#she ra fluff bang

[ari-kari]

guys the Dark Urge is compelling me to write a smuffy one shot even though the Bang deadline is in SEVEN DAYS. So instead I’m just gonna repost the link to Chicken again.

feel free to read it if you haven’t already bc it’s Horny and Pure. but I’m mostly just doing this to trick my adhd lizard brain into focusing.

Blurb

Winter, 1996. It’s the semester before graduation, and Adora is bonding over drinks with a few soccer teammates. Out of nowhere, one of them brings up a game that Adora’s never heard of before - “gay chicken.”

Naturally, Adora has questions.

[tippenfunkaport]

The Kind of Queen I Am

Queen Glimmer is working in her study when she gets a small winged visitor.

(Post Canon Fankid Family Fluff, 1520 words)

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I originally wrote this for the prompt The Kind of Queen I Am for the 2022 Happy Birthday Glimmer event but didn't finish it in time and decided it fit better as part of Prince Glowyn the Fourth anyway (though it stands alone since it was originally written as a one shot).

[boredzillenial]

“Is That My Shirt?”

After befriending Jake and Marc, one night you find yourself growing a little closer to their brother, Steven.

Themes: college Au, boys are in separate bodies, f!freader is tipsy, mostly fluff, mention of morning wood

Wordcount: 1.2K

You’re sophomore year at college is going amazing so far. Classes aren’t too bad, your RA is lazy and can’t be bothered to keep alcohol out of the dorms, and you’d made fast friends with Jake. While you both often tore up parties around campus you also have a blast dragging his brother Marc out every once in a while.

Despite some initial sexual tension you’d had with Jake and then Marc you three found your friendship much more fun. So most nights Jake would end up with a girl and if you’d done your job of wingwoman right so would Marc.

Their other brother, Steven, is a bit different to say the least. Soft spoken, studies focused and honestly a bit of a nerd. Talking about anime and history whenever the chance arises. Spending most nights watching said anime’s or studying.

One particular night Jake and Marc had managed to find girls on their own and disappeared with them in the dorm building. So you, still piss drunk and now alone, wander back to your room. Banging on the door you giggle “Roomie, lemme innnnn.”

You roommate quickly unlocks the door, giving you a panicked look as she opens it a crack. “Hey, I’ve got a girl in here. Can you stay with your friends tonight please.” She pleads.

“Well-shit everyone’s gettin pussy tonight.” You grumbled “fineeeee, but you owe me.” You groan and stumbl back to the elevator. After what felt like way too long you land on the boys’ floor. You try as quietly as you can to get to their room and push on the door, it’s unlocked.

“Stevie,” you whisper far too loudly. “Stevie itsme donworry.” You giggle as you make your way inside the dark room. “ ‘m jus gonna crash here tonight. You’re brothers are gettin busy - I mean they’re busy t’night.” You laugh.

“It’s Steven…” he grumbles behind a pile of blankets. As you look closer you see he’s got his laptop set up in bed.

“Are you watchin’ anime inthe dark?” You ask as you pad closer, shivering on the cold tile in your party dress.

“What else should I be doing.” He says in a mixture of annoyance and confusion as he sits up. His face is half illuminated by the flashing screen and for a moment your drunken brain dredges up that old flutter in your stomach.

You quickly try to snuff out the rising feeling and slur “Oh, shit I’mso sorry.” You pout out your lower lip, “next party you’re comin’ withus!” You declare with a shiver. “Why’s it so cold in here.”

“I sleep better in the cold.” He shimmies to lay back down. “Just lay over there I guess.” He waves over to Marc and Jake’s bunk bed.

Your teeth chatter as you make your way over to a set of dressers. Unsure who’s stuff is what, you grab a soft oversized shirt and a pair of boxers at random. You glance over your shoulder and see Steven has returned to his original position, laying on his side facing the wall, anime continuing to play quietly infront of him.

Quickly you shimmy out of your dress an into the clothes you’ve commandeered. As you slip into the lower bunk your teeth begin to chatter. “You alright?” Steven calls over his shoulder.

“ ‘s cold.” You whine. “Can I - can I huddle for warmth?” You ask softly, alcohol inhibiting any sense of boundaries you would’ve normally had.

“You want a cuddle?” His tone lilts in surprise.

“Please, I’ll owe you bigtime m’kay?” You plead shivering in the cold sheets.

