Punk!England x Punk!Reader - My Happy Ending

Let’s talk this over

It’s not like we’re dead

Was it something I did?

Was it something you said?

Don’t leave me hangin’

In a city so dead

Held up so high

On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew

And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything

That I wanted

We were meant to be, supposed to be

But we lost it

All of our memories so close to me

Just fade away

All this time you were pretending

So much for my happy ending

So much for my happy ending

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     “Come on, _____. I told you. It’s a bloody lie. Let’s just talk this over, okay?” Arthur, your ex-boyfriend suggested. You huffed.

     “There’s nothing to talk about! Just get out! I never want to see you again!” You yelled at Arthur, whose face looked distraught.

     “_____, please-“ You cut him off.

     “No. Please… just- go.” Tears threatened to escape from your eyes as you put on the best glare you could muster in your brokenhearted state.

     Arthur sighed in defeat. He started walking towards you, never breaking eye contact, and you self-consciously took a step back, being a little intimidated by the hardcore punk Brit. He finally stopped when he was about a half a foot from you, and brought up a hand to your cheek. Blinking, tears dripped from your eyes. His face softening, Arthur gently wiped them away.

     “So you’re going to believe the slut over me?” Arthur questioned, his eyes shifting from your left eye, to your right eye, and then back to your left. When you didn’t reply, a small, bittersweet smile graced his lips.

     “Then there is nothing I can do, is there?” His voice was soft and calm, as if he had done this so many times before, which you now assumed he had. Leaning in, Arthur placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, and then pulled back, searching your eyes once more. You just glared back, trying oh so hard to not let any more tears fall, for you did not want him to see your weak side.

     “You’ll come around, love, when you learn to believe in me, and not those bloody git’s that say whatever the hell they please. You’ll learn that you were wrong, and you’ll hate me because I was right. And that’s all right. Because I love you, and I will wait for you.” Arthur paused. “Though, please don’t take too long, for I hate to see you with that awful look of doom on your pretty little face.” Arthur frowned as he said that last part. Letting his hand fall back to his side, he took a few steps backwards before turning around, heading for your house’s door.

     “I’ll see you around, _____.” Arthur held up a hand as a farewell, and then, he was gone.

     Your legs suddenly grew weak, and before you knew it, you were on the ground, clutching and pulling your hair out as sobs wracked at your body.

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     Arthur kicked a rusty can that was in his path. He watched as it stuttered across the worn down pavement, clanking a few more times before it became still. Signing, Arthur just looked back down, avoiding any of the few strangers that were out in the city in these parts and times of the night gazes’. Arthur honestly had no clue where he was headed to; maybe one of his favourite bars that he liked to hang out at. But remembering how the last time he went to a bar worked out, he decided against it, and took another street that led back to his house instead.

     The small city that Arthur and you lived in was, well, small. Nothing like New York City, but then again it was bigger than a town. It wasn’t too quiet, yet not too loud. It was nice.

     Arthur had tried to sound like he knew what he was doing and saying when he left you, but he really didn’t. He would never admit it, but he was devastated that you believed that slut of his ex-girlfriend over him. Yeah, his ex-girlfriend was jealous, I mean, he did leave her for a reason. But still. He thought that you had enough faith in him, and that you loved him enough to believe in him. Not jealous ex-girlfriends.

     Arthur knew that rumors were going to fly when he started dating you. He knew that he was going to have to keep telling you over and over again that what everyone else was wasn’t true. And he also should have known that his ex-girlfriend was going to come up with a sneaky little lie like that, and make your faith in him waver.

     He also should have known that you and he weren’t going to pull through until marriage or whatever without any little mishaps along the way. He was ignorant and arrogant to think that everything would be just fine.

     And he now hated himself for that.

     He hated that he had let something like this happen, and that he had lost you. How could he have been so naïve?

     Sighing, Arthur looked up to find himself walking on a lonely sidewalk, just a mile away from his home. His black boots echoed throughout the area, the only sounds being made by himself. The light posts that lit up the empty streets were either off, or eerily flickering on and off, as if it couldn’t stay alive much longer. The city seemed to match Arthur’s mood; dark, lost, and alone.

