the only voice that matters

i lost my voice for a week & nobody noticed because i never freaking talk
We fell together and for the first time, it didn’t hurt. It was like we didn’t know how to be any different, like we didn’t know what to do with our hands except for running them over each other’s skin. Our mouths forgot how to shape words that didn’t matter - we learned how to voice only what was really important. Normally the thought of settling down left me uncomfortable and letting another person in scared me half to death. I was never sure if I believed in soulmates, but when I looked at you, I felt our threads connect. I could never say exactly what we were, there was never the right word for it. But I could say how I felt when you walked into the room, and that was a first. When you glanced my way and your gaze stuck, like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at. I felt like you were the first person that really saw me for who I was. You made me feel like I belonged. And for this I will always be grateful.
—  threads / n.j.

this is the ONLY picture of me from Pittsburgh Pride this weekend. I was so immersed in the love surrounding me I didn’t once feel the need to take my phone out - something I rely on heavily for my social anxiety. But this weekend was different. This weekend was my first Pride passing as a man & being shirtless.

I can’t even begin to describe the euphoric feeling that washed over me when I felt the sun on my chest with my trans flag strapped across my neck, I felt invincible. For once, I felt strong.

I’m never going to back down. I’m never going to stop being visible. I’m so proud to be trans. I’m so proud to be queer. I’m so proud to be me.

anonymous asked:

Hi Cate, I'm curious for your perspective on this question (and I don't want to inadvertently start something that will end up in an uproar, so I understand if you don't publish this ask): What is your feeling on people who have said that GA had the opportunity to purchase these pics and didn't (with the insinuation that she therefore approved their release)?

Hi anon. I actually don’t know who is making these claims (since I stay far away from the crazy around here) but this is on the same level of imagination and idiocy as the marketing theory. Remember how reliable that was? 

So let’s look at the scenario that is being suggested in a real way: freelance tabloid photographer takes photos of Gillian. Before selling them to a publication or wire service he/she goes to Gillian:

Photojournalist: “I have these photos of you. If you don’t buy them for XX, then I am going to sell them for publication.”

Does that sound….legal to you? Or does it sound like what it actually is: extortion? Which is actually…you know, a CRIME.

Let’s also look at what’s published on a regular basis. Let’s look at Gary Hart - who lost the presidency due to tabloid shots of him and his girlfriend - let’s look at the many photos that exposed Britney Spears and other celebs getting out of cars and so on. Do you honestly, rationally believe that these celebrities were given some kind of Right of First Refusal? How in the name of fuck does anyone think this is something that actually happens?? It’s so asinine, it makes my blood boil. And if this actually were a thing (which I assure you it isn’t), would you allow yourself to be extorted?

How about we look at the root of this and the people who are perpetuating this bullshit: THEY. WERE. WRONG. ABOUT. GILLOVNY. They have egg all over their faces and they are angry about it. They don’t have anyone else to blame for planting false stories and dividing the fandom. Now they are getting proof in spades that Gillian and Peter are together and happy, so guess who has to be the villain? Yup, Gillian. A 48-year-old woman in love for the first time in a long while. A woman who spent the better part of the year promoting the idea of embracing each other as women, rather than turning on one another. Who embraces her fandom and her charities with her time and fundraising. Who works hard to be a better person. And this is what she gets in return: to be completely fucked over by her “fans” and slandered after she has already been hideously violated by photographers. I have been in the fandom for a long time and I have never been more embarrassed in all my life at being remotely associated with a group of people who reblog and “like” this nonsense. It’s repulsive. 

Anyone putting out or buying into this messaging needs to check themselves. What content are you putting out into the world right now? What messages are you getting from certain blogs? One can sound kind and understanding but still be putting out PURE HATE. What are you promoting here? How would you feel if this happened to you?

Fingertips Between Us (Chapter 1)

Ta-da! It’s finally here! I’m sorry for such a long wait! First chapters in a story always take me a while >.< they do after all, set the stage for all the events coming forward! 

As always, please leave me asks about what you think when you’ve finished reading!

Something warm and wet presses against your forehead, and you crinkle your eyes in mock annoyance, a smile already forming on your face.

“Mmm…stop that.” You mumble, turning to the other side of the bed to escape whatever disturbed your sleep. Or, whoever.

Strong arms drape around your body, giving a sharp tug. You feel yourself roll back the other way, returning to the exact position you had just escaped from.

“Good morning my love.” A kiss to your nose.

You feel the weight of the ring on your finger shift as he plays with it absent mindedly.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” A kiss to your cheek.

You carefully peek one eye open, “Did you really wake me up just to tell me that?” Though you try your best to sound stern, even you hear the giggling tone in your voice.

“I need to go to work love.” A kiss to your other cheek.

You turn your head to look at the clock, was it that late already? Turning back you finally notice that Jumin isn’t in his sleeping attire, the fabric of the striped suit staring at you tauntingly.

“I’m sorry…I hadn’t meant to sleep in so late.” You mumble ashamed at how you had even slept through him getting ready.

A gentle hand sweeps over your hair lovingly, “You worked late last night. It’s alright.”  Jumin stands from the bed, your arms still thrown around his neck. Instead of detaching them Jumin opts to take you with him to the door, lifting you up from the bed, carrying you as he walked. Your legs wrap around him, and in the short 300 steps it takes to get to the front entrance you sprinkle kisses along his jaw and on his neck.

When he finally arrives at the door you step down sorrowfully, “Have a good day at work.”

You stand over him as he sits to put on his shoes, a frown on your face. Your hair is still disheveled from sleep, lips still swollen from last night’s kisses, your voice is husky, muscled and toned with half awakeness.

Jumin turns from his shoes to glance at you behind him. He lets out a small smile at the very displeased frown on your face. He stares at your messy hair and listens to your musky voice. You’re so beautiful. He always hated leaving you in the morning.

“Will you be home for dinner? You remember our plans right?” You grumble, knowing deep inside that you shouldn’t be acting like such a child. But you couldn’t help it, after all, life was so much better when you both were together.

Jumin tightens his left shoe and stands, turning to face you.

“Yes, yes.” He says dismissively.

There’s a large grin on his face. “I’m heading off now.”

You almost roll your eyes with amusement. Ever since you both had gotten engaged Jumin made it clear to you that he would not leave to work, or anywhere for that matter, without a goodbye kiss from you.

“My, what a doting husband I’m going to have.” You tease, taking steps towards him nonetheless.

“Mmmm, of course.” A kiss to your lips.

It takes you by surprise, “Weren’t you the one who insisted I be the one to kiss you?”

