journey. You thought you had gotten through all the hard stuff, until he started talking more and more about her.

Your relationship was strong. Aaron had been doing everything right, he was very open about his past relationship. But what always made you insecure was seeing pictures of her. She was gorgeous. Aaron had told you many times throughout your relationship that there was nothing to worry about. He was in love with you, he didn’t love her anymore.

Oh boy how that was all wrong.

You were sitting in a hotel room, thinking over what the hell just happened. You and Aaron were having a great time in New York, he took you to a baseball game, you ate all the pizza you wanted and Aaron was right there by your side. How could you do this?

Aaron was sitting on a train back to Virginia. There was no way in hell he could stay with you, not after what you had just done. He loved you, but now, he's broken hearted, all because of you.

You and Aaron had had a wonderful day, you two had gone for a picnic in the park. You were simple, that’s what you liked, so this had been perfect. Aaron put on music and you two were dining in the park. It was really nice. Your song had come on. It’s the song that was playing in the bathroom when you two snuck away at the bar. Instead of making out, you decided to dance it out. You smiled thinking back to all those years ago.

Aaron didn’t know which was worse, sitting in silence on the train or watching all the crowds in the city he was leaving.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing

Left you out there standing

Crestfallen on the landing

Champagne Problems

Your mom’s ring in your pocket

My picture in your wallet

Your heart was glass I dropped it

Champagne Problems

You and Aaron were slow dancing to your song. While you loved to party in college, and that’s how Aaron met you, dancing on stage and essentially falling off stage into his arms. You reserved a slow dance for him, and it would be a song that you could never listen to again.

Aaron and you began to kiss until he pulled away a bit to speak up.

“I love you, Y/n. You make me the happiest person I’ve been in a long time, since Haley actually. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your body tensed up. You dropped your hand from his and pulled away. Leaving him standing there. You watched him dig his hand into his pocket. He must’ve never realized you didn’t like how this was going. Fear was flashing before your eyes.

But he never saw it.

He started to kneel to the ground, and started to pull out a ring box. Looking at it, you knew it was his mom’s. But you looked at him and shook your head with tears in your eyes. He’d never seen you so upset. His jaw was just slacked.

You had a speech, you’re speechless

Love slipped beyond your reaches

And I couldn’t give a reason

Champagne Problems

“Y/n, like I said before. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Aaron, no. Just stop. Please stop. Stop what you’re doing.”

Aaron stood up, teary eyed as well. You had just broken his heart. He had a whole speech prepared and you cut everything off, leaving him speechless. Lawyers were never supposed to be speechless, this caught him off guard.

Aaron just shook his head, confused, not really sure what you were trying to say. However you didn’t really know what to say. You couldn’t give a reason.

“Aaron. I’m sorry - I-I have to go.”

Sometimes you just don’t know the answer

‘Til someone’s on their knees and asks you

The day you met Aaron, you truly believed you would marry him. You saw your future with him. You become a Hotchner, having Hotchner babies with him. Live a life that you envisioned yourself doing with him. Being there through the shitty cases he would handle as a lawyer and whatever else came your way in the future.

But the more and more he started talking about her is what sealed your fate. Maybe it was his way of coping. Maybe it was just an excuse but when you saw him kneel on the ground, you were afraid to commit. Everything bad that you can imagine just came to your mind.

You remember freezing at that moment. You wanted to say yes, to hear his speech about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but you couldn’t bear to hear it when you didn’t give a reason, you didn’t know the answer when you saw him in the cliche position of kneeling down on one knee.

“She would’ve made such a lovely bride

What a shame she’s fucked in the head” they said

Aaron didn’t know where to go. Well, the only place he did is where he showed up. Knocking on the door, she answered the door.

“Aaron.”

“Haley. I know it’s late but.”

Haley looked at him with concern. Her ex boyfriend had just shown up, distraught, and standing at her door at 11:30 at night. Whatever reason brought him here, it was something bothering him.

“She-She left me.”

Haley opened up her door to her apartment and he walked inside. He began to break down in her arms. Haley knew everything about you. Her and Aaron had broken up just because they knew they couldn’t do long distance. But now that she’d been back in Virginia, close to wear they grew up together, she had kept Aaron updated. Talking to each other at least once a week.

Haley looked at him and said, “She would’ve made a lovely bride. It’s a shame she’s fucked in the head. How could she let you go? How could she not want to get married to you? You’re Aaron freakin Hotchner. The nicest guy I know.”

“Apparently not nice enough.”

Aaron didn’t understand, you had left him there, broken hearted, speechless, his mom’s ring in his pocket. What was going on? But he ended up here, at Haley’s house. He found comfort in her, his highschool sweetheart. Maybe Haley was the real thing. Maybe she was the one he was supposed to be with, not you.

But you’ll find the real thing instead

She’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred

While breaking up with Aaron was hard, you knew you could never go back to him after what you had done for him. While it may have been just the two of you at that moment, it’s still too much, you hurt him. As much as you loved him, you could be broken hearted. It’s what you deserved after breaking his heart.

It had been a few months since you’d last seen Aaron in D.C. You don’t know where he went after you abandoned him, you left him out there standing, like it was your champagne problem.

You knew he’d be okay though, he’d recover. You may not have talked to him ever since, but you never unfollowed him on social media, you never liked his posts, he never liked yours but one day you were scrolling through Instagram when you saw her. She was the reason why you left him standing. But he didn’t know that.

But when you saw Haley in a picture that he reposted, it made you want to scream. Maybe even throw up and cry. He looked so happy with her. You tore him apart, ripped his heart into pieces, but you knew he’d find her again. They were high school sweethearts, meant to be.

From the pictures he’d posted, you knew she was patching him up, piece by piece by piece. All you could do was watch his life through pictures. You wouldn’t dare to reach out to him, you didn’t deserve to talk to him, not after what you had done to him.

Your mom’s ring in your pocket

Her picture in your wallet

You won’t remember all my

Champagne Problems

It had been 2 and a half years since you’d seen Aaron. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but then you saw. Aaron had proposed to Haley, she had said yes to him. You saw the pictures of the surprise engagement photoshoot.

You saw them kneel to the ground, pulled out the same box that he once was pulling out to show you. Except this proposal was going to end way different than how he originally wanted it. It was supposed to be you and him, not him and Haley. Well, that’s what you thought. A piece of you wanted it to be you and him, but deep down you knew it would always be him and Haley.

You then saw his wallet. The same wallet he carried around, inside of it was a picture of her. He used to carry a picture of you in his wallet, but he probably threw that out after what you had done to him.

Looking at those engagement photos, it was like a knife through your heart. You don’t know why you were so upset by it, because this would’ve been much different. It would’ve been him announcing and posting pictures of you and him, telling the world you two were getting married, but he was telling the world him and Haley were getting married.

But then you thought, would you have not wanted to get married, save from the heartache that may have come in the future when he maybe would have wanted Haley instead? You guess you never would know. It’s just a champagne problem after all.

You won't remember all my

Champagne problems

Even though you had dated Aaron and broke his heart, you were still shocked to find the invitation to his and Haley’s wedding. So being a good sport, you were getting ready in your apartment. The apartment that you and Aaron had shared, countless nights studying, countless nights binge watching movies and TV, laughing and making memories.

Attending the wedding, Haley looked beautiful, how could you be so mad when she looked like that. You watched them dance away at their wedding, how in love they looked and then you watched them kiss. It was the first time you’ve seen Aaron kiss her when not on social media. Your heart ached and you wanted to run off to the bathroom and throw up, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t do that to Aaron.

So you stood and watched, clapping when everyone else was. A small tear dropped from your eye and slowly fell down your cheek. You could’ve had that with Aaron, but you’re the one who broke his heart. You put yourself into this situation.

Aaron had made eye contact with you, following you outside, everyone else not paying attention as they all joined in on the dance floor.

You hadn’t talked to him in 2 and a half years, and you showed up to his and Haley’s wedding.

“Wait”

“Aaron, no, you need to go in there with your wife. You’re starting a life with her, you won’t remember all my champagne problems.”

“But I will! I will. I’ll remember what you did, a piece of my heart will always still be broken because of you. I will never forgive you for what you did to me.”

You didn’t envision this is how your conversation would go. You had thought this through countless times, but you weren’t sure what was going on, because then you couldn’t stop yourself from what you were saying next.

“You want to know the real reason why I stopped you from proposing? Why I broke your heart?”

Your face was red and tears were streaming down your face, you were very upset as you stood looking at Aaron.

“Because I knew you were still in love with her, Aaron. You can deny all you want, but when you spend your days off talking to her instead of spending time with me, when you talk about every memory you have with Haley instead of making more memories with me, when you mentioned how beautiful she had looked in her most recent picture after not mentioning anything about me.”

Aaron scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“What really made it worse is when you were sleep talking saying, “I love you, too, Haley. I always will.” So yes Aaron, I couldn’t say yes to marrying you because God damn it you were still in love with her. For 7 years, you lied to me.”

“You need to leave, I don’t ever want to see you again.”

And that would be the last time you’d ever see him. You walked back into your apartment, grabbing the Dom Périgon he’d bought you when you graduated college. It was supposed to be saved for a special occasion, you figured this was most fitting.

Aaron was married, you were left broken hearted, but who were you to blame? You had done this to yourself. You’ll be the only person to remember your Champagne Problems.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x you #angst #i loved writing this #sorry

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caroform · 10 months

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Carmen, Claire, and champagne

My biggest mission in life is to connect virtually everything to Taylor Swift so here: Carmen and Claire’s relationship (mostly the end) and champagne problems by Taylor Swift.

*SPOILERS FOR THE BEAR*

I will begin by saying that I don’t like Claire. I said to my mom many times while watching s2 “once we finish this I’m going to look up if other people hate Claire or if it’s just us”. General consensus is not positive around her. Felt that needed to be established.

I had an “ah ha!” moment during the walk in scene. My mind immediately went to this Taylor Swift song and the more I thought about it the more similarities I found.

champagne problems is about a couple who have very different intentions for the same night. One has a ring and the other plans to end it.

Now of course Claire didn’t want to propose, but she was the first to say ‘I love you’. She seeks Carmy out after dinner because she loves him (also cause he’s freezing to death but not the point). I really like her voicemail. I think a lot of people (including myself) can relate to suddenly getting the urge/need to call someone, especially someone you love. She lays everything out for him, her crush, her feelings, her advice, and most importantly her love.

“Left you out there standing / Crestfallen on the landing”

“Your heart was glass, I dropped it / Champagne problems”

Carmen doesn’t know how to and frankly can’t balance his personal and work lives. He can only either devote everything to The Bear or everything to Claire. He breaks her heart. Unknowingly of course but still.

“Bustling crowds or silent sleepers / You’re not sure which is worse”

Carmen is freaking out during all the chaos and once the dust has settled is when he really looses it. All the noise is killing him but also the deafening silence he’s left in is almost worse.

“You had a speech, you’re speechless / Love slipped beyond your reaches”

The “speech” is her voicemail. Carmen had a chance at real love, something I don’t feel he has experienced a lot of. The other shoe dropped. He fucked it up for himself.

“She would’ve made such a lovely bride / What a shame she’s fucked in the head, they said / But you’ll find the real thing instead / She’ll patch up the tapestry that I shred”

Now in the song, the one proposing is the man and the one who intends to break up is the woman. Obviously in this situation the roles are reversed. Change the pronoun from she to he in this lyric and it perfectly describes Carmy in my opinion. Carmen is too fucked up to handle this. He cannot physically deal with the hallmarks of a serious relationship. It ruins him. It gets him locked in a fridge. It puts a strain on his relationship and partnership with Sydney. It jeopardizes his, what I would argue is, magnum opus.

“And soon they’ll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through”

This line. This line right here. Obviously Christmas plays a huge role in this season, especially the later half. That disastrous dinner is at the center of so much of the last 4 episodes. At the dinner, Richie and Fak tell Carmen how they saw “Claire Bear” recently and how she is now much more attractive. This upsets Carmen, etc. (y’all know what happens). My point is this seems to be the only time Carmen evens hears Claire’s name in the period between high school and them meeting at the store. It’s so important to their story. They walked through those halls. Those halls caked in horrible memories. Those halls that on that very night, were decked.

I hope this makes sense. It’s not a one to one comparison of course but I just could not stop thinking about this song and them. The s2 finale was absolutely incredible (all of the show is) and I desperately wanted to talk about it.

#taylor swift #the bear #carmen berzatto #claire bear #richie jerimovich #neil fak #fx the bear #evermore

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evermoredeluxe · 2 years

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“bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you’re not sure which is worse” is such a creative way to say that you don’t whether you wanna be distracted from all the pain or just sit there and process what happened

#arshia talks

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kauadarosa · 2 years

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Champagne Problems

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you play Tom a new song you wrote, and he overthinks the lyrics

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On a morning where he was supposed to be memorizing his latest script, Tom got distracted by the sound of you playing your piano somewhere in the house. He followed the soft melody into your studio, where he found you singly softly as you sat with your keyboard.

“You won’t remember all my champagne problems.” You hummed along to the notes you were playing.

“That sounds beautiful, darling.” Tom smiled as he came behind you to rub your shoulders. “Is that new?”

“Yeah.” You nodded as you put your hand over his. “I’m not sure about it though. The lyrics are still a little iffy.”

“Play it for me.” Tom kissed your neck before taking a seat. “I’ll tell you my thoughts.”

“You won’t be any help.” You chuckled. “You’ll just tell me it’s the greatest song ever written like you always do.”

“I can’t help it.” He pouted. “You’re just so talented.”

“It helps to have the loveliest muse in the world.” You cooed, bringing a smile out of Tom.

“Play me the song.” Tom asked. “I’ll be totally honest. I promise.”

“Okay.” You agreed and pulled the keyboard onto your lap. As soon as you started to play the intro, Tom was enchanted.

“You booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt. Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you’re not sure which is worse.” You began. You looked up at Tom for approval and he gave you a cheerful thumbs up.

“Because I dropped your hand while dancing. Left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing. Champagne problems.” You sang softly. “Your mom's ring in your pocket. My picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it. Champagne problems.”

You stopped playing and looked at Tom to see what he thought. He happily applauded you, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“It’s amazing.” Tom grinned. “It’s the best song ever written.”

You gave him a skeptically look over your piano and he laughed.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “Is there more?”

“Yeah. I have more.” You nodded and positioned your fingers on the keys. “Here’s the second verse.”

“You told your family for a reason, you couldn't keep it in. Your sister splashed out on the bottle, now no one's celebrating.” You continued. “Dom Pérignon, you brought it. No crowd of friends applauded. Your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems. You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches. And I couldn't give a reason. Champagne problems.”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows as he slowly connected the lyrics together. Between the mention of the ring and the lack of celebration, Tom realized the song was about turning down a proposal. He knew you had never been proposed to before, so he wasn’t sure where the inspiration for the song came from. In the back of his mind, he began to panic. Especially since up in his room, carefully hidden in his sock drawer, was a ring. A diamond ring that he had bought specifically for the reason of asking you to marry him.

“What do you think?” You asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Um, it’s really good.” He said slowly. “Interesting topic.”

“Yeah. I wanted to do something I’d never done before.” You smiled proudly and your fingered the keys.

“Interesting, interesting.” Tom nodded in fear. “Is there more?”

“Yeah. I’m really proud of this next part.” You grinned. “Listen closely.”

Tom gulped as you began to sing the bridge, something he knew you were skilled at writing.

“Your Midas touch on the Chevy door. November flush and your flannel cure. "This dorm was once a madhouse". I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me". How evergreen, our group of friends. Don't think we'll say that word again.” You shook your head as you sang. “And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through.”

