snorlaxlovesme:

remember when like a year and a half ago me and Aila (@ailaxolotl) joked about an FMA:B Prom AU and I started writing out like 14 drabbles for it but never finished any of them and then intermittently forgot about them? well, look! I stopped forgetting for a sec! and, like, it’s prom season, so why not add a little bit more to it? 
so so here’s a good ol highschool au featuring the Central High crew (Ed, Al, Winry, Ling, Lan Fan, and Paninya.) ships include ed x ling and paninya x lan fan. 

pt. 1 // pt. 2 // pt. 3
// pt. 4

“I don’t mean to sound like a cynic here,” Paninya said as
she eyed her friends, where a good 2/3 of them looked inches from death, “but I
could have sworn the point of a movie night was to watch the movie.”

Ling didn’t even stir from where he laid sprawled out on the
couch, cheek resting on one of Ed’s legs while a small puddle of his drool
darkened a patch of Ed’s jeans. Ed himself was barely conscious, his head
bobbing up and down as he slipped between sleeping and waking every few
seconds. Winry had left the living room a while ago to go make herself some
coffee, though it was debatable if she ever made it to the kitchen. Paninya
half expected to find her lying face-down in the hallway to match the younger Elric
brother, who was currently lying on the floor and groaning.

“What even happened to you guys?” Paninya asked,
suspiciously poking at Ling’s face. He let out a half-hearted whine and swatted
in the vague direction of her hand.

Lan Fan emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and
sat down on her end of the couch next to Paninya, shaking the bowl in her
girlfriend’s direction. Paninya took a handful.

“They pulled an all-nighter working on a AP Chem project,”
she said simply. She held up her phone. “Ling tweeted about it the entire
night.”

Paninya looked down at her girlfriend’s phone and scrolled a
bit, seeing tweet after tweet from Ling in all caps.

Ling Yao
@actualprinceling
I HATE THIS I WANT TO DIE

Ling Yao
@actualprinceling
NO ONE CARES THIS MUCH ABOUT CHEMISTRY

Ling Yao
@actualprinceling
IS IT OKAY TO BREAK-UP WITH YOUR BF OVER A GROUP PROJECT

Ling Yao
@actualprinceling
WILL DESTROY THE NEXT ELRIC NERD WHO CORRECTS MY STOICHIOMETRY I SWEAR TO FUCK

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snorlaxlovesme:

Day 5: Touch

my procrastinating ass didn’t finish a damn thing for SoMa week, but luckily past-me had a wip serendipitously titled “touch” so here we are! apologies for this being a day late and super short

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They rarely touched each other.

It wasn’t something they ever spoke of, it just was. After that first handshake, that
introduction of one soul to another, their bodies remained firmly separate from
one another. Maka was never really sure why,
but she knew that every time her shoulder bumped his while they walked side
by side in the hall, her first instinct was to retract, to apologize, to
pretend it didn’t happen. No matter how innocuous the contact was, the second
they touched they became opposing magnets, flinging themselves in opposite
directions.

After all, she was a girl and Soul was a boy. It shouldn’t
have mattered, and maybe it didn’t, but the difference between them was there,
and so was the nervousness that came with being around any boy at age twelve. She
wanted to partner with him, but she didn’t quite know what to make of him yet
either. Part of Maka always assumed that whey they had gotten used to each
other more, they’d fall into a routine, become more comfortable like their
peers did with their partners.

But it never seemed to happen that way. Being partnered with
Soul, living with him, spending all her time with him, couldn’t seem to bridge
the physical gap between them.

All of that seemed so stupid now, with Soul lying in front
of her, not moving, not breathing, just sopping wet and freezing cold and very,
very still. Tremors shook her body as she watched the paramedic administer CPR,
fingers locking and pressing to his chest as he measured out forged heartbeats
for Soul under the pressure of his palms. Steady fingers tilted Soul’s head
back, a taut mouth pressed itself to Soul’s and breathed in—one, two—and again—one, two. Maka watched numbly as Soul’s body was willed back to
life by the hands of another, and when he took his first breath on his own, the
invisible walls around her crumbled.

He rose to his elbows for a moment, swaying all the while as
he searched for her, and Maka dropped to her knees at his side. She couldn’t
hear over the pounding of blood in her ears, but she could feel her mouth
moving, forming the words “You’re okay, you’re okay” like a prayer, broken and
desperate. She couldn’t be sure if she was trying to comfort Soul or herself. He
couldn’t stay sitting up for long, his head too heavy and his body too weak,
but Maka’s shaking hands caught his head before it could settle back to the
ground. She pulled him towards her lap, cradling his head on the tops of her
thighs while her hands acquainted themselves with his hair, his forehead, his
cheeks.

Brushing his bangs away from his clammy face, she smiled
down at him. The mist in her eyes blurred her vision, but she could still make
out Soul lifting his hand from the ground and placing it over her own, where it
rested on his cheek. His skin was still cold and damp, but that wasn’t her
reason for squeezing her eyes shut and letting fat tears rolls down them,
dripping down her jaw and onto his face. Soul was alive and his hand softly patting at her own just confirmed
it.  He almost died today. He did die today. She struggled to pull in
another shuddering breath, but the thought of it crippled her.

“S’okay,” he croaked, his voice whisper-soft. He wove his
fingers together with hers. This wasn’t normal for them, this contact, this
closeness. But Maka could feel soft patter of his pulse where their wrists
connected, and she knew without a doubt she was never letting go.