“Of course” He says teasingly, and you look down to discover his eyes closed slightly, his lips pouted out towards you expectantly.

With a mock sigh you move onto the tips of your toes, and press a kiss to his lips softly. A satisfied rumble escapes his chest and you almost let out a laugh at the thought that he resembled a large black cat purring.

Jumin can feel your smile on his lips, and a small growl slips through his mouth. He nips your bottom lip, as if asking how you could dare to think of other things. You pull away, cheeks flushed and your heart a flutter for more. Always more. Jumin’s thumb runs over your lip slowly, as if he were preparing himself to part with you for eternity.

“I’m going love.”

With a nod you smile at him, handing him his brief case and waving him goodbye out the door.

With a sigh you stared at the door. Honestly, it wasn’t like he would be gone forever. With a huff you rolled your eyes at your own clinginess.

Something soft and warm brushes in between your legs, and you look down with a smile.

“Good morning Elizabeth. You just missed your father.” You laugh, scooping her up into your arms. The cat begins to let out purrs instantly.

You laugh, “Like father like daughter.”

You spent the rest of the day tidying the house and baking sweets. Baking had always been your passion, and you thought that you were pretty good at it! You ran a small bakery, and even sold your goods online!

You set a small plate of lemon bars on the counter, saving them for Jumin before scooping Elizabeth the Third up and settling onto the couch to watch some tv.

Flickering through the channels you smiled as your phone chime went off.

Jumin : I miss you.

You: I miss you t-

“…Mr. Han! Please, tell us your thoughts on your son’s engagement!”

Those words catch your attention, and you stop mid text, your eyes returning to the tv screen. Elizabeth the Third meows loudly.

It was no secret to you that Mr. Han wasn’t fond of you. Jumin had taken you along to enough business parties for you to begin noticing Mr. Han’s annoyed glances towards. Or his refusal to speak to you. Mr. Han didn’t approve of you, but there was no way he would claim that you and Jumin weren’t engaged on national television was there?

Jumin and arguments with his father often about you. It always killed you to see Jumin argue with his father, knowing full well just how much Jumin respected him. In the end, the arguments were always one and the same. If you belonged in the Han family.  

“He isn’t a bad man MC.”

Jumin had once whispered those words into your ears. And though you wanted to believe him, how could you?

Your eyes refocused back to the images on the screen. Mr. Han’s stern face was masked in unamusement. And you fiddled with the engagement ring on your finger nervously. Next to you your phone begins to ring loudly. It’s Jumin. Ahhh…he must have realized that you’d be watching.

You pick up the call quietly, pressing the phone to your ear, knowing full well he’d just continue to call if you ignored him. Your eyes never leave the screen, and your heart begins to beat rapidly as you wait for Mr. Han to respond.

“Turn it off.” Jumin’s voice booms through the cell phone, angrily. Worridly.

“It’s alright.” You reassure him. “I just…want to see what he says for myself.”

You hear Jumin let out an exasperated sigh, “My love-”

“What engagement?”

Those words echo off the tv, and they cause your heart to stop in your chest.

On the screen Mr. Han stares directly into the camera, as if knowing that you would be watching.

“My son has no partner. My son is not engaged.” He states, his eyes never leaving the screen.

The reporter lets out an awkward laugh, “But sir, we have reports that Mr. Jumin has gotten engaged to MC. We even have reports that they live together.”

Mr. Han lets out a patient sigh. “ Simply puppy love. He’s just infatuated with the girl. He is my son after all.” He jokes, causing the sea of reporters around him to laugh as well.

Your lips tremble slightly as you turn off the tv. Rejected. Mr. Han just rejected your engagement to the whole wide world.

“MC.” Jumin’s voice calls out from the speaker, and you jump slightly, having forgotten that he was on the line. From the sound of his voice, you can tell that he too, watched the broadcast.

“I’m alright.” You state, lips trembling a little more, the diamond ring on your finger shining brightly at you.

“I’m alright.” You whisper again, covering your shaking lips as tears fall from your eyes. You refuse to let Jumin know that you’re crying.

Jumin’s soft curse under his breath lets you know that you’re failing at masking your voice.

“I’ll call him right now. I’ll make him announce our engagement. I’ll-”

“It’s okay Jumin.” You cut him off.

“Let him be, it’s alright. I’m alright.” You say gently.

The other side of the line grows quiet, and then finally, “I wish I were there to hold you.”

You let out a small laugh as a sniffle escapes you, “That would only spell trouble for Jaehee.”

“Doesn’t matter.” The smile in his voice makes your heart loosen slightly.

“Come home quickly, I miss you.” You say no longer caring just how needy you sound.

“I’ll try my love. After all, we do have very important guests coming later tonight.”

You smile at that, “You adore my younger sister way too much.”

Jumin lets out a deep chuckle, “And our niece is even cuter.”

You let out a content sigh as you examined the table spread you had set up. An elegant white table cloth clothed the smooth ebony table, held in place by a vase full of peonies (Easter egg! Go read peonies if you haven’t ^^) that you had placed as a centerpiece. White plates with gold spirals stood guard along the edge of the table, the gold matching the faint yellow of the napkins.

You smiled as your eyes drifted to the corner of the table. A child’s high chair stood right in between two dining ones, and you let out a laugh as you saw how out of place it was.


The sound of the doorbell draws your attention away from the table.

“Coming~” You say as you make your way towards the front door.

You swing the door open with a large smile on your face.

Your younger sister stands in the doorway, a similar smile on her face.

“Hey!” She greets cheerfully, and you quickly pull her into a hug before making way for her to enter the penthouse.

“Wow…’ She breaths as she enters. She sets the car seat in her hands gently on the floor, looking around the penthouse in wonder. “You know, I’ll never wrap my head around the fact that you live here.”

You laugh in answer, you attention solely on the angel strapped inside the car seat. You snap the handle back, and smile down at the little girl buckled inside.

“Hello Akari” You whisper quietly as you lift your niece out of the seat.

She giggles in your arms, blubbering when you rub your nose gently across hers.

“How old is she now?” You ask your sister, turning to face her as you place Akari on your hips.

“She’s about a year now.” Your sister answers, eyes bright as she watches the two of you.

The two of you play with Akari for a while, watching her explore the penthouse and babbling away.

The sound of the front door opening draws your attention away. Jumin’s home!

You snatch Akari up from the floor, ignoring your sister who laughs at you, as you make your way to welcome Jumin.

“Akari, look who’s ho-” You stop short as you look up from the baby in your arms.

Rigid eyes greet you. Slightly shorter. Slightly more grey hair. Mr. Han.

The smile falls off your face instantly.