Tom really began to panic at this point. He knew it couldn’t be a coincidence that you decided to write a song about turning down a proposal a few weeks after he bought a ring. He had one more week to go until he was going to propose, and he assumed you figured that out. Since you were as kindhearted and non confrontational as you were, there was no way you’d turn down Tom if he got down on one knee. You must have written the song as a way to tell him you didn’t want to marry him before he embarrassed himself by proposing.

“One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go.” You looked into his eyes as you sang. “Sometimes you just don't know the answer ‘til someone's on their knees and asks you.”

“Oh God.” Tom gulped.

"She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in her head, " they said. But you'll find the real thing instead.” You sang to him as he stared at you with wide eyes. “She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred. And hold your hand while dancing. Never leave you standing crestfallen on the landing with champagne problems.”

“Hm.” He squeaked.

“Your mom's ring in your pocket. Her picture in your wallet. You won't remember all my Champagne problems. You won't remember all my Champagne problems.” You played the last few notes before looking at him.

“So.” You smiled. “What do you think?”

Tom opened his mouth to say something, but found his mind blank. You were testing him, and he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um, it’s interesting.” He said softly.

“Interesting? Do you not like it?” Your face fell.

“Um, it’s not that.” His expression was just as sad. He appreciated that you wanted to let him down easy, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Tom.” You noticed his solemn expression. “What’s the matter? Is it bad?”

“Do you...did you...”

“Did I what?” You asked when he trailed off.

“Did you find the ring?” He asked suddenly, making your head jut back.

“The...the what?” You laughed in confusion.

“You found the ring and wrote that song, didn’t you?” He asked sadly. “You wrote it and sang it to me because you didn’t know how to tell me you didn’t want to marry me.”

“Tom, what are you talking about?” You wondered as you stood up and walked over to him. “What ring?”

“The ring you found in my sock drawer.” He said like it was obvious. You stared at him for a long time, trying to understand what he was talking about.

“I didn’t find a ring in your sock drawer.” You told him. Tom’s face pulled back in shock as he realized he had jumped to an incorrect conclusion.

“Hm.” He nodded. “It appears I made an inaccurate assumption based on the information that I was given.”

“You weren’t given any information.” You said as you looked at him skeptically. “What’s going on?”

“I...I thought the song was your way of telling me no.” He sheepishly admitted.

“What?” You laughed, still thinking he was joking. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were sending me a subliminal message!” He exclaimed.

“I wasn’t! It’s just a song!” You shouted back. “And wait a minute, you have a ring in your sock drawer?”

“Yes, and?” He stood his ground.

“Yes, and?” You repeated in shock. “Did you seriously just say yes, and? Like we’re in the middle of an improv game?”

“It’s just a ring.” Tom shrugged it off to save himself from embarrassment. “What about it?”

“What about it?” You laughed in shock. “What kind of ring is it?”

Tom quieted down suddenly, at a loss for words in the middle of your screaming match. He realized he didn’t know how to answer your question, but he couldn’t leave you hanging, so he told you the best thing he could come up with.

“The finger kind.” He said quietly, making you let out a loud groan.

“I know it’s the finger kind.” You shouted. “But what’s it for?”

“Your finger?” Tom shrugged, making you hunch over to keep your composure. He knew he was dropping the ball so he quickly tried to redeem himself.

“I don’t understand the quest-“

“Were you going to propose to me?” You cut him off as you popped back up. All the other thoughts in Toms head went out the window as he remembered the original point of the conversation.

“Yes.” He said after a minute. “I was.”

“Tom.” You whispered through a smile. He smiled back, relishing in the happiness him proposing brought you.

“Hang on a minute.” He said before running out of the room. He returned soon with a velvet black box in his hand. You covered your mouth with your hands at the sight of the box, knowing exactly what it contained.

“I was gonna wait until our anniversary next week, but I guess the secrets kinda out.” He chuckled shyly as he walked up to you. You wiped a few tears away as you put your hands over his, rubbing his hand softly with your thumb.

“This wasn’t how I planned to ask you. I had a whole speech planned.” He said apologetically. “But I was never very good at keeping secrets. Seriously, there are like hours of content online just of me spoiling-“

“Yes.” You cut him off between sniffles.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Yes.” You repeated through a smile. “I will marry you.”

“You will?” His face lit up as his shaking hands struggled to open the box.

“I will.” You nodded repeatedly. Tom let out a shocked laugh as tears of joy streamed down his face. He finally got the box open and put the ring on your finger with trembling hands. You looked at it in admiration before pulling him into a long kiss. He instantly kissed you back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to keep you as close as possible. When you finally pulled away, you were both a mess of snot and tears.

“I got boogers on your face.” He grimaced as he wiped your face with the bottom of his shirt.

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “I’ll be mad about it tomorrow, but I’m too happy right now. I’m so, so happy.”

“I am too.” He sniffled. “How should we celebrate?”

“I have an idea.” You smirked. “Champagne?”

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rpmemes-galore · 2 years

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taylor swift : evermore album ... sentence starters

“Wreck my plans.”

“I'm all about you.”

“I see this for what it is.”

“And I know I'll pay for it.”

“Believe me, I could do it.”

“I don't need your ‘closure’.”

“Now no one's celebrating.”

“What died didn't stay dead.”

“Long story short, I survived.”

“You can run, but only so far.”

“Wherever you stray, I follow.”

“Forever is the sweetest con.”

“You know when it's time to go.”

“But I'm right where you left me.”

“You're so much older and wiser.”

“You haven't met the new me, yet.”

“Your heart was glass, I dropped it.”

“Long story short, it was a bad time.”

“Love slipped beyond your reaches.”

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing.”

“I'm fine with my spite. And my tears.”

“I call you out on your contrarian shit.”

“I'm begging for you to take my hand.”

“Everybody moved on, I stayed there.”

“What would he do if he found us out?“

“It was real enough to get me through.”

“Do you ever stop and think about me?”

“I think he did it, but I just can't prove it.”

“It wasn't right, the way it all went down.”

“The more that you say, the less I know.”

“In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you.”

“Sorry for not making you my centerfold.”

“Can't remember what I used to fight for.”

“Sometimes giving up is the strong thing.”

“I greet you with a battle hero's welcome.”

“Now I know I'm never gonna love, again.”

“I made you my temple, my mural, my sky.”

“It's never too late to come back to my side.”

“She thinks I did it, but she just can't prove it.”

“And the road not taken looks real good now.”

“Sorry, I can't see facts through all of my fury.”

“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?”

“Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark.”

“You left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

“Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind.”

“I can't make it go away by making you a villain.”

“I tried to pick my battles, 'til the battle picked me.”

“I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay.”

“I never would've known from that look on your face.”

“There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me.”

“Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.”

“I guess I should've known from the look on your face.”

“Show me the places where the others gave you scars.”

“While you were out building other worlds, where was I?”

“I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush.”

“I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.”

“I sit and watch you, I notice everything you do or don't do.”

“I always felt I must look better in the rear view, missing me.”

“Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled.”

“No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you.”

“You had some tricks up your sleeve. Takes one to know one.”

“After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that.”

“I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene.”

“I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore.”

“I hope she'll be a beautiful fool, who takes my spot next to you.”

“My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you.”

“Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?”

“And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were listening to me now.”

“Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you're not sure which is worse.”

“If it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow.”

“I gave it my all. He gave me nothing at all, then wondered why I left.”

“Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones, praying to his greed.”

“I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones, in a faith-forgotten land.”

“So, yeah, it's a war. It's the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it.”

“So, yeah, it's a fire. It's a goddamn blaze in the dark, and you started it.”

“There'll be happiness after you. But there was happiness because of you.”

“I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you.”

“And do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?”

“Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?”

“When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?”

“Never be so kind, you forget to be clever. Never be so clever, you forget to be kind.”

“Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you.”

“I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong.”

“If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would've asked you.”

“Never be so polite, you forget your power. Never wield such power, you forget to be polite.”

“I made you my temple, my mural, my sky... now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life.”

“I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night; rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife.”

#Taylor Swift Lyrics #rp meme #sentence starters

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Disclaimer: I have no idea how trains work.

You booked the night train for a reason / So you could sit there in this hurt / Bustling crowds or silent sleepers / You're not sure which is worse

The glasses covering his eyes felt like a hundred-pound weight on the bridge of his nose. He sniffed—no one noticed. He had to keep it together. Just for a little while longer. Just a few more minutes until he got to the train car.

“Fuck,” he inhaled sharply and fortunately, no one noticed again. It was almost enough to have a breakdown right there, in public. In front of everyone. There was no way on this earth he’d be able to board this train if there were no other seats. The idea of complete solitude was the only thread he could keep tied around his heart before he lost it.

This line was endless, and he thought he really might die right then and there. There was only one person in front of him and of course it felt like they were taking the longest of all the people he waited behind these last twenty-three minutes. “Next,” the cashier said, finally. He hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and sulked forward to the counter.

“I’ve got a reservation,” he murmured quietly and held out his ticket. “Um...” he said as the cashier looked it over.

“This is a reservation for...two?” She trailed off as she glanced back up to look at Harry. Immediately, her face paled. She reread the name again and winced. He knew in that moment she knew as well that he didn’t want to have the honeymoon train car.

The lump in Harry’s throat felt stationary. He’s not sure how he managed to utter his next sentence. “Is there ‘nother spot?”

She clicked into the computer and tapped a few keys. She pursed her lips and sighed. “Nothing private.”

Harry closed his eyes and summoned all his strength to take a deep breath. It would have to do—maybe the other passenger would already be asleep. He could cry to the moon in the window and manage himself. “Okay,” he said finally. “How much?”

She glanced at the line behind Harry and while she didn’t tell him, she noticed a lovely couple meandering toward the line with huge smiles and nothing but love in their eyes. “It’s okay,” she said. It’s the least I can do. She thought. “I’ll upgrade someone else. I’m sorry I don’t have a better offer,” she nodded sullenly. She meant it too. Poor thing. She thought.

“Thank you,” Harry whispered. He snagged his ticket from her and felt as if he was sprinting for the car indicated on the ticket. Just a few more steps. Except not completely because he couldn’t possibly have the breakdown that he was destined to have in front of whoever the other guest was—maybe he should turn around.

“Oh my God,” someone gasped. There went his turn around plan.

“Fuck,” he kept his eyes down and hurried further down the train. He could hear people following. He could see flashes in his peripherals. Fuck, fuck, fuck he thought. This wasn’t good. Privacy wasn’t possible and he wasn’t thinking. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be happy and bubbly. He wouldn’t have minded the flashes and the following. This was the happiest day of his life. It was the beginning of the rest of his life—what was a few pictures and autographs when you had forever?

If I pretend not to notice. Not to hear. He wished he hadn’t rushed out and thought for a moment longer about the consequences of boarding this train alone. Where is this car?!

He tightened his jaw and tears were spilling down his cheeks. There was no way he was going to make it peacefully to his train car. The noise behind him was getting more raucous and his chest was heaving. It felt like a brick was right where his heart should be. He sniffed again and this time he was sure everyone knew.

Practically bursting into the train car. He threw his stuff in the middle of the floor and tried his best to shut the door. “Sorry,” he muttered and turned his face away from the cameras, but they weren’t moving. He could hear them saying what big fans they were. Security would have been nice right now. Of course, he wasn’t thinking when he made his way to the station. Then again, how could he? His brain was as much mush as his heart was. He needed out as fast as possible and this was the result. He could feel the tears falling faster, words weren’t coming, and he felt helpless. People wanted his attention. His love. His autograph. What was he going to do? This was somehow his second worst idea that day.

Why won’t this door shut?

“HEY!” Someone shouted. The car was suddenly silent and even Harry forgot he was sad as he tried to pinpoint the sound. “This is private car! Get the fuck out!” He was pushed out of the way; the door was slammed shut and the curtains were drawn.

He melted. There was no way to hide it. He was on his knees for the second time that day—this time sobbing into his hands with no hope in his heart.

She was working on a crossword puzzle when she could hear the steady uprising of sound coming closer. Glancing at the door of the car, she thought nothing of it. Must have been a school group or a bachelorette party. Who knew? She continued reading the clues and peered out the window at the landscape stretched out in front of her. The setting sun was painting purples, pinks, and oranges across the barren winter landscape. It was beautiful. Cold weather and a train. What more could you want? She thought.

She was yanked away from her ogling as she realized the commotion was in her car. It was not a school group and not a bachelorette party. It was gaggle of Harry Styles fans trying to shove their way into her tiny private car and Harry Styles himself trying to keep them out. Without thinking she sprung to her feet and shoved Harry away from the door and yelled in her best teacher voice for everyone to fucking leave.

As she pulled the curtains over the windows glaring at the remaining fans that were doing their best to peer in, she made sure all the windows were covered. Not a millimeter of view from the outside.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the new noise in the train car: the sound of utter dismay—turmoil. She’d heard it once or twice before. The pain wracked her body as if it had happened this morning. She was kneeling beside Harry and gently coaxed him to the more comfortable seat near the window. Through his sobs she heard the conductor announce they were departing the station. She tossed her suitcase onto the floor and unzipped the outer pocket to produce her travel sized tissue packages. She pulled the plastic off roughly and placed them in Harry’s hand.

She did her best to remain as cool as possible. Naturally, between the teacher voice and the preparedness, she had to take care of him first. But she wasn’t immune. He was Harry. This beautiful creature who made her heart smile every time he did. Except he wasn’t even close to smiling. Maybe that’s why it was easy for her to focus on the empathy—the caring.

It felt so wrong to see him like this. Why was he like this? She was setting her bag back to it’s place as she thought back to the most recent article, she had read about him. What was it? Of course, there was a tour, but he was between legs—the holidays? he was spending time with his family and—

Oh.

Pull it together! He was shouting in his brain. This poor, lovely thing was seated across from him staring at him as she tried to figure out what to do. He was being ridiculous. He shouldn’t have gotten on the train.

“I’m—” he broke off into another sob.

She shook her head as his eyes shimmered with more tears. She was so blurry looking. He pulled the tissues out she gave him. He wiped his eyes, blew his nose. “Shh...” she said flipping her hand at him. “Just...” she looked just a little awkward. “Let it all out,” she said finally. If his heart wasn’t already shattered, it would have broken right there onto the train floor between them. This was so bad, but one little break would work. So, he sobbed.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing / Left you out there standing / Crestfallen on the landing / Champagne problems / Your mom's ring in your pocket / My picture in your wallet / Your heart was glass, I dropped it / Champagne problems

“What?” She smiled at him with a giggle. She was breathtaking. His favorite thing. He couldn’t believe he was with her. It felt so perfect. Her hand in his, close to his heart. The other hand was rested on his shoulder while his laid rest on her lower back.

He shook his head, a knowing joke in the back of his eyes as he smiled back at her. “I love you,” he shrugged and placed a warm kiss on her temple as he pulled her close. She giggled again and settled into his chest. The room was quiet. Their two families were gathered for a function—the planning had taken a lot of work and he was fortunate to have his mom and Gemma to help so much. The only ones that remained in the room were him, her, and a few stragglers from the event not involved in the party planning.

His heart started pounding as he thought of the excitement the next few hours would bring. The smiles, the champagne, the beautiful train ride for two to celebrate.

“You okay, love?” She wondered glancing up at him.

“Yes’m,” he murmured. “Why?”

She pulled her hand from his shoulder and rested it over his chest. “Sounds like a stampede in there.”

He grinned. “M’excited!” He said delightedly.

“Why’s that?” She wondered with a smirk.

Now or never. He thought.

“You look stunning,” he said quietly. She blushed.

“Thank you,” she whispered and ducked her head shyly.

“You always do,” he said and twirled her under his arm and then back into his embrace. “I adore you.” The blush on her cheeks remained as he took a deep breath thinking about the speech he’d been preparing for months. “You’re m’favorite person I’ve ever known. I can’t imagine life without you. I spend every moment thinking about you and every moment in between.”

