ahh i hope this is okay!!

i love edwin

I wrote another song about Ed and Winry! I’ve actually had this one half-finished for months and just recently decided to finish. 
I hope you enjoy it if you give it a listen! <3

It’s been too many nights
since I’ve slept easily.
I can see you’re weary
from waiting up for me.

And so we close our eyes
tonight. The war is over.
This time I’m not letting go.
We’ve finally made it home.  

Thank you for holding on
to the time I thought we’d lost.
Footsteps in the dust.
And the blades turn to rust.
At last I found
we’re safe and sound.

Our history is written in the everlasting moon.
I’ve always known to find myself in you.
I’m home, I’m home, I’m home at last.
Walk through the door with sacred steps
you built me.
Now we’re free.

Thank you for holding on
to the time I thought we’d lost.
Footsteps in the dust.
And the blades turn to rust.
At last I found
we’re safe and sound.

I set fire to the past as you wept.
Children who grew up too fast
are now left
with new dreams in a better place,
A smile on your tired face,
remnants of a boy I knew,
a kinder world inside of you.

Thank you for holding on
to the time I thought we’d lost.
Footsteps in the dust.
And the blades turn to rust.
At last I found
we’re safe and sound.

Sleeping Better - Jughead Jones

AHH okay could you do an imagine where the reader hasn’t been getting much sleep recently due to nightmares about the whole jason blossom situation and one day she calls her best friend jughead over to study with her but later falls asleep on him only to wake up hours later and find him asleep cuddled up against her and just AGGGh fluff

Originally posted by juptern

(I changed it a bit….I hope you don’t mind…sorry that it’s so short, but I made it as fluffy)

You woke with a jolt, sitting straight up in bed. You felt your heart beating fast in your chest and you looked around your room, struggling to calm down. You turned and saw the clock on your nightstand read 3am. You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose to relieve the pressure. Ever since the summer, sleep didn’t come easy to you. When you were lucky enough to fall asleep at a reasonable hour, your dreams tormented you with images of a murder. A faceless and deadly, the murder would chase you around your childhood home of Riverdale. Most of the time, you were spared from your nightmares because sleep would evade you.

Tonight was no different; you were brutally awoken due to a nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep. You reached for your phone on your nightstand, turning it on and squinting at the brightness. You opened your messages and texted the only person you trusted.

You : Jughead? Are you awake?
Jughead : Always, what’s up?
You : Can you come over, please?
Jughead : Be there in ten.

You smiled at your phone screen. Jughead had been your rock for the past few years. Especially now with the the Jason Blossom case up in the air. You helped him out with his novel a lot, which could be attributing to your lack of sleep; but that didn’t matter, because you just wanted to spend time with him. Time spent with Jughead Jones made the world seem a little less crazy.

You crept down stairs to wait for Jughead to arrive and found yourself seated on the couch under a cozy blanket. You didn’t dare turn on any electronics in the fear of waking your family members up, so you sat quietly until you heard a series of three knocks on the door. You carefully unlatched the door and opened it, revealing a very tired looking Jughead. He walked inside, sliding off his shoes as you closed the door. You turned and suppressed a laugh at the sight; Jughead was wearing a grossly oversized sweater and fleece pajama bottoms, complete with brightly striped socks. “I could just leave,” he whispered but your shook your head fiercely. “I can’t sleep, I had another nightmare.” Jughead’s face fell at your words and so did yours. You told him about your nightmares during the first week of school. He offered to stop talking about the murder with you, but you weren’t going to let your fears get in the way of helping him with his novel. One night, while you were studying for a big test, your sleep-deprived self fell asleep leaning against Jughead. Instead of leaving, he stayed with you as you slept, hoping that his presence would keep the nightmares at bay; and it worked. Since then, Jughead offered to come over whenever you couldn’t sleep, but you being you, you never took him up on his offer. Until now of course.

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anonymous asked:

That little fic you wrote was so good. Have more confidence in your ability to write because you can xx Could you write a little fic about them cooking something together, and Aaron being basically useless so Robert relegates him to being the stirrer and washer upper :)

without breaking eggs

“No, Aaron! Fold it in!”

“I am folding!”