“M-Mr. Han.” You stutter out, your mouth suddenly dry. Why was he here?

Mr. Han looks around the penthouse slowly, eyes stopping briefly to look at your sister, at Akari, and then finally, back on you.

“I see that Jumin isn’t home yet.” He states.

You nod quietly, giving a little jump as you reposition Akari.

“Ms. MC, my son tells me that you’re quite intelligent.” Mr. Han says.

You backtrack. What?

“He flatters me Mr. Han.” You reply curtly.

You finally move your eyes to his own, and you instantly regret your choice.

An ugly sneer replaces his emotionless face. “Yes, it would seem that my son does flatter you. A little too much. You would think that someone with intelligence would take the hint after watching today’s interview.”

His words pierce your heart. But Mr. Han isn’t finished.

“And would you look at this!” He exclaims, gesturing to your sister and Akari.

“I’ve read up on your family Ms. MC. Your sister got involved with a bad man. Not only did he swindle her of everything, he even left her with a child! I’m not sure how you tricked Jumin, but I can see right through you.”

You rush to explain, “No Mr. Han it isn’t like that, I promise you! Most of the debt is already paid, Jumin doesn’t even know anything about i-”

“I will never accept you as my daughter-in-law.”

Mr. Han’s words cut you off harshly. He glares at you from where he stands, until his eyes slowly fall onto Akari, as if remembering that an infant were present this whole time.

“I won’t ever accept you. You, or your future children.”

His words come out like venom. They poison the air and taint the feelings in your heart.

As if on queue, Akari begins to cry, loud wails echoing off the empty walls. Off of Mr.Han. Your heart wrenches in your chest. It’s almost as if Akari cries for you.

Instantly your sister rushes forward from off the couch to take her daughter and you let her, stuck frozen in place from Mr. Han’s words.  After a few moments Akari’s cries turn to sniffles, and Mr. Han clears his throat as he prepares to leave.

“Please don’t let this drag on Ms. MC.” He says, before shutting the door firmly behind him. Shutting the door, on you.  

Annnnnnnnnd that’s that! I swear it’ll get more interesting soon!!!! Like I said before, I’m simply setting the stage at the moment. 

As always, thank you all for your endless support, and look forward to chapter 2 ^^
Abortion and the men haunted by regret
It’s thought there are now 200,000 legal abortions in Britain every year. The debate over abortion is usually focused on the woman. What’s often overlooked is the impact on the men involved.

Watch feminists dismiss these opinions, because men’s voices only matter when they support abortion.

Guess what? It takes TWO people to reproduce. And that doesn’t mean two women or two men. Get over it.

yesterday was national sibling day

Two years ago, you were all white knuckle and grit.
You abandoned your softness in a cardboard box
on the side of the road—decided it was
someone else’s problem, now.
Two years ago, your depression was
an undiagnosed monster in the pit of your stomach
and it swallowed everything.
You felt like a cardboard cutout of a person;
you felt like TV static.
You wrote yourself into something ugly
so that you didn’t have to be so soft–
so small, so honey-heart.
It didn’t work, did it?
Take a good look at the person you become
two years from now: look
how she is frayed at the edges
like hand-me-down lace. Look
how her bones are too old for her,
how they creak like a house
full of someone else’s photo albums.
Look how soft she is:
like you could press your hand right through
her stomach and
come out the other side. She knows, that
every boy you fall in love with between there and now
takes you for granted.
Every girl who lets you kiss her
stops texting you back.
That you keep filling your empty bed,
because you don’t know how to fill your empty chest.
Trouble is, you keep falling in love with open wounds
then acting surprised when you are left with nothing
but blood in a lifeboat.
It’s time to stop sinking.
You are important,
even if no one ever likes your poetry.
You are important,
even if he doesn’t love you back,
even if she’s only interested in sleeping with you,
even if he isn’t.
Your voice matters, even if no one listens to it.
Your worth does not come with
clauses and conditions.
It does not disappear
with no one to validate it–
are valid.
Even if no one else thinks so.
Two years from now, you will be soft.
You will be all split-ends and paperbacks.
It will hurt.
And it’ll be okay.
These are the growing pains we never grow out of.
I know
you never asked to be born.
But that’s because people don’t ask
for miracles: they are given.
You exist, even though it would be
much easier for you not to. Even though
there are literally billions of events
that had to happen before you could happen,
which makes you
one of the most improbable things in existence
and yet, you are here.
But I don’t expect you to say thank you.
There is too much ache in your upbringing.
There have been too many bad days.
Two years ago,
you declared war on your gentle everything.
It will take the full two years to realize
you are only hurting
All The Love



“Y'hairs wet.”

You huff out a quiet “sorry” and start to scoot away but the grip of his arm around you only tightens. “No. S'okay. Just a little cold.” His feet brush against yours. “Toes are cold too.”

You close your eyes and let out a breath, wiggling the tiniest bit closer. “Yeah well. It’s cold in here.”

“Did you want me to turn the fan off?”

“No. Just keep holding me.”

He laughs quietly, kissing the back of your neck. “Okay. Want me to warm you up?”


“Need your big strong man to keep y'warm at night, hm?”

If your eyes were open, you’d roll them. You only sigh. “Harry I can just get another blanket and scoot away.”

“Noo,” he pouts, tightening his grip and tangling his feet with yours. “I wanna stay right here.”

“Then quiet down.”

He laughs again, the warmth of his breath hitting your neck as he presses another kiss into it. “Mkay. Goodnight then.”


It’s only a matter of minutes before his voice breaks through the silence. “Love?”

You sigh. “YES Harry?”

“Don’t mean to be annoying I just… m'really proud of you.” Your ears seem to perk up at this, and your eyes open, though you don’t attempt to turn around. He only continues. “Mean it. I love you. I know y'arent so happy right now but you’re strong. You’re pushing through it and I love that about you. And I love loving you. And being able to be close to you like this when we sleep. Even if your toes are freezing.”

You giggle, and he presses another kiss to your neck. “M'serious though. Things are gonna work out, mm? Just keep going. And know that m'always gonna be right here at the end of every day.” With another kiss and an almost whisper of “I love you,” he gives you a soft squeeze around your midsection.

You sigh, reaching down to interlace your fingers with his and stroke your thumb along the back of his hand. “I love you too, cheeseball. You’re so sappy”

He lets out an offended little squeak and you giggle, squeezing his hand. “Really though. Thank you.”

You lay there in the silence, soaking up the love before he presses his nose affectionately to your neck. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Now we can sleep.”

You giggle. “Alright. Ill see you in the morning.”

He lets out a little hum. “What do you want for breakfast? Waffles?”