     More thoughts started to invade Arthur’s mind. If Arthur felt so lost and alone, he couldn’t begin to image the pain you were going through without wanting to kill himself. You were a tough, semi-punk girl in your junior year of high school. You weren’t as hardcore punk at Arthur was, but you were still part of the stereotype. So, yes, you were a tough punkish girl, but that didn’t mean you were emotionally strong. You had a rough childhood; much like Arthur’s own. Parents always fighting, which soon led to abusiveness, which then led to a nasty divorce. Parent’s fighting over who would take custody of the child, you nor Arthur not wanting to be forced to choose one or the other. It was hell, though you did manage to pull through by yourself, just like Arthur. But since Arthur had known what you went though, he helped shed a new sort of light in your life, always thinking of a new reason to why you should be happy about now, and not mourn over your past. But now… you were probably thinking that you had lost everything. Thinking about how you could ever love him, thinking that this was all just a trick, a play, and that you never meant anything to him, because he was just using you-

     Arthur shook his head. Once he put himself in your shoes, he couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. Would this actually deal that much pain? Arthur hoped not, because if it did…

     He would never forgive himself.

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You’ve got your dumb friends

I know what they say

They tell you I’m difficult

But so are they

But they don’t know me

Do they even know you?

All the things you hide from me

All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew

And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything

That I wanted

We were meant to be, supposed to be

But we lost it

All of our memories so close to me

Just fade away

All this time you were pretending

So much for my happy ending

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     You stomped your way up the buses’ steps, and then into the bus. Why were you stomping up the stairs into the bus? Because the bus was going to take you to school. Where Arthur was. That bastard.

     You had the weekend to think everything over. You had cried, broken things, screamed in fury, and cried some more. And you had come to a conclusion.

     Arthur was a lying, cheating, dirty little good-for-nothing-but-good-looks bastard.

     And that you were completely over him.

     You huffed as you made your way to the back of the bus, and plopped yourself down onto a seat that was empty. Slumping over, you simply just shoved your ear buds farther into your ears to drown out of sounds of the chattery high school students, and glared out the window. Arthur was thankfully only in three of your classes; math, science, and language arts. But you had the same lunch hour. And you were bound to see him in the halls, since he was a hard to miss considering how differently he dressed from 90% of the other students attending the high school. And then those eyes. You could never miss those piercing, emerald green eyes that shone with such-

     No, _____. You growled at yourself. Scowling, you just let out an angry sigh as the bus entered the high school’s bus drop off.

     You have never looked forward to the end of the school day so much before now.

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     You winced as the shrill ring of the bell cut through the dusty air. Sighing, you leaned down to gather your things, mentally bracing yourself for the next hour. Lunch.

     You had successfully avoided Arthur during the hours you had math and science, but with lunch, it was different, since you usually sat with Arthur and the gang. The gang consisted of Matthias, Gilbert, Alfred, Antonio, Francis, and Lukas. You were all the punks of the school, and known for it.

     As you walked into the cafeteria, you leisurely made your way over to the table where the 8 of you usually sat. And, much to your chagrin, Arthur was already there, along with Alfred, Matthias and Lukas. Putting on the best I-don’t-give-a-shit expression, you sat down next to Lukas, since he was usually quiet, and you knew he would get your vibe and not bother you. Unlike a certain Dane you know.

     “Hey, _____! What’s up? You look like you could kill someone.” Matthias said after he swallowed a mouthful of whatever he was eating. Matthias was on the other side of Lukas, with Arthur sitting in front of Matthias from the other side of the table. Lastly, Alfred was sitting next to Arthur and across from Lukas.

     You shot a glare of daggers towards Matthias. “Hmm” was the only sound you made as you grabbed your lunchbox out of your backpack. As you were setting it on the table, Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert joined the five of you. Gilbert sat next to Alfred and across from you; Antonio sat next to Matthias who was across from Francis; since Francis had taken his spot next to Arthur, much to his annoyance and your amusement.

     “No, seriously, _____. What’s going on with you? You’re usually more laid back.” Matthias pressed on. You rolled your eyes as Gilbert, Antonio and Francis asked what was going on, since they had just joined. You opened your mouth, ready with an angered retort, but Arthur spoke before you could.

     “Ah, just let her be, Matthias. She’s fine.” Arthur said with a knowing tone that nobody understood but you. He turned to you with a teasing smirk on his face. “Aren’t ya, love?”

     You gritted your teeth. Oh, I see how it is. Acting like nothing happened because I’m going to, “come around”. We’ll see about that. “Bloody bastard.” You muttered. Before anyone could ask you what you had just said, you quickly covered it up, getting Arthur’s hint to be quite about the whole breakup. “Yeah. Just a bad weekend.” You shot a glare towards Arthur’s way as you said that last part. He just lightly chuckled.