“Harry,” she said her lips parting.

He knelt and pulled the velvet box from his pocket in one swift movement. The smoothest he’s ever been and all he could hope for in the special moment. He took a deep breath absorbing this moment. He didn’t want to forget a single thing, everything in his peripheral, all the colors, the sounds, the smells.

“I want t’spend the rest of m’life with you,” he said holding his mom’s ring out to her. “Will you marry me?” He said and smiled brightly at her while she stared back at him, her lips parted, her long dress cascading off her like a wedding dress.

“N-no,” she breathed.

The smile on Harry’s face, literally melted off. He was sure. It slid straight from under his nose right to the floor. His heart started to pound. Surely, he misheard her. “Wh-”

“Harry,” she gasped. “I’m so sorry...no.” She repeated, stronger. He snapped the box shut and got onto his feet. She stepped back a few paces.

“What do you mean no?” He felt like he was gasping for air.

“I don’t want to be married,” she said and stared at him as he was wild looking. He knows he was. But he was floored.

“Oh.”

The silence was deafening. “Harry, I—”

“I have to go,” he said, and his muscles felt like Jell-o. His legs were somehow carrying him, but he had no control. He swiped at his eyes to find tears there. He was rushing. Rushing, rushing, rushing. Ignoring her voice. That beautiful voice. His everything. His reason for being. Running up the steps. He tripped, finally, on the landing of the staircase. He braced himself for a moment. The box in his pocket burning his thigh. He pulled it back out, looked at it. The ring glittering and mocking him with such happy twinkles in the light. His chest was burning too. He yanked his wallet out of his coat pocket. It burned his fingertips. Where is it? Tears blurred his vision as he fumbled to open it with the ring box still in his hand.

Between his fingers was the first picture of them. He and her attended one of her college festivities. A photobooth picture. He kissed her cheek while she wrinkled her cute little nose at the camera.

He crumpled it. His palm burning. All that time. How could I not know?

He glanced at the door just eight stairs above him. On the other side aw aited his family and friends anxiously itching to celebrate the engagement that would never be. His sister was planning to splash him with champagne.

He couldn’t imagine. He bolted down the steps again and straight to the taxi stand waiting outside. While he waited, he pulled out his phone to text Gemma, but he was shaking so violently he dropped his phone straight into the sewer grate. All the better. He thought.

His car was waiting for him. The driver was told two people and several hours later. “Uh...”

“Train station, please,” Harry begged and slammed the door shut as he situated himself inside. His bags were packed and in the back waiting for him and his fiancée that would never be.

The driver pulled out into traffic and Harry watched the small frame disappear in the rear view mirror as the tears started to descend. You told your family for a reason / You couldn't keep it in Your sister splashed out on the bottle Now no one's celebrating / Dom Pérignon, you brought it / No crowd of friends applauded / Your hometown skeptics called it / Champagne problems / You had a speech, you're speechless / Love slipped beyond your reaches / And I couldn't give a reason / Champagne problems

There was a knock at their door. She put on her best teacher face. Her angry one. The one that scared her scary teenage students into silence. She cracked the door. But it wasn’t fans. It was just the waitstaff. She immediately turned off the attitude. “I’m so sorry—I thought you were someone else,” she admitted with a warm smile. He smiled back politely.

“Can I get anything for the two of you?” He asked marking their door with two tickets.

She glanced back into the car, Harry was staring at his hands and the sobs turned into sniffles. His head must have been aching. She turned back. “Two teas, two waters, please?” She asked.

“Coming right up,” he nodded and sauntered to the next car.

Closing the door, she turned back to her car mate and then sat beside her purse. She pulled out a smaller bag and dug briefly before retrieving the aspirin bottle. Shaking out two tiny pills she placed them in Harry’s hand and closed them into his fist. She dug more into her bag and found an unopened water bottle. “A-ha!” She murmured to herself. Handing it to Harry she sat beside him now. He sniffed. She pressed her lips together as she looked him over. His hair was in disarray. His poor eyes were Christmas colored. His green irises brighter than the most beautiful emeralds surrounded by the deepest ruby red she’d ever seen. He swallowed the two pills and then his shoulders shook as the remaining cries shook his core.

His lower lip trembled. She gently reached out to his arm and couldn’t stop herself from trying to comfort. She tested the waters carefully, soothingly touching his arm and stroking a small circle into the top of his shoulder. He leaned into it, his tears spilling over again as a strangle cry left his lips and he all but fell into her lap. Her heart broke for him. She didn’t say anything. Just let him cry as she carded her fingers through his hair.

Get. It. Together. He heaved a huge breath, his whole body shaking. He stifled his cries. Just for a minute. This would be a matter of will more than anything. He slowly lifted himself from this poor stranger’s lap and he noted it looked like she fucking wet her pants because he sobbed into her jeans for so long. “Jesus,” he murmured rubbing his eyes. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said, and it really did sound like she meant it. He shook his head and he reached for his bag and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. They were her favorites.

“These are comfy,” he mumbled and tossed them to her. There was a knock at the door.

“That’s probably the drinks,” she said.

He pulled the door out of the way. No fans lingered. He’d have to learn about the teacher voice she used earlier. “Thank you,” he said.

He handed her a cup of tea, the pants she held folded on her lap. “M’sorry. M’sure you didn’t want someone sniveling all over you on your nice train ride.”

“It’s really okay,” she shrugged sipping her tea. “I’ve cried on this train too,” she admitted.

He would come back to that when he was able to breathe regularly. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For...” he sighed and wiped his eyes again. “Getting rid of everyone, the tissues, the medicine...the crying.”

“Really, it’s okay,” she promised. They sat silently for a while, and she stared out the window watching the rolling landscape fly by.

“Do you have a phone I could use?” Harry asked. She pulled hers from her bag and unlocked it for him. He texted his mum. I’m okay. Xx I need some time. Love. “Thank you again.” He thought of his own phone, drifting through the city pipes. Harry paced a few steps as he sipped his tea. The tears filled his vision again, but it was getting easier. He wouldn’t sob again...probably. “I...” he started and glanced at the lovely girl who’s had to deal with so much thus far on what should have been a... pretty lonely train ride, he realizes. “I hadn’t thought if she’d say no,” he mumbled. She nodded gently listening. She didn’t want to say anything. Harry was certain she must think he’s crazy—a lunatic. He sat beside her. “She...” His heart broke again, and his stomach churned. “She was the love of my life.”

She’s listening so closely, a friendly ear. A total stranger. Harry Styles just sobbed and snotted all over her. But she’s just there, quietly, not judgmentally listening. Her fingers tap at the warm teacup and she lets the warmth of the steam envelope her face as she looks over Harry. “You will be okay,” she says simply.

He nods but the tears fall. “I ‘spose,” he whispers. “But...”

“Listen, I know you don’t know me well, but I don’t think we have just one love,” she said softly she places her tea into the cupholder beside her seat. “I hope we don’t. Because if we do then mine died way too young. Where does that leave me? It’s not fair and it’s not right. I don’t believe it,” she shook her head and stared out the window. Harry sobered for just a moment.

“I’m so sorry,” he said.

Immediately, she looked displeased with herself. “Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry...I...no, you...your pain is valid, and I was just—”

“No,” he interrupted. “It’s...s’what I need t’hear,” he nodded. “I appreciate it.”

She relaxed a little, grateful she didn’t offend Harry. “We got engaged,” she hedges quietly eyeing Harry to see if he can handle it. “And... well, riding this train is what you do, you know? So that’s what we did,” she smiles at the memory as she closes her eyes and sighs so deeply. The pain is still fresh, Harry can see it. He knows it. He’s felt it firsthand. “Then,” she shrugs and doesn’t say anything for a few moments. “Every year since...I’ve been stuck watching couples who are so lovely beyond words and all I can think about is how I don’t get that. So, I just want to...have to believe that was not it for me,” she says. “Don’t get me wrong, it hurts, and it sucks and every other horrible emotion,” she says looking out the window again. “But it can’t be the only one.”

Harry nods and looks out the window for a time. “I hope you’re right.”

She smiles. “I pride myself on being right 97 percent of the time.” Harry smirks. He doesn’t know how because he was so sure that he would never smile ever again.

“Jus’ 97 percent?”

“Well, no one is right 100 percent of the time.”

Somehow Harry found himself laughing.

Maybe she was right. Maybe he would heal.

I never was ready, so I watch you go / Sometimes you just don't know the answer / 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you / "She would've made such a lovely bride / What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said / But you'll find the real thing instead / She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

Harry felt as if the year since he met her had flown so quickly. The incident wore off a little more every day since the day it happened. His new friend and he rode the train into the countryside. The trip felt short after that first few hours of crying.

“Thank you for everything,” he said as the train arrived at their final station.

“Anytime, Harry,” she said softly. She gave his arm a squeeze as she started for the door. He reached for her arm quickly.

“Erm...could I...have your number, to call you if I feel—” he trailed off.

“Of course!” She said and she dropped all her bags readily and reached for her purse. Out came a business card. It was decorated with flowers and had her name and number written in silver on the black background. He examined it for a moment and then slid it into his front pocket.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Harry.” She paused and looked at her feet, scuffed her toe on the floor. “Look, I know that it’s still raw, and...look, she’s fucked if she didn’t want to marry you, that’s it,” she shrugged.

It hurt to hear but it sounded so good. Harry felt tears burn in his eyes, but he couldn’t help but laugh. There was nothing else he could say. He certainly couldn’t argue.

Now she was there, arranging a room for her to have of her own. Harry’s invitation to be part of his life. Since Harry would be traveling, she didn’t want to move in completely. “I’ll be pretty lonely,” she shrugged. “It’s...not about not wanting you. I’ll be here the moment you arrive to the moment you leave. Is that okay?” She wondered.

He nodded. She could do whatever she wanted. He’s pretty sure if she said no to a proposal, he’d still adore her. Maybe that’s why she was different than the last time. But really, he knew it was so much more than that. She was so much more than that.

Every night no matter what he was doing and where he was, he sent her a voicemail saying he adored her and thanked her for being his. He was way over his head. He believed in what she said now. There couldn’t be one love of his life because it certainly was her. She was an angel. She adored his friends and family and they were in love with her too.

“I love this one,” his mum whispered to Harry as she helped carry dishes into the kitchen one evening. She was humming some tune as she washed the dishes in the sink ushering Anne away since she was the one that made the yummy food. Harry smiled gently and reminisced about that awful train ride that now seemed like a blessing. He didn’t think about one of the worst moments in his life. He thought about that teacher voice that yelled at strangers and the way his sweatpants looked on her after he cried all over her jeans.

When he was home, she was there. They watched movies, played board games, they went to dinner, and watched the clouds change shape in the park. When she worked, he was so distraught without her, he waited for her at the door like a puppy. She always came in smiling even when she had a hard day. He would cup her face and kiss her like he was never going to kiss her again. “You spoil me, Har-bear,” she joked as a pink blush painted her cheeks.

They sometimes wouldn’t do anything. Just lay on the couch, her ear pressed to his heart and their breathing would sync. His fingers tangled into her hair, and he felt so utterly at home like this it was the best feeling. He can’t remember life before her. He didn’t want to. He just wanted her for the rest of his days.

He never pressed, but when she spoke about her last fiancé it was always a bit of sadness mixed with the happiness. It was usually around important dates. “I don’t want t’replace him,” Harry assured her.

“I don’t think you could. But that’s okay,” she smiled gently and reached out to rub Harry’s cheek with her thumb. “I like you as you are.”

“Just like?” He asked.

“Just like,” she giggled and winked.

Harry could feel it in his soul that she was the only thing he needed. It was as easy as breathing. But it also terrified him. He was plagued by what ifs and bad memories. He didn’t know what to do about it. Harry knew she was different than last time but there was no way of knowing...you never know apparently. That’s what Harry had learned.

All that worry dissipated the moment her gaze met his. It was like magic. He would do it. No, he wouldn’t. He could! He couldn’t. It was antagonizing to have this many mixed emotions pulling him in either direction. He would wait. He’d do it tomorrow. He couldn’t ask. He had to ask.

Whatever he decided, he wanted it to be perfect, he knew that much. He wouldn’t let it end like last time.

And hold your hand while dancing / Never leave you standing / Crestfallen on the landing / With champagne problems / Your mom's ring in your pocket / Her picture in your wallet / You won't remember all my / Champagne problems

It was later. Not days later but not years and years later either. To him, it was exactly the right time. He hoped she would feel the same way.

She was typing at her desk in her office—her home away from home in Harry’s house. She faced the view of her heart’s desires. Harry made sure of it. The beautiful sunset that shone into the room every day. Her favorite part of the day. “It just means as bad as the day was, it can’t get any worse. It’s over,” she said. It sounded sad, but she said it so sweetly he couldn’t argue with her.

“You gonna come in or just stare at me?” She said without looking over her shoulder.

He entered and sat on the small loveseat on the other side of the room. Facing the sunset still. He was fidgeting furiously, knee bouncing, heart racing, he bit at the skin around his thumb. She turned from her laptop and turned to look at him. “No biting,” she chided. “What’s the matter, Har-bear?” She asked with gentle eyes and a beautiful smile. “You’ve been so off lately. Are you gonna tell me or what?” She tilted her head at him.

Of course, she knew. He couldn’t hide anything from her. Except this. She was somehow completely oblivious to this. He swallowed the lump in his throat. She’s different. You can’t think about it like this. He felt his stomach churn.

“Hey,” she whispered suddenly coming over quickly to him. She knelt in front of him and pushed herself between his long legs and peered up to his eyes under some floppy brown curls that dangled in front of his face. She pulled his hands into hers. Stroking the back of his hand with her thumb, she placed a kiss to his knuckles. “Hey,” she repeated when he was still bouncing. “It’s okay,” she breathed so easily and soothed him so readily. “It’s just me.”

Yeah, but you’re everything.

“I have to tell you something,” he blurted. She blinked at him. He felt her hands stiffen just a little. “It’s nothing bad.” He said eventually. Her hands relaxed instantly.

“Okay,” she said soothingly, again. Her thumb stroking his skin. He felt so at ease in this room. She worked so diligently. Quietly, softly, lovely. All the things he adored about her. The room was a soft champagne color. Not overwhelming—just a light, bubbly reminder that it would be okay as long as she was there. Is this color, okay? She asked. She could have painted it black. Harry would have yielded. Whatever her heart wanted he wanted to give her. Pictures she had painted with friends in college, at work, with old friends, with Harry, with new friends, lined the walls. All enveloping Harry in the most comfortable atmosphere. The room was entirely her. A hug and a kiss. He slept in here when he missed her most while she was back home. “Tell me what you’re feeling,” she said cupping the side of his face and rubbing her thumb over his cheek. Somehow it was a command even though she would never force him to say anything if he didn’t want to.

“M’scared,” he started. She nodded, waiting for more. There didn’t need to be more, but she waited. Swallowing, he reached a hand to cup her cheek in his palm. She smiled softly, her cheek filling his hand. She turned to his palm and kissed it. “I’m...” he began and exhaled methodically. “M’desperately in love with you,” he said.

Her cheek warmed in his palm. She glanced down at her other hand in his and she nodded. “I’m pretty crazy about you too,” she said.

“No,” he shook his head. “I think I would die if it wasn’t for you.”

“I don’t think that’s true, but I would die without you too,” she said sweetly.

He took a deep breath. “The...the last time I felt this way...” he paused then looked into her eyes. She was frozen. She knows. She nodded slowly just once. “I really want to ask you something,” he said, and his voice cracked a little bit. “But I’m so scared,” the words were barely a whisper. Tears brimmed at the bottom of those beautiful green eyes.

