why is she not in more eds

When I first met Taylor, I was in a relationship and she was in a relationship, and we just formed a friendship. And both our relationships ended and we just carried on being friends. […] you know, there’s nothing really I kind of want more than friendship there. I know her very, very well now and she knows me very, very well.
—  Ed on why he never dated Taylor from his interview with Howard Stern

There are three non-art students that Lardo lets into her studio.  

She never really invited Shitty.  He just showed up one day, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, said he was curious what she did when she wasn’t managing a team full of hooligans.  Lardo let him in.  She figured he wouldn’t stick around, or if he did, she could kick him out for trying to make suggestions, or for disrupting her carefully orchestrated mess.  It’s still surprising to her how quickly she got used to him being there.  He talked a lot, of course.  It’s Shitty.  But it was more questions than rambles.  It was him asking about her work and her techniques and about what she enjoyed about art.  It should have been annoying, someone cluttering up her space and talking while she was working.  Some days she did have to issue a gag order or threaten to kick him out if he didn’t shut up.  But nothing beat her creative block like talking with Shitty about her projects.  And she could always count on him to be with her at 3 AM the morning of a gallery showing, carefully applying glitter and sequins.

Jack she did invite.  A lot of the other guys on the team had places to go to get away from hockey, outside friends from classes and student orgs.  But as her frog year went along, she realized that Jack didn’t.  He spent his time in the Haus and in class and with the team.  She was in his room one day when she uncovered his camera, and they had a conversation about photography that led to talking about art mediums and about defining art.  Jack didn’t have a whole lot to contribute when they got more philosophical, but it put the idea in Lardo’s head to tell him to swing by her studio.  Whenever he was there, he worked quietly on his stuff while she worked on hers, and sometimes they talked, and sometimes he watched, but mostly they just enjoyed the quiet.  Lardo would introduce him to some of her friends that swung by, and most of them got a kick out of Jack Zimmermann sitting in her tiny studio.  But Lardo liked it.  And when she seriously suggested that he try out some art classes, maybe a photography class or two, he said he’d give it a shot.

Nursey came to Lardo’s studio the first time to bring her coffee on an all-night bender mid-way through second semester junior year.  She was sitting on the floor with printouts haphazardly spread out in front of her.  She was trying to work on her thesis proposal, but she mostly wanted to bang her head against the wall.  Nursey, who was always a little too nosy for his own good, glanced at her papers as Lardo venmo-ed him, and the grimace on his face made Lardo defensive.  “Dude, why aren’t you using headings?” Nursey asked.  “It’ll make it easier to organize and easier to read.”  What started as a coffee run became a three-hour editing session, which became 30 more coffee runs and a crash course in citation methods and, ultimately, a completed thesis.

Lardo let three non-art students into her studio, but Bitty never came to see her there.  Lardo knew that he had his own focusing place.  He worked in the kitchen, and when she needed him, she went to find him there.

Right to 'BARE' arms

Today in Phys ED, our principle went over the dress code and specifically talked about the girl’s clothes. When asked why she didn’t cover the male dress code, she responded with “Guys brains are always in the gutter. Trust me, I’ve been married for over 40 years. My husband’s still in the gutter. Us girls have to cover up for the boys.” I was super pissed, not only because she’s blaming us for being a distraction, but because she was dumbing guys down to be nothing more than perverted idiots with no impulse control. I can’t wear heels over 3 inches because it’ll distract guys? Fuck off.

The girls went into the gym where the guys were, and all of the guys had rolled up their sleeves to be tank tops, and rolled the stomach part up to be a crop top. They were screaming ‘AS AN AMERICAN, WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO BARE ARMS!!!’

Apparently they had overheard what we were being told.

For all of class, the guys in first period PE were rocking skin and promoting equality. It was priceless.

