Title: Until We Bleed

Rating, W. Count: PG-13, 2981 words

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yours. And by God, I do hope that what I wrote stays in fiction. “Until We Bleed” is owned by Lykke Li and Mikael Karlsson.

Summary: Now, sitting on a plastic, dully painted blue chair, he tried to forget the feeling of her hand going limp.

A/N: This is unbeta-ed. The idea for this has been brewing for months, and it’s far from perfect. So I’ll just be posting this on here, and not cross posting it to any other comm. Thank you tolinsadair for the beta. If you’re interested, you can youtube the song; make sure it’s the Mikael’s cello version. It’s so hauntingly beautiful. Another A/N at the end of this.

Drabble: Stay

Rating, W.Count: PG-ish, 899 words

Disclaimer: I have no connection whatsoever to the people mentioned in this RPF. And this is fiction.

Summary: “Her hands, delicate and strong tugged his head lower, until her mouth found his and someday he’s going to promise her that he’d stay forever.”

A/N: There’s a line in this drabble that haunted me for the past few days, combined that with a Ryan Adams song (Come Pick Me Up), I finally wrote something that I felt comfortable posting after 6 months of absence. As of this moment, this is not beta-ed. Dedicated toobs_twilighter. I hope this warms you up.

 Comments are greatly appreciated.
 

Title: Breaking

Author:bagsandshoes 

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them.

Summary: He was the friend, the confident, the perfect man that her best friend had claimed.

Note: So… this is my easing into writing the couple again after a few months of sabbatical. I basically just wrote this. Had no direction whatsoever, and I’ll most likely add and pretty this thing up before my spring break is over. But I thought since I haven’t posted anything, and I miss you guys so much, I’ll just post this drabble.

Take a listen: 

 

This is my song at the moment. It's not the typical song that I would listen to (even though I LOVE Bon Iver). I bought the EP yesterday, and I literary wanted to cry when I first heard the first few harmonies. The subtle sigh just lingered and my gosh, after the week I had, it felt like sweet release to lay down my head on my desk and just listen. I walked around campus with Bon Iver's Blood Bank EP playing on my iPod, and it was just so... refreshing to just walk with no direction. I've been running around and studying and just basically suffocating. And even though I still have a very tough week ahead of me, I thought I should share with you guys this song, because bbs, whoever is reading this, just take a listen and lay down your pretty head for five minutes.

While running around and doing your best is awesome and a good way to become successful in life, you GOTTA BREATHE.

Goodnight my lovelies,
Bo-
 

Drabble: Happy Ones #5

Rating, W. Count: PG, 672 words

Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them.

Note: Numero cinco in the Happy Folder. I wrote this happiness over x-mas break after listening to Seacrest’s interview with Chris Martin.

Drabble: Happy Ones #4

Rating, W. Count: PG (borderline PG-13), 886 words

Disclaimer: They own each other. Or not. Well, we all own ourselves yes?

Note: Number four in the Happy Folder. It’s not as FLUFFY as the other ones, and I blame the sunshine that graced Seattle this wonderful weekend. The colder the weather, the fluffier I write. How else was I supposed to keep warm?