She squeezed his hand. “Harry,” she said so softly. “You don’t have to be scared. Not with me.”

“You deserve a huge, beautiful, big to do...but I can’t,” his voice broke on every other word.

“No, no, I don’t need that...you are...you are all I could ask for and more,” she promised.

He dragged his hand over his face and wiped the tears away. “You must think I’m an idiot.”

“Not for this,” she said lightly and caught a tear that he missed.

“Right here?” He wondered.

“It could be,” she nodded.

“You really don’t mind?”

“Not even a little.”

Harry pulled her to her feet with him, nearly pulling them both down into a heap. She braced herself with a smirk and steadied him. He sniffed and stuffed his hand into his pocket pulling out a velvet box and clicking it open as he knelt before her.

“Kitten, I lo—”

“Yes,” she blurted.

He snickered as she giggled and waved her hands in front of her eyes as tears blurred her vision. This would be easier. So much easier. He breathed out a huge breath that he doesn’t know how long he’d been holding. She’s gonna say yes. “Kitten,” he restarted. “I love you more than I need to breathe. You are my entire world and beyond. On the days I need you most, you’re all I see and all I can ask for. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I want to give you everything you deserve and then some. You’re my best friend.”

“Can you please ask?” She said her breath catching as she cried.

Harry chuckled and slid the ring onto her third finger. “Will you marry me?” He asked quietly.

“Yes,” she nodded. “Yes, absolutely, obviously, you silly goose.” She said and pulled him to his feet and then stood on her tip toes to kiss him.

He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her tight. “Did you know?” He said pulling back and kissing her forehead.

“Not even a little.”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“For what?” She wondered.

“I really...I don’t have a party or a speech or...”

“Harry, I just need you.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re all the champagne and confetti I could ever want,” she said stroking her thumbs over his cheeks and kissing him again. He liked the sound of that.

You won't remember all my /Champagne problems

#one direction #one direction preferences #one direction imagine #one direction blurbs #1direction #1d imagines #1d blurbs #harry styles #harry #styles #harry styles imagine #champagne problems

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spookyswiftie111 · 2 years

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Champagne Problems (Part 2 to Right Girl)

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, implied smut

Pairing: Drew x Reader

Words: Y/N (Your Name)

Notes: Here is the second part to “Right Girl”! This is from Y/N’s POV and how she comes back to Drew. I am hoping to write the third and final part later this week about where Drew and Y/N is now. ENJOY!! :)

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“You booked the night train for a reason so you could sit there in this hurt. Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you're not sure which is worse. Because I dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing. Crestfallen on the landing, champagne problems.”

It was the day I had dreamed of ever since I was a little girl, my wedding day. I stood staring in the mirror at my lace princess dress that was everything I ever dreamed of, but it all felt so wrong. I met a boy two years ago and for me, it was love at first sight. I would always laugh at people who claimed they had seen love at first sight because, how cheesy. But he was perfect. He was tall, blonde, and the brightest blue eyes. His smiled could light up any room and that is what drew me to him. We had a one-night stand and he left for LA. Though we had mended things and became friends, my heart was still his. I felt so bad for my fiancé because I was loving him with half of my heart. He wasn’t a bad guy and he treated me so well, but he wasn’t Drew.

I met up with Drew last night at the bar we first met at, because why the hell not torture myself even more. He had changed only a little, but his hair was in a buzz cut now, making him even more attractive if that was possible. I knew it was dangerous seeing him the night before, but his confession of love made it uncharted territory. What made it almost fatal is that I felt the same exact way and I knew it was wrong for my situation.

“Hey there wifey to be!” My best friend peeked in the door to check on me.

“Are you ready to do this? It looks like a fairytale out there. A fairytale with the wrong prince, I thought to myself.

“Listen, I need you to go get my groom.” I say taking my veil off and laying it in the chair beside me.

“That’s bad luck, Y/N. We can’t do that.” My best friend laughed.

“I’m being serious, please. I need to talk to him before this ceremony. Bad luck isn’t going to matter.” I say sitting down and popping a bottle of champagne to take the edge off the heart I was about to break.

My groom walks in and I feel my stomach drop. He was madly in love with me, but damn did we argue. I feel I placed him as a void in my life to fill the hole Drew left and it was unfair to him.

“Hey – wow, you look…. Beautiful.” He smiled and took me in.

“Thanks, you look pretty dapper yourself.” I smile slightly at him.

“So, what did you need that was so worth risking a lifetime of bad luck for?” He sits down and places his hand on top of mine.

“I love you; I really do but I can’t do this.” I look down at my dress.

“Can’t do what?” he says confused.

“I can’t marry you. You have been so kind to me but, I cannot go through a lifetime trying to learn to love the person I am supposed to be one with.” I take a large swig of my champagne.

“You are telling me this on our wedding day, where every one of our family and friends have come to support us.” He moves his hand off mine to stand up and pace the floor.

“I think this would be a lot better than a divorce.” I laugh.

“Who is he?” He stops to look at me, heartbreak clear on his face.

“Wha - what do you mean?” I say now taking a drink from the bottle.

“You were gone almost all-night last night. Your best friend told me. You came back to your hotel room wrecked and something had clearly happened. You lied to me and there is no way a night alone did that to you.” He sits down across from me and looks down to the floor.

“I met Drew to catch up. We met at the bar we first met at, and we drank all night. We got dinner at his hotel room, and I tried so hard to not feel this way, but he’s the one.” I say as tears stream down my face.

“Oh, Drew the one-night stand from two years ago. The one who proved he didn’t care enough to stay. That is who is worth leaving the person who moved away from home for you at the altar.” He is now red-faced, and anger is setting in.

“I loved him the moment I met that night. Sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time, and I think it has taken me trying to love you the way I love him to realize that. I’m sorry and I know that won’t fix the huge fuck up I am creating, but please know I am.” I say wiping my face.

“Well. I guess this is goodbye then.” He remarks as he leaves the room in haste.

I grab everything I owned and the suitcase that was meant for my honeymoon. I would get the rest at home later, but for now I needed to get out of here. I needed to catch Drew before he left. I take my ring off and lay it on the table with the now empty bottle of cheap champagne and head out to catch a cab to Drew’s hotel.

My best friend called me during the cab ride.

“What the hell was that Y/N? A champagne-soaked mess you have made here.” She sounded upset

“I know and I feel awful, but I had to get to Drew. He’s the one, you know this.” I stare out the window and hope the man of my dreams was still here. She just sighs, thinking for the right thing to say next.

“How is he?” I ask solemnly, truly concerned for my broken used to be groom.

“Your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet, your heart was glass, I dropped it, champagne problems. You told your family for a reason; you couldn't keep it in. Your sister splashed out on the bottle, now no one's celebrating. Dom Pérignon, you brought it. No crowd of friends applauded; your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems. You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches.”

“He is broken, of course. He said he felt blindsided, and he know you guys argued a lot but he never felt you would just leave. He found his mom’s ring that you left in your dressing room.” Her voice trails off.

“Well, it was in their family for generations, so he clearly deserved it back.”

“His sister threatened to come finds you and whip your ass for breaking his heart, but she’s about two bottles of champagne in the wind.” She giggles at the thought of his drunk sister.

“When has she not been too drunk to function.” I share a giggle back.

“Your dad is pissed to say the least and your mom is acting like it was her who isn’t getting married anymore. It is a mess. So many of his friends and childhood family claimed they knew you’d never make it down the aisle.” She clears her throat.

“Well dad can deal with it another day and mom need to quit living vicariously through me anyway. None of his family or friends ever liked me so, I am not shocked.” I notice my phone buzz and pull back to see a text from Drew’s brother saying he has just talked to him. Suddenly my phone is blowing up with Drew’s face and even though it was only a photo on my phone screen, seeing his face brought me immense comfort.

“How evergreen, our group of friends. Don't think we'll say that word again and soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through. One for the money, two for the show, I never was ready, so I watch you go. Sometimes you just don't know the answer ‘til someone's on their knees and asks you. "She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head, " they said.”

“Forget about all of this here. His friends were never your friends anyway and to be honest, I never thought he was your perfect match anyway.” She states this with such confidence in her voice that somehow, she called all this mess.

“I’m sure I will be blamed for fucking their holiday season as well, considering Thanksgiving is two weeks away, but I never realized the void he was filling until I seen Drew last night and then the reflection of myself in that mirror in someone else’s fairytale.” I place my face in my hands. I suddenly hear someone shouting and it was not my best friend’s voice.

“Tell that little bitch she never would have made a good wife anyway. She’s so fucked in the head from that one-night stand that she fucked up my brother’s heart.” I recognize the voice to be his sister.

“Oh, go to hell.” My best friend snarks back and I can’t help but laugh.

“Listen, go get your true prince charming. I’ll deal with the true fucked in the head here.” She huffs.

“Thank you for everything.” I smile and hang up right as we pull up to Drew’s hotel. I gather my luggage and lag my big ass dress through the puddles and rainstorm that has overtaken the outskirts of Atlanta.

“But you'll find the real thing instead. She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred and hold your hand while dancing. Never leave you standing. Crestfallen on the landing with champagne problems. Your mom's ring in your pocket, her picture in your wallet. You won't remember all my champagne problems.”

Here I was about to knock on Drew’s hotel room door. My heart felt like it could explode and my wedding dress too damn tight to help me breathe. But I knocked. Despite the nerves and the racing thoughts, I knocked. And suddenly the door opened as if he knew I was coming.

There he stood, looking like the night before had run him over, but he was still so fucking handsome. He was wearing only sweatpants that hung perfectly on his hips. He just stared at me like it was all a dream and I felt that reality too. I had dreamed of this day for two years since that night and here we are. I was afraid to pinch myself because what if I woke up?

“I thought rain on your wedding day was supposed to be good luck” he says smiling like he somehow knew we would be here like this.

“You look like shit, pretty boy.” I say smiling at him and fighting the urge to run into his muscular arms.

“Me? Have you seen yourself blondie?” he says wiping the tears from my face. I walk in with my suitcase behind me. I sit down on the bed in a trance.

“I couldn’t do it, Drew. He wasn’t you. He wasn’t the right boy.” I look up at him begging for comfort. I needed to feel his embrace, to know he felt the same. He bends down and places himself between my legs and strokes my face. Everything suddenly stopped.

“Baby girl. Come here.” He says embracing me in a hug and kissing my head. I begin to cry into his bare shoulder, and I run my hands up and down his back.

“I love you so much, Drew. Will you help me pick up the pieces in my life?” I say leaning my forehead to his.

“You remembered?” he says placing a kiss on my lips.

“How could I forget? I kind of left a whole ass man at the altar for that.” I giggle between kisses.

“Well first, let’s get you out of this dress.” he says taking my straps and pushing them off my shoulders.

“Do the wrong thing to the right girl all over again, pretty boy.” I smirk before he begins unzipping my wedding dress and throwing it to the side with all my heart break from the past.

We recreate the first night we met, and it was a magical, sweaty moment. But as Drew had aged, he became gentler. Even though it could be that he was sober this time around, I know it was because how much he loved me.

My heart hurt for the pain I had just caused someone innocent, but I know he will find someone perfect for him who won’t love him with half of their heart.

Drew gets dressed and goes to find us coffee while I take a shower to wash off the day.

“I’m back beautiful.” He knocks on the bathroom door, and I smile at the thought of our naked bodies intertwined just moments ago.

This life I was about to live with my best friend and lover was going to be something we read to our grandkids one day, minus my champagne problems.

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alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer · 3 years

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champagne problems (part 1)

here's my first part of my modern no magic "champagne problems" singer-songwriter quarantine thomastair AU! happy birthday to @foxglove-airmid even though I don't think it's your birthday where you live anymore (and I still haven't posted zia's birthday fic, it'll happen I swear)!

no content warnings for this part (besides maybe quarantine), but future parts will include discussions of mental illness, substance abuse, and a suicide attempt

obviously, the song alastair "wrote" in the fic is not mine, it's by taylor swift! and a few of the lyrics have been changed!

Masterlist | AO3

Thomas breathed out a sigh of relief as he lugged his suitcase up onto the fifth floor landing.

“‘Ere we are,” Piers announced as he unlocked the door.

Thomas was utterly exhausted, such was the result of taking a redeye flight across the Atlantic during a global pandemic, but any idea of rest that he’d had was interrupted when he heard the sound of piano flood the apartment.

“Ah, sorry about that,” Piers nodded, “One of my flatmates, the walls are paper thin. He can’t record at the studio right now, but he’s trying to finish his EP, so it’s been a bit noisier around here. He’ll take a break soon, hopefully.”

Thomas shook his head. “It’s no problem. Thank you, again, for allowing me to stay here. I’ll be looking for my own place as soon as the quarantine is up.”

“Of course. You’ve got the couch as long as you need it. Couldn’t just hang you out to dry, could I? Although, you did pick a god awful time to move to the city, if I do say so myself.”

Thomas sat down on the couch and tried to make himself comfortable. It was more comfortable than the flight or the airport, at least. “I know… I considered postponing the move, but the visa was so difficult to get, I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. They say this will all blow over in a couple of weeks, but borders are closing and I heard talk of them suspending all pending visa applications. I didn't know how long it would be if I waited, if the job was even still here for me at all.” Although at first entrance, the music had seemed to be a nuisance, it now comforted him. It wasn’t bad at all, in fact, it quite reminded him of the days Alastair’s playing had filled their flat…

“Where did you say you were working again? At a record company?”

“Yeah. I’m just doing pretty basic stuff for now, but if I ever do want to record my own music, I’ve got to start somewhere.”

“Hm,” Piers said, gesturing to the room the music was coming from. “Perhaps you’ll get on with him well, then. Would you like some tea?”

Thomas nodded and Piers went to start the teapot. Piers continued, “Though I suppose he's more of the tortured artist type. Very reserved, quite prickly. I didn't even meet him until a couple weeks after I moved in here because he was off in some psychiatric hospital.” Thomas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was never one for gossip. “My other roommate’s nice, though, I think you’ll like him. He-”

“How did you end up in New York, again? I don’t think I ever asked.”

Piers dove into the subject change quite readily, explaining his uni - or college - years in New York City and his decision to stay afterwards. Thomas had tuned most of it out, truthfully. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude, but he was rather exhausted, and Piers was wearing thin on his patience.

As the kettle started to whine, Thomas heard the musician begin to sing, and he froze. It sounded so much like Alastair. But it couldn't be, could it? With over 8 million people living in the city, he would not end up in Alastair's apartment by accident. His Alastair was certainly reserved and prickly, but it wasn't possible. It must be like all those times he thought he saw him on a street he'd never walked or heard his laugh in a café he'd never been to. Just his mind, tricking him. Even if he knew that voice so well, despite not hearing it in so long.

“It’s quite good, isn’t it? His first single just dropped.” Piers asked, bringing over his cup of tea. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d been staring intently at the door.

Thomas took the cup. “Hm? Yeah, I guess. Thanks.”

“You should look it up. It’s called “champagne problems” by Simurgh. That’s spelled- Well, it should come up.”

The name Simurgh sounded familiar, but Thomas couldn’t put his finger on where he knew it from. At Piers’ insistence, he pulled out his phone and brought up the song. As he skimmed through the first few lines, a cold feeling settled in his stomach.

“You booked the night train for a reason So you could sit there in this hurt Bustling crowds or silent sleepers You're not sure which is worse”

“Simurgh,” Thomas realized.

“Yeah, I think it’s Arabic or something.”

It took Thomas a moment to process that Piers was responding to him. “It’s Persian.” He was certain that Alastair would have some very stern words to say if he heard Piers confusing the two, actually. Thomas had admittedly let his Farsi skills deteriorate quite a bit since the breakup, but he was fairly certain the name came from the Shahnameh. There was no doubt in Thomas’ mind now: he was staying in Alastair’s apartment, and Alastair’s first single was about one of the most painful days in Thomas’ life. “I, er, I used to study it.”