Drabble prompts! Send one of these and a ship :)

  1. “Oh go sit on a a cactus.”
  2. “The president needs me to do what?”
  3. “Do you even own a shirt?!”
  4. “Was I suppose to be impressed?”
  5. “How am I suppose to be calm at a time like this?”
  6. “Everything is awful and nothing matters.”
  7. “I forgot how much I hate you.”
  8. “Everyone knows the 90s were the epitome of high fashion.” 
  9. “Is that a dragon?”
  10. “Why is the bathtub full of gold fish?”
  11. “You call that a pizza?”
  12. “Stop complaining at least you only broke one leg?” “YOU BROKE MY LEG!” “I said I was sorry.”
  13. “Did you run a background check on me?”
  14. “How was I supposed to know there was someone in the trunk? I was just stealing the car not trying to kidnap you!”
  15. “Are you saying you don’t accept my rose?”
  16. “What do you mean you don’t know who Batman is?”
  17. “Are you trying to psychoanalyze me?” “Well I did take a psych class in college.”
  18. “Just go to sleep.”
  19. “You can’t sing and dance your way our of every problem, this isn’t a musical.”
  20. “If you frown any harder your face will stay like that.”
  21. “You’ve always been trouble.”
  22. “I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?”
  23. “I’d tell you to go to hell, but I never want to see you again.”
  24. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
  25. “What are you, a vampire or something?”
  26. “According to US Weekly we’re married.”
  27. “Don’t leave me alone with him, he’s got a murder-y face.”
  28. “You said you were good at baseball!”
  29. “Did you steal someone’s cat?”
  30. “I need a favor.”
  31. “Stop being such a baby.”
  32. “Who said I hate you?”
  33. “You’re not a 1920s mobster, stop acting like you are.”
  34. “Regina George would be impressed with you.”
  35. “Are you crying because we ran out of pizza?”
  36. “Wow she’s way better than you, does that make you feel bad?”
  37. “I bet you ten dollars you won’t kiss me.”
  38. “If you don’t hurry up all the good fruit will be gone.”
  39. “Since when do you have a stand at the farmers market?”
  40. “Did you actually carve that?”
  41. “I can’t get up there are three dogs on my lap.”
  42. “My dad mailed me all my old yearbooks, I never noticed that you were in ever picture with me.”
  43. “Stop playing games.”
  44. “It’s 2 AM, why are you here?”
  45. “… Where are your pants?”
  46. “Please don’t give me a ticket, my dad will kill me!”
  47. “How’d you get here so fast? Can you teleport?”
  48. “Is that my shirt?”
  49. “Are you an undercover cop or something?”
  50. “I’m not a pirate I’m a privateer.”
  51.  “Well my mom thinks I’m special.” 
  52. “I… I think I love you.”
  53. “Make that bird stop chirping, I’m trying to sleep.”
  54. “Stop running away!” “Then stop trying to protect me!”
  55. “Are you… are you growling at me?”
  56. “Look I was suppose to take my sister to the Ed Sheeran concert but she ditched me, want to go with me instead?”
  57. "You look really familiar, do I know you?” “I think we matched on Tinder a few months back.”
  58. “You brood more than Bruce Wayne.”
  59. “We’re closed.”
  60. “Shit! I forgot your birthday didn’t I?”
  61. “Just go with it.”
  62. “I need a favor, and not the sexual kind.”
  63. “Wow amazing, it’s like you’re trying to be an asshat.”
  64. “Your pickup lines weren’t cute in high school, they definitely aren’t cute now.”
  65. “Why did someone just tell me that they ship us?”
  66. “How many seasons did you watch today?”
  67. “If you make one more stupid pun, I will actually stab you.”
  68. “Never do stupid shit alone, always do it with a friend.”
  69. “Stop laughing every time the announcer says 69.”
  70. “You look good in green.”
  71. “You can’t come here and only eat the free samples.”
  72. “I’ve never lost in a bake off.”
  73. “I wrote you a song.”
  74. “It’s been 10 years how do you still look so good?”
  75. “Don’t you dare bite me, I’m mad at you!”