“No you’re stirring, there is a difference! Stop being so inept!”

“Don’t be a dick, Rob.”

Robert’s not quite sure how they got here; their lives used to be full of angry sex in high class hotels, biting words and glares from across the crowded pub. But here they are now.

It’s early Sunday afternoon, Aaron’s hair is still sleep soft, curls almost wrapping around his forehead, the creases from his pillow still faint on the side of his cheek. Neither have bothered to change out of their pyjamas, Liv at a sleepover with Gabby, so theres no one here to judge Robert for wearing Aaron’s hoodie when his husband is right next to him, he isn’t a “soppy bastard”, no matter what Liv says. 

It’s dim outside, grey clouds are covering probably the entirety of Yorkshire, a perfect excuse to stay inside and do nothing.

Aaron’s idea of doing nothing is having sex on the sofa, and then in the bath and then maybe again in their actual bed, then watching ‘Top Gear’ reruns until nightfall and falling asleep on the sofa.

Robert’s idea is to make a soufflé. Of course it is.

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debrenner  asked:

Can you pls pls pretty pls share with us your favorites yoonseok fanfics?! (I don't even know if u already did it but I would love to know!) :) pls

(wheezes) i’m probably the worst person to ask this tbh because i Never save fics. I regret it sometimes but I think it’s mostly because I mostly really read from a select few writers? >.<’ 
I do have some off the top of my mind, though. I’m horrible at these. ;-;

ETA: 7:35AM EST : fluff always manages to make my heart clench ahhh, though i haven’t read the second part yet?? i’m the worst. 

one nocturnal son of a gun : everyone knows about it, everyone loves it. i love robin’s writing so much i could just -kicks a barrel- she fills my soul tbh. i have no words. ;-;

and the thrill of the chase (moves in mysterious ways) : I think most yoonseok fans have read this, and know about this writer, but fuckit. it’s still my ALL TIME fave fic even though it’s unfinished (indefinitely probably). and inkingbrushes is one of my fave writers for the entire fandom so i just.. i re-read this fic all the time. ;-; and cry.

we write sins (not tragedies) : definitely one of my all time fave reads ! another late night, but not because it’s long, just because it was already 2am when i started it & couldn’t stop. I want more tbh- yoonseok banter is always a good thing. xD

this feeling (this everglow), : let me just go ahead and rec all of this inkingbrushes fics because i’m a garbage dump. this fic made me cry.. but like in a good away @2:34 am on a tuesday morning after staying up all night to read it, you know?

o sweet spontaneous : you know when you read something you didn’t know you wanted?? this is that for me asdfghjkl i’m singing at the top of my lungs!!! this fic is actually the one (1) i have bookmarked so i always go back to it. it’s so funny and somehow relate-able and just ahhhh, i love it to bits and pieces. again thanks robin. TTT

Conversations And Exhortations To One Min Yoongi : this was one of those fics where i was skeptical at first when i clicked it, but absolutely fell in love with it when I read the first few lines? it’s funny & cute and another one I can re-read without getting bored. 

your pain is mine as well : this is all fluff really but made me realize how deprived i am of fics that include hobi with braces? i was so giddy reading this because CUTE MAN.

The Two Billion Songs On Love - I haven’t finished this one yet, but.. insert crying meme here. I will !

그 손을 내밀어줘 - this actually isn’t a yoonseok fic mainly? they’re kids but i love their friendship and dynamic in it so I just had to include it. it’s so freaking cute another all time fave read. O:

sadly, I can’t find over half of what I wanted to because I a dummy and never save (gonna start though) but hopefully there’s at least one on here you haven’t read and you’ll like? ^^
I definitely rec all of  deuxoiseaux’s, inkingbrushes, & hobilu’s other works as well! 
i’ll add more when I see them/ i remember… D: p.s: I love your art holy shiz. o.o

blustersquall submitted:

I was inspired by Pepper and Mango to make some little birb amigurumi. I thought you might like to see? : ) (I hope that’s okay!)