“Oh, yes, that’s right!” Piers launched into a tangent that Thomas tuned out as he read through the rest of the page.

“Because I dropped your hand while dancing Left you out there standing Crestfallen on the landing Champagne problems”

“Thomas? Are you alright?”

He realized then that his hand was trembling so badly that his tea nearly spilled. He used his other hand to steady it. “Oh, uh, yes, I’m just tired.”

“Perhaps you should rest. I can ask Alastair to quiet down for a while-”

“No!” he exclaimed rather too forcefully. “No, that’s not necessary. I’d just rather not talk, if that’s alright.”

Piers nodded.

Thomas kept reading.

“Your mom's ring in your pocket My picture in your wallet Your heart was glass, I dropped it Champagne problems”

Of all the songs, why did he release the one about him? Why was it about a memory still so painful in Thomas’ heart, all of these years later? He remembered it so well, standing there, alone, shattered into a million pieces.

“You told your family for a reason You couldn't keep it in Your sister splashed out on the bottle Now no one's celebrating”

He was fairly certain that Barbara had been more excited than even he was, confident that Alastair would accept, and so very proud of her baby brother, all grown up. She’d been furious when it fell apart, but it was her who stood with him during the aftermath, who boarded him onto a train to Edinburgh to visit Eugenia when he couldn’t stand to be in the same city as him any longer, who went through his phone, blocking all of Alastair’s accounts so that he could obsess over him no longer, who comforted him as he wept and held him as he picked the pieces of himself back up again.

And all the more sour was the memory in light of her death.

“Dom Pérignon, you brought it No crowd of friends applauded Your hometown skeptics called it Champagne problems”

He looked up at Piers, who had fortunately become enthralled with something on his phone and was no longer paying Thomas any mind. He lifted the teacup gingerly to his lips, but he felt far too sick to take a drink.

“You had a speech, you're speechless Love slipped beyond your reaches And I couldn't give a reason Champagne problems”

A reason, that’s all Thomas had wanted. Just any explanation. He understood if they were moving too fast, or perhaps he’d misread something, but he just didn’t understand it.

Why? Why can’t you tell me why? I deserve an explanation, Alastair. Please, anything.

I… I’m sorry, Thomas.

Stop it! Stop apologizing! We can just go home and pretend this never happened, please, forget about all of it, it was a stupid idea-

Thomas, stop. I shouldn’t’ve… This was a mistake. I’m sorry I didn’t see that sooner.

That was the moment Thomas felt his heart stop beating.

“Your Midas touch on the Chevy door November flush and your flannel cure "This dorm was once a madhouse" I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me" How evergreen, our group of friends Don't think we'll say that word again And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through”

Despite the nearly two decades Thomas had spent in London before Alastair, it was never the same without him. He saw him everywhere he went, despite knowing he was thousands of miles away. After graduating uni that May, he accepted a spot at a graduate program in Spain and didn’t look back.

“One for the money, two for the show I never was ready so I watch you go Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you "You’re the only one I want by my side, What a shame you’re fucked in the head," you said”

Those were the words that haunted Thomas’ nightmares, even now.

It’s you! It’s only you for me! It was always going to be you! But I can see now that I was never going to be enough for you, you and your secrets and walls and your lies. It’s a shame… it’s a shame you’re so fucked in the head, Alastair. You’ll never truly love anyone, will you? You’re not physically capable of it.

Alastair hadn’t responded. Thomas had wanted a rise out of him, any reaction at all, despite knowing how lethal and volatile Alastair could become when provoked. But there was nothing. Not a flicker of anything in his steeled expression. He’d simply looked down, apologized again for any pain that he’d caused, and left.

That was the last time they’d spoken.

Thomas and his sister left for Edinburgh that night, and when he’d returned to London, Alastair was gone.

“Well, you'll find the real thing instead Who'll patch up your tapestry that I shred And hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing Crestfallen on the landing With champagne problems”

Thomas couldn’t imagine giving his heart to anyone again, not now and certainly not then. He’d dated in Madrid, but it had always stayed casual. He’d made sure of it. He could see now that he and Alastair had gotten together quickly, moved in together quickly, done all of it very quickly. After all, he’d fallen hard and fast. He gave all of himself to Alastair, and he’d nearly lost all of himself in the process.

“Your mom's ring in your pocket New picture in your wallet You won't remember all my Champagne problems

“You won't remember all my Champagne problems”

Now, he wondered what the rest of the story was. He’d convinced himself that Alastair had never loved him, that he was heartless and cruel, though he’d known that wasn’t true. Could Alastair have written this song if he’d never truly loved him? Perhaps he was a sociopath.

Thomas felt like he should run. Like he should pick up his bag and dart out of the apartment before Alastair could notice him, find some hotel somewhere with undoubtedly extraordinary high rates and just pretend like this never happened. He could get back on a plane and go back home to his parents and delete his phone browser history and pretend like this was all just a bad dream. But he could not move.

He didn’t know how many minutes had passed before Alastair’s door opened. He looked up with a start.

“Thomas,” Alastair breathed. He stood wide eyed, flushed.

“Do you two already know each other then?” Piers asked.

There was a moment of silence before Thomas cleared his throat. “We used to,” he said, looking down.

“I, er, I forgot that your friend was coming today,” Alastair told Piers. “It’s quite a long journey from London, you should have told me, I would have been quieter.”

Thomas considered correcting him for a moment, but decided not to. “Don’t worry about it. I heard you had your first big release. Congratulations.”

Alastair gave an awkward nod. “Thank you. Right, well, I’ll just…” He rushed over to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. “I’ll try to be a bit quieter.”

“Don’t- It’s fine, really. In fact, I’m sure there��s some hotel in the area I can stay at for now, actually-”

“Well, don’t leave on my account,” Alastair interrupted. “We agreed to let you stay here, and the city’s a bloody mess right now. I’ll stay out of your hair, Thomas.”

Thomas only nodded as Alastair disappeared back behind his bedroom door.

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blackcatrph · 3 years

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** evermore sentence starters.

willow.

“ i'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night. ”

“ you cut through like a knife. ”

“ i never would have known from the look on your face. ”

“ the more that you say, the less I know. ”

“ i'm begging for you to take my hand. ”

“ life was a willow and it bent right to your wind. ”

“ i could feel you sneakin' in. ”

“ you are a mythical thing. ”

“ i come back stronger than a '90s trend. ”

“ wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark. ”

“ show me the places where the others gave you scars. ”

“ anywhere else is hollow. ”

champagne problems.

“ you booked the night train for a reason. ”

“ bustling crowds or silent sleepers, not sure which is worse. ”

“ i dropped your hand while dancing. ”

“ your mom's ring is in your pocket, my picture is in your wallet. ”

“ your heart was glass and I dropped it. ”

“ you told your family for a reason. ”

“ you couldn't keep it in. ”

“ no one's celebrating. ”

“ your hometown skeptics called it champagne problems. ”

“ love slipped beyond your reaches. ”

" this dorm was once a madhouse. "

“ don't think we'll say that word again. ”

“ sometimes you just don't know the answer. ”

" she would've made such a lovely bride. ”

“ what a shame she's fucked in the head. ”

“ she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred. ”

gold rush.

“ eyes like sinking ships on waters, so inviting I almost jump in. ”

“ i don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch. ”

“ everybody wants you. ”

“ everybody wonders what it would be like to love you. ”

“ i don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bones crush. ”

“ what must it be like to grow up that beautiful ? ”

“ i see me padding across your wooden floors. ”

“ it fades into the gray of my day-old tea. ”

“ it could never be. ”

“ my mind turns your life into folklore. ”

“ i can't dare to dream about you anymore. ”

“ the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure. ”

'tis the damn season.

“ If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would have asked you. ”

“ it's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass. but I felt it when I passed you. ”

“ there's an ache in you. ”

“ but if it's all the same to you, it's the same to me. ”

“ you could call me "babe" for the weekend. ”

“ the road not taken looks real good now. ”

“ the holidays linger like bad perfume. ”

“ you can run, but only so far. ”

“ i escaped it too. ”

“ remember how you watched me leave ? ”

“ now I'm missing your smile. ”

“ hear me out, we could just ride around. ”

“ i won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay. ”

“ i wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking. ”

“ the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own. ”

“ we could call it even, even though I'm leavin'. ”

tolerate it.

“ i notice everything you do or don't do. ”

“ you're so much older and wiser. ”

“ if it's all in my head tell me now. ”

“ tell me I've got it wrong somehow. ”

“ i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it. ”

“ i greet you with a battle hero's welcome. ”

“ i take your indiscretions all in good fun. ”

“ while you were out building other worlds, where was I? ”

“ where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire? ”

“ i made you my temple, my mural, my sky. ”

“ i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life. ”

“ always taking up too much space or time. ”

“ you assume I'm fine. ”

“ what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins. ”

“ took this dagger in me and removed it. ”

no body, no crime.

“ he did it. ”

" it smells like infidelity. ”

“ that ain't my merlot on his mouth. ”

“ i think I'm gonna call him out. ”

" i think he did it, but I just can't prove it. "

“ no body, no crime. ”

“ i ain't lettin' up until the day I die. ”

“ his mistress moved in. ”

“ there ain't no doubt. ”

“ somebody's gotta catch him out. ”

“ i've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene. ”

“ they think she did it, but they just can't prove it. ”

“ i wasn't lettin' up until the day he died. ”

happiness.

“ i see this for what it is. ”

“ all the years I've given Is just shit we're dividin' up. ”

“ i can't face reinvention. ”

“ i haven't met the new me yet. ”

“ there'll be happiness after you. ”

“ there was happiness because of you. ”

“ there is happiness past the blood and bruises. ”

“ haunted by the look in my eyes. ”

“ leave it all behind. ”

“ tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? ”

“ when did all our lessons start to look like weapons? ”

“ i hope she'll be your beautiful fool. ”

“ no, I didn't mean that. ”

“ i can't see facts through all of my fury. ”

“ there'll be happiness after me. ”

“ in our history, across our great divide, there is a glorious sunrise dappled with the flickers of light. ”

“ i can't make it go away by making you a villain. ”

“ no one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you. ”

“ now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head. ”

“ after giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that? ”

dorothea.

“ do you ever stop and think about me?”

“ you got shiny friends since you left town. ”

“ i got nothing but well-wishes for you. ”

“ this place is the same as it ever was. ”

“ it's never too late to come back to my side. ”

“ the stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo. ”

“ and if you're ever tired of bеing known for who you know, you'll always know me. ”

“ you'rе a queen sellin' dreams. ”

“ they all want to be you. ”

“ are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? ”

“ i guess I'll never know. ”

coney island.

“ break my soul in two looking for you. ”

“ if I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to? ”

“ did I close my fist around something delicate? ”

“ did I shatter you? ”

“ sorry for not making you my centerfold. ”

“ lost again with no surprises. ”

“ it gets colder and colder when the sun goes down. ”

“ what's a lifetime of achievement If I pushed you to the edge? ”

“ you were too polite to leave me. ”

“ will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care? ”

“ sorry for not winning you an arcade ring. ”

“ were you waiting at our old spot? ”

“ did I leave you hanging every single day? ”

“ did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey? ”

“ the sight that flashed before me was your face. ”

ivy.

“ i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones. ”

“ your touch brought forth an incandescent glow. tarnished, but so grand. ”

“ i just sit here and wait, grieving for the living. ”

“ my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. ”

“ i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland. ”

“ my house of stone, your ivy grows. and now I'm covered in you. ”

“ i wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed. ”

“ your opal eyes are all I wish to see. ”

“ clover blooms in the fields. ”

“ what would he do if he found us out? ”

“ he's gonna burn this house to the ground. ”

“ i'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time. ”

“ so tell me to run, or dare me to sit and watch what we'll become. ”

“ it's a goddamn blaze in the dark. ”

“ it's the goddamn fight of my life. ”

cowboy like me.

" dancin' is a dangerous game. "

“ now I know I'm never gonna love again. ”

“ i've got some tricks up my sleeve. ”

“ takes one to know one. ”

“ you're a cowboy like me. ”

“ i never wanted love, just a fancy car. ”

“ i could be the way forward. ”

“ the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. ”

“ the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one. ”

“ now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon. ”

“ forever is the sweetest con. ”

long story short.

“ i tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me. ”

“ the knife cuts both ways. ”

“ if the shoe fits, walk in it 'til your high heels break. ”

“ i fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole. ”

“ long story short, it was a bad time. ”

“ i always felt I must look better in the rear view. ”

“ missing me at the golden gates they once held the keys to. ”

“ but if someone comes at us this time, I'm ready. ”

“ i wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things. ”

“ your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing. ”

“ rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky. ”

“ long story short, I survived. ”

marjorie.

“ never be so kind that you forget to be clever. ”

“ never be so clever that you forget to be kind. ”

“ what died didn't stay dead. ”

“ you're alive, so alive. ”

“ never be so politе that you forget your power. ”

“ nevеr wield such power that you forget to be polite. ”

“ if I didn't know better I'd think you were listening to me now. ”

“ you loved the amber skies so much. ”

“ and if I didn't know better I'd think you were singing to me now. ”

closure.

“ it's been a long time. ”

“ seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain. ”

“ it wasn't right, the way it all went down. ”

“ i got your letter. ”

“ i know that it's over, I don't need your closure. ”

“ don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled. ”

“ i'm fine with my spite, my tears, my beers and my candles. ”

“ i know I'm just a wrinkle in your new life. ”

“ it's fake and it's oh so unnecessary. ”

evermore.

“ i replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong. ”

“ i was catching my breath. ”

“ i had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore. ”

“ I can't remember what I used to fight for. ”

“ you cannot think of all the cost and the things that will be lost. ”

“ can we just get a pause? ”

“ is there a line that I could just go cross? ”

“ when I was shipwrecked I thought of you. ”

“ in the cracks of light I dreamed of you. ”

“ it was real enough to get me through. ”

“ i swear you were there. ”

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butiknewyou · 3 years

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the little details in Taylor’s songs that point to The Human Experience are honestly what make her songs come so alive. “bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you’re not sure which is worse” I think we’ve all been sad and surrounded by quiet and it feels awful to be alone with your thoughts but sometimes there’s so much noise surrounding you and all the people caught up in their own lives just make you feel more horrible. champagne problems is a very obvious fan favorite despite being something the majority of us don’t relate to (most likely including taylor herself), but it’s so easy to visualize this couple starting to date and all their friends being so excited and they’re all so happy for years and he takes the next natural (to him) step and he’s standing alone on the landing. a lot of people can write songs with broad, sweeping emotions but very few can include the detail of him switching out the photo in his wallet that makes me tear up every time, or his sister spending a little extra on some fancy champagne because it’s a once in a lifetime celebration.

#sara talks

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nmikaelsonimagines · 3 years

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Champagne Problems: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Wait, no one requested Champagne Problems?! That's is outrageous! Would you do it? It's sooo good (and so are you <3)

Thank you lovely! Hope this is okay for you lovely and enjoy x

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Champagne Problems

You booked the night train for a reason So you could sit there in this hurt

You felt sick.

It was a nauseating sickness, one that continued to grow the further you travelled away from home. From him.

You’d had your suspicions for a while, doubts clouding your mind every time you looked at him. You knew you didn’t love him anymore, not really, and it had been confirmed when he had got down on one knee and asked you to marry him.

The thought of spending your life with him was unbearable. And so, you had said no, knowing just what you had to do. Just who you wanted to see.