“Alright c’mon.” He rolls onto his back as you jolt out of the cold sheets and under the warm ones. “Gods your freezing!” He flinches as you press your cold form against his.

“Toldya.” You mutter as you shudder, the remnants of cold chased away by his warmth.

“Lemme just, my arm I need to -“ he sat the laptop across his legs as he sat up again, this time lifting his arm up. Instinctively you nestle right into the open space. His arm lays lightly across your back as you lay your head on his chest. Surprise raises your brows for a moment at how firm he is.

“That - works I guess.” He says softly, settling his arm around you. His gaze lingers on you as you settle in. You glance up a moment, something stirs in you as your eyes connect. “Is-“ he leans in squinting a bit “Is that my shirt?”

“Tell me about what you’re watching.” You quickly look back at the screen, trying desperately to stop yourself from doing something really stupid.

“You haven’t heard of The Last Airbender? Avatar is amazing! This is Aang he’s -“ The excitement in his voice becomes a distant hum as you slip from consciousness. The last thing you’re aware of are the soft circles his fingers make across your back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

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The first sensations that come to you are the throbbing of your head, the shaft of light across your eyes making you squint, and the warm body pressing tightly to your back. You shift a bit to avoid the harsh column of morning light filtering through the blinds, causing the arm around your stomach to tighten and pull you closer.

Steven hums sleepily, his face snuggled into your back. For a brief moment you relax into the embrace. The pounding in your head juxtaposing his warm soft embrace. Well, not entirely soft.

“Ah Steven.” You pat his hand in an attempt to stir him.

“Yeah love?” Still not entirely present his hips rolled slightly. Then like a freight train he gasps and jolts away from you. “Oh I’m so sorry I, oh gods I’m -.” He awkwardly climbs out of bed and hit the cold linoleum with a groan.

“Shit are you alright?” You sat up to see him sprawled across the floor. Keeping the blanket up to your neck for warmth.

“Yeah.” He grunts, staggering in his oversized pjs toward the mini fridge. Glass clinking and the rustle of plastic sound as he turns, in one hand a bottle of water. In the other - a prepackaged bottle of vanilla iced coffee.

“Never pegged you for an iced coffee guy.”

“Oh no, these are Jake’s coffees. Figured he can share.” Steven shrugs, his face flushed as he awkwardly tries to cover his morning wood. “Sorry I- here.” He gently tosses the drinks on the bed and shuffles off to the bathroom.

You laugh weakly under your breath as you took the water, nearly emptying it in a long gulp. Next you crack into the vanilla coffee and sip slowly, blanket falling around your waist as you test just how much your headache will allow you to move.

You hear the shuffle of footsteps as you rub your eyes. “Look Steven I don’t care about your boner I-“ your sentence haults in your throat as you lock eyes with Jake, then Marc.

“Why are you in Steven’s bed, talking about his -” Marc’s eyes go wide.

Jake’s blow wide as well “and why are you drinking one-a my Iced Vanilla Lattes…”

Steven’s soft footsteps sound in the hall, as he rounds the corner his gaze flicker between his brothers and you. Marc and Jake look at Steven, then back at you. That moment will be forever cemented in your mind, Marc’s look of confusion, Jake’s expression shifting from cross to a shit-eating smirk, and Steven’s entire face now a ruddy hue as he tries to slowly back away.

“No no no get back here!” You hear Jake tease as he chases Steven out into the hall with a laugh.

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Part 2

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[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: "We Gather Together (Glad for the Blessings)"

This week's rerun is another little Thanksgiving one shot, meant to be taking place somewhere at the end of Season 6. I realize that Thanksgiving was over on Thursday, but I still wanted to share the little offerings I had for this sometimes overlooked holiday. I feel like it would be a very special and important holiday for both Emma and Killian - seeing as it's so much about family and togetherness with those you love, and both of them lived without that for so long.

Anyway, this is divergent from canon due to Robin's being alive and Belle not taking Rumple back, but otherwise I think it pretty much could have happened. Hope you all had a wonderful holiday yourselves, and that you enjoy this small story to celebrate the occasion!