“Can you make waffles?”

“F'course I can.” He sounds almost offended and you giggle.

“GOOD. Then waffles.”

“Right.” He kisses the back of your head. “Waffles.”

“With blueberry syrup?”


“And bacon?”


“And whipped cream that I can eat off of all four of your nipples?”

He smirks. “Don’t push it.”

You giggle, squeezing his hand again. “Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight, love.”

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So a couple people have reblogged my rant about dub hate (I’m sure you guys have seen that post going around) saying that dub hate is mostly left over from the 4Kids era, because people are used to dubs totally butchering their anime.

But here’s the thing. I originally made that post after seeing someone I follow make a really passive-aggressive comment saying people who watch the FMAB dub are “wrong” and should watch it subbed like it “should be”. And I’ve had upon a few occasions people come into my streams and be like, “The dub? And here I thought you were a REAL FMA fan.” Um, excuse me, what the fuck did you just say to me?

The FMAB dub is honestly one of the best dubs out there, and I’m not even just saying that because I like it. It is, compared to other dubs, really good.

The script, for example, is a decent translation. Sure, maybe there are things I feel would have been better translated differently, but that’s on a purely line-by-line basis; overall, it’s pretty good. They don’t butcher the plot, rename everyone, or censor things like other dubs. You’re not going to miss out on anything important by watching the dub.

And then there’s the voice acting. Like ok, maybe you hate Vic Mignogna. I get that. But you can’t condemn the entire dub just because you’re not a fan of him, that doesn’t make it a bad dub. And frankly? Even if Vicks McNugget only has one (1) character voice, you have to give him credit for one thing: He actually shows emotion in his acting, and especially for Ed, that’s REALLY important.. Hell, even just the “In other words, there will be no equivalent exchange with you scum!!!” rant has more range of emotion than a lot of other dubs as a whole. Can you imagine a world where Ed Elric shows no emotion? Do I need to bring up the fucking Sailor Moon dub? I’m serious, I really don’t like Vinny Lasagna and I’d still take him over someone who doesn’t know how to act at all.

And Vic aside, the rest of the voice acting is frankly really good. It’s a huge improvement from 03, for sure.

I’ve seen bad dubs. I was there, Gandalf. FMAB is not one of them. I made the mistake of watching the Tokyo Mew Mew dub once and I had to turn it off the moment they called Ichigo “Zoey”. The Hikaru no Go dub is really close to the original Japanese script, and the voice acting is still so bad I can only stomach a few episodes at a time. And I’m not just talking about old dubs, either; Toonami is currently airing the Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure dub, which is far newer than FMAB, and it’s frankly really bad. (That being said, if you enjoy it, good for you!) Hell, even the FMA 03 dub is kinda shitty compared to Brotherhood. If you seriously think FMAB is a Bad Dub™, I want to know what fucking universe you’re from where all anime dubs are apparently so much better, because if I’m being honest you sound pretty spoiled.

And to repeat my earlier point: I am a huge FMA fan. I’ve seen Brotherhood both subbed and dubbed, I’ve compared it to the manga, and I have a fairly decent understanding of Japanese. I promise you, you will not miss out on much by watching the dub. The only major difference is of course the voices, and that’s entirely a matter of personal preference. Sure, the voices in the Japanese version are nice, but you’re not a bad fan just because you’d rather watch the dub than sit through the entire subs just for Romi Park.

It is 20-fucking-17 and there are still people out there shitting on others for watching dubs, for literally no viable reason other than that they personally prefer the subs. And I’m sick of it.

aspendailies  asked:

Ok but bts gang au?? I've read a few of these (there needs to be more) but the paintball just inspired me more?? Rapmon is the leader of the team cause he's amazing and Yoongi is his right hand man. Jin is the spy that goes undercover in all the big companies and hobi is the sweet but deadly hand-to-hand combat guy. Taetae is the sweet-talker and deals with kidnapping and works with jin. Jimin is the master sniper and can kill without looking and kookie is just the all-around prodigy pls help

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jimin // Jungkook // Suga // V // Rap Monster


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You brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip from it before placing it back down and popping out your joints. The dress you wore for tonight was tight,red, loud. After the blind date you’d just been released from, you found yourself in the sleaziest bar you could find. A university student trying to become a 4th grade teacher…interesting. It wasn’t something you needed in your life, and you were bored to death by the way he had tried to get you to suck him off in the least subtle way. Still, you knew the moment you stood up you were finished with his existence and would not call him back. You made a mental note to text your friend who’d only intended for you to be with the best.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here at this time of night?” A voice purred at you, and you knew it was only a matter of time until you had to punch someone just to have a simple drink.

You turned, noticing the face was not only unattractive, but beaten up and bruised as well. You picked up your drink again, taking a big swig from it and placing it down.

“Not interested,” you shot him a look. The alcohol on his breath informed you that he was absolutely smashed, and you just hoped someone was around to save you when he got in your face.

“Alright, that’s fine. Got a bitch on my hands thinking you’re too good for everyone?”

“She said she wasn’t interested, buddy.” A voice caught your attention, and it made the sleazy man turn around and stare. His hair was a fading orange color, the kind of a sunset hanging over the horizon in the middle of winter. He had his elbow laying on the bar counter, and chin on his hand. The man winked in your direction, twinkling his fingers from his free hand towards you.

“Who are y- Jimin…” The sleazy one halted his words, eyes growing wide and hands hanging up in the air as if he were about to be arrested. The one known as Jimin rose from his seat, rolling out his shoulders and cracking his neck.

“Look man, I don’t want any trouble.” The man said, backing away slightly. Perhaps Jimin was bar security? No, that would mean he was drinking on the job. In most cases, that would be entirely unacceptable. You weren’t doubting it wasn’t here, either.

Once the man was clearly out of sight, Jimin sat down beside you. He slid his drink next to you, clinking both glasses together before he took it down like a shot. You watched his face pucker up in satisfaction, before exhaling loudly and slamming his glass down.

“Come here often?”

“That’s so cheesy.” You muttered, turning away and smiling to yourself.

“Oh, alright. You don’t like that? Sorry for wasting your time.”

You turned quickly, hand tightening in his leather jacket. “Don’t go, what if someone tries to catcall me again and you’re not around to save me?”

He didn’t have to turn around for you to know he was smiling. Jimin sat back in his chair, waving for the bar tender to bring another drink around. He gave Jimin a sour look, placing the almost empty bottle in front of him.

“You going to pay for your tab soon, Jimin?”

“Aw, don’t be like that. I always pay for my tab whenever Joonie makes it big. We got a big drug bust soon, buddy. I’m the main player this time.”