You sat on the train, wallowing in the hurt you had caused so many people through a simple word: not just him, but his parents, especially his mother who had been more than happy to give you her engagement ring.

You never should have let it get this far, should have realised that he wasn’t the person for you. You didn’t love him, and where he lived wasn’t your home.

Where you were headed was home, and you never should have left it. You never should have left the true love of your life behind. You needed to fix it, and this had been the boost you needed.

The train stopped, and you looked up at the sign that told you your destination.

New Orleans. The home of Niklaus Mikaelson.

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers You're not sure which is worse

If there was one thing you hated about people it was that they got in the way.

The train station was packed full of people, as to be expected, and it was beyond frustrating. You needed them to move, needed to get out and get to him, needed to knock on his door and hope to God he didn’t slam the door in your face.

He had every right to, after all.

This wasn’t the first proposal you had run out on, and that sickness continued to grow as you remembered the last time you had been in New Orleans. How could you face him after everything? How could you look him in the eyes and ask him to take you back?

You had freaked out when Klaus Mikaelson asked you to marry him, asked you to spend eternity with him. You had said that word again, that no that seemed to mark the course of your life. You had broken his heart and it wasn’t until you were in a relationship with someone else that you realised yours had been broken too.

You weren’t quite sure which was worse.

The New Orleans air hit you as you found your way out of the station, and you headed in the direction of the Mikaelson compound.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing Left you out there standing

You looked up at the gates of the compound, taking a deep breath as you peered through the railings. You saw the courtyard, remembered the last time you had been there, Klaus’s hand on the small of your back as he danced with you, the smiles both of you had shared.

And then there came that question, that one that you gave the wrong answer to.

You should have said yes, you knew that now. You should have said yes and kissed him until neither of you could breathe. Instead, you dropped his hand and left him there with hurt written all over his face.

You had made the biggest mistake of your life that day and you needed to fix it.

You took another deep breath. It was now or never.

Opening the gates, you stepped into the Mikaelson compound, expecting some sort of reaction, a greeting at the very least. Silence. Either no-one was home, or they were waiting for you to approach them. You swallowed, uttering your first word quietly, voice trembling. “Klaus?”

Nothing. Seconds passed, and then you heard footsteps.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

You looked up and your breath caught. Klaus stood on the balcony, knuckles gripping the railing. There was that look of hurt again, and it took everything in you not to climb the stairs and kiss it away.

Crestfallen on the landing Champagne problems

“Can we talk? Please?”

Klaus looked at you, chewing on your words. He had every right to tell you no as you had done to him all those months ago, every right to tell you to get out of his house, and for a moment, you thought he was going to. He wiped a hand over his face before he spoke. “You’d better come up then.”

You climbed the stairs, and followed Klaus into the living area. “Where is everyone?”

“Out.”

“And how are they?” You knew your efforts at conversation were futile, knew that Klaus was clearly still upset with you, but you didn’t know what else to do.

“Fine. Are you going to tell me why you’re here, or are you just going to run off again?”

That stung. You flinched at Klaus’s words, remembering how you had left him after his proposal, his once so bright features having fallen as he realised that you didn’t want to be with him. You had left him here, in this house alone, drinking warm champagne, after breaking his heart.

You had been the cause of his misery, and you only hoped that now you could be the cause of his happiness.

“I should have said yes.”

Your mom's ring in your pocket My picture in your wallet

“What?” Klaus turned to face you, and for the first time since you had arrived back in New Orleans, you felt genuine hope. There was a brightness in his eyes, one you hadn’t seen since that day, one you had been quick to snuff out with your words.

In that moment, you thought that maybe Klaus still loved you, that maybe he still had your picture in his wallet, still kept you close to him although you were so far away.

“I should have said yes. I should have stayed with you, Klaus. I know that now.”

“And you couldn’t have figured that out earlier?” You weren’t quite sure if it was sarcasm or hope in Klaus’s voice, desperate for it to be the latter, for it to be a sign that he would take you back, that he would pull a ring out of his pocket. “Bloody hell, Y/N. Why are you saying this now?”

“Because I have to. Because I was faced with the prospect of living a life without you, and I realised that it’s not what I want. I want you, Klaus Mikaelson.” You swallowed, not sure if saying your next words was the right thing to do. “I love you.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting Klaus to do, not as he looked at you with those deep blue eyes that had always made you feel so special.

You thought in that moment that you had made a mistake, thought that you were only hurting him more. And then, he spoke, his voice quiet as if he were battling with his words.

“I love you too.”

Your heart was glass, I dropped it Champagne problems

That should have been it, should have been the solution, should have been the moment when Klaus strode over to you and kissed you before getting back down onto one knee and asking you that question again. This time you would answer it correctly, and it would be as if nothing ever happened.

That should have been it, but the tremor in Klaus’s voice told you it wasn’t.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he repeated. “But you have to understand what you did to me when you said no, when you ran out on me like that. I thought I’d lost you then, thought I’d lost the one person who has ever understood me, ever loved me for me. A thousand years, and there’s only ever been one of you. I gave you everything, gave you my heart, and trust me when I tell you that not many people have ever got that, and you threw it all back in my face. And now, you’re asking for it back. How do I know you’re not going to ruin it all again?”

“You don’t.” You hated the words as they left your mouth, knew that it wasn’t going to be as simple as you wanted. “But try, Klaus. Please. For me. For us.”

Klaus looked at you again with those blue eyes, and you prepared yourself for the blow that would come with his answer, with his own version of no. He was right, he was fragile and you had shattered him. But you wanted to piece him back together, for his sake as well as your own.

Klaus looked at you, and a single word left his lips.

“Okay.”

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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champagne problems

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: smut

a/n: oooo smut. the next chapter is the last and i’m depressed about it already

TOLERATE IT - TIS THE DAMN SEASON

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, you’re not sure which is worse ...

Her shift dragged; it seemed as if the clock was stuck and moving only a minute after three hours had passed and even though there was the same sea of people coming through the doors of the club, the shift felt slow. Everything was in slow motion and her eyes daren’t move from the bar. Bobby was still on holiday and as such it as merely her, ignoring everyone and every word which came her way and ignoring Edward who kept nagging her about Mr. Barnes, a person who she didn’t want to look at.

She didn’t understand how one could just pretend to be entranced by another one and just turn it on yet she would also not debate her mind about what her feelings were for her boss, the same boss she was supposed to betray. She was supposed to betray him and yet she didn’t know how or even if she wanted to. Why should she? They clearly had sent Edward in and him being the spineless vermin he was, she was sure he’d quickly join his group by quickly sleeping with the woman who surrounded the mob boss. The women ... the women were always so beautiful, beautiful enough to make Y/N want to make herself up before she came up to the bar, feeling too bland next to the gorgeous women who paraded around him. Beautiful dresses, spotless faces, beautiful makeup, beautiful hair and here she was, in her old cardigan cleaning the bar with dirty rags stinking of a mix between bleach, peanuts and booze.

Once the lights were up and every single glass was washed and placed on their due shelf for tomorrow she was out. Bag hanging from her shoulder and books against her chest, she took the backdoor. The front door always had freshly drunk or high people whom she wanted no problems with. As she pushed the door open, she saw him, smoking in front of him car looking so effortlessly cool, chic even. It was pouring, raining so harshly it would drench anyone who dared step foot in yet he just stood there unbothered, cigarette still somehow burning, water drops rolling of his trench coat. Usually she would’ve entered the car and allow herself to be driven home; instead she turned her head to the side, pretending she hadn’t seen him. He, however, had seen her.

- Wanda picking you up today, petal? - he said in a mocking tone, throwing the butt onto the bin.

- No, sir. - she stopped, still not daring to look at him. - I thought about walking home alone.

- At night? When it’s pouring? Sometimes I think you like to get hurt, petal.

- With all due respect, Mr. Barnes, I think I should go by myself.

- Please. - he sighed, hands on his hips. - Get in the car, I’ll drive you the fastest I can. You don’t even need to look my way.

Her lips tightened. It was pouring rain, her clothes were already as drenched as they could be and she had been less than 10 minutes. She sighed, walking through puddles of water towards and away from him and inside his car, setting against the leathered seats. Bucky chuckled, watching from the side of his eye as she crossed her arms across her chest like a kid, avoiding his gaze as if he were the devil. Maybe he was, but he would never act like it in front of her.

She watched the rain fall down the window like waterfalls. It was bad, bad enough she could start seeing the water almost pool on the asphalt of the road. As they kept driving through the darkness, only the headlights giving light to the dark road until blinding lights came into their front view. Police came into view with their lights but all she could see was the bar barring the only way into her road. Bucky pulled the window down, charming smile as the cop realised who he was speaking with. She looked at her knees, perfectly knowing who it was, perfectly knowing if he discovered who she was so would James and she was locked in a car with him. Not a good combination.

- Evening, officer. What seems to be the problem?

- Mr. Barnes, sir. - she tipped his cap at him. - The road is flooded. We feared this and warned all residents to be at home before 5PM.

- I understand, officer but you see my employee here lives just down the road. Can’t I walk her in? Come on, you know I always pay you back, double even.

- It’s up to your knees, sir. You’re better off in a hotel for the night, m’am. Safety protocol.

James turned around his car making her look his way as he started driving away from her home. What was he doing? How was she supposed to go back home and how was she supposed to calm down when he was driving her away from her home. Was he going to drop her at a hotel? Was he going going to drop her, she didn’t know. She opened her mouth, waiting for words to come out but nothing came out. She didn’t know what to ask, what to say other than yell at him to let her out yet she didn’t. Y/N didn’t want to yell at him.

He noticed this, slowing down the normal fast pace at which he liked to drive, only now hearing to both of them breathing and the water drops of rain hit the windows. He could see her, through the mirror, her face leaning against the window, eyes reflection a sort of fight he was sure never to completely understand, only partially knowing. His eyes returned to the road ahead, the lights of each house dimming as everyone prepared to hold each other tight, hold their loved ones as the storm continued. He could only look at himself, almost as his vision refused to notice she was right there but she was. Both locked in the same car.

- You can stay at my place tonight. - he mumbled. - You’ve been there before. I’ll drive you back first thing in the morning.

She didn’t replied, instead letting her own eyes close momentarily, head laying against the water stained glass. She listened to the rain, considering all her life choices or what she was even doing. Was she okay with becoming this close to the mob boss? Becoming part of the inner group of females who followed him, just another name in a big list. Was that the question she should be asking? No. Did she really want to ask herself the question she had to? Also no. It was much easier to tell herself it was business. It was much easier to lie than tell the truth.

Y/N opened her eyes once again as the car slowed down and the sounds of rain drops were no longer around heard. They were parked inside his garage, one which she had seen before. He was the first one out the car, opening the door before walking away. She made haste to get off the car, almost power walking after him as he pressed the lift’s button to open the doors. The doors slide open and he stepped in, her following behind.

- I’ll be sleeping in a hotel down the street so you can calm down.

- You can stay if you want. I mean, it’s your house.

- Why should I? So you can freak out about the possibility of me killing you?

- That’s not it.

- Afraid I’m going to force myself on you? - he scoffed. - You know what, Y/N? I’m just not gonna be there and you can do whatever you want without blaming me for whatever theories you have.

- Why are you so mad suddenly?

- I’m not mad.

- Yes, you are. - she crossed her arms. - Excuse me if I don’t feel comfortable around you when you have more than two hundred kills blamed on you, when you’re constantly surrounded by girls and the rumours and the guns you always carry.

- I’ve killed two people in my whole life. Two. - he pointed his finger at her, making her take a step back. - They deserved it and I’m so tired of trying to make you feel safe. I get you a job and you’re upset, I get you a job waitressing so idiots won’t treat you like shit and you think I’m being the bad guy. I drive you home every single time and you still look at me as if I’m going to kill you. You can think whatever you want, I’m done.

She was going to rebuff him, tell him he was wrong but that wasn’t true. She couldn’t say he was wrong out of principle and because once the doors slide open, he disappeared into his big apartment. Y/N stayed behind, heart heavy as she threw her soaked bag onto the couch, sitting on it with a huff. Like a kid she put her hand under her chin, she knew he was right. Of course she knew. But she was the captain’s daughter, she was the one who’d heard tales and seen photos of terrible crimes on the kitchen table when she came in to show her dad her drawings. She knew it, she just didn’t exactly knew what he did. It was all very hush hush, mostly rumours, which ran from people to people and like the game of the broken phone, things got distorted.

She was the captain’s daughter but this wasn’t her. It wasn’t her identity. She knew better not to judge someone by rumours and gossip, her mother had taught her better than that yet she wanted to have her little walls. She wanted to be surrounded by that wall, that wall which said she felt absolutely nothing and that she was doing a good job. Y/N knew, she knew way too well what having those walls crumbling would mean. It would mean she was a woman infatuated with a man. Plain and simple, except it wasn’t and it wasn’t just a woman and just a man, it was the captain’s daughter and the mob boss. She knew not to slap labels on things but this is what it was, this was what she had been her whole life, not Y/N, not the nurse student, not her last name but the Captain’s daughter and him, him it was the same. She could count the number of people who knew his full name or even his first name in one hand. He was the boss. The mob boss, Barnes. Never James Buchanan Barnes.

She sighed, looking to the chess board in the table in front of her. However, unlike everything else in the room which was absolutely spotless, organised and unseeingly unlived in, the chess board was still in the same position they had left it. Her fingers grazed the black chess king, holding it up to her eyes. The piece she had won.

His shoes hit the linoleum floor making her look his way. He had a small leather carry on, something quite stylish and refused to make eye contact with her instead walking straight to the elevator.

- Mr. Barnes. - she perked up from the couch, getting his attention instantly. If she only knew. - Can you entertain me for a second?

- I’m leaving, Y/N. What do you need?

- Sit down. - she pointed at the couch in front of her. Bucky scoffed, for someone who was afraid of him killing her, she sure didn’t mind ordering him around. Her. The bartender. - Play with me.

- Play with you? - he dropped the suitcase to the floor, walking slowly to the chair in front of her. She sat against her own chair like a throne and so did he, standing in front of her. - You should be careful with your word choice.

- You should be careful with me winning again.

- I’ve learned all your moves, petal. I’m an observant player.

- I doubt that.

Bucky leaned over, setting his pieces as she did the same. Soon enough they were back to playing. Bucky observed her, watching as every play was so calculated, never by chance, lip in the middle of her teeth as she smoothly moved her pieces around almost like a ballet dance. Bucky remembered playing against more experienced players. “Chess is the game of the mind, James. You need to almost control and predict them to win” his teacher would tell him. She was impossible to read, always looking deep in thought yet so calm and collected, he guessed she needed that for the field she was in.

His pieces were dropped on her side, her taking what was his without any doubt until she stole his queen. Now, James’ knew not to play anymore. It was a courtesy of chess, yet she still didn’t look or carried the air of someone who had just won her game. Instead she looked at him, waiting for his move. Bucky leaned against his chair.

- You won. I should be leaving, it’s late.

- Wait, just .... why don’t you stay for a bit? We could talk, I’m not that tired yet.

- Petal, it’s late.

- I’ll fix you a drink.

- You can’t fix a scotch if your live depended on it. - he chuckled. - How about I fix you a drink? What’s your poison?

- Can I get some tea?

- Sure. - he shrugged. - Which one do you want?

- You have more than one type of tea? - she smirked, legs crossed over one another, the old wool dress still clinging to her skin due to the soaking wet fabric. James tried not to eye her, instead turning his back before he could be blamed of checking her out. - You don’t strike me as the type of person to like tea.

- Maybe I’m just trying to impress you.

- Then in that case you should have biscuits. - she turned around on the couch, knees of the cushioned seat as she stared at him in the kitchen. He looked exactly like the type of man on the cover of an IKEA magazine, those ones were a shirtless man is holding a coffee cup like every morning after sex fantasy of every woman.