** Also available on AO3 or ff.net (if that's your preference)***

Summary: A bit of Thanksgiving fluff - and a lovely, quiet moment for the whole Charming-Jones-Mills family count their blessings and rejoice in how far they've come

by: @snowbellewells

Barreling into the kitchen calling out "Henry?! Killian?!", Emma Swan was already well into panic mode due to the charred, burning smell that had reached her nostrils as soon as she'd mounted the steps to the front porch and the plumes of gray smoke wafting into her vision in the entryway once she opened the door. She was skidding to a stop at the kitchen table before she realized that, though the fire alarm had been bleating raucously, there were no sounds of panic or yells of dismay. Instead, both of her True Loves were now frozen, looking to her guiltily like they’d been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Killian was bent over the open stove, and Henry had his arm outstretched, fanning the air with a hot pad. They appeared to have been happy as clams until her sudden entrance..

Clearly they weren't in any immediate danger, and Emma's posture relaxed upon seeing that the house wasn't burning down and neither her son nor her pirate was blackened to a crisp. Shaking her head at them both, she genuinely tried to look stern instead of relieved and ready to burst out laughing. Crossing her arms, she mused aloud, "Do I even want to know what the two of you are doing?"

Sighing in defeat, Killian stood to his full height, letting the oven door bang closed and not quite meeting her reproving gaze as he raked a hand through his hair. He darted a quick glance at Henry, then finally answered her question. "We were trying to help you, Swan. It seemed prudent to get started with the main course before hosting your entire family tomorrow, and the lad felt sure he could offer guidance on the proceedings."

Henry flushed as Killian gestured toward him, and shrugged sheepishly, looking up at her with big brown eyes that, though in an older face, still proved as irresistible to her as when he'd showed up on her doorstep as a ten-year-old. "I may have overestimated how closely I was watching my other mom the last time she did this."

Emma couldn't help it; her metabolism did tick up a few notches and her eyes widened in shocked dismay. "Oh no, don't tell me… Do you mean to say you guys ruined that 19 pound Butterball I had all ready in the freezer?"

Killian winced a bit at her reaction. "Come now, Lass, it isn't as if we did it on purpose. You were just saying last night how you wanted everything to be perfect, you've never been able to celebrate a real family Thanksgiving with all the trimmings before, and everything should be just right. We only wished to help you along."

Emma gave an exaggerated nod as she responded, "Ah, I see," before a knowing light slipped into her eyes while studying one and then the other to see who would crack first. "Just selfless action from the good of your hearts, was it?"

Henry nodded, pulling off a ridiculously innocent look, but Killian couldn't quite meet her gaze, peeking up at her from beneath the fringe of his dark hair and eyelashes like a poor, repentant rascal. "Well, Swan, if the truth be told, we might have become a bit distracted…"

"I thought so," she affirmed with one last quick, triumphant dip of the head.

"Yes, well," Killian hemmed and hawed adorably, and Emma was almost afraid she might bite through her lip trying not to laugh out loud. The whole kitchen mishap was already long forgiven, but watching him stutter in embarrassment like he often caused her to do was too priceless to end just yet. "Love, your boy's moving picture box sucks a man in with its programs. Are you sure it doesn't possess some sort of hypnotic magic of its own? Perhaps we should not let Henry…"

"Okay, okay, hold up," Henry broke in anxiously, not about to see his stepdad - much as he might love him - relegate him back to the Stone Age with concern over modern technology.

Emma couldn't hold back her dissolution into helpless giggles any longer, and Killian stopped short with an affronted look at the noisy interruption from both of them at once. After a few moments, Emma reined in her laughter, assured Henry he wouldn't be losing all television privileges, and turned with the both of them to survey the wreck that had been her nice, clean kitchen when she'd left that morning. "Well boys, let's see what we can salvage," she said at last.

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In the end, the turkey is magicked to golden brown perfection for the holiday meal. Emma had hoped to succeed at doing it the old fashioned way, but after seeing the damage Killian and Henry had wrought with their attempt – and though she only admitted it to herself, knowing either one of them was better in the kitchen than she was, when not unfortunately sidetracked – she decided there was no sense in further risking the main course she intended to serve to company.

She, Killian, and Henry did spend a warm, domestic, evening making the accompanying side dishes together. After placing a tray of butterhorn rolls in the oven to cook, Emma turned to see Henry flip a spoonful of cranberry sauce at Killian, hitting him square on the nose and making him jerk back in surprise at the splat of impact.

"Hey now," her pirate warned, glowering as he raised a spoonful of stuffing for a counterattack.