     “Jeez, ____, you’re so difficult. It seems like Arthur’s the only one who can ever understand you.” Alfred said, faking a heavy and dramatic sigh. You just once again rolled your eyes to prevent yourself from saying anything stupid. After that comment, the conversation dropped, and quickly moved on to something else. But not before Francis shot a knowing look and smirk your way, and you quickly shot back with a glare that he quickly understood and kept quiet.

     As the conversation drifted to somewhere that you couldn’t care less about, your mind began to wander as you self-consciously nibbled on your lunch. I’m difficult? What about them? I mean, if you get started on which country is the best, all hell would break loose. And when we all decide to go to the movies, Alfred, Gilbert, and Matthias all fight over which movie we should all see. It’s not like I care about any of that…

     … But then again, they don’t really know me. I’m so… reserved. I don’t talk much, anyways. I just listen to them bicker or chatter about whatever they talk about. And the only reason why I’m in the gang is because of Arthur…

     … I wonder if they even know Arthur… his attitude is all bad boy, cocky, smartass, and, quoting Arthur himself, “bloody brilliant.” (A “bloody brilliant bastard”, you subconsciously added) But when he’s with me, he’s different… he’s more caring, considerate, cuddly… and he just seems to drop all of his defenses… maybe… maybe I should give him another chance…

     No. Never. He’s a lying, cheating, dirty little good-for-nothing-but-good-looks bastard. He deserves this.

     …

     …

     … But do I deserve this…?-

     “_____.” … “_____!”

     You blinked. “Huh? What?” You asked, looking up to find that all of the other students in the cafeteria were getting ready to leave. Looking towards the voice, you saw Arthur leaning over you, a worried look on his face.

     “Are you all right?” He asked, blinking his beautiful – damnit, you cursed – emerald green eyes. His thick eyebrows were creased with worry, and his shaggy dirty blond unkempt hair was dangling over his forehead.

     You blinked a few more times, before your face hardened into somewhere between a glare and scowl. “Yes, I’m quite all right, Arthur.” You sarcastically retorted as you shoved everything into your lunch bag, and then shoving your lunch bag into your backpack. Huffing, you quickly stood up and marched your way out of the cafeteria, leaving Arthur behind to stare longingly after you.

     Arthur jumped as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Blinking, he turned to see that it was Francis. Francis smiled a sad smile, and gave Arthur’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. Arthur let a small, sad smile grace his lips, before he realized just who he was exactly admitting to that there was a problem between him and you.

     “Shove off, frog.” Arthur looked away, and rolled his shoulder, causing Francis to let go. Francis let out a quiet chuckle, lightly shoving Arthur. Arthur shot Francis another glare, who shot Arthur another smile, before Francis walked ahead of Arthur to his next class.

     Arthur sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought it would be. Then again, this was you he was dealing with.

     You were never easy to work for. But that was just one of the many reasons why Arthur loved you.

     Loves you, he quickly corrected himself. He wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

     No.

     Not if he could help it.

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It’s nice to know that you were there

Thanks for acting like you care

And making me feel like I was the only one

It’s nice to know we had it all

Thanks for watching as I fall

Letting me know we were done

He was everything, everything

That I wanted…

We were meant to be, supposed to be

But we lost it

All of our memories so close to me

Just fade away

All this time you were pretending

So much for my happy ending

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     5 days. 5 day’s since you and Arthur broke up.

     And you were just fine.

     … Or at least you tried to convince yourself that you were.

     You took another shaky breath before you dropped your head back into your pillow. It seemed like you had so much free time now and you just didn’t know what to do but to be bored. You didn’t like being bored; because then your thoughts would go to places you had forbidden them to go. But it’s not like they listened. You had concluded that they enjoyed your misery and suffering.

     Deeply sighing into the pillow, you lazily lifted your head and rolled over onto your back. Blinking blankly at the ceiling, you questioned what the hell you could do to keep your mind occupied. Computer? No… Gamecube? Nahh… You narrowed your eyes at the ceiling, as if accusing it for your stumped thoughts. The park?... yeah.

     You quickly sat up, and swung your legs over the side of your bed, slipping them into your black combat boots. Pushing yourself up, you grabbed your (musicplayerofchoice) and headed soundlessly out of your house. Shoving your ear buds into your ears, you mouthed the words to the song. Looking around, you found the day’s atmosphere very fitting to your own. Everything was grey. The low, overcast clouds looked ready to release their tears at any moment. A light breeze swept through the cool humid air, sending chills up and down your arms, despite your leather jacket.