- I do have biscuits, petal. Which ones do you want?

- Which ones do you have?

- Try me.

- Chocolate covered digestives. Only one side chocolate.

- An educated choice. - he opened one of the many drawers of his kitchen, pulling an acrylic container fulled to the brim with the same biscuits she had described. A man of taste indeed. He handed them a plate with three biscuits followed by the one tea cups he had which were his coffee mugs, always spotless white. She envied how pristine everything was in his home. In her flat, half the cutlery was hers, the other half Wanda’s and none matched with one being bright blue and the other one bright red.

As for him, she knew what he drank, always the same, always the same old scotch. At this point she wondered if he liked it or if it was a power symbol. Big powerful man drinking the most expensive scotch in the world. At least it was the most expensive scotch when she researched it on her laptop on a particularly boring lecture. Yet, it somehow wasn’t the drink which gave him that untouchable appearance. It was him.

- I have a question. - he moved the glass away from his lips, pinkie finger pointing at her. - How come you ended up dating my cleaning boy?

- We didn’t date. - she snorted, completely forgetting who she was speaking with. - His mother and my father dated for a long time after my mum died .. to be honest, I think it started before my mum died. Anyway, she had this awfully annoying kid, first time he came in he broke the head of my doll.

- Oh no, petal. Should I break his head? - James joked, downing whatever was left of his scotch.

- I would take you up on that. - Y/N rolled her eyes. - Dad always liked him, he once told me he was the child he never had.

- Ouch.

- Well, he wanted a boy. - she leaned against the cushioned coach. - I don’t know why he said we dated, I would never.

- Good.

- Why do you ask? - she leaned her head against her shoulder

- You have potential, petal. I thought maybe being around him would make him want to get back together ... I mean, you’re going to be a nurse.

- Don’t trust him. - she held the mug against both her hands.

- Pardon?

- Don’t trust him. Edward, I mean. Don’t tell him anything, don’t say anything, just don’t trust him.

- You know something I don’t? - he put both his hands on either side of the couch’s handles.

- Promise me.

- Petal ...

- Promise me. - she cupped his face, looking him deep into those baby blue eyes she had gotten so used to see every day. - Promise me, okay? Just ... you don’t need to know. Promise me.

- Petal, I’d do everything for you. - he rested his hand against her warm cheek. She reacted to his touch, leaning against his rough palm. Her eyes travelled towards his, looking at him like someone she’d knew from. Like an old friend. He leaned towards her, nose against hers.

Her eyes flustered, cheeks warm and she no longer knew if it was due to the apartment’s heating or because he was looking at her that way. She closed her eyes, listening to the small sounds of the environment surrounding her. Bucky kissed her forehead as her eyes opened and the world seemed to stop for a while as if she was living her own version of a 1950′s romantic movie. Her finger caressed his cheek.

- Well, you shouldn’t do everything for me. I’ll break your heart.

- Already broken.

Y/N’s lip quivered at those words. It was if he had been meaning to say them but had held them in for so long, forceful forbidding himself to even think it and it broke her heart to hear it. She leaned her forehead against his, looking at him with a look Bucky didn’t remember seeing. God, he was so used to seeing fear in other’s faces that he almost forgot what ... it didn’t mind anymore. He’d done that mistake once early this day and he wasn’t going to do it again. She didn’t want him and he wasn’t going to try and convince her. She doesn’t belong in his world and she doesn’t belong in his.

- Kiss me. - Bucky didn’t think twice, immediately kissing her as if his life depended on it.

He pulled her away from the couch’s rest, pulling her towards him and caging her in his hold as her hands fell from his face and rested upon his shoulders. His jacket was discarded to the corner of the room, leaving the mob boss only in his soft black dress up shirt. His hands pulled at the hem of her dress which peeled off her body almost perfectly, the sheen on the water on her beautiful skin which made him want to run his lips over it. Her fingers grazed over the dark buttons of his shirt, pulling them off their own fabric rips to open his shirt which slide down his perfect physic. Her dress hanged by her hips as he raised her to lay atop his lap, throwing the chess board to the floor as his hands roamed her back. The pieces fell to the ground, some breaking, some rolling but none of them really cared too lost on each other.

Bucky turned her around, laying her atop the coffee table before sitting in the same couch she had been sitting. He could just look at her forever - warm damp skin, lips half open, irregular breathing, innocent knowing eyes. He could look at that forever and be happy yet all he wanted was to feel her, kiss her skin, sense the faint smell of the Daisy perfume she would reapply behind the bar every once in a while. He smirked, leaning over her body, one hand gathering both her hands above her head while the other held her waist, lips leaning from her jaw to her neck. She whined, fingers moving and wrists turning as she tried to free herself from his grip, wanting to hold him but he didn’t allow her. Instead, Bucky started sucking on her pressure point, wanting to leave a mark for others to see before moving to her collarbones, down her perfect swells and to her belly button.

He smirked as he reached where her dress was hanging. He pulled it slowly out of her legs coming face to face with her beige underwear with a little bow up top. A little present for him to open.

Y/N could feel his finger grazing her skin, dragging teasingly. He was so close, so close to her core and yet so far. All she wanted to do was push him to do it but he had her hands tightly caged in his hand. She looked at him with pleading eyes, almost pouting making him chuckle at how needy she was. He would’ve toy with her had he not want to feel her for so long.

He dragged her underwear down her legs, throwing it across his living room before setting himself on his knees in front of her. There he was, the most powerful man in the town kneeled in front of her, kissing her leg from her ankle to the apex of her thigh. All she could feel was his soft lips contrasting with the rough stubble he had which made the mix of emotions much more interesting. It was slow yet hungry at the same time and she expected him to keep at it until his lips moved to her core abruptly. She held it a moan on her throat, oxygen punched out of her lungs as she moved her head to the side.

Bucky hooked both her legs over her shoulders, getting the access he so wanted, getting her where he’d always wanter her. She moaned uncontrollably as his tongue teased her entrance, lips suckling her bud. Y/N wanted to hold onto his head, pull on his hair and her fingers kept contracting as she fought his handle of her hands. It was too much, so much she could feel herself start to cry, not remembering the last time someone had paid this much attention to her. She tried not to focus on him eating her out, feeling like if she did she’d come down from her high as fast as she had gotten there. Once he started moaning against her core, the vibration drove her over the edge yet he remained there licking and lapping at whatever she had to offer as she regained her breathe.

- You okay there, petal? - he rose, leaning over to kiss her, releasing her hands. As if they were magnetic, she cupped his face, feeling his skin against her fingers. He pulled his lips away from her, expecting an answer but she only nodded, hands leaving his face to travel to his trousers to try and push them down. Bucky aided her with that, pushing his trousers down and pulling her closer.

He could see his eyes look into his, so beautiful yet so lustful at the same time. God this woman, he thought to himself, this woman is gonna end me. His hand searched for hers, intertwining his fingers with hers as he slowly started to enter her, her walls accommodating him like they were made for each other. She forcefully shut her eyes, the sting being the first thing she felt, not used to being stretched out like that.

- It’s okay, petal. - he kissed her forehead. - We can stop, do you wanna stop?

- No. - she moaned, the sting started to fade as pleasure gave way. He got her signal and started to slowly rock in and out of her, eyes glued to were they were both connected. Dear God. He couldn’t help but pick up the pace at the sound of her lustful moans, leaning down to kiss her as he lost control over what pace they were at, instead going by instinct.

She could feel and hear everything; her walls tightening around him, milking him for what he was worth it, the groans that sounded like moans that he would let out, his lips never leaving hers no matter how messy the kiss became, the slapping sound of their skin meeting. The room was hot, filled with sighs and groans and moans, something pornographic.

- Come on, petal. You’re gonna come undone for me, yeah? Just for me. - he tried to get a grip on himself as she started to clench on him more often. His hands came up behind her back, slowly raising it from the coffee table as he quickened his pace, still panting but not stopping as if he had been possessed by an incubus. How could he stop? How could he stop when she looked like that, head thrown back, lips swollen and open, fucking perfect.

A high pitched moan made the room go completely new, it was almost as if she were high, white spots crowding her view as she let her muscles relax and fall back. James held her, throwing himself to the couch behind him, her on top of him as ropes of white spurted inside of her and spilled onto the couch. Fuck, he wanted to keep those stains so he could remember. Her head rested against his shoulder, breathing returning to normal as he kissed her hair.

- If you wanted me to stay so badly, you could’ve just asked. - he grinned, kissing her head once more.

- Shut up. - she giggled, turning her head to look at him. - Hi.

- Hi. - he smiled. His hand blindly searched for one of the many useless blankets that adorned his couches to wrap her in. Once he found one, he drapped it over her back, managing to get up and walk to her room.

She wanted to stay awake, she wanted to stay awake and spend the night talking to him but once the blanket draped over her back, she was good as gone.

The morning rose with its cloudy skies, the dim lighting awaking her up as she rose her head from the bed, hair made into a tangled mess. He had an arm over her, face to her back, softly sleeping. She wondered why it was so surprising to see him like that, even mob bosses sleep but he just looked so peaceful, so ... so normal. Almost as if they could be a regular couple just like everyone else. She shifted in bed, to look at him, her slight moves immediately awaking him but he chose to keep his eyes close, not wanting her to worry about waking him up.

- I know you’re awake. - she said, voice laced with sleep as she noticed his breathe pattern change as well as his eyelids twitching. - James.

- Bucky. - he corrected. - You can call me James when I’m fucking you but I prefer Bucky.

- Bucky. - she repeated. - I like that.

- Do you wanna have breakfast? - he opened his eyes. - Anything you want.

- You’re gonna cook me breakfast or are you gonna force the shops to open at ... - she looked at her watch, colour draining from her face. - 10AM. Holy shit, I’m late.

- Y/N ... - he laughed as she got out of the bed, bed sheet wrapped around her body as she searched his room for her clothing. - It’s drying in the bathroom, petal.

- I’M LATE. I’M LATE TO THE ONLY CLASS I LIKE. - she rushed over to the bathroom, almost tripping on the large sheet. Bucky stood on his side, watching her with a silly grin as she pulled the dress over her body along with her underwear. - STOP STARING, YOU’RE DRIVING.

- You’re calling the shots now? - he cocked an eyebrow at her.

- I’m late. - she kneeled on his bed, trying to push him out of it. - Bucky, c’mon.

- No, petal. You’re already late, just stay the day with me. I’ll even give you the day off.

- I have to graduate first. - she crossed her arms.

- Okay.

Bucky was quick to get dressed, grabbing his car keys from the hook on the door before taking her down to the garage and into the car. Y/N pushed down the mirror, trying to fix whatever mess he had done to her. There was not much she could do but try and comb her hair and push her dress’ neckline up to try and hide the hickeys. She kept looking at her watch, wondering if she’d make it and as he parked in front of her department’s building, she only had 5 minutes to go. It felt more like a one night stand but desperate times called for desperate measures and besides she was working this night so she could explain to him that she wasn’t trying to bail.

- I can’t drive you home tonight, petal. Gotta receive a shipping by the docks. Sam will probably drive you, I’ll speak with him at the club and I’ll let you know before I leave.

- It’s okay I can ask Pietro or Wanda.

- Go on before you’re actually late for it. - he opened her door and she sprinted like a mad woman.

As she walked into the lecture hall, most of her colleagues, including Wanda, were already sat on. She shamefully hide her head, climbing up the stairs to the middle row where Wanda had kindly saved her a seat and was probably wondering where she had been and why she hadn’t called. Once she sat, down, the questions ran down on her.

- You look like hell, Y/N. God, why do you even have a phone if you don’t call me or Pietro?

- I’m sorry, they had blocked the road.

- Did they block your phone signal?

- No. - she sighed. - Hey, you think Pietro or you can pick me up today? Mr. Barnes is receiving a shipment tonight.

- He’s receiving a shipment? Do you know where?

- Uhm ... yes.

- Good, that means you can tell your father and you can finally quit that god awful job and behave like regular Y/N.

She had forgotten. She knew where the shipment was, she had the smoking gun, she was done, right? Why did it felt so heavy? That was what she was put into his life for, to get information yet she couldn’t find herself to send the text to her father. The rest of the day she stared at her phone, at her father’s number, her fingers hovering over the keypad. She knew the answer, docks. Five letters, one word. There was only that place yet writing those five letters seemed to be the hardest thing in the world. She had time, she told herself. She had time to send her father the message so she spent the day ignoring it.

As she walked on the cobblestones that led to the bar, her resolve only broke looser. She didn’t want to send that text, he didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve to have her stab him in the back. She didn’t want to stab him in the back, that was not her. Maybe that was what they wanted of her but it wasn’t her and it was not going to be her. As she stepped inside the already half full bar, she turned off her phone. Nobody needs to know, nobody will know. As she told herself those words, someone pushed her arm, throwing her onto the supply cupboard. She looked up to see Edward locking the door behind them.

- What the fuck? I have a job to do. - she tried to push past him but he stood there. - What do you want?

- The waiters said they saw you get in the car with Barnes.

- So? - she crossed her arms. - He drives me home.

- I knew you shouldn’t be in the case. I mean, you’re a wannabe nurse and you think you’re in the big league.

- What is that supposed to mean? I was put up to this way before you were.

- Wonder why? You’re doing a shit job and now you’re fucking sleeping with Barnes? I always knew you got what you wanted but I never knew you were a mob boss’ whore now.

- Oh fuck off, Edward. - she tried to push him once again but he pushed her back and further into the cupboard.

- Where’s the shipment, Y/N? Do the right thing and you can go back to sucking him off.

- You can go to hell.

- WHERE IS IT? - he pushed her against the wall but she spat on his face. - Fine, you know what fine. Guys like him are never gonna go to prison, he’s just gonna buy his way out. If you want things done, do them yourself.

- Don’t do anything stupid, Edward. - she pleading, following him as he walked to the door. - You’re not gonna win. Just give up.

- I hope you fucked him goodbye. - his hand went into the hem of his pants, she knew damn well what he was about to grab and about to do. She rushed to the door but he locked it on her face. Her heart raced as she started to punch and kick the door, screaming at him to open the door.

- Bastard! - she mumbled, looking over the cupboard and at the small window up the top. There was a series of creaky shelves under them. Hopefully it was open. Carefully, she moved the stuff out the shelves and started to climb them until the last one which gave her enough room to push the window open. As she reached for the latch, the window didn’t move. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She looked around, looking for anything to break the window with but everything was merely brooms and old rags. She wrapped an old vodka smelling rag around her hand and sighed. It’s okay, you’ve seen it done in the movies besides it’s an old cupboard, old window. It’s gonna be easy. She bite her lip and swung her hand towards the glass which shattered into her hand, a few pieces lodging into her palm. It was a hole small enough for her to put her hand in and open the latch from outside. As she done it, the window creaked open and she jumped into the small space, wiggling out of it and falling onto the ground.

Once she found herself in the alleyway she ran over to the employees door, opening it and rushing into the dance floor. Her eyes scanned the room, his usual table was empty and he wasn’t either at the bar. Her best option was to try and find him before Edward did. Although she harboured a grudge against him, she could not overpower it. She mixed with the rest of the club goers trying to look for Bucky until she spotted him moving through the crowd. She pushed a few people away, trying to reach him by yelling out his name but the music was too loud. Luckily for her, the crowds were easy enough to overcome and she finally reached him, tugging onto his jacket before he could leave.

- Hey petal. You’re on your break? - he asked, smiling down at her.

- Bucky, I need to tell you something.

- What happened to you hand? - he noticed her bleeding hand. - Did you drop a bottle? Did someone hurt you?

- Bucky, wait, I ...

- BARNES! - a voice interrupted her. The crowd screamed and stepped away as Edward held a gun up. Bucky put his arm over her shoulder to push her behind him but she stepped in front of him.

