#tnx scenarios

[strayfics]

[TNX] YOU KISS THEM OUT OF THE BLUE

♡ bulletpoint reaction ♡ gender neutral reader ♡ fluffy fluff ♡ for more tnx content follow me on @woo-kyungjun!

TAEHUN:

This boy will look at you with the biggest smile on his face and stars in his eyes.

He’s only mildly surprised.

Even if he wasn’t expecting it, it feels like a natural way to call his attention, so he just turns to you like, “Yes, do you need something?”

This reaction either backfires on you because you end up blushing and melting, or this is just a very casual and lovely moment between the two of you.

“No, just wanted to kiss you.”

He then pulls you into his arms and gives you a kiss on your temple.

KYUNGJUN:

Literally jumps out of his skin if you kiss him out of the blue, it’s very very bad for his poor heart.

He barely even registers that you kissed him and that your lips were on his skin.

Will start whining because 1) you just gave him a heart attack, 2) he’s embarrassed, 3) you are laughing at him instead of feeling sorry.

“Next time just ask me when you want to kiss me, like a normal person!”

“Okay. Can I kiss you?”

*blushes furiously* (the answer is yes, it’s always yes)

HYUNSOO:

He may or may not lets out a high pitched scream.

Then he’s clutching his chest and panting dramatically, complaining that you surprised him.

But also, he has a big grin on his face that’s impossible to wipe off.

He demands that you need to make up for his shock by giving him more kisses!

This somehow ends up turning into the both of you giggling because apparently your kisses are tickling his face and you have to laugh because he’s laughing too.

You two end up in a big tickle fight, it’s really wholesome.

JUNHYEOK:

He will just blink up at you curiously, silently asking what you’re up to.

When you smile at him innocently, he holds out his arm and does grabby hands while saying, “Come here.” in the cutest way humanly possible.

When you get close, he takes your hand and pulls you close.

It’s cuddling time now!!

I feel like he’s a very cuddly boi so it’s always cuddling time when you have nothing better to do.

You chat about this or that in low voices, giving each other a few more pecks, you two maybe even fall asleep on the couch.

HWI:

“Hey!” He glares at you when you give him a surprise kiss.

Not because he didn’t like it, because he’s trying to hide how flustered and embarrassed he is.

Unfortunately, he can’t control the way it seems like the warmth of your lips is seeping through his skin and makes his face feel like it’s on fire.

Yes, he’s blushing and tries very hard not to smile.

Intended angry grumbling turns into cute whining.

Kiss him again and he will just sigh and give up.

SUNGJUN:

He gasps a little because you caught him off guard but he doesn’t dislike it.

Actually, quite the opposite, he really wants you to give him more kisses and you’re really cute so he wants to kiss you too.

However, he’s a manly man so he can’t possibly just ask, that would be so embarrassing.

So the only solution is obviously to start teasing you!

“Oh, I didn’t know you wanted to kiss me so bad~”

You would try to deny it by saying that you just wanted to surprise him but too late, now he’s kissing you all over your face.

[avochele]

I don't understand but I love you.

Request: TNX's reaction to you speaking in your native language - @dangerousmoonkitten

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warning: none (please tell me if there are any, so I can add them)

Tags: fluff

note: i'm sorry for letting you guys wait for so long for an update. i'm in my finals right now and didn't really feel motivated to write. i hope you like it and don't always take life too seriously you guys.

STREAM FUEGO

Taehun

The both of you are invited to your cousins birthday. So it was no surprise that at some point you started speaking in your native language with your family. Taehun was amazed by the speed with what you started translating for him. At one point he stopped listening to your translations by how much he was admiring you. You teased him about it later.

Kyungjun

You were talking to one of your friends over the phone, when he heard you. He was confused at first because he didn't know if you were speaking in english or in your native language. You were in fact speaking both. You were sitting in the kitchen while he was laying on the couch with his laptop in front of him. So in order to be able to listen to you he turned his music on his headphones down. He loved listening to you speaking in your native language.

Hyunsoo

Your date had been crushed by your mom asking if you could babysit your babysister. So now the two of you were sitting on the floor, trying to entertain a toddler. At some point you had switched to your native language to talk to your sister. Since then Hyunsoo has been sitting on the floor with a toy in his hand just looking at you with sparkling eyes. You excused yourself for a second to get you something to drink. „Your pretty“ he suddenly hears in broken korean from your sister. He smiles at her. His date didn't get ruined at all.

Junhyeok

You were watching a series in your native language and you just couldn't get over how oblivious the main character was. You talked to your friend about it before, and now you started recording a voice message to said friend with Junhyeok listening in on it. You were talking fast and he had no clue what you were talking about. But he knew that it was the prettiest thing he had ever heard. (Next to your laugh and voice in general.) „What?“ you asked as you finished, you had caught him starring. „Nothing.“ he says. Little did you know his heart was racing.

Hwi

Your grandparents had invited you to dinner, forcing you to bring your boyfriend with you. So now you were sitting at the table with an enormous amount of food infront of you. Your grandpa had started to talk to Hwi in a very broken Korean, leaving you to talk to your grandma. As the hours passed Hwi started to listen to your conversation. He understood not even half of it but just listening to you made his day better. He made a mental note to learn your language later.

Sungjun

Being bilingual isn't easy sometimes and Sungjun completely understood that. But when you just started talking to him in your native language he didn't quite know what to do. So he just let you talk. Even though he didn't understand a word. He was always fascinated at how well you spoke both languages. “It would be great if you could say everything one more time in korean.“ You stopped smiling. You swear you saw him on Duolingo a few days later.

[onewmin]

the perfume on the shelf. pt. 7 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, angst, profanity, everyone cries, mentions of sex, mommy and daddy issues (the reader has both), the mcs don’t hear each other and are unable of normal communication, both Chan and the reader are mentally unstable and have major trust issues, typos, a slight Taylor Swift reference (yes, again). Mind you, these two are grown adults, who are unwilling to find a compromise and communicate, putting the blame onto