     Cars passed you as you made your way towards the park. The park that you were going to was a fairly old one. It was usually empty since a newer park had been built not 5 miles down the road. You and Arthur usually hung out at the park on days like these when there was nothing else to do. You would sometimes play hide and seek, tag, or see who could swing the highest. You and him would also go there when you needed to talk about something important, or when something happened and the other was upset. It was just a meeting place for you and Arthur, one that you never officially agreed on, but a meeting place nonetheless. So many memories were spent there with Arthur; it hurt to even think about it. They were always something you held so close to you, but now… they were just grey, dead, memories that just seemed to fade away…

     Breaking away from your thoughts, you looked up to find that you were at the entrance to the park. Walking in, your feet led you to the playground section of the park, having gone there so many times you just walked there without a second thought. Not paying attention to who was around you, you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone when you reached the playground until you looked up.

     Your eyes widened. “Arthur?”

     Arthur looked up from the ground, eyes dull and face downcast. He was sitting on one of the swings, swaying back and forth ever so slightly. Once he finally realized it was you who was standing in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise. “_-_____?”

     You blinked, and then frowned. Taking your ear buds out, you asked, “What are you doing here?”

     Arthur seemed to take a minute to process your words. Once he did, his gaze fell back down to the ground. “Probably the same reason for why you’re here.” He said with a sigh. Your gaze fell.

     “… Because I’m lonely…” You muttered.

     “Precisely.” Arthur said with another sigh, as if talking was a task as itself.

     Not knowing what else to do, you walked up to the swing next to Arthur’s, and sat down, rocking yourself back and forth.

     It wasn’t long until it started to drizzle, and then turn into a light sprinkle. The wind started to pick up a little, swaying the leafless trees back and forth, creating a melody of clacking branches. Dead and lifeless leaves scurried across the ground as the wind swept them up and about, the leaves not being able to do anything but to surrender to the more powerful element.

     You let out a shaky breath before looking up, turning your head towards Arthur.

     “H-hey… Arthur?” You asked, you voice small and unsure.

     Arthur looked up at the sound of your voice, emerald green meeting (e/c). “Yes, love?” The pet name slipped before Arthur could think twice about it, and he looked like he was about to apologize, but you cut him off.

    “Thank you.”

     Arthur blinked. “W-what?”

     You inwardly smiled at the confused look he gave you. He’s so cute when he’s confused… “Thank you.” You took a hesitant breath. “Thank you for always being there for me, and always making me feel like I was the only one. Thank you for helping me with my past, and helping me see the good in life. Just…” Your gaze fell back down to the ground in front of you. After a few seconds, you looked back up, mustering the best smile that you could. “Thank you, Arthur.”

     Arthur wanted to cry. Your smile was so broken and fake, he could barely stop himself from getting up and pulling you into a hug, and telling you everything was all right.

     But everything wasn’t all right.

     Arthur shot back a pained smile as the sprinkle gradually turned into a light rain. “You’re very welcome, love…” He trailed off, wanting to say so many other things, but knew that he couldn’t. Because you are the only one. Because I only wanted for you to be happy. Because you are everything I ever wanted. Because I love you. Arthur swallowed back a thump that was growing in his throat.

     You hesitantly stood up. “Well, I guess this is goodbye. To the old us, anyways. We’re just friends now, all right?” You looked down at Arthur.

     Arthur’s head shot up. “No. I cannot accept that, _____. If that’s what you want to believe, go ahead. But,” Arthur stood up, his face now level with yours, emerald fire burning into dull (e/c). His voice lowered, his British accent becoming thicker. “I will make you mine again. No matter ‘ow bloody long it takes. All right?” Arthur added that last part with a smirk.

     “No-“ You started, but Arthur cut you off, his smirk disappearing.

     “I didn’t think so.” Arthur sighed, and stepped around you, the rain now becoming a steady downpour. He started walking towards the park’s entrance. Arthur lifted a hand up in farewell.

     “I’ll see you around, love.”

     You glared after Arthur through your wet bangs. You were going to prove him wrong. If a war was what he wanted, a war was what he was going to get. But part of you couldn’t help but think…

     Arthur sighed as he slowly started to walk away from you, water dripping down from his bangs. He really didn’t know what to think now. The only thing he could actually register was…

     “… So much for my happy ending.”