missteagodess  asked:

What would the 104th and the vets do in a fashion show? Would the slay that catwalk or face plant into the public 😂

Mikasa: Slays, though her walk is more military than catwalk, walks to ‘My songs know what you did in the dark’ by FOB
Reiner: Would be pretty darn good like nice, dude, walks to ‘I’m too sexy’ by Right Said Fred
Bertholdt: Would kinda mess up but look good while doing so, would walk to ‘Tainted love’ my Marilyn Manson
Annie: Would be amazing! Like wow! Would walk to ‘Blue Monday’ by The New Order
Eren: Would kinda suck but everyone would love it anyway, walks to GurenNo Yumiya by Linked Horizon
Jean: Would try too hard… would walk to ‘crazy in love’ by Beyoncé
Marco: Too cute for this shit, walks to ‘Manic Monday’ by The Bangles
Sasha: Would fuck up tbh, probably even fall, walks to ‘Happy’ by Pharell Williams
Connie: Would do pretty good, better than expected, walks to ‘Hotline Bling’ by Drake
Historia: Slays, like wow what the fuck! Walks to ‘Zombie’ by The Cranberries
Armin: Would try and do okay, but not great, walks to ‘Shape of you’ by Ed Sheeran
Ymir: Would do more entertainment than modeling, walks to ‘Call on me’ By Eric Prydz
Levi: Doesn’t try, everyone loves it, he has no clue why, walks to ‘The Greatest’ by Sia
Hanji: Is more creepy than fashionable, walks to ‘Human’ by Rag’n’Bone man
Erwin: Pretty good, yes, the peeps love it, walks to ‘Pillow Talk’ by Zayn
Nanaba: Might fall face first, walks to ‘Blank Space’ by Taylor Swift
Mike: Doesn’t do good, but it looks nice anyway, walks to ‘Starboy’ by The Weeknd
Moblit: Trips, but is professional about it, walks to ‘She Will Be Loved’ By Maroon 5

Obviously I have never seen a Fashion Show (except Victoria’s secret, because wow!)

On a cold Friday morning, more than 50 people sit in the auditorium of the Benjamin Franklin Health Science Academy in Brooklyn. Many have small children fidgeting on their laps.

The families are here for a “Know Your Rights” forum on immigration hosted by U.S. Rep. Nydia Velazquez, D-N.Y., and the local school district. Given the new, intensified immigration enforcement priorities announced by the Department of Homeland Security in February, the purpose is to help people understand their legal rights with regards to asylum, applications for citizenship and more.

A representative from Mayor Bill de Blasio’s office speaks, followed by representatives of legal-assistance and community groups. During the Q&A, one woman broke into tears as she described, in Spanish, her fears of deportation.

There are many tears these days, says the woman who initiated this event, the school’s parent coordinator, Christian Rodriguez.

“I have children crying in the classroom, crying in my office,” she says. “When I ask them, ‘Why are you crying?’ They have expressed to me that they don’t want their moms to be apprehended and taken away from them. It’s something heavy on my heart.”

Read More: 'I Have Children Crying In The Classroom’

Illustration: LA Johnson/NPR

So I had a thought.

CS Lewis said that Susan’s story “wasn’t over”.

Remember that time in Prince Caspian when Lucy had to go wake the others because she’d seen Aslan? And she was supposed to have them follow? And Ed voted for her, instead of against her like last time? And they all went, and they couldn’t see Aslan at first? Then Ed could. Then Peter could. And it took Susan the longest. But she could eventually. She apologized.

Now apply this to the train wreck scenario. Or pre-wreck, first off. Maybe life post-Narnia for the Pevensies was like this scenario.