The sound of the gunshot went off, everyone was screaming and running out of the club but all she could hear was a beep. Her breath seemed to falter once to quicken again as her muscles lost force and she felt herself falling. She awaited to hit the ground but someone held her.

- FUCKING KILL HIM! - she could hear Bucky’s voice in slow motion almost as everything went darker than the club she was in.

She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head

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Champagne Problems (G.W. x Reader)

House: Slytherin

Universe: Not Canon (I think by now its safe to say I don’t like to follow canon much in my writing )

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

TW: Talks about blood purity. Controlling Parents

Word Count: 3.5 K

Get ready for some angst! Based loosely on Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift because I got inspiration for it while listening to this song. It turned out way longer then I expected. Sorry if there is any mistakes, I haven’t fully edited it. Enjoy!

Note: I aged up Draco, Pansy & Blaise to be the same age as the reader and George.

(The picture above was made by me. I tried to make the handwriting seem a bit messy on purpose) Plus George would be the one to draw doodles on a note.)

One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go

Growing up in a rich pure blood family, (y/n) knew what was always expected of her. She was to know her place at all times. Whether that meant knowing she was better then half-bloods and muggle-borns. You are to never be seen with their kind darling her mother would tell her since she was very little. She was also raised to not go against her parents wishes. Sit straight and make sure you always look your best her mother had ingrained in her brain. Ever since she was a little girl her mother had fretted over her looks and manners. If you want a good husband you must be your best darling.

She was to only be friends with the children of other pure-blood families. Make strategic friendship and make sure that she kept those who benefited her the most close. Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy surprisingly had become close friends of hers. They aren’t a group of friends who share their deepest secrets but they brought comfort to each other. They knew what the other was going through as they were all basically destined for the same fate. To keep their pure-blood lineage strong.

Her future was set in stone before she could even talk. She was to marry someone of her same blood status and continue their bloodline. She was never given the option to choose who she wanted to love. She was expected to give up her life. And that’s exactly what she did as she gave up on the only man she’s loved. George Weasley.

She had met George at Hogwarts back when they were both students. He was in the same year as her. She had heard of him, I mean who had not with the way him and Fred were infamous with their prank pulling. Life was cruel at times and she wondered if she was being punished in a way when she fell for him.

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers. You're not sure which is worse

She shared a dorm with Pansy for her final year. They had a very complicated friendship. They cared about each other and they would often share their thoughts with each other. Pansy’s parents expected the same out of her. It was nice to have another person who understood what she was going through. Although she knew to never share her deepest secrets with Pansy, she was an opportunist who would use anything against her in the end. Her and Pansy often spoke on who they thought their parents were thinking of marrying them off to. Being a part of the sacred 28 meant that there was a decent sized list of options of who they’d be married off to. It was such a twisted conversation for two young girls to be having. Childhood and lives continuously being controlled by others.

“I wouldn’t mind Adrian Pucey”, Pansy said from her desk as she continued to write her DADA homework. “Or even Draco or Blaise.”

“Really?” (Y/N) responded all the way from her bed. She was looking for her shoes as she was about to go out for one of her nightly walks around the school.

“Yeah. I heard he’s still single.”

“What about you”, Pansy questioned with an eyebrow raise as she dropped her quill and turned to face (y/n).

“Not Marcus Flint that's for sure. Remember how creepy he was during the Yule Ball last year”, (y/n) laughed with an eye roll.

“Yeah, he wouldn’t stop trying to touch your waist.”

“Anyway, enough about Flint. I’m going to go for my nightly walk. Do you want to go Pansy?”

“Nope. I have to finish this and I still have a bit to finish before I go to sleep.”

“I’ll be back later.”

That one cold October night changed her life for the better. Even if it wasn’t meant to last. This was her last and final year here before she was to return home and do what was expected of her. The days dwindled until she completely lost her freedom. At least here she had some control over her life. She on one of her nightly walks in an attempt to clear her mind when he had bumped into her. She didn’t fear being caught by anyone, her last name alone let her get away with many things. Plus Draco was the Head Boy and wouldn’t get her in trouble. Lost in her train of thought, she didn’t notice a certain ginger running down the hallway. Probably from another prank. Not looking where he was going he knocked straight into (y/n) causing her to stumble back and surely hit the floor hard. But his strong hold prevented her from falling onto the stone ground. Time seemed to freeze as she felt his touch electrify her entire body. (Y/N) stared into his brown eyes as neither said a word to each other. This was the first time they had even crossed paths with each other.

“I’m so sorry love”, he spoke as he helped her stand up straight and let go of her waist.

“It’s quite alright”, she answered softly. “Just be careful next time.”

“Of course.”

Silence followed for a couple of seconds before he spoke up again. His face showing he was deep in thought.

“You’re not going to run and tell your friend Malfoy that you’ve caught me”, he questioned her.

“Should I be informing Draco of something you did?”

“No. But I thought you’d be running off now to let him know. After all, you are his friend.”

“No, why would I go and let him know that? It’s not my job to patrol at night.”

A smile formed on his face as he looked at you. His smile made you weak and you didn’t even know why.

From there on a secret friendship blossomed with the red headed boy. (Y/N) wasn’t able to see him in public because word was sure to get your parents. Plus her friends aren’t exactly the nicest people to the Weasleys. Constantly looking down on them and their financial status. Last thing she needed was her mother writing (y/n) about being seen with a “blood traitor”. Merlin, she hated that word. Her relationship with him started slow as a friendship first. Fred was very skeptical of (y/n) in the beginning and it took a lot for him to trust her. Fred knew his brother had fallen for her and he wanted to do nothing more than protect his heart. (Y/N) couldn’t blame him for that. Although she was never truly cruel like the rest of her friends, their reputation was attached to her.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing. Left you out there standing

He wasn’t able to ask (y/n) to be his date for the Yule Ball, it was too much of a risk. Instead he watched from afar as she danced the night away with a boy from Durmstang. As (y/n) danced with him all she was wishing was that it was George that was holding her tonight.

That night after the dance she sneaked with George to the room of requirements where the room had become the same winter wonderland as earlier in the evening. This time though, she was able to dance with the one person she truly wanted to hold her in their arms.

“I really like you (y/n)”, George spoke as they swayed to the music.

“I like you too George.”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend? I know it will have to be in secret but I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“Of course”, she said smiling up at him. With that, she brought his face down to her level and placed a long awaited kiss on his lips. It was one of hunger and need. A need for him to be closer to her.

Months passed where she would sneak around and have dates with George. With the help of Fred, the two were able to see each other often. It was hard keeping it a secret as you wanted nothing more than to show the world he was her boyfriend. But (y/n) knew she couldn’t do that. They would send each other longing looks throughout the day waiting to be able to see each other again. He had once found a picture of her inside her school bag. It had fallen from one of her photo albums she had placed in her bag. He told her he was going to keep that picture in his wallet so that he would always have her near.

Crestfallen on the landing. Champagne problems

One Saturday while her friends were off to Hogsmeade, she had decided to stay back and spend time with George. While sitting in the room of requirements like she always did with her boyfriend she couldn’t stop thinking about the letter she had received from her mother. The one week spring holiday that the school offered was coming up and her mom expected her to be back home. She couldn’t even stay back and spend it with her boyfriend. She was expected to go home and attend an upcoming ball the Pucey family was organizing.

Lost in her own mind, (y/n) tried to listen to George. George spoke about wanting to start his own shop with Fred. (Y/N) placed her head on his chest as he continued to speak about what their plans would be after graduation. She played with his hands as he continued on about all the products they would have and how it would be such a great shop. She wishes she could freeze time for a while more.

Spring holiday had come quickly and before (y/n) knew it she was back home and attending countless fancy balls and dinner parties with her parents. As the oldest of her siblings, (y/n) had spent her life at countless balls and dinners with her parents as soon as she turned fifteen. Each and every event they would talk to others looking for the perfect husband for their daughter. It wasn’t until one night after a ball that her parents had informed her that they had found the perfect husband for her. She looked at them with a bit of hesitation as she waited for them to drop who she was supposed to be marrying.

“Draco Malfoy”, your mother spoke with great excitement in her voice. Mother must be ecstatic about this.

“Draco Malfoy?” She can start to feel her mouth become dry.

“Yes, you know that the Malfoy’s are a good family to be marrying into darling. Your life is set”, (y/n)’s mother said as she stroked her hair. “The Flint family also inquired about you marrying their son but they don’t quite have the same status as the Malfoy’s.”

At least it’s not Marcus Flint...

“I know mother.”

“We’ll be having dinner with the Malfoy’s tomorrow night so you two can talk more.”

“Of course father”, (y/n) responded obediently. Your expression never faltering in front of your parents. Although inside you were panicking. What about George? “I’m familiar with Draco since we are in the same house and have the same friend group.”

“You’ll be the most beautiful bride ever darling”, your mother whispered to you as she hugged you tightly. Too bad the man you want at the end of the aisle won’t be there.

Dinner with the Malfoy’s was quite uneventful other than the talk of the upcoming wedding after the both of you had left Hogwarts. Narcissa continuously complimented her on her beauty and grace. She hugged (y/n) when they entered Malfoy Manor and whispered into her ear, “We couldn’t have picked a better young lady to carry on our name.” She felt like she was about to be sick. (Y/N) did what she was taught to do, smile when appropriate and be as charming as ever. She knew she was nothing more than an object with no feeling to them.

“Draco darling”, Narcissa spoke once they had finished dinner. “We have some things to discuss, why don’t you show (y/n) around the garden?”

“Of course mother”, Draco responded as he stood up and walked over (y/n). He helped her stand from her chair with an extended hand. He offered (y/n) his elbow as he escorted her out of the dining room and out of the manor into the garden.

“Are you okay with this”, Draco questioned her once they had found a bench in the stunning garden.

“I don’t know how I feel” she responded truthfully. “But I am glad it’s you. You’ve been nothing but respectful to me.”

“How do you feel about this?”

“That we have never been given a chance. But I’m glad it’s you too.”

“Were you hoping for Pansy?”, she teased him as everyone knew of Pansy’s big crush on him back in fourth year. .

He laughed genuinely at her joke. “Anyone but her.”

It became quiet after that as they both knew what they had to do.

“We’ll be okay”, he whispered as he squeezed (y/n)’s hand.

“We will.”

Neither of you wanted this. Seeing as Draco himself was heads over heels for a muggle-born girl in your year. He had been secretly seeing her for a while. In the shadows with the same fears you had about your parents finding out. (Y/N) had actually caught him with her on one of (y/n)’s nightly walks on her way to see George. She had let him know that she wouldn’t run to his parents and let them know what she had seen. (Y/N) had sympathized with his situation and she’d be a hypocrite if she went and told on him. She felt his pain as (y/n) told him how she was in love with George. The both of you understood the pain you’d have to face as you returned to Hogwarts in the upcoming days.

Both of you cried that night knowing what you had to do. Neither of you had a way out. You both were just pawns in your parents games.

Your mom's ring in your pocket. My picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it

(Y/N) had made it back to school after the short school holiday. The end of the school year was fast approaching and exams loomed near. She avoided George at first, trying to live a few more days of bliss where she was still happy with him. But that didn’t last long, he had eventually found her after their shared class had ended. He secretly slipped a small paper in her hand.

“Meet me in the Room of Requirements Tonight after curfew. Love George xx”

(Y/N) was dreading this meeting with him because she knew her time with him was ending. The next time she saw George he had seemed very nervous. He was pacing in the room and kept looking at the ground. He was so distracted that he had failed to notice her presence.

“What’s wrong”, she questioned him as he suddenly lifted his head up.

“Darling I have something important to talk to you about.”

“What is it?”

“Well, you know how we’re almost graduating? I want you to come with me. I need you by my side.”

“What”, you breathed out as your eyes became wide.

“I want you by my side” he whispered as he gently placed a hand on your cheek. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Inside it sat a beautiful ring with a red stone in the center of it.

“George”, she gasped as tears welled in her eyes. She’s crying because she knows she’ll never have the life she wants. It’s like fate was taunting her.

“I can’t do this George.”

“Please (y/n) come with me”, George pleaded with her.

“You know I can’t Georgie”, (y/n) whispered as she wiped the tears pouring down her cheeks.

“I know I can’t give you the same you’re used to but I promise I love you!”

“I can’t go with you because I never loved you”, she said suddenly as her expression became stoic. It’s better to have him hate her then love her. It would help ease her pain.

“What”, he breathed out as he stared at her bewildered with her recent confession. He placed the box with the only ring she’s ever wanted back in his pocket.

“I never loved you”, (y/n) repeated.

“What about every moment we shared (y/n)! You can’t fake that!”

“Please! You were nothing but a game George. You were nothing more than my entertainment for a while. I’d never thought we’d ever get this far”

“Look at me right now and tell me I never meant anything to you (y/n)”, George whimpered as cupped your cheeks. His eyes pleaded with yours to let this be nothing more than a cruel joke of yours.

You roughly got out of his hold but not before looking right at him. “I could never love someone like you.”

“I could never love a Weasley. Especially not a blood traitor.”

His expression changed from hurt to anger in seconds. As he looked at you with pure disgust. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were different from those other pure-bloods.”

He opened the wallet in his pocket and ripped out her picture. Along with her heart. The picture fell slowly to the ground. She watched it as it floated to the floor.

“Goodbye. Hope you have a good life (y/l/n). I hope you can find happiness in your bitter existence.”

“Because only someone with such hatred in their heart plays with the feelings of others.”

As he exited the room, (y/n) broke down in tears. This isn’t the life she wanted. She hated that she was destined for this. She would do anything for another life. She wanted to have the strength to run up and tell him what she was going through. To ask him to save him from her future. But she couldn’t leave her siblings alone. If (y/n) walked out of her parents grasp, she’d be walking away from them too. She felt her chest starting to tighten and her breaths getting shorter and shorter.

You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches

The days seemed to go by with no color in her life. This week has been pouring rain nonstop. The mood of the sky clearly matches her current situation. Pansy had noticed her slight shift in mood but she blamed her emotional turmoil on the nerves of her upcoming graduation. She seemed to believe her or simply just dropped it as not trying to intrude anymore. She watched as he walked the halls of the school with sadness clearly on his face. He’d look her way every once in a while. Some days it was also pure anger when he looked her way. She had attempted to stay clear of him and Fred. After their shared classes she always left first or walked different routes to her next destination.

“You know you have some nerve”, she heard a voice behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Fred Weasley. His face red with anger.

“What do you want”, she responded to him as she turned to face him.

“You took his heart and you bloody broke it”, Fred responded angrily. “He loved you. He probably still does.”

“That’s no longer my problem”, (y/n) responded calmly. All these years of having to mask her true feelings were being used currently.

“You see, I don’t understand how this was a game to you! You don’t just fake all that!”

“You’ll never understand”, she said in a monotonous manner.

“Is everything alright here”, Draco questioned as he walked up to them. He took her hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Oh I see now”, Fred sneered as he looked down at her intertwined hand with Draco’s. “It was some twisted game between you two.”

“Look you don’t talk to her like that”, Draco responded as he stepped in front of you. Fully blocking Fred from your view.

“I’d hit you right now but I’m sure you’d get your daddy to fight your battles.” Fred said as he shoulder checked Draco on his way out. He didn’t bother to turn back around and look at you.

“Don’t listen to him”, Draco said as embraced her.

But you'll find the real thing instead. She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

She knew that George wouldn’t have a problem finding someone else. Someone who would love him like he truly deserved. Someone who could help piece back together what she had broken. He would find some who truly deserved him. Because in her opinion, she had never deserved George Weasley. She could never deserve someone like him.

Challenge to self: write angst with a happy ending??

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