“I am scared to lose you, when we have finally found each other.”

-Quote from my fav fanfic ever exist, and I've applied it to all my ships ever since <3

hums put on your sunday clothes the whole time while drawing them

All but a voice crack

Words: 1.4k Notes: not a lot of tickling sorry :( just fluff, and this performance, I love them. T/w: No restraints, just fluffy tickles today.. Depressing topics Lee: Jeongin Ler: Bangchan

Jeongin hated himself. Shrouded in a pit of self-hate, Jeongin could proudly announce to his members he hated himself. Tendrils of doubt and worry tugged and pulled at his aching muscles, dragging him down into an abyss of hatred for himself that made his skin crawl and burn endlessly with scars. His throat was absolutely hoarse from the continuous practice on his vocals, but he couldn't stop practicing, he couldn't...

He couldn't let his members down again.

Another high note missed, another hit to his face. The poor maknae had covered himself in tiny bruises and cuts all over that once porcelain smooth skin of his bright smile, washed away as he shredded his voice to pieces to every note he failed to reach. If only the fox could understand that mistakes weren't his everything, that he was good enough for the team.

"Why can't I do it?! Stupid voice crack, stupid voice, stupid..." Jeongin cut himself off with a whimper, sinking to the floor. Tears of absolute agony streamed down his face, wailing like anyone would save him from the whirlpool of self-doubt that drowned him, scalding his lungs to allow no cry of help to escape him.

"We're going to get ice cream wanna- Hey hey, what's happening?" The leader waltzed into the practice room with a soft smile humming a track to a song they made, along to come face to face with the sobbing fox, who was curled up onto the floor in a feeble attempt to hide his sorrows. Bangchan rushed to Jeongin's aid in a heartbeat, and in the blink of an eye the maknae was cuddled up onto the older's lap, arms wrapping around his throbbing torso from the lack of rest, mentally and physically.

"I'm sorry hyung...I made us get last place, I'm sorry, so sorry..." The youngest sobbed into the oldest shoulder, sniffling and babbling pleas of apologies. No matter how much stays or the members themselves would try to convince the poor boy that having voice cracks were natural and nothing was his fault, that his voice going off pitch slightly only added into the emotion of the song, meant to display the amount of hard work went into it, Jeongin could never bring himself to believe it.

To make matters worse, after his mistake they were placed last by the judges, presuming the voice cracking matter was a serious issue that needed to be worked and fixed for their future performances. It just welled the hole deeper, letting the fox latch onto that idea he wasn't good enough, his vocals weren't good enough, nothing he ever did was good enough for the team, nor himself. It led to never ending practices that made his bones break, made his stomach bend inside out and caused his throat to run drier than the Sahara desert, wanting to improve himself to consider his insecurities fixed, but it never worked. If anything it only fuelled that motivation to strive for new heights, which meant more practice, which meant less time for a break till he broke.

"No, it's not your fault, don't say such mean things about yourself." Bangchan interrupted Jeongin's train to hell with the thoughts that ate up his insides, tutting at the insecurities that dare haunted his dear baby. Chan raised a hand to wipe away the tears that stained those cute cheeks now ruined with his wrong words, never should've been said, much less the maknae who worked his heart, soul and blood out for their Kingdom performance, no one would ever press on the fox's mistakes, much less one so miniscule.

The leader winced feeling the bruises and bumps of the small cuts, feeling the worry and sadness that washed over him that he himself couldn't notice and stop the maknae from spiralling into a pit of self-harm and toxic comments that he spat out as 'motivation', which really only acted on the want to further harm himself to do better. Jeongin sniffled and shuffled in Bangchan's lap when his delicate injuries were met with the warmness that was the Aussie's hand, the feeling of comfort despite the overwhelming pain that came with it that his wounds were finally being tended to after his hope that he would be saved was numbed after cruel hours of self-harm.

"Why did you do this? A pretty face ruined to your comments that will never be true..." Chan hummed softly, trying to hide his own guilt watching Jeongin be covered in scars he failed to notice, it hurt him as much as it hurt himself, if only the fox could realise it sooner.

"B-But I.." Jeongin was cut off completely when he felt fingers slip under his shirt to squeeze roughly at his side, which stuck out giving him being cradled in the leader's lap, squealing loudly. He snaps his head up to meet Bangchan's gaze as his eyes were cloudy with tears, now full of confusion on why he was suddenly tickled. Chan's eyes remained closed, as if a statue was there to take care of his baby as a smile was plastered onto his face, quiet and still.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong..." Bangchan whispered lovingly, a hand going up to undo any knots that were in the maknae's hair, soothingly working it out as his fingers weaved and played with his hair to calm the maknae's stressed nerves down slowly.