Lucy and Edmund and Peter remember what Aslan had told them about “finding him in their world” and “learning to know him by that name”. In this scenario, it’s Lucy who gets it first. She was closest to him, anyway. Then she tells the others. Susan dismisses it as “games we played as children.” Peter says it’s best not to assume until they have more information. But Ed, remembering how Lucy has always been right about these things, especially concerning Aslan, believes her. Ed and Lucy then convince Peter.

They see Aslan again. In their world. But Susan doesn’t see him yet. And then there’s the wreck, and Susan is left behind, “no longer a friend of Narnia”.

But if we follow the trend with that scene in Prince Caspian, Susan sees Aslan eventually. That’s my main argument for why I believe “her story isn’t finished yet”. It’s just like when Lucy had to go wake the others, and only Ed believed her at first. Then Peter. And then, after awhile, after all the others, maybe after she had allowed herself a wild thread of hope… Susan believed as well, and saw Aslan.

I have no idea if this is a parallel that CS Lewis intended. But in that scene, Susan was the last to see Aslan after all the others did. That’s strikingly similar to her predicament post-wreck.

Just thoughts.

That thread started cuz one of the lovely ladies I follow on twitter expressed that though she loves her husband, that isn’t the reason why she married him. I want people to understand what that means. Marriage is a legal contract and the word “love” is no where on the document. I can love you from my apartment in Brooklyn and never have to swap rings or file joint taxes. Love doesn’t pay Con ed bills, trust me I’ve tried. Love is just the cement in the concrete of your foundation, there’s more to a marriage then something as simple as love.

June is EddEddy Appreciation Month!!

Hey all fellow, Ed-Heads!

Believe it or not we only have ten days left with Nazz. We have been learning a lot about Nazz and why she had so little screen time. I love all the insightful discussions we have been having. Keep them going for ten more days.

I am so excited to announce that June will be EddEddy Appreciation Month! This fan couple has been getting a lot of recognition lately and they need more. June is the perfect month because it is pride month.

We all have a different opinion about EddEddy, friendship or relationship. We can appreciate every side of it because no matter what their friendship is so beautiful.

Reblog this and pass along the message! I’m looking forward to June.

I just have a lot of feelings about nygmobblepot 

so, I always end up thinking of oswald’s quote from season 1: “When you know what a man loves, you know what can kill him." and how, after shooting oswald, ed is going to feel like he died that day too.

and he’s not going to know why he feels that way, he won’t understand, he’ll probably feel lost which adds to the idea of him trying to find himself and becoming the riddler, then one day it’s just going to hit him that he feels this way because he’s in love with oswald

I mean, I believe he’s been in love with oswald this whole time but he never got that moment where it really hit him (on a conscious level, perhaps on a deeper level he was somewhat aware), whereas oswald did. we saw oswald realise his feelings during the fireplace scene in 3x05 and then it was confirmed in 3x06, we haven’t had that moment with ed, but we will. I mean, this picture lends its hand to that. 

and then, because I love pain, you have ed’s quote from season 2: “for some men, love is a source of strength. but for you and I, it will always be our most crippling weakness.” but this was after he’d killed kristen and as we know any love there was obsessive and even if he genuinely did love her (which I believe he did) it was always doomed. and with isabella we the audience know that wasn’t love and even if it was, it’s different with oswald, they have a history that goes far beyond just being in love.

this just adds to this idea that ed is going to realise he’s in love with oswald and that’s why he feels so much pain. he’s going to realise that it was only his most crippling weakness because what he had with kristen and isabella wasn’t real love, but with oswald it is.

also, in terms of oswald’s mother she was only his most crippling weakness because he kept her in the dark and refused to distance himself from her to keep her safe, yes that’s partly down to love, but also partly down to arrogance and wanting more than he could have (i.e. being king of gotham and having his mother by his side). but what we’ve seen from season 3 is actually love has had some pretty positive effects on oswald,

anyway, it’s 5am and I’m not used to getting up this early so you can blame that and also @endless-nygmobblepot​ a little for this

anonymous asked:

I'm so in looooove with your Imagines ! I'd also like to request something. You're Wanda's best friend and she invites you over to the Avengers compound for the first time. So as you get there you're immediately lost but a lovely guy finds you and helps you find your way. Bucky. Since then you visit her more often and after a while you're friends with all Avengers so Wanda, Natasha and Steve decide you bring you and Buck together cause they see how you act with each other and it works ? :) THX<3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: so much fluuuuuff

A/N: hey bb! thank you so much for the compliment! also, I listened to ed sheeran at one point, which is why the story turned out the way it did lol. hope you like it love <33

                                                          *****

Wanda Maximoff:

Are you on your way yet? xo

You:

Yep, be there in 10! xo

Wanda Maximoff:

Good! Xo


You smiled and put the phone back in your pocket.

This was the first time she had invited you to the Avengers compound, despite of you knowing each other for more than two years now.

You had been excited and worried by the fact that she was an Avenger now, but she seemed happy and you knew that she could take care of yourself.

A lot of things changed though. You didn’t see each other nearly as much as you both wanted to.

That was mostly because of how busy Wanda had been these last months and you really couldn’t even be angry at her. After all, she was saving lives. 

But to make it up, she had invited you to the compound to, obviously, meet with her, but also to meet some of the other Avengers.

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Happy Birthday to French philosopher, Simone de Beauvoir! 

“Love lets us reach beyond ourselves.”

Simone de Beauvoir proposed that love is the desire to integrate with another and that it infuses our lives with meaning.  However, she was less concerned with why we love and more interested in how we can love better.  She saw that the problem with traditional romantic love is it can be so captivating that we are tempted to make it our only reason for being.  Yet, dependence on another to justify our existence easily leads to boredom and power games.  

To avoid this trap, Beauvoir advised loving authentically, which is more like a great friendship: lovers support each other in discovering themselves, reaching beyond themselves, and enriching their lives and the world, together.

From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do we love? A philosophical inquiry - Skye C. Cleary

Animation by Avi Ofer

This Must Be How It Always Is For Villains

Summary:  Fish Mooney puts Oswald and Edward in a situation where they have no choice but to talk out their shit.

Rating: Teen (Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Death, Violence…… LOOK GUYS I CAN WRITE A FIC WITHOUT SMUT!)

Note: This is my birthday gift to the lovely and talented @endless-nygmobblepot 

Ella, I love you and I hope you like what I wrote for you. It’s been a pleasure getting to know you since joining this fandom. You were the first friend I made the nygmob fandom and I will always cherish that. Thank you for being a part of my life and allowing me to be a part of yours. I hope you have an amazing birthday and, even though this fic is heavy on the angst, I still hope it brings a smile to your face.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

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“Momma’s gonna make it all better,” Fish Mooney speaks, caressing her gloved hand gently over the pale freckled cheek of Oswald Cobblepot.

They stand in an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by several of their goons. Some of them from the Penguin’s growing army of Indian Hill freaks.

“I’ve asked you to stop doing that,” Oswald complains, jumping slightly in Mrs. Mooney’s face with his hands closed tightly into fists.

“Well, a mother can’t help it when her boy’s been scorned.” She brushes her hand across his face again. “She needs to make sure that the world can’t hurt him.”

Oswald strikes her hand away. “You’re not my mother!”

“Boy!” She grinds her teeth and steps even closer, pointing in Oswald’s face. “You get that one for free,” she snarls, slowly stepping back to put space between them. If he insults her gratitude once more, she’ll make sure he’ll leave with a double limp. She doesn’t want to hurt him, this isn’t the reason why they’ve gathered in this building, but she will if he isn’t more respectful. “And I am your mother,” she fiercely adds. “I’m the one that made you what you are—” she crosses her arms, shifting her weight to the left— “and you’re the one that came to me for help like a good son would.”

Oswald fumes, breathing heavily through flared nostrils. He hates to admit that she’s unquestionably right and can’t bring himself to quarrel with the truth.