Emma thought idly that she should be warning them not to waste food, not to destroy their kitchen for a second time in one day, and basically chide them both to behave themselves, but instead she could merely watch as author and pirate mounted a giddy food fight she eventually joined, hugging herself tightly so she didn't simply burst with the joy swelling up inside her, so full of gratitude for both of them, for a home and family at last, and for this moment in which to enjoy it all. Thanksgiving, indeed.

That night when Henry had settled into his own room and the house had grown quiet, Emma stopped Killian as he left the bathroom after brushing his teeth, biting her lip at the all-too-inviting sight of him in dark blue lounge pants with little white anchors printed on them that he wore for sleep and all that dark hair on his toned and scarred chest. He looked upon her with a curious quirk to his brow, but didn't question her, only wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his forehead to rest against her own.

Enveloped in his warmth, Emma grew almost dizzy at the minty fresh breath he exhaled against her neck and nearly lost her train of thought altogether, but she pulled out the item she had intended to show him. It was the wishbone from their turkey, and she held it out for him to see. "Do you know what this is?"

"Aye," Killian answered, though she could tell by his expression he had no clue why she would draw his attention to it. "It's some part of that fowl we prepared for tomorrow's feast, but why…"

He trailed off when she twined the fingers of her free hand with his and brought his hand up to grip the opposite end of the wishbone from the one she held. "They're for wishing on," she explained briefly, playful mirth in her eyes. "People pull them apart and whoever gets the larger piece makes a wish that is then supposed to come true."

"Alright Lass, if you say so," he agreed gamely, a bit of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth now as well.

Holding her breath, Emma thought of all the times she had wanted to do this as a kid and had never been the one who got the wishbone. Or all the times as an adult that she'd had it, but no one in her empty apartment to hold the other end, or to appreciate the wish she'd made, nor share in her joy if it did come to fruition. As the fragile bone snapped and they looked down to the pieces in their hands, Emma and Killian found it had broken almost evenly, and so she whispered, not wanting to break the calm stillness in the room, "Let's say we both wish…together."

Killian merely nodded and closed his eyes as she did. When she opened them again, it was to meet his blue, blue gaze shining back at her. She had the feeling they'd wished for the exact same thing…many more years of holidays like this.

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The blessed feeling carried over to the family dinner the next day. Sitting at the head of the long table in the dining room of a home of her very own – hers, Henry's and Killian's – the first time she'd ever had such a thing, Emma felt as though the whole scene was bathed in some sort of golden light, like she was living inside a perfect Norman Rockwell painting. The table surface was packed, crammed, overloaded with food – from the golden brown, crisp-skinned, turkey and their perfectly toasted, flaky butterhorns to Regina's apple dumplings, green beans, noodles, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. The ten-year-old foster child inside her nearly drools at the bounty, never quite able to banish the breakfasts, lunches, and dinners missed, the times she had sat alone in some cafeteria, eyes fixed on the food other students carelessly tossed in the bins which she would have loved to have while she had been packed nothing to eat and had no money to buy even a carton of milk, of the times she had gone to bed in a rickety bunk, stomach growling and unable to stop fixating on those cabinets full of snacks that were off limits. Seeing Henry to her right, Emma ruffled his hair affectionately for just a second before he turned to grin at her proudly. He was clearly as pleased as she was that their time spent cooking the previous evening had given them this much to show for it. Moreover, she could only rejoice that he had never known the lonely, starving days she had, and the fact that neither she nor Killian ever would again.

She gave her father a nod of confirmation where he sat at the other end of the table, leading him to grin widely, the warm look of love and happiness on his face making her feel even more that this moment really was all she had been missing – all she had ever wanted – all those years she spent alone. As David stood to carve the turkey and Snow alternated between beaming up at her husband proudly and passing the plates now loaded up with juicy slices of turkey down the table, Emma squeezed Killian's hand with her left, and he cut a knowing glance at her, showing clearly that he understood and felt it too.

Beside Henry sat Belle, then Snow, and across from Henry were Regina, Robin, and Roland. It would seem that their family continued to grow and warmly open to welcome into its circle anyone with nowhere else to belong on this day meant to be spent with loved ones. As she had wished for that very thing each holiday season for 28 years, Emma could think of no better nor more heroic thing for her family to do.