"Your voice was absolutely heavenly, it would've melted anyone's hearts, and that's why stay adored it so much, voice crack or not." Jeongin opened his mouth for a protest, but when the fingers under his shirt went to scribble at the fox's tummy, the manicured nails gliding smoothly over that soft ice cream like tummy. He burst into sweet giggles, a red hue taking over his cheeks now, not from the tears he shed, but now from the comfort that gave him a sense of closure.

"It was like a melody that serenaded us to dance along, anyone who heard it in real life would've fallen for you, and that's why I chose you." Bangchan cooed, before shifting his fingers out of his shirt to grasp the maknae’s fingers gently, feeling around the cold hands that were used to abuse his own skin, Bangchan never felt worse of how he let this happened. Which is why he wasn’t never going to let it happen again, those same fingers tracing delicate hearts into Jeongin’s palm, as if his finger was a pencil drawing masterpieces into the boy’s palm.

“Hyuhuhung! P-Plehehehease!” The maknae whined and begged under the soft tickles and hair scratching, but couldn’t help but melt under the gentle sensations. The tips of his ears burned red at the show of affection, snuggling his face into Chan’s tummy as his hands were taken up for ‘torture’, which was really just a method to cheer the boy up from his self-doubt and dread.

“Please what? Tell you how much you’re loved? Tell you how smooth your vocals are that it lifts anyone’s spirits or brings them to tears?” The leader chuckled at the youngest sweet giggles, if he could he would cherish like time would never stop, like the sands of ticking hourglasses would stop for Bangchan just to admire that smile contrasted to the scars on his face and his heart. The tips of Jeongin’s ears burned a Cherry red at the barrage of compliments that rained on him, wanting to cover his ears to evade what he thought wasn’t true, what he thought was just a fabricated lie to cover his actual poor skill.

But he couldn’t, not with the soft tracing that kept him giggling, not with the hand in his hair smoothing it out to soothe him, not with the warm smile on his hyung’s face that welcomed all the tears and sorrows that he wanted to pour out from his shattered heart. Any thoughts of him doing poorly in his kingdom performance were gone, replaced with the fluffy and soft feelings of the firm compliments that patched up the cracks in his heart.

He didn’t even notice the tickling stopped, his eyes drooping close from the tears he shed and the exhaustion that overtook him from the practice he forced upon himself, cuddling up closer into the leader’s lap to feel more comfortable. To say Bangchan’s heart melted into a puddle of goo was an understatement, biting back the want to scoop up the fox and kiss him just about a thousand times, so he wouldn’t disturb the sleep he desperately needed.

Safe to say they definitely got ice cream after that, with Jeongin having that permanent mischievous smile again, the members are now sure to baby their maknae much more after all…

That was everything but a voice crack that day.

‘Can’t sleep either?’

Sirius raises an eyebrow looking at Harry who stood by the kitchen door in his mismatched pyjamas. The water boiling inside the kettle a white noise in the silent night.

Harry shakes his head, eyes low and fists clenched.

‘Sit,’ his voice is gentle and Harry, still silent, walks straight to the dining table and pushes back a chair. ‘Want some tea?’ Harry doesn’t respond and, had it been anybody else, Sirius would have felt annoyed by now.

But nightly encounters with his godson had become way too frequent after the war, and Harry barely uttered any word when wandering about the house after waking up, after the war.

Sirius can’t help but notice a shiver pass through his body.

‘You’re shaking, Haz, want me to fetch you a warmer blanket?’

Harry shakes his head again, eyes far away as he stares at the marble of the table.

‘I’m always cold. After the… I feel so cold. All the time.’

Sirius clicks his tongue and nods. The silence hangs heavy in the air as he pours hot water into two cups. He lets the teabags steep and takes particular care to add warm milk and honey to one cup. The one he slides to Harry.

‘Drink some of this, it’ll put colour in your cheeks.’

Harry nods and Sirius runs a hand first though his hair and then over his face. He had just handled both the kettle and the cups, his hands were warm.

What he would do, to give Harry all the warmth he had inside.

I so loved your latest fic! Thank you for sharing it with us!

One of my favorite things that jumped out is when Carlos is talking about his meal planning and prepping and then thinks he's being too much and rambling, and yet TK is just smiling and listening to every word he says and even asking his own questions because he's Listening. *sigh* It made me emotional along with Carlos. It's one of my favorite headcanons about them, that they both worry they're being too much for the other sometimes, and yet the other one is just watching them or listening with heart eyes and heart ears because they are literally each others favorite person. 🥺😭

hi anon! this is so sweet, thank you for reading and for coming over here to send this message of what jumped out at you 💕

it's one of my favorite headcanons too, they're just so delighted by each other. as you said, literally each other's favorite person. i definitely feel like it goes both ways, i'm very attached to my headcanon that tk often lacked that person growing up, someone that was so delighted to just truly listen to him (see owen and gwyn when he tries to talk to them in 2x04, not meaning to, but making it all about themselves). he has so many huge feelings and thoughts on everything and i love the idea that carlos is so happy to sit and listen to him ramble and hang onto every word (see 2x07 and the thing with nancy).

and on the flip side, carlos sort of silencing himself, thinking what he had to say was unimportant or boring or anything of the sort, growing up just not feeling comfortable in getting to ramble about the things that interest him and nerd out (not necessarily because anyone made him feel that way, my hc for carlos is that he interprets peoples' words and actions to mean that) and with tk he's just....he's overwhelmed at first by how tk hangs onto his every word and finds the things that he thinks are dumb or boring or he would usually keep quiet about so unbelievably interesting. they are so heart eyes, fully obsessed with each other and it makes me emotional too

Where do you see yourself in the future? Fuck, straight to the hard stuff. In the future, I see myself with you. You said you wouldn’t try to convince me. I’m just answering as honestly as I can. Call me an imbecile, naive, an idiot... call me whatever you want. But the only future I want is one where I'm with you.

THE CARLA & SAMUEL SHORT STORY PREMIERED ONE YEAR AGO TODAY!

IT WAS SO FUN

I AM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

beiguang for that ship bingo?

Oh anon you are SPOILING me with this one:

I don't talk about them because I don't talk Genshin on here but I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. They are EASILY the Genshin ship ever <3333 like probably one of the few I truely care about but like the flavor? The character interactions we've had? THE FACT THEY FLIRTED WITH EACH OTHER? "Only a true treasure captures the eye of captain Beidou, seems I've struck gold with this one" KILLS ME EVERY TIME THEY'RE SO GAY!!! And like the funniest thing about them is how they pretend to dislike each other and they do the whole "oh she annoys me so much 🙄" and then they say shit like that to each other. I fucking adore them and I hope we get more scenes with them together because <3333

Opla cast recreating the vol 11 cover !!

percy jackson quoting ROMEO AND JULIET at annabeth chase I'm literally going feral right now all my life has led to this moment

imagine ur garthy o’brien, just trying to fuck this hot ranger you met at your brothel that you own, except her teenage kids/wards/bosses keep knocking on the door to your bedroom and interrupting you guys and THEN you learn that she’s actually in a committed relationship but didn’t tell you, so THAT sucks but THEN one of the teens comes and finds you in the middle of the night yelling about how his friend is gone and they can’t find him and he might be in danger, so you help him teleport to his friend, and then when they all get back, looking extremely upset and dejected, you apologize to the ranger’s daughter for making her feel uncomfortable by fucking her mother and in the process SHE reveals to you that her mom’s boyfriend is actually this really cool werewolf guy that you KNOW and have fucked on multiple occasions

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

The way that Percy looks at Annabeth when she admits to stealing Hermes keys 🥹

He’s so impressed. Not just because of her skills, but because she stole from one of the gods.

Annabeth is only just starting to break away from the unwavering adherence to the rules of respecting the gods. The first time we saw her do that was talking back to Hephaestus in Episode 5, when Percy was frozen in gold. He’s never seen her willingly do something that could be counted as disrespectful to the gods and he’s so proud of her for it.

the thing about disco elysium is that it has women in it. what you see on the internet about it might lie to you about that but it has women, gay women even, very compelling women even, in it.

I know the episode just dropped for most people but I can guarantee not enough people are talking about the fact that ALICE DID NOT DENY IT

Teddy said “you know it’s cool if you’re still in love with him” and she doesn’t deny it. Sarcastic Alice who jokes about everything, jokes about Sam being pathetic, and says she runs on spite and coffee and chaos generally makes jokes about not having feelings, DOES NOT DENY it

Thinking about how in the first episode Alice says “it isn’t too awkward working with an ex?” but in episode 6 Sam says “it’s the same place you hid things when we were students”, not “when we were dating”. Thinking about how Alice said “don’t you want Celia to go with you” and Sam said “we’re not there yet” and Alice said “are we?” and Sam says “We used to be.”

God what happened to them?