“Now, let me help you like you asked.”  She shifts to the tall, bald, dark-skinned man clad in black leather standing to the right of her. “Bring him in,” she orders with a snap of her fingers.

Oswald winced, eyes broadening. “You got him?”, he asked, slightly alarmed. He almost didn’t think things would go according to the plan. He almost didn’t think Fish had the intelligence to outsmart the man that now calls himself the Riddler.

“As if it would be difficult?”, she directly responds, throwing her head back with a guffaw. “Baby, you’ve still got a lot to learn.” She circled her eyes in a nonchalant manner. “You should let me teach you.”

“No fucking thanks.”

“Suit yourself.”

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About Isabella’s last name...

Remember that awkward moment in 3x08 when Ed saw Kringle’s vision in the mirror? Well the most interesting thing was those pills in Isabella’s mirror when Ed opened it. We can see her full name on them, I believe it’s ISABELLA FLINT or something what starts with “FL”, maybe FLYNN or whatever. But what is more intersting it’s a pills themselves. I can’t read a title but I know that she is definetely nuts right? I doubt that sane person will keep something like probably-prescribed-by-a-psychologist-pills on his/her locker. 

But I suppose it doesn’t matter now when she is dead. 

But still the main question is. Why. Ed. Didn’t. Attach. His. Attention? He’s acting like a goddamn Sherlock Holmes when he wants to. But what’s wrong with him in all that Isabella-Kringle crap? He knew her only for a week right? And didnt’t even investigate something about her past?  The point is that relationship between Ed and Isabella is far more sick than Penguin’s obsession with Ed.

Well in that case Penguin did him a favor. I mean romance with that woman never could end well. 

anonymous asked:

What's your dream return???????????

Hold on to your hats guys, it’s gonna be a wild one.

So.

First ep of season 14.

It starts with an Arizona voiceover, like Izzie’s one about how you never know the most important days of your life until you’re right in the middle of them. Something about how you dream and imagine and pray for something to happen but you know that it never possibly can. Until it does and then you can’t quite believe it’s real.

It’s about 2 weeks after the finale ep, Arizona is rushing through the hospital with an emergent kid, trying to get to an OR asap. She screams at someone to page ortho, and then disappears through the doors.

We see Eliza rush through, saying somebody paged for ortho and she’s available. Arizona looks up at her, confused, not having seen or spoken to her since the night of the explosion. Then, seconds later, Callie comes though. Her hair up in her red scrub cap and hands out in front of her, a nurse tying her gown.

Her eyes catch with Arizona’s. Both of them frozen, staring at each other.

Callie then quickly turns to Eliza, clearing her throat and informing her that as chief of ortho, she’d be taking this case. And that, despite her appeal against her dismissal, she is still on suspension and Chief Bailey is waiting for her in her office.

Without looking at anyone else in the room, Callie then asks about the case and quickly sets to work.

We all think, oh wow, here it is. We think Arizona’s gonna ask what on earth is going on, why the hell is she back? Is she home for good? Where’s Sofia?

But instead we just see Arizona completely confused. And then… boom.

Flashbacks.

All these scenes we didn’t see from their time together, scenes from the early days and then scenes from post Sofia, how Arizona dealt with the guilt, how she overcame Mark issues. Post plane crash, how her ptsd challenged them, how they overcame it. Scenes from after they divorced, how it broke them both and how it still hurts them. Snippets of Arizona with other women and with Eliza, Callie in New York and what drove her to come home.

All these pivotal moments that have lead them to be exactly where they are right now.

The episode would end on the Arizona style scene from s12, Callie watching in the hallway as Eliza runs up to Arizona, slipping her hand into the blondes. We see Callie turn and walk away as the other two talk and we know exactly why she’s back. Happier by Ed Sheehan is playing over the scene. And then we see Arizona drop Eliza’s hand, tilting her head slightly as she looks at her and gives a tiny shrug. It ends on Arizona walking off, Eliza watching her go.

