#edwin day

[aiphelix]

EdWin Day art ayoooo

[yanumii]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆?

Happy 503 ♡

Edwin day 2020 Reference

[chewytran]

happy 503 day to these nerds!!

[lady-harrowhark]

Anticlimactic

Happy Edwin Day everyone!

@503week

Word count: 1541

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A prom night modern AU, inspired in part by this text post, and nurtured by the song Talk Too Much by COIN

-

“What color are we looking for?” Alphonse trailed his hand along the row of bright ties.

Edward shrugged. “I don’t really care. Something badass, I guess.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want. Also, I don’t think a tie can be badass. Not in the way you want, at least. What color is her dress?”

“How should I know?” Ed was lingering over a red and black paisley tie.

“That’s… actually kind of cool,” Alphonse admitted. “But you can’t wear it unless it matches!” he added hastily. He dug his phone out of his pocket, tapping out a message quickly.

“What color is your prom dress?”

The response came quickly:

“Like a light pink. And gold. Why?”

“Start looking for a gold one,” Al instructed as he typed out his response

“We’re at the store. Helping Ed pick out his tie.”

Three dots hovered at the bottom of the screen for several moments, disappearing only to return a few seconds later. Finally, in their place, a string of characters appeared:

“??????????????????????????”

“Ed?” Al asked warily.

“Hmmm?” Ed held two yellow ties, one in either hand.

“You did ask her right? To prom?”

“We talked about it, like, weeks ago. We’re all gonna go to dinner and then to the dance.”

Alphonse groaned. “But did you explicitly say, ‘Winry, will you be my date to prom?’ Verbatim?”

“What? No, we talked about it… I thought.... I just assumed…” Ed trailed off as he grabbed the phone that Alphonse held out to him, quickly scanning the conversation. He looked up in horror as his own phone buzzed twice in his pocket.

“I can’t believe I just found out we’re going to prom together from your brother.”

“Actually yes I can.”

“Is that her? What’d she say?”

Ed thrust the phone to his brother in response, scrubbing a hand over his face instead of replying.

The phone vibrated again.

“She just sent like seventeen crying-laughing emojis.”

Ed groaned.

-

“Edward, please. Smile for two minutes, then you can go.” Pinako raised her cell phone, squinting into the screen as she zoomed in. Ed sneered as the flash burst bright in front of them. “I’m sending that one to your father,” she sighed.

“What? No! Don’t send him anything!”

“Send it to Mrs. Curtis too!” Winry called. She adjusted her hair, which she had spent over an hour meticulously curling, over her shoulder.

“No! Don’t send anything to anyone!” Ed’s scowl deepened.

Next to Pinako, Alphonse snapped a few pictures on his own phone. He motioned for Winry to turn slightly. She obliged and after smoothing her ruffled skirt into place, she slid her arm around Edward’s waist.

“He’s going to be such a good Instagram husband someday,” she sighed.

Ed snorted. And then shifted when he noticed how Winry’s arm was warm against his back. He clenched his fist tightly for a moment, then slipped his own arm behind her, resting it lightly against the beaded bodice of her dress. Winry had been saving little by little all year towards the dress. Edward had grumbled on more than one occasion that it seemed like a waste, to spend so much on something she would only wear once. He was mentally eating his words now, not that he’d ever tell her that.

“That was a good one!” Al commented, peeking over Pinako’s shoulder at her camera screen. “Do a horizontal one so you can see the cherry tree in the background.”

“No backseat photography!” she scolded.

Ed rolled his eyes, but he for the first time that night, he smiled.

-

“So that was fairly anticlimactic.” Sitting in the driver’s seat, Winry sipped at her blue raspberry slushie. They’d stopped at the gas station on the way back from the dance, trudging across dirty linoleum in their evening wear in want of syrupy satisfaction. Yellow fluorescent lights had flickered overhead, casting the smudged mascara under Winry’s eyes into sharp relief, as Edward tossed a few crumpled bills on the counter.

“What? When the lights came back on and everyone was sweaty and gross and the shitty DJ started coiling up his extension cords as fast as humanly possible so that he didn’t have to spend another second of his life fielding boy band requests from that girl who’s way too into horses?” Ed ripped the paper off his straw and stabbed it into his slushie with slightly more aggression than was necessary.

“Uh, yeah. And when Mr. Mustang got on the microphone and was like ‘See you all in class on Monday.’ Like, thank you, I definitely want to think about physics right now. Can’t he just tell us not to drink and drive?”

“I’m pretty sure Ms. Hawkeye pulled the plug on his mic right after that. Does this taste different to you? I think they put strawberry in the cherry machine again.” Ed lifted his cup towards Winry.

Winry leaned in to sip from his straw with distractingly blue-stained lips. She shook her head. “It’s fine.”

Ed tore his eyes away from her tinted mouth, grimacing as he held the to-go cup up to the window to better study the color. “It’s definitely off. I don’t think you can taste it over your plastic raspberry flavor.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it either way. It was fun until that, though. I had a good time dancing with everyone. No one danced at all at homecoming. My feet hurt now, though.” Winry pushed the layers of her skirt to the side, holding back the voluminous material with one hand while the other fished into the footwell to retrieve her heels. Finding them after a moment, she tossed them into the backseat.

“I did not have a good time dancing.” Ed took a long drag from his straw and wiped a line of condensation from the cup with his thumb.

“But you did it anyway because you love me,” Winry teased.

Edward froze. “Oh, for sure,” he responded dryly, hoping she hadn’t noticed his pause. Focusing his attention elsewhere, he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket, the blue light bleeding across the cab as he flicked through a few notifications. “Ling wants to know if we’re coming to his place.” He glanced over at her in time to see her wrinkle her nose. “We don’t have to.”

She stirred her slushie slowly with her straw. “It’s not that I don’t want to... it’s just that everytime we go over there, it’s so hard to leave. Things keep happening and we’ll end up staying all night, you know? Plus last time things get a little out of hand.”

“Uh, yeah, I got pushed in the pool.”

“I forgot about that part,” Winry laughed.

“Lucky you. I’m just gonna tell him you’re too tired.” Ed tapped out the message and hit send.

“I am tired. I’d rather just go home and watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, same.”

Winry turned the key in the ignition and shifted into gear. “Homeward bound, then.”

-

Fifteen minutes later, they were pulling into the driveway. Ed sucked down the remains of his slushie. His stomach fluttered, and he blamed it on the cold drink. Winry’s car seemed to sigh as she shifted into park.

“Did I put my purse in the back or did I give it you?” Winry twisted in the driver’s seat, stretching to reach her shoes.

“It’s in the back I think. I don’t have it.” Ed leaned over the center console to look as well. His shoulder bumped her bare arm.

“Got it!” Winry’s voice was muffled as she leaned down to grab the small satin clutch.

When she turned back, her face was mere inches from Ed’s. His heart thumped inside his chest. She opened her mouth to say something, but before he could lose his nerve, he leaned in, quickly pressing his lips against hers. He could taste the blue raspberry slush on her lips and knew his own probably tasted of the indeterminate strawberry-cherry syrup.

Just as quickly, they were pulling apart.

Ed could feel his face flushing as his mind raced to come up with something to say. “Winry, I-”

“I was wondering if you were gonna do that tonight.” Winry settled back in her seat, a smug smile playing across her face.

“What?!” Ed gaped at her.

“I mean, it was only a matter of time. But I thought prom night might appeal to your dramatic side.” She pressed her lips together, barely suppressing her grin as she opened the car door.

“I don’t have a dramatic side!” Ed yelped as he threw open his own door. “It’s not like I planned it! It just happened!”

Winry groaned good-naturedly and stepped gingerly across the gravel driveway, shoes dangling from one hand. “Fine, fine. But just for the record, you know, I wouldn’t mind if you planned another.” She stepped closer to Ed, her eyes on his. “Or if it just... happened.” Slower this time, she pressed her lips to his. He brought his hands to her hips, pulling her closer.

The porch light flickered on behind them, and they broke apart again.

Ed glanced at her with a sheepish smile. “So,” he said. “What movie do you want to watch?”

[edxwin-elric]

Hello! What does the number 503 have to do with edwin??

May 3rd (05/03) is Edwin Day! So 503 day/week is the week of May 3rd.

[blessedburial]

Edwin Drabble: The Present

because today is Edwin day and I couldn’t go to sleep until I wrote a very quick drabble staring my beautiful children and their pure and awkward teenager-y relationship. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this!

“Winry!” Ed’s singsong voice cut through the stilled silence, cutting it like the blades Winry was using to make spare parts for Ed to take back with him after his stop in Resembool, just in case, God forbid, he broke his automail in a fight. Again.

Not happy with her lack of reply, Ed grinned more broadly, although how that was possible because he was already making Winry’s cheeks hurt from just imagining how wide his smile, beat her.

“Winry,” he laughed, “I got you something!”

Winry’s shoulders dropped slightly, her hands freezing in the act of tightening a bolt onto one of the internal gear trains. The fear in her eyes was evident as she turned around in her chair, slowly coming to rest on the excited boy in front of her.

She cleared her throat and tried to wipe the grease off of her hands, only to smudge it across her forehead. “Ah, I- whoops, sorry,” she muttered, heat creeping up her cheeks when she had realized what she had done.

Ed laughed, his eyes lighting up from Winry’s obvious embarrassment. “Let me help you.”

She stifled back a retort as he leaned forward and wiped across her forehead with his thumb.

“Hm,” he muttered, “That didn’t work, at all.” Shrugging, he flicked his thumb across his forehead, leaving a sooty line striking against his winter paled skin.

“See? Now we match.”

“Ed?” Winry squinted at the boy in front of her, suddenly afraid that she was seeing things after staring at metal for 36 hours straight. “Are you okay?”

Ed’s smile drop for a millisecond before returning to it’s original position. “Yeah? Why would you ask that?”

“You seem very,” Winry paused to grasp for the word.

“Helpful?” Ed chimed in, “Kind?”

She snapped her fingers, “Nervous.”

Ed took a small step back, almost tripping over a metal rod laying haphazardly on the ground. “Nervous? Do you know me? The Fullmetal Alchemist? Nervous over what?”

It was Winry’s turn to crack a smile, “So, the not nervous alchemist, what’s in the box you have hiding behind your back?”

Ed opened his mouth to speak, but found the words stuck in his throat. “I- um, got you a little trinket for all that you do.” Ed’s face was suddenly engulfed in a crimson blush. “For all that you do, for me.”

Winry sat back against the workbench, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh yeah?” She raised an eyebrow. “And what, exactly, do I do for you?” Hell, she knew the answer, even this all-nighter was proof to Winry that she would do anything for him, but it was more fun to mess with him when his confident façade started to waver.

 “You know,” Ed muttered, his eyes downcast to the scratched up panelling beneath him. “Everything you do for Al and I. We, uh, don’t deserve you. You pull multiple all-nighters like this one, come to fix me up after a fight at the drop of the hat, and by just being you, you… well you tend to brighten my world.”

Winry’s mouth fell open at the last reason, her vision beginning to swim as small tears pin-pricked at the corners of her eyes.

“Oh shoot, damn it, please don’t cry, oh here, just take this!” Ed thrusted his hands out, turning his burning face away from the teary-eyed girl in front of him.

Winry laughed quietly as she picked up the small box from his outstretched palm, ignoring the quiver in her hands as she did so. The box was deep cyan, an interesting color for wrapping, but she couldn’t help but stare at the vibrant color.

She was careful not to tear the paper as she unwrapped the present, not daring to breathe through the whole ordeal. Winry pulled the inner box free and glanced up at Ed, apprehension in her eyes meeting absolute terror in his. Gently prying the top off of the cream container, she could help but to let out a small gasp as she saw the zircon earrings reflect the morning dawn from the open window, lighting them into a fire of rose pink and orange.

“I figured since, you know, you like to wear earrings so I, ah well Al was included in this too, he said that he would beat me up if I didn’t include him,” Ed took a pause to let out an airy laugh, “we found a pair in Central City. I- we, thought that they would be perfect for you and-”

The last part of Ed’s sentence was lost as Winry launched herself off of the bench and slammed into him. Her arms enclosed around his back, clutching at his shirt, almost desperately. “Thank you,” a soft mumbled echoed against his chest. “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”

Ed raised his arms from his side and came to rest around her back like she was the most delicate thing in the world. Laughing, he lowered his head downwards, catching the flowery scent of her hair when his chin found a spot on the top of her crown.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, “You deserve the world if I could give it to you.”

Winry was too busy trying not cry all over his shirt to rebuttal back.

[yanumii]

Happy (late) 503! Here's a screenshot redraw of one of my favorite scenes from the live action ❤️

I think I'm one of the few people ( ̶o̶n̶l̶y̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶?̶ ̶l̶o̶l̶) who enjoyed the film 😂 It's NOT accurate, they honestly butchered Riza’s characterization and they messed up a lot of scenes, but I LOVE the chemistry we had between the actors, and I'm just really happy to have more FMA content 💖

Here’s the scene I based it from! RYOUSUKE’S ED IS VERY *HEART EYES MF* AND I’M LIVING FOR IT

[lady-harrowhark]

Brighter Lights Back Home

Happy EdWin Day everyone!

Word count: 2133

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Ed and Al’s first night back in Resembool after the Promised Day. Edward and Winry have some things to talk about.

-

Winry laid the old knit quilt at the foot of Alphonse’s bed. “Anything else you need?”

Al shook his head, exhaustion written across his face, tugging heavy eyelids downward even as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Thanks, Winry. I’m sorry I can’t stay up later with you guys. I wanted to be more fun on our first day back.”

“Don’t be sorry. We can talk more tomorrow.” Winry looked over to where Edward was digging through a suitcase.

Ed glanced up at her. “Yep. I’m just gonna help him get ready for bed and then I’ll be up for a little bit still. Now that I’m not sleeping for two,” he added, grinning at his brother. Alphonse chuckled.

Winry leaned down to wrap her arms around Alphonse, still marveling at the newfound warmth. “Sweet dreams.” Releasing him reluctantly, she crossed to the doorway. “I’ll be in my room when you’re done,” she said to Edward.

He nodded. “Sure. I won’t be too long.”

Closing the door behind her, Winry let out a breath that had been sitting heavy in her chest for far too long. They were home.

-

She considered putting on her pajamas; the house felt still in a way that made her want to crawl into bed, though the sun had barely set. Instead, she sat at her desk, staring at schematics pinned to her wall and rolling a pencil between her fingers.

A soft knock sounded on her door, and she glanced up to see it open just enough to let Edward’s soft voice carry in. “You still up?”

“Of course.” Winry pushed back her chair, turning to face Ed as he sat down on her bed. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to get to sleep tonight.”

Ed huffed a soft laugh. “I know. We’ve been travelling all day, so I should be exhausted, and yet… Ahhhhh.” He leaned back against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles as they stretched out in front of him. “It does feel good to sit down and not be bumping over train tracks though.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.” Winry dropped the pencil she’d been holding back onto a stack of notes and crossed to her bed. She toed off her shoes and sat down. “Is Al asleep already?”

Edward nodded. “He could barely keep his eyes open long enough to change his clothes. I think he was out before I even left the room.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m surprised he made it as long as he did, to be honest. He slept a little on the train but with such a long day I expected him to have to turn in a lot earlier. He just doesn’t have the stamina right now.”

She sighed, pulling her pillow onto her lap. It was a moment before she spoke again. “He’s so thin.”

Ed smiled, staring out the window into the purpling dusk. “He’s actually gained a lot of weight since that first day, but he’s still not where the doctors said they’d like to see him at. He’s got a list of things he wants to eat now that he’s got his body back, you know.” Ed turned his head to grin at Winry. “It’s a good thing you had that apple pie ready. It was at the top of his list.”

“Oh, I know. He told me earlier. About twelve times.”

“You got the condensed version of it. He wouldn’t shut up about it in the hospital. They had pie one day down in the cafeteria, so I brought him some. He wouldn’t have any of it. He said he was waiting for yours.”

Winry barked out a laugh. “You’ll have to get me the rest of his list. I’ll get up early and go into town to do some shopping tomorrow morning so we can make everything he wants and surprise him.”

“Maybe not all at once. It’s a long list.” Ed laughed. “But yeah, he’d love it if we surprised him.”

“We?” Winry lifted an eyebrow. “You get your arm back and suddenly you can cook?”

“Well, no…" Ed pulled at a loose thread on his cuff. “But I could probably still help.”

“How would you help, exactly?” Winry gave his hand a light smack. “Stop picking at that, you’ll ruin your shirt.”

“I could… stir things. Put them in the oven. Take them out of the oven.”

Winry narrowed her eyes. “We’ll see.”

“That’s probably fair.”

They sat in silence a moment before Winry spoke again. “Hey, Ed?”

Ed groaned and began taking off his sweatshirt. “I suppose.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!”

“So you don’t want to see my arm?” Ed asked, pausing. Winry glared at him. “Honestly, I’m surprised you held out this long.”

Winry slid her legs to side, shifting so that she was in a better position to examine his shoulder. “I told you earlier that I wanted to look at it later.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ed’s voice was muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head. Although she’d wondered many times since the brothers returned how exactly Edward’s shoulder would look reconstructed, she was still taken aback as he turned to her, his black tee shirt crumpled in his fist.

“It looks like it’s been healing for months already,” she said softly. Her brow was furrowed as she glanced up at him. Her fingers trailed over the new scars, pink and raised, that ran from his collarbone over his shoulder, crossing older, lighter scars from his automail surgery. Her hands stalled near his collarbone, where several small, mostly-healed incisions lay outlined by the tell-tale red pinpricks of recently removed stitches.

“There were some… leftovers. From the automail. When I got my arm back.” Winry lifted her eyes to meet his, but his face was turned the other way. “The doctors at Central removed what they could see.”

“What they could see,” Winry repeated, her hands still motionless.

“They said… They said there was a possibility there might still be remnants left inside the joint. That they didn’t want to risk damaging the joint with exploratory surgery, since they didn’t know what they would find.” Ed glanced at her. “Do you think there’s anything left behind?”

Winry shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ve never had anyone get a limb back after having automail. This is a first for me.” Ed breathed out a small laugh. She stood, stepping so that she could place one hand on Ed’s shoulder blade and the other on the front of his shoulder. “Let me see if I can feel anything. Raise your arm.”

Ed obliged. “I can’t get it all the way up yet. The scars are a little tight.”

“Just as far as you can. And back down.” Winry moved her front hand a few inches out towards his shoulder joint. “Now try crossing it in front of you. Does anything feel out of place, like its clicking or catching?”

“I don’t think so.”

Winry dropped her hand back down by her side. “I don’t feel anything, but keep an eye on it. If there is anything left inside, it might shift as it continues to heal. Did they give you anything for the scars?”

Edward pulled his shirt back over his head, pushing his arms through the sleeves. “Yeah, some ointment stuff. It’s in my bag in the other room. And a bunch of exercises to do. They said I should have my full range of motion back soon, as long as I don’t slack off.”

“That’s good to hear.” Winry sat back on the bed, eyeing Edward cautiously. “Any way you’d let me take a look at your leg?”

Ed leaned back, propping his arms behind his head. “You’re not just going to look at it though. You’ll end up wanting to get going on repairs as soon as you see everything.”

“Everything? How bad is it?”

“Ah, jeez, it’s not!” Seeing Winry’s glowering expression, he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not! It’s just… been a while. And a lot of stuff’s happened. Besides, even if everything was fine you know you wouldn’t be able to resist tinkering with it. It can wait until tomorrow.”

“What if I promised just to look?”

He shook his head. “Then you’d be a liar. I know there’s a wrench set in that top desk drawer there,” he said, tilting his chin towards the opposite side of the room. “You wouldn’t even have to… Hold on. I think I hear Al.”

-

Winry turned at the sound of her bedroom door opening again.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll wait,” Edward began backing out of the room.

“Don’t worry, I’m decent,” she said lightly, closing the wardrobe doors. “Just put on my pajamas, is all.” She gestured to her loose tee shirt and shorts, then pulled the elastic out of her hair and dropped it on the desk.

“I brought us pie,” Edward said, lifting the plate in his hand slightly as he sat on the bed.

“I can’t believe there was any left after you two went after it this evening.” Winry sat next to him, cross-legged. She took the fork Edward held out to her and speared a bite on its tines.

“This may have been the last piece,” he admitted.

“Was Al okay?” Winry asked around a mouthful of pie, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’m a little overprotective.” Ed’s cheeks flushed, but he smiled.

“I think that’s probably understandable. Given the circumstances.”

Ed tapped his fork against the edge of the plate. “He’s too nice to ever call me out on it, but I think he’s getting tired of me checking on him constantly.”

“He just doesn’t want you to worry about him. He hates making people worry.” Winry took another bite, chewing slowly. After a minute, she said, “He really does seem to be doing well, all things considered. You could probably relax a little. He’s not going anywhere.”

Edward nodded, lips tight. “I’m glad we’re back. Central was just… a lot to handle, at the moment, you know? We were in the middle of it all and there were so many loose ends to tie up. There still are, really. It’s nice to have some space to breath, finally. No one barging in to ask questions or have us sign papers. Al needs to be able to relax and get his strength back.”

“You too, you know. You’ve both been running yourselves ragged, don’t think I haven’t noticed.” Winry nudged his leg with her knee. “You can have the last bite,” she said, inclining her head towards the nearly-empty plate.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Edward popped the last bit of crust into his mouth, grinning smugly and dropping his fork on the now-empty plate.

Winry rolled her eyes and began to unfold her legs from beneath her. “I’m going to go put this in the sink.”

-

“Ow!” Winry awoke to a sharp pain at her scalp and the mattress shifting beneath her. She attempted to sit up, only to be forced to stop short.

“Sorry, sorry,” Edward whispered, pulling his hand back from where he had shifted his weight onto her hair. “Just trying to get up. You have a lot of hair,” he muttered. He cautiously picked his way to the end of the bed where he maneuvered himself over her legs to climb out of the tangled blankets.

“You’re one to talk,” Winry mumbled. “What time is it?” The cold, gray light filtering through the curtains signaled an early morning hour.

“No idea. Early.” He bent to pick up his boots from where he’d kicked them off the night before as they lay talking. “I think it was around midnight when I fell asleep.”

Winry propped herself up on her elbows, squinting against her drowsiness. “I didn’t mean to keep you up so late. You could have told me you were getting tired.”

“Nah, I wanted to hear about everything. Sorry I fell asleep on you.”

Winry sagged back against her pillow, closing her eyes. “Let Den out if you’re getting up.”

-

Winry had just fallen asleep again when she was awoken for the second time that morning by the creaking of floorboards at her doorway. Moments later, she felt the blankets being raised off of her. She pulled back at them without opening her eyes.

“Scoot over, I don’t want to crawl over you again.” Winry blearily opened her eyes to see Ed standing over her.

“What’s wrong with your bed?” she muttered.

“I don’t want to wake up Al. And the couch is too cold. Move over.”

Too tired to argue, she shifted towards the wall to make room for him. “Only because Alphonse needs his rest.”