“If you die I’m telling Namjoon you owe almost 700 fucking dollars in booze.” The bartender snapped, opening the cap of the alcohol and pouring the rest of the contents in his cup. Jimin waved him off.

“What’ll he do, kill me again? Not likely, pal.”

The bartender disappeared to the other side of the joint, leaving you and Jimin alone. It sounded as if Jimin was a cop, but you weren’t so sure.

“So you’re like…a cop? Is that why that dumb ass was so scared of you?”

Jimin broke into hysterical laughter, slapping the table with the flat of his palm. You weren’t sure what was the reason he was laughing for, but for some reason you laughed along. His face was suddenly serene, totally expressionless and hardened.

“Quite the opposite, babe.”

Your heart was beating in your throat. The opposite? “You…break the law?”

“Do I?” He took another swig of his drink, downing the whole glass in one go. Staring at him for a long moment, you realized you had to get to know him better. It wasn’t because you wanted too, it was because you definitely needed to know him. You shuffled your bar stool closer to him, downing your whole drink and struggling to swallow it. Jimin snorted slightly, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“Long night, sweet heart?”

Just the way he said sweet heart sent shivers down your spine. It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d said it, no way. He probably called every female he met sweet heart, so you tried not to let it affect you too much.

“Mm, something like that…” You contemplated telling a complete stranger about your cliche blind date with the most boring man on Earth, but decided it would make you sound like the most stuck up bitch in the universe. Laughing, Jimin looked up at you under his lashes.

“Let me guess…he’s tall, good looking, but the most boring sack of shit you’ve ever seen in your life? Doesn’t know how to have a good party? Takes everything too seriously?”

Your eyes met his in a daze, and you seriously thought he could read your mind. He’d guessed everything after a simple glance. No way, no way.

“How did you know?”

“Sniper’s intuition.” He grinned back, looking towards the dimly lit bar in front of the two of you. Only a few people stood around, playing pool. Others danced hazily to the background music that was deeply fading because of how loud the voices were.

“Is that even real?” You accused with a deep laugh, swiping your tongue against your bottom lip. Now you could definitely understand why the word sweet heart sounded like an everyday name to him. You flicked hair out of your face, flashing him a grin.

“No, I just made it up to hear your laugh. It’s exactly how I thought it would sound.”

“Oh, and how’s that?” You challenged, with a hint of determination flitting your tongue. Just the way his eyes darkened, you knew you were in for a ride.


“You should ask for people’s names before getting straight to the hand holding, you know.” You teased him, lazily dropping your chin into your hand. He mimicked you, playing with a strand of your hair nonchalantly.

“It’s a pleasure, but if I tell you my name I’ll have to kill you after.”

“Didn’t I hear that man over there say it? What was it, Jiman? Jimin?” You feigned innocence, pretending to pronounce his name wrong. All it did was make him smile brighter.

“Nice try, sweet heart. Don’t pretend you didn’t remember my name right when he spoke it. Will you tell me you’re name?”

You did. You told him your name, and he raised a brow.

“A beautiful name to match a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, stop. The cliche’s are getting a little out of hand now.” You had to admit, it was a charm you were beginning to fall for.

“You’d be wishing I was only full of cliche’s after figure out my actual occupation.” He turned away from you, hopping off of his seat. For a moment your heart left your chest, and you were afraid he was going to leave, but he didn’t. He turned your stool around to face him, before spreading both of your legs and stepping between them. For some reason you didn’t stop him once both warm hands were placed on your knee caps. Jimin leaned in close to your ear, his breath tickling the lobe.

“What do you do?” You breathed, placing a hand firmly on his chest. Even through the simple t-shirt, you could feel the tight pecs.

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?” He murmured back, and for a moment it felt as if his lips grazed just beside your ear, but you couldn’t be sure if it was an accident or totally not. In frustration, you decided it was purely an accident he wouldn’t admit too. Jimin pulled away, backing up slightly. This time, you could tell he had the intention of leaving.

“Wait!” You called after him. He paused, a sly smirk resting on his beautiful lips.

“I want to see you again.” You hoped he would give you his number, or perhaps promise to meet you again soon in a different setting, a nicer, less sexual time where both of you weren’t slightly buzzed and teasing.

“You don’t,” he said firmly, narrowing his eyes. You came toward him once more, walking with him as he moved backwards. You held onto both of his shoulders to swerve around drunk people swaying to crusty music.

“Don’t tell me what I want,” you shot back, and he pushed you against the bar counter.

“You don’t know anything about me, and you don’t want too, trust me. I’m not the kind of guy ready to hand out numbers no matter how killer a girls rack is. Your rack is pretty killer, if I do say so myself. Still, getting involved with me is dangerous.”

Dangerous…The word flew through your mind in hundreds of different ways. He was definitely not the kind of guy your mom would approve of, no way. He was exactly what you were looking for.

“Come on, Jimin.” You purred, trying to keep from hyperventilating at the utter nearness. He watched you with curiosity as you placed a hand on his chin, cupping it. “Am I really not that interesting to you? Do you seriously never want to see me again?”

You were trying too hard, you knew. There was no denying cold hard facts. Jimin’s face grew the all to familiar grin, even after barely knowing him over an hour. He shyly looked into your eyes, placing his large fingers around your wrist to get your hand off of his chin. Once finished with that, his hand cupped your chin, except much harder than you ever anticipated.

“I kill people,” he murmured delicately, biting his bottom lip. A shrill of panic ran through you, and Jimin seemed to note it by the way his eyes flickered. The expression on his face told you for some reason he was sad, and you ignored the jarring pain aching along your jaw.

Your fingers tangled in his shirt, and you stared at him as seriously as you could with squished fish lips.

“I trust that you won’t kill me.” You answered firmly, waiting for Jimin’s reply. His eyes watched your intently for a moment, before he dropped his hand and backed away. Jimin began to laugh, holding both hands up in defeat. The laugh was obviously forced, but you could also tell he sounded relieved.

“You’re quite the interesting girl, huh?” He pulled his phone from his pocket, handing it to you. You put your number in quickly, writing your name into the top. After pressing enter, you pulled free your phone, but Jimin was walking away.

“Jimin!” You called again. Without turning around, he waved.

“I’ll call you when I need too. It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

It had been weeks since your encounter with Jimin, and not once had he even texted you. It was a shame, especially since you were hoping with all your might he’d gained a speck of interest in you. Still, you had to move on with your life.