After this ep, we see them slowly build up this really strong, beautiful friendship. A foundation they never had before. They become each others person, somewhere along the way.

Until one day Arizona is talking about dates and how she’s finally going on one that might be more than about sex. Finally, finally. But she’s only enthusiastic about it in front of Calle and we see her jibbering to April about how she very much does not want to go.

Callie can’t handle it. She doesn’t want Arizona to date anyone except her. Doesn’t want her to have dates that aren’t about sex with anyone but her. Doesn’t want her to have sex with anyone but her, either. Because wow, she has really struggled to keep her hands to herself recently.

So she turns up at the place Arizona is on a date and she just blurts it all out and it’s just a complete repeat of the bar scene back in season 5 and Arizona is just… she’s so hopelessly in love with her that all she can do is laugh.

A Perfectly Ordinary Visit

I once again bring another FMA fic!! This one was really personal to me, and I put so much thought and effort into it. I hope you all enjoy, it really means a lot!! 

Ships included: Royai and Edwin (Takes place after the Promised Day and Ed and Winry’s wedding)

It was safe to say that the years following the Promised Day were going surprisingly well. That is, until the brilliant idea to take a long awaited visit to the Elric-Rockbell’s house came into play. Roy wouldn’t have minded a bit of catching up, in fact, he was almost looking forward to seeing how everyone was holding up. No, the problem wasn’t the visit itself, it was what events would inevitably occur, especially after the occurrences in the office over time.

Roy and Riza, after much badgering by their team, were finally a public couple. It felt strange to be so open with their feelings, with everyone knowing the truth, but it just felt right. Roy knew they had been suspected from the beginning, and his offhanded comments regarding their relationship hadn’t helped. He could vividly remember the day Havoc approached him during a stressful work day, when he hadn’t thought once over his replies.

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Edmund x Reader : "What does he have that I don't?"

Author’s Note: HIIIIII. Another imagine whoop i hope this makes up for the last two shitty ones I wrote haha. I’m quite proud of this one and I worked hard on it so yeah. Anyways, ignore weird weird mistakes and typos. Enjoy! -Gaby :)

Setting: Modern AU
Word Count: 1,175
Warning: aNGST and like, two swear words, I think.

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“Hi.” A pair of hands cover Y/N’s eyes, making her roll her eyes yet laugh at the same time.

“Eddddd.” She whines, as said person removes his hands from her eyes. She turns around to look at him, grinning widely as he smiles back at her.

“What’s up?” Edmund asks Y/N, walking around the bench she was currently sitting on to sit beside her. He leans over to see Y/N texting an unknown number. She shields her phone from his view, smirking.

“Who’s that?”

“No one.”

“Really? Can I meet no one, then?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny, Ed.”

Her phone makes a ding sound, and she breaks her gaze from Ed to unlock her phone. Her face lights up and her fingers start typing back a reply. Edmund’s smile falters; who could she be talking to? Why does that person seem more important than him, Y/N’s very own best friend? Oh no, could it be another guy?

Y/N hits send, locking her phone and dropping it in her lap. She turns to look at Ed, who looks a bit down. She frowns.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Edmund looks up at her, shaking his head as he quickly plasters a fake smile on his face.

“Want to tell me who it is you’re texting, now?” He asks, smiling. You see, Edmund had gotten very good at this; faking his smile. Hiding his true feelings.

Y/N blushes a deep shade of red, and Edmund knows right away that it’s another guy. He clenches and unclenches his fist, maintaining the fake smile on his face.

“It’s Harry.”

“From Music class?”

Y/N nods, smiling. Edmund stays silent, still smiling at her and she takes that as her cue to continue, even though Edmund wants anything but her elaborating her relationship with Harry.