Once everyone had been served – both turkey and all the other dishes filling the long table – Killian stood with raised glass, even as Emma tapped her spoon against her own to garner everyone's attention for him. "A toast, mates, if I may," Killian announced jovially in that rich, enticing voice. Emma shivered slightly at the way its tones thrilled through her, though trying to give no outward sign; she would gladly listen to him read the ingredients of the box for the stuffing, but she knew everyone else was hungry and ready to dig in, so her heart swelled just that much more when the others around their table dutifully paused and turned to listen to him with genuine interest and agreement.

"I daresay I shan't keep us from this delectable feast for long," her pirate intoned, "but I have more to be grateful for this year than I have ever possessed in my ridiculously long life, and my thanks must be offered…"

He paused, meeting the eyes of each of those gathered around the table briefly, and then continued with a fervent tone which came out sounding a bit choked with emotion. "When I first arrived in this realm, still lost in my bitterness, anger, and thirst for revenge, I could not have imagined a day like this, full of peace, love, and gratitude. Emma, Love, when you offered me the chance to join you and be a part of something, and we undertook that desperate quest to Neverland, the idea that we could come to belong to each other as we do now, that you would hold my heart in your very palm, or that I would find myself with a true family again, seemed inconceivable. Yet, I am so glad you gave me that last chance, like a line thrown in the drink to a drowning man. It saved my life, turned me back around to the man I once meant to be. My thankfulness to be here with all of you today cannot be adequately expressed." He swallowed hard, dipped his head, and then took his seat again. "You have all blessed us with your presence at our table."

"Cheers!" everyone else agreed, raising their glasses to clink with each other around the table, several other eyes misty and voices husky with feeling besides their captain's. Emma blinked quite a bit herself, glancing around at their motley crew.

Her fingers reached across to trail lightly over Killian's shoulder, stroking his back soothingly for a few moments and then rising to delve playfully into the dark hair at the nape of his neck. Brushing gently through the soft strands, Emma smiled affectionately as his head inclined slightly toward her, thinking humorously that if he were a cat, her sailor would be nearly purring in contentment right now. This moment deserved to be captured – preserved – in her mind forever; she couldn't feel any more stuffed with grateful satisfaction.

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It was nearly midnight when the last of their guests had been seen to the door and out into the chilly dark of Storybrooke's nighttime streets. Henry had gone with Regina; they had a tradition of shopping, followed by decorating the mayor's mansion for Christmas, and then capping the evening off with homemade apple turnovers running over with icing on their day after Thanksgiving. Emma marveled at Henry's blithely forgiving ability to still eat the things with relish after nearly dying from one bit of just such a poisoned pastry also made by Regina long ago. Still, she couldn't deny she was also glad to have her pirate to herself this night – a true quiet moment for the two of them.

They were curled around each other on the couch in the living room, watching flames crackle merrily in the fireplace, feet up on the coffee table, each of them enjoying a sweet taste of leftover pumpkin pie.

"Open up, Darling," Killian urged, fork upraised to her lips with a piece of sticky filling and flaky crust adorned with the sweet white topping she loved. Emma really didn't need him to feed her, but she playfully went along with his gesture and hummed in pleasure when the flavors exploded on her tongue.

"Mhmm, really good," she mumbled, her mouth still full, but nodding her head and moving to get a piece on her own fork and return the favor for him.

Killian's deep, reverberating chuckle stopped her though, and he leaned forward just enough to wrap his lips around the tip of her nose, licking off the bit of whipped cream he'd gotten on her moments before. It was a mostly innocent gesture, but his proximity, the warmth of the near kiss, and the fact that they were truly – finally – alone, relaxed, and had nowhere else to be, had her heart hammering triple time as she sat up quickly, unfolded her legs and pulled him up with her.

"Come on, Pirate," she spoke a little breathlessly, a devilish gleam in her eyes, "we can finish this later."

It didn't take him long to catch on and follow her eagerly, still chuckling with his hand in hers, as she picked up the can of whipped cream from the coffee table where she'd placed it earlier and hurriedly pulled him upstairs.

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[hoebaring]

Open Books (49) | Kim Namjoon

Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it’s dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word Count :- 1.2k words

I'm back y'all!

Masterlist   Previously  To be updated next Monday

~Their Experience : Their Truth~

Y/n has always thought of being "in love" as more than just an emotion.

She's always adored how people refer to the sentiment as if it were a place.

As if it were somewhere one could live.

As if it were home.