It was 3 AM when your eyes snapped open from the loud ringing of your phone. Nothing more than irritation rattled at your bones, causing you to lean over to your night stand and grab for it. Your eyes burned at the sudden brightness your phone directed quite rudely into your face. The number read unknown, and you, for some reason, still answered.

“Mm, hello?” Your groggy, hoarse voice mumbled into the phone. A throaty chuckle alarmed you, sending you shooting up into a sitting position.

“Sleeping already?” Jimin’s voice shot through the receiving side of the phone, and you didn’t feel any sort of happiness.

“First of all, it’s 3 AM and what the fuck?” You snapped, turning on the nearest lamp. You made a mental note to save the number into your phone, despite overflowing in anger.

“Miss me? Are you at home?”

“Obviously, where else do I sleep? No, where else do you sleep?”

“Confidential, sorry.” You could tell he was grinning, but you didn’t care.

“You haven’t called me for weeks, you asshole. You could’ve at least called at a reasonable hour, I have work tomorrow!” You pulled the phone away from your ear, pressing the red button and hanging up. Settling back into bed, you shove your blankets over your head in frustration. There was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep after being awoken by that jerk. He definitely had no interest in you, so there was no point wasting your time with him.

Your phone rang again, and once spotting it was still the unknown number, you didn’t answer it. Although your finger was hesitating on the button…you could just answer and tell him off again…

No! You picked up your phone and turned it off altogether. Jimin could sweat it out. He had no idea how to properly treat a love interest, so you wouldn’t treat him well, either.

You left your dim room and went to the kitchen, angrily flicking on the electric tea kettle. Water began to boil up quickly, and you couldn’t get the image of Jimin grinning at you to leave your mind. Leaving your completely boiled water, you went back to your bed and turned your phone on once more. Right as you did that, you noticed you had another incoming call from Jimin.

Answering, you held the phone to your ear once more. “Stop calling, it’s obvious you’re not interested in anything besides my boobs!” You snapped, about to hang up, but Jimin’s voice forced you to stop yourself.

“Hold on, wait!” He shouted into the phone. “What’s your address, I’ll make it up to you.”

Instinctively, you looked down at yourself. The clothes you bore were simply a pale blue pair of pajama bottom’s, and a white tank top stained with coffee. You were not at all prepared for someone like him to come over and see the mess that was you.

“I’m not telling you my address.”

“I have a friend who knows how to track, sweet heart.” Jimin chuckled into the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.”

“Jimin!” You groaned, but he’d already hung up. Your apartment was cleaned enough, but you were a mess. You went to your room, flinging off your pajama’s and putting on something a little more appropriate for him. Although it was still definitely not your best idea of a first date look, you weren’t willing to put anything besides a sweater and some leggings on.

A wrap on your door brought you back to your senses, and you went over to answer it. The look Jimin shot you made you believe he was trying his hardest not to laugh at the way you looked.

“Cute,” he commented sweetly. You balled your hand up into a fist, until realizing he was covered in red splotches.

“Oh my god, Jimin.” You gasped. “You’re covered in blood!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled innocently. “Most of it’s not mine. I had to do some dirty work for Joonie today. I seriously thought I was about to die. When I didn’t, I called you. For some reason after that, I wanted to…hear your voice…I guess?”

You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, taking in the smell of stale blood wafting from him. How could Jimin come here looking like that? His expression dropped to his clothes, before looking up at you with an expression of disdain.

“I told you,” he murmured quietly. “I already told you what I do for work…”

“How could you come here looking like that?” You accused, holding out a hand when he attempted to near you. You noticed the way one of his jacket pocket’s weighed down more than the other. Possibly a gun?

“I told you, I only thought of you after thinking I was going to die! I didn’t just want to end where we left off like that.”

You were quiet for a moment, startled at the way he seemed to be speaking entirely different. You had told him you trusted him, but it wasn’t about that. Seeing him like this, a bloody, bruised mess, made you scared. The way he spoke of thinking he was going to die scared you even more. You neared him, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.

“Take off your shirt…I have a first aid kit in the bathroom. Come on.”

“I thought you were scared.” He was pouting, looking like a little kid. You brushed hair away from his forehead, finding a cut on him that was one of the main sources of blood all over his face.

“Not scared, utterly disgusted. I’m not someone who needs to be killed by what…the fucking mafia? I don’t do drugs, or murder people.”

His voice grew quiet, and Jimin took hold of both of your wrists. “That’s why I didn’t want to get involved with you.”

“Because I’m too innocent for you?” You shot back, sitting him down in your dining room. He looked up at you, and shook his head.

“You’re too good, I mean. A good girl, with a pretty nice apartment. You’ve got an easy going life that would just be weighed down by me if anyone found out we were together.”

“That’s not really for you to decide, is it?” You murmured, a slight smile forming against your lips. His eyes flashed darkly towards yours.

“Be right back,” you motioned for him to wait, before disappearing into the bathroom. You dampened a wash cloth to get rid of any blood, before grabbing your first aid kit and bringing it out. Upon return, you noticed Jimin’s discarded bloody shirt on your table, and him pouring the now boiled water into two cups with teabags in them. His back profile was covered in bruises, and plenty of scars. He turned around after placing the electric kettle down, and could barely look you in the eye. That definitely was not the Jimin you had met all those weeks ago.

“We got a new kid the other week, so I’ve been busy. He’s got to learn the basics somehow, we’re just trying to figure out what his specialty is. Seems like he’s good at it all.” He shrugged, slumping over in the chair and staring at your feet.

“You work for a company of…assassins?”

“Mm, no. A gang. BTS.”

“Never heard of them,” you deadpanned, causing him to laugh.

“It’s because you’re a good girl.”

You picked up his face with both hands, forcing him to watch as you patched him up. “Keep your head up, would you? God, if you went over to an actual good girl’s house she would’ve called the cops on your ass by now.”

“I know, which is why I’m waiting for them to show up.” He responded in a serious voice, making you pinch his cheek.

“I didn’t call the cops. You think I can’t handle myself?” You snort, beginning to wipe blood from the places that weren’t injured. His eyes closed, and he leaned into the warmth.

“It’s not that…I just definitely thought you’d call the cops to get me to leave you alone. I was afraid you would tell me you never wanted to see me again.”

“You, afraid?” You laughed over exaggeratedly, gaining a glare from him. It wasn’t long before he was smiling, too, until you ended up pressing your thumb against the cut on his forehead.

“Ow, shit…”

“Oh, sorry, sorry! Who did this to you? Wait, let me guess, confidential?”

“The new kid. He didn’t know when to stop, and some of the other guys had to haul his ass off me before he finally understood I was about to get killed. That kid’s a fucking machine.”