“He, uh. He asked me out on a date this Friday, and to the dance next week.” She bites her lip, looking at Edmund. His smile disappears, and he frowns. Y/N frowns too.

“What’s wrong?”

“We have plans this Friday, remember? It’s movie night with me and my siblings. And I thought we were already going together for the dance?”

Y/N inhales sharply, wringing her hands.

“Uh, yeah, um. I think I’ll pass this Friday. And we’ve never went to the dance together before so it won’t be any different than last year and the years before that.”

“But you never miss movie night!” Edmund says, his voice growing a bit louder.

“But—”

“And we’ve talked about going together for months, and now you want to bail on me?” Edmund says, standing up. His emotions got the best of him; it never happened. Until now, of course.

“I’ve liked Harry since last year and you know that! I don’t know why this is all such a big deal for you!” Y/N stands up as well, raising her voice.

In his anger and frustration, Edmund hits the tree behind the bench they were sitting on, and growls. Y/N jumps back slightly, shocked at his actions. He runs a hand through his hair. He could feel this burning sensation in his chest, something that only happened when he was deeply hurt or affected by the situation. His breathing becomes ragged, and he can feel all the words he’s been wanting to say since forever at the tip of his tongue, begging to be said.

“Dammit, Y/N! You don’t know, do you? You can’t fucking see it, can you? You know why this is such a big deal for me? It’s because I love you! I’ve loved you for so long but you can’t seem to see that! I don’t when, or how, or why, but at some point in my life, I woke up, and realized that I loved you. I fell for you, hard. It hurt watching you with all those other guys. It hurt watching you cry your heart out for guys that didn’t deserve your heart, your love, and your tears. It hurt watching you look at yourself in the mirror, wondering what was wrong with you when in fact, nothing was and nothing is because you’re perfect with all your flaws and imperfections. But most of all, it hurt because I was your best friend and that’s all I could ever be. I was never an option to begin with. Tell me, Y/N. What is it about all those other guys that you keep falling for guys like them and not for guys like me? What did Harry do to make you like him? What does he have that I don’t? Please tell me, because it is driving me insane. Please…” Edmund says, whispering the last part. He had tears in his eyes, and he was trying so hard to hold it in because he didn’t want her to see him cry. He knew that she didn’t like it when she made people cry.

Y/N just stared at him, shocked at his sudden confession. She had tears in her eyes too.

Edmund took her silence as rejection.

He wipes the tears away, chuckling bitterly.

“You know what? I know exactly what Harry has that I don’t. He has your heart.” Edmund says, and gathers his things on the bench.

“I-I…Ed. Wait, I. Edmund, I..uh,” Y/N stutters, not being able to get a proper sentence out. Edmund looks at her for a second before shaking his head sadly.

She steps closer to him, and he moves three steps back, moving farther from her.

“Good bye, Y/N. Good luck with Harry. I hope you end up with him.” He says sincerely, and turns on his heel, walking farther and farther away from his best friend and the girl he loves the most.

She bites her lower lip, trying to hold back the sobs, but she can’t. She sits back down on the bench, defeated. She covers her face in her hands, crying. You see, after Edmund’s confession, it’s then that she realizes that she loves him, too. All those feelings she had for Edmund were always pushed to the side since she didn’t know they were actually feelings for him and she always convinced herself that they weren’t for Edmund and that he didn’t feel the same way. Seeing Edmund walk away from her hurt so much, but what hurt more was his good bye. Edmund never said good bye since it made things seem final, so he always said ‘see you later’ or ‘until next time.’ It hurt when he bid her good bye and even wished her luck with her relationship with Harry with sincerity in his voice. Y/N would’ve preferred it if his tone was harsh and bitter, but even after all that pain and rejection, he was still kind and sincere.

Y/N turns to look to the side where Edmund was, and she could still see the outline of his figure walking down the street, before disappearing round the corner. She sighs, hastily wiping the tears away.

Great job, Y/N. You lost the one person that cared for and loved you the most.