It's been a few months since they had uttered those sacred words to each other, raw and true passion evident behind the teary-eyed iris', confirming with each other that the comfort they felt only seemed to grow with each passing day.

That day was an eye-opener for them. 

It showed them that... love isn't always pretty, and that to be able to get through the ugly times together, to strive for survival without giving up and losing faith in their truth would only serve to mold their relationship into one with rock solid foundation of unbridled value and respect.

It also showed them that this wonderfully passionate emotion comes with a very intimate responsibility. That is, to keep the other's heart safe.

This responsibility can, at times, prove to be quite difficult to keep, especially when one feels the urge to protect themselves first.

However, they learned that it is alright to want to keep themselves safe too, not from each other, but, from certain emotions that may not exact to what we call 'pleasant'. After all, what they had gone through, (which a small part of them still is) isn't something that one can just pass by without ups and downs.

However, that is a part of life. The feelings of 'what if', and 'maybe', keep us going. The never ending struggle keeps us sane. It shows us that to live, rather than merely exist as mortal beings on this earthly plane, a few unpleasant emotions are but natural. And to truly experience all pleasantries that life has to offer, to truly appreciate them, one must get through those bad times.

Why? you might ask; The answer is simple. The art of appreciation is one that comes with longing and healthy desire.

That day was more than just an eye opener for them. It was a loud promise in hushed whispers that they wouldn't hide themselves when in pain because of the other. It's unfair that they laugh together, but cry alone. 

And this promise shines through every fiber of their being, becoming their guiding light into the world of unknown that's waiting for them.

That day, that hour, that mere moment was enough to convince them that they give each other enough hope to live with grace even whilst being caught amidst a strong mind, and a fragile heart.

However, it hasn't been as easy to convince the man responsible for the 'commotion'. The one who stands with his amicable face and stout belly, patting Jimin's back fondly, praising the group for how well of a job they've done. 

They've just finished recording the demo for their first sample song, and Bang Si Hyuk couldn't be any happier with how far they've come.

They were due for their debut in a few months, and Y/n is ecstatic! Namjoon can see it too, for her eyes say it all as they warp into crescents as pretty as the moon itself, her smile brighter than the celestial object's rays on a luminous night.

They've come a long way.

A lot has happened over the past months :

Y/n's acceptance as a candidate for the next academic year's profile under both psychology and creative writing in Oxford beside Ji-Hoon (much to Namjoon's adorable envy with regards to the senior).

The launch of her website with the help of her wonderful mentor.

Bo-ra's crucial role as speaker in her department's art exhibit this month.

Namjoon and the group's steady growth towards near perfection that is enough to put a mark on the calendar, to put a steady pin on the day that will mark their well earned opportunity to finally lift off into the sky that they oh so desperately want to soar in, with wings that will no doubt, tremble with equal excitement every time that they do.

Y/n can't seem to take her gaze off of him as she leans against the doorway, a fond smile on her face as she watches him hug Bang Si Hyuk tight as the older man pats him on the back for a job well done. 

Oh, how her mind reels with joy at the thought. Nothing, not even the mischief that his bandmates indulge in can seem to help tear her gaze away from Namjoon. No. Her eyes have zeroed in on him, for she can't imagine a day when she could get enough of the silly boy.

He's come so far! And there's no where to go but farther.

And as he moves to walk towards his group to join in on the chit chatter, her eyes meet the producer's, and her heart seems to stutter. With a silent nod of his head, he simply gestures towards Namjoon with an assuring smile. That says it all. That's all that's needed to be said. For months now, they've been trying to convince the cheery looking man that being together will not affect Namjoon's career.

That they were responsible. That they could be strong for each other. At first, Namjoon felt.. guilty. Insecure. He felt guilty for putting her through all this. She doesn't deserve to be put to test by a random stranger that hasn't witnessed how strong of a character she has, how strong of a person she is. She's proved it time and again, to herself. Why is it that she has to it again all simply because of his career?  And that guilt and insecurity tampered with him for a few days, and consequently, her. It made him feel like he didn't deserve to be around her. The guilt consumed him.

Y/n, on the other hand, did everything she could to try and help make him feel secure again. She tried. A bit too much. She started overcompensating for everything, and soon, they didn't know how to act around each other. A few days passed by, and the minute they realized how.. awkward they got around each other, they broke down. 