“Are you sure you’re not just old?” You grinned, and he shook his head.

“No way in hell. I’m 20.”

“No way,” you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. His eyes shot open, before he grinned.

“How old are you?”

“22…” You breathed, earning a laugh from him. You could’ve sworn he was at least 25, but in truth he was younger than you. 

“No big deal, right? It’s only 2 years, noona.”

“If you call me that I’ll cut your face off.” You warned, cupping his chin so tightly you were sure his jaw would snap off. Jimin held up both hands in defeat, flinching in pain. You let go of him after spotting the cut on his neck.

“God, don’t ever look at that kid again…” You groaned, wiping the rest of the blood away from his chest. Jimin’s hands held your hips to keep himself steady, and his face twisted in pain after you began patting a cotton swab with disinfectant against his forehead.

“Can I come here whenever I need Hello Kitty band-aids all over me?”

“If you come here again without getting my consent I’ll kick you out the window.” You didn’t mean it, you really seemed to be enjoying Jimin’s company. Despite being vaguely aware he’s in a gang, you still wanted to be the one to see him at his worst, so you could clean him up and bring him back to looking pretty.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he winked, hands tightening when you went to his neck to disinfect it.

“Stop moving,” you ordered every time he flinched. “You’re weak as hell.”

“Weak as hell? I’ll have you know I’m one of the deadliest shot’s out of every gang I’ve ever encountered.”

“Oh, congratulations,” you slapped a hand on his back, earning a groan. “You can shoot a gun at a far away distance, really, congratulations!”

“You’re going to regret that,” he growled, standing up. For a moment, he placed a hand against his head and blinked his eyes heavily. Jimin teetered to the left, and then backwards.

“Jimin-” You gasped, wrapping your arms around him. The both of you hit the ground with a thud, and Jimin groaned. Both of your hands were being crushed by his weight and yours together, but you had to make sure he was alright first.

“Jimin, Jimin get up. Jimin, please… I’ll have to call an ambu-”

“Do not!” He snapped, sitting up. Jimin unlatched both hands from around him, and you acted as though nothing was wrong. In reality, both of your hands burned and ached, and you couldn’t move your baby finger without wanting to cry. You shook them out in front of you, but nothing happened besides more pain.

“I’ll go to jail if I go to the hospital, so don’t ever call any sort of that shit, even if I’m this fucking close to dying.”

You sighed, shakily getting up to your feet and holding out a hand. He took it, slowly getting up and crumbling back into the chair.

“Jimin…” You ignored the pain in your hands, placing one against his cheek. “Take a fucking chill pill. I have Advil, but I doubt that’ll get rid of anything besides a headache and maybe dizziness. Want some?”

“Mm,” he responded in a sheepish voice, and you collected the warm tea and two pills. Jimin downed them dry, only leisurely taking a swig of tea minutes later. You finished patching him up, helping him into a standing position and bringing him to your sofa. After Jimin laid himself down in it, you knelt onto the floor beside him.

“Stay here tonight, okay? I’ll make breakfast tomorrow, and - what?” He was giving you a look that read he was displeased with something, but you honestly couldn’t tell at all. Jimin shook his head quickly.

“I’m just embarrassed you have to see me like this. Shit, there goes my tough guy facade.”

You rolled your eyes, beginning to blink heavier in tiredness. “I like being able to see this part of you, even though it’s morbid… I want to see all the sides of you. Will you let me?”

“Only if you sleep here with me.” His eyes closed, and all you felt was him pulling you against his body. Jimin allowed you to lay your head down on his arm, as you both peacefully drifted off into a deep sleep.

the-weerdo  asked:

my fave way to quiet suicidal thoughts is to respond to them with compassion! when you have them, say out loud to yourself, "thank you for the suggestion. i know youre trying to end this pain as fast as you can, but im actually going to be okay. i'm going to try some other ways to feel better instead now." no matter how hard the suicidal voices fight, only speak back with compassion! it takes all the power out of them.

Oh woah I absolutely love this. I never thought of it like this, but I’ve been trying it for a few minutes now and it already makes me feel way more calm and less helpless. Thank you so much, I will definitely continue using it! <3

anonymous asked:

Zelda ask Link about first kiss he has had one shes never had one shes troubled


It happened while they crossed Castle Town on their way to Hyrule Field. In the midst of her people bowing and greeting her, something caught her eye — a couple, around the same age as Link and herself. The bashful smiles they wore spoke volumes of their adoration and love for each other. Zelda was entranced, and didn’t stop watching even when the boy leaned down to kiss the girl fully on her mouth. Zelda’s pleasant expression faltered as she saw, wonder rising up in its place. Link noticed, as always.

“Princess.” He urged with no real force.

“Y-yes, sorry. Let’s be off, then.” She turned to give a smile to her knight, but before she walked away she took one last glance to the couple, eyes shining with curiosity.

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The Prize, Ch. 8

Summary: AU Tom, set in early 19th c. London.  Madeleine and Tom have known each other since they were teenagers (her brother is married to his sister). Can they overcome their fears and choose each other?  

Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama (Written as an experiment in the heaving bosom/bodice ripper vein)

Rating: T (non-explicit sexuality/mild violence in later chapters)

Author’s Notes: Friendly reminder that I am not a “W”riter, I always feel like I can’t describe what I see, and your imagination needs to be on High right now.  Only half beta’d, all mistakes are mine. I promised I would post it before I went to bed and I’m exhausted, should probably go back and edit when I have fresh eyes.  

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“Tom!” she exclaimed upon seeing him enter the library, “Come see what Fred- uh, Mr.Kingston has brought me!”

His Christian name.  

She had just caught herself using his Christian name.

And she was cradling an armful of new books.

That were from him.

Tom wanted to march over to her and tear them from her hands, throw them into the fire, wipe every trace of memory about that man from her mind.

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business meeting | alfie solomons

Ah, Alfie!!! Right, so maybe one where the reader meets Tommy and they don’t get along in the slightest. Tommy makes digs about Alfie so the reader says stuff about grace but Alfie finds the situation funny. Thank you x

ALFIE REQUEST HERE!! Can you do one where The shelbys are super bloody surprised to find out that ALFIE actually has a wife? And they found out cause she had to have a meetjngn with them because Alfie was doing business elsewhere and sent his wife cause he trusts her most to be his eyes ears and voice when it comes to business?

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Edmund x Reader : You Should Be Glad

Author’s Note: Hi, I’m back! Lol. I suck at titles but I hope you’ll still read this lmao. This is based on @ohnarnians ‘s dark edmund headcanon that I just can’t seem to get out of my head. (s/o to you for allowing me to write an imagine for this, love you!) Ignore weird mistakes and typos, enjoy! -Gaby :)

Word Count: 1,287

Setting: Modern AU

Warning: none, idk lmao

        Tearing his eyes away from the latest tattoo that was being painted on his forearm, Edmund’s dark brown eyes land on the girl sitting behind the counter, nose buried in a book. A small smile graces his lips as he studies the girl. She was the younger sister of the tattoo artist that was currently working on his tattoo. Her name was Y/N. She came to the tattoo parlor every day; she always went there after class so she could go home with her older brother.

        The phone rings, and Y/N casually picks it up, her eyes never leaving the page.

        “Hello?” her sweet voice fills the dark room. She smiles lightly, and Edmund admires the way her face lights up. “Just a minute,” she says, before putting the phone away from her ear.

        “Hey, bro. It’s Mr. Stevens. Can you take this call?” she says, glancing at Edmund for a split-second before her eyes land on her brother’s hunched figure.

        “Uh, yeah. Can you finish this for me?” Her brother asks. Y/N puts the phone down and walks over to where Edmund and her brother were. Edmund’s heart beat quickens; he can smell her magnolia perfume.

        “Sure,” she replies, and her brother sends her a grateful smile before standing up. She sits down opposite from Edmund, picking up the tool and gently holding his wrist. She continues her brother’s work, her eyes never leaving the artwork. Once she’s done, she admires her work and smiles.

        Y/N looks up at him, and their eyes meet.

        “It’s done.” She says, standing up.

        “Uh, t-thanks.” Edmund manages to stutter out.

        “You’re welcome, Pevensie.” She says, walking back to the counter.

        It’s been weeks, and Edmund and Y/N have been talking a lot more often. Edmund finally admits his feelings for her and Y/N feels the same. After some time, he finally asks her to be his girlfriend.

Edmund would never have thought of admitting his feelings for her, much less strike up a conversation with her; she was too sweet and innocent. He didn’t want to taint her. But he couldn’t help himself. He had to let her know how he felt. She was different from the rest; as cliché, as that is. She was headstrong, brave, kind-hearted, and selfless. She doesn’t judge people based on their looks or the things she’s heard about them. That was what Edmund admired the most about her; she treated him like he was just a normal person. Not Edmund Pevensie, notorious resident bad boy.

        Y/N, on the other hand, never thought she’d fall for the notorious bad boy that visited the tattoo parlor almost every week. She was never one for bad boys; she preferred the smart, witty, and gentlemanly kind of boys. But Edmund was both. He was smart, witty, awkward, sarcastic, and a gentleman. Edmund proved all those people wrong. He acts tough, but underneath the sarcastic comments and leather jackets, he’s a kind and caring person. Y/N couldn’t help but feel honored that she got to see the side of him only a few people saw.

        “Come with me.” he says into the phone.

        “Where are we going this time, Pevensie?” she replies, a smile gracing her features as he stares up at her dark ceiling.

        “Trust me.”

        “It’s late. My parents will kill me.”

        “They don’t have to know. Come on, I’ll bring you home before midnight.”

        Y/N sighs dramatically and Edmund grins on the other side.


        “See you outside, princess.”

        Ten minutes later, Y/N climbs down from her bedroom window, jogging quietly over to Edmund who was leaning against his motorcycle.

        “You ready?” Edmund asks her as they climb on his motorcycle and put on their helmets.

        “I’m always ready.”


         Closing his bedroom door quietly, Edmund turns around and his dark brown eyes meet Y/N’s e/c ones.

        “Ed, where were you? It’s three in the morning!” Y/N asks, frustration evident in her voice.

        “Why are you here?” Edmund asks at the same time.

        “I told my parents I was sleeping over with Lucy. Ed, you haven’t been answering my calls!” she says. Edmund steps closer to her, and the moonlight shines on his face. Y/N gasps, seeing his bruised face.

        “I can’t believe you got into another fight, Ed!” she says, turning around. She swallows the lump forming in her throat.

        “I’m sorry, it’s just—“

        “No, Edmund! Is it so hard to just walk away? I’ve been worried sick! You aren’t answering my calls, you won’t even text me to say where you were or what time you’d be home. Then you come home with a bruised face and I must clean you up and hide the bruises so your siblings won’t have to worry about you. How many more times must I have to tell you this until you finally stop?” Y/N says, running a hand through her hair.

        Edmund rolls his eyes.

        “Nobody’s forcing you to do all these things for me, Y/N! I don’t need you calling me up every hour, okay?! I can handle myself without you. Now will you please stop nagging me?!” Edmund snaps.


        Edmund realizes what he said, and he steps closer to her. He tries to say something but he can’t seem to find the right words.

        “Fine. We’re done, Edmund.” Y/N steps away from him, walking to his door.

        Edmund grabs her wrist, stopping her.

        “Wait, Y/N. Listen to me please.” He pleads. She turns around and Edmund sees the tears falling down her cheeks. He steps closer to her, cupping her cheeks, and wiping the tears away.

        “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have said those words. I didn’t mean it.” He whispers.

        “Then why did you?” Y/N says, her voice cracking.

        “I’m stupid. I push away the people that care for me the most. Don’t you see, Y/N? I don’t deserve all these people in my life; I’m such a terrible person and I don’t know why they’re still here. I don’t know why they choose to stay in my life when they can just easily walk away. I don’t deserve my siblings. I don’t deserve you.” Edmund says, his voice cracking.

        “You’re too good for me,” he adds, looking down. Y/N stays silent, and Edmund sighs. He closes his eyes.

        “I understand if you really want to break up with me. I just want you to know that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I will never forget the day you did my tattoo. I will never regret walking up to you that day, asking you what book you were reading as if I cared because it only mattered to me to be able to hear your voice. No matter what, I will always, truly, completely, love you.” His hands fall to his sides and his head drops lower. Edmund waits for the sound of the door slam, but it never comes.

        “Never knew you could be so cheesy, Pevensie.”

        His head snaps up and he looks at Y/N. She smiles at him and steps closer. She cups his face, her thumb rubbing his bruised cheekbone gently. She closes the distance between them, her soft lips brushing against his busted lip. As tough as Edmund is, whenever she’s around, he turns to mush. She’s her kryptonite, and he loves it yet he’s annoyed at the same time. His hands rest on her hips and he pulls her closer.

        They both pull away and Edmund rests his forehead against hers. He opens his eyes and stares right into Y/N’s beautiful e/c ones, getting lost in them.

        He pecks her lips softly.

        “I’m sorry.”

        She laughs.

        “You should be glad I love you, Pevensie.”

        “I am.”