Ahh those are super cute! Of course it’s ok! I’ll reblog them to birb blog too! :D 

BTS when you beg them to show you the new choreography beforehand but they can’t

Kids, thank you for celebrating Hobi’s birthday so well, I’m very proud of everyone <3 Are you hyped for the mv tomorrow? And I’ll try to reblog some pictures/videos of the concert as well tomorrow night :*

All gifs belong to their rightful creators = owners (see urls right under the gifs as always :*). Please support each other and BTS well! 

Al eonni loves all 1115 of you <3 

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Jin: [insert gif: shows you a “tiny preview”]

You: “I’m sure you just made that up. That’s not part of it, am I right?”

Jin: “Kekeke sorry~ It really isn’t~ Be patient for a bit longer, okay?~”

Originally posted by missbaptan


You: “Oppa, for real, can’t you just show me what the new choreography will look like once? I won’t tell anyone, promised~”

Yoongi: “[insert gif: starts explaining quietly, not looking into your eyes and pouting a bit so you’ll go easy on him] Ahh I know, baby, but Bighit made us promise not to show anyone so … if I make one exception now …”

Originally posted by yoongishappiness


Hoseok: [It tortures him a lot that he can’t show it to you just yet~]

You: “Oppa, what about the new choreography? You went practicing it again today, didn’t you? I know you did~”

Hoseok: “[insert gif] Ah … baby … I can show you everything, everything else~ Just not that one~ What do you want to see instead, huh? I’ll dance for you the whole night to make up for not being able to show you the new one yet~ Just tell oppa~ What do you want me to dance for you instead?”

Originally posted by kuromel

Rap Monster

You: “But you even showed me the song beforehand! Why not the choreography? It really doesn’t make sense [insert pouty you]”

Namjoon: “[insert gif: some smart ass explanation why it doesn’t make sense to only show you his part because it’s a complicated choreography that only makes sense when all seven members are involved]

Originally posted by diaprimaveral

Jimin: feat. you as Hobi

I kind of couldn’t decide at first whether Jimin would suffer from it like Hobi or whether he’d tease you, but I went with the first option~ 

You: “[pouty like Hobi] You treat me like just any other fan, you know, it’s so mean. I can start stanning another group any time and stop caring about my boyfriend’s activities and-”

Jimin: “[insert gif: backhugs you~] Don’t be stupid, _______~ If Bighit would’ve let me, you’d have been the first person I’d have shown it too, okay?”

You: “[still not satisfied]”

Jimin: “[holds you more tightly~] Don’t be sad~ You are most important to me~”

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far


You: [try aegyo just to get him to show you a bit of the new dance~]

Taehyung: “Omo! I almost got weak just now~ You’re too cute~~”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


You: “[pouty and whiny] Kookie, please~ Please, please, please~ Show me something from the new choreography :(”

Jungkook: [insert gif: teases you by imitating your pouty face, almost cracks up though] 

You: “Jeon Jungkook, you little brat! Don’t make fun of me :/”

Jungkook: “Ah~ Just wait one more day, okay? Only one more day~~~”

Originally posted by tiredkook

snow-fragments  asked:

Can I ask for Fraxus in a dragon captive AU setting except Freed is the captive cursed Prince that when at night, he turns into a demon setting? If You're doing the ship AU thing that is? If not then nevermind :)

Send me a pairing + an AU and I’ll write a three sentence fic

“What do you want from me?” The prince stood with his back pressed against a wall that was the farthest away from the creature, his gaze never leaving the dragon. His voice sounded upset but not quite fearful. He had asked the same question over and over again but never got an answer.

Freed had the one or other guess. He was the prince after all and everyone knew how the majority of humanity thought about dragons, at least in his Kingdom. But to him, being captured was just wandering from one cave to a different one. He was captured one way or another…

“Be quiet already,” the dragon finally snapped in his deep rumbling vox when he saw that the prince was about to probably yell another question at him. Couldn’t he just shut up? Wasn’t he scaring him? He usually had that effect on people. His bright yellow scales, black long claws. His jaws that bore sharp teeth and his enormous size in general. When capturing the prince he’d expected some meek creature and not somebody who nearly appeared like he didn’t care at all, had not a single fear for his life. It enraged him and after giving another hiss he suddenly began to change.

“I demand answers!” But instead of those the prince only got more questions when he watched how the beast suddenly began to shrink, to shapeshift and… all of a sudden he was facing a young man, perhaps two or three years older than himself and with a scar across one of his eyes. His hair was blond with a yellow shine to it much like his scales had been before and Freed snapped his mouth shut as he regarded the man stepping closer.

His fingernails were still long as were his teeth. His eyes were glimmering in a bright orange color. It was impossible for him to ever look completely human which was most likely why he couldn’t show himself in public even in his human form. Everyone would hunt him one way or another.

And suddenly the prince began to feel a connection. Perhaps… this man, this dragon wasn’t quite unlike him.

That brief hopeful thought vanished when a hand grabbed his chin gruffly and forced him to stare right into those shining eyes. Instinctively Freed’s own gaze turned hard and his breathing became a bit heavier.

“I told you to shut up, pretty man.”

The tension in the air was so thick that it almost felt tangible and then there was just heavy silence as the two men eyed each other.

Freed hadn’t been able to keep track of time. He had no clue that it had already begun to become darker but his own body reminded him of it violently when suddenly he began to shake. There was a brief hint of realization in greenish blue eyes but then all control slipped for a couple of moments.

Laxus let go of him, eyes wild when the prince broke down in front of him. His entire body was tremlbing, hands gripping the dusty ground beneath him and his head sank, his back curved until his appearance began to shift.

The hell… The dragon took a step back, never having experienced something like this before, and not knowing what was about to happen he kept staring as the prince turned into creature of the night.

Freed’s voice had turned into a growl when he threw his head back up, eyes pitch black and empty. Claws and fangs began to appear where human teeth and fingernails were supposed to be and purple horns grew out of his head and elbows, the energy around him turning into a crimson light as the transformation reached its peak.

And suddenly there was an untamed roar that echoed through the night, the red energy whirling around the demon like a storm forcing Laxus to take another step back and whilst he hated the feeling of unawareness he was experiencing right now he thought that maybe they had something important in common.

Tequila Tears

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, breakups, swearing, heavy alcohol consumption, self hate, self blame

Word Count: 1003 

Summary: Bucky cheats on you and your trying to deal with it the best you can.

It had barely been a week since Bucky had confessed that he’d cheated. Not that he’d used the word cheated of course, that was too blunt, too dirty. ‘Fooling around’ was how he put it, whatever the fuck that actually meant I wasn’t sure; but I found myself stuck somewhere between wanting to know every lurid detail and blocking my ears so I never had to hear the words tumble from his lips. It was all the same in the end anyway though, whether I knew the details or not, Bucky was a cheater.

It was a brand against his name, a title that flashed as bright as neon sign behind my eyes every time I thought about him. Every memory I had of him, every thought I’d ever had of him was now paired with that word. Tainted by his own confession.

It had been at one of Tony’s famous, high end parties, with a girl he didn’t know, a girl that he confessed he wouldn’t have been able to pick out of a crowd the next morning. I wasn’t sure if that made it worse or better truthfully. She’d come up to him while he sat at the bar, settled herself in against his side and well…cheater.

I wasn’t even all that sure about what had happened after Bucky had told me, it was all a blur in my mind. He’d sat me down on the edge of our shared bed, pacing back and forth in front of me, his fingers tangled up into his hair. I remember laughing at him, telling him not to be so nervous to tell me whatever it was that he wanted to get off his chest; I also remember the way the smile had slipped off my face. After that though it was a mess of curse words and insults, both of us firing off at one another. Bucky had been defensive and I had been angry.

It all came to an abrupt end when my hand slapped him hard across the face, leaving behind an angry, red mark and killing any words left on his tongue. After that he kept his distance, making sure that we were never in the same room together. I was sure that he’d somehow convinced everyone to tell him where I was at all points in the day but I couldn’t bring myself to care; I didn’t want to see him anyway.  

I’d kept myself busy as busy as I could, spending hours in gym sparring with Natasha or taking my anger out on the punching bag; working tirelessly in the shooting range, perfecting my aim. And when I ran out of ammo or Nat got called away I found myself back in our once shared room, his pillow clutched to my chest as fat tears rolled down my cheeks, my sobs muffled by the fabric.

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