They couldn't afford to lose what they had. That it was beginning to get awkward hinted right to that, unfortunately.

So, they pulled themselves together, talked it out, and got to see each other's perspective with the.. issue, on hand.

From there on, things got easier. Maybe not easier, per se, but, it definitely got effortless. They were back to normal. They were back to feeling comfortable, truly loved and appreciated.

Si Hyuk had been mindful of them. Of how their relationship affected Namjoon. Not just with regards to his career, but in a personal manner too. You see, he'd grown closer to the group of boys he'd take under his guidance, and, he could see that the couple bought out the best in each other, and those around them. That was enough reason for him.

Y/n breaks into a huge smile, cheeks hurting from how genuinely happy she is. She simply mouths out a 'thankyou', and he nods his head, returning the pleasant smile. Oh.. this is wonderful!  "Joon!" She calls out with a gleeful smile, waving. His head whips around almost immediately, and he seems to glow happier than he was, if that is even possible. He's quick in his stride as he happily waltz' over to her, and before she can comprehend it, he's scooping her up in his arms, a happy little twirl following it as she squeals, surprised, the butterflies in her stomach all but consuming her. He knows too. She can tell. The the way he stares into her eyes with nothing but love and adoration as he gently tucks away the hair that curtains her face timidly, the hushed laughter that accompanies the kiss they share, the comfort in knowing they'll be around each other, for each other, says it all.

This is their story. It's their experience. It's their truth. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

[troubledodyssey]

My piece for The She-Ra Fluff Bang! Glimmer and Bow tending to a very sick Catra.

While Adora is away on a mission, Glimmer and Bow are tasked with caring for (and comforting) a distraught Catra as she deals with her first battle after the war: the flu.

Sniffle by @itsmostlyshe-ra! Read here

[edamame-art]

spinnetossa!!!

(i was gonna add some more characters to the background but i didn’t want it to be too crowded--)

[crispy-bean]

“They stay, side-by-side, picnic food abandoned in front of them, for a moment that seems at once like an eternity and a split second.”

I had the wonderful opportunity to draw a scene from mending (an afternoon away) by @experimentaldragonfire for the @sherafluffbang! this fic is so soft and so sweet, and makes my little heart feel so full. go read it!!!!!

[shinpoochy]

my piece for the she ra fluff bang! 

based off of the lovely fic by @rinasong (ao3), i drew some roadtrip seamista and it was an absolute blast. 

read the fic here!

check out the fluff bang collection here!

@sherafluffbang

[meygi]

Shooting Star

This is my first participation on the @sherafluffbang​ !

Based on the @leniiva​ fic that you can found on AO3 please go and read it! it’s super fun and cute and so light to read!! I really love the prompt and the fic met all expectations!

[cherrycatkyo]

Some sketches and a cover for @americanhoney913 's story!! This was SO fun to read and draw for!! Please go check it out!!!

[morbidbeauty]

OK, so... I finally figured how to properly tag! I’m definitely gonna rant since I can now! >:D So... story time? TL;DR: I was very happy and inspired when Noelle & Co.’s take on Entrapdak ending... aaaaaand have been reading the superb @spacebatisluvd​ Drabbles and the way they fleshed out the relationship of this weird Family, and how they care and rely for each other...   ..."Friends are the Family that we get to choose", they say. But, I personally feel that for Hordak it was backwards. After all, I like to think that not only Entrapta, but Imp and WH as well chose to love Hordak back? Because he already knew how to love and devote, he only needed to love the people who loved him back... And that rings true for all the crew, and it warms my heart.  Thus the name “The Family that chooses You“, because I’m corny like that... Ocasionally... 

[wolflarkart]

Kitty Cuddles

Adora’s so lucky to have two big kitties who love her lots!

[electrocatt]

Finally finished my piece for the she-ra fluff bang! I was partnered with @clexa-15 to make a drawing to go with their amazing fic, which you can read right here!

[frippydesh]

I never post on here but this is my piece for the she-ra fluff bang!!! (@sherafluffbang)

I drew this for @princessspacelesbians​ ‘s extremely cute fic (read here)!

because if catra fits she sits.

[drtoof]

For the She Ra Fluff Bang 2020

Personal Prompt: Rain

We see rain only once throughout the show, and the episode had some very high tension. I wanted to do a quick scene of the simple comfort of hot drinks and listening to the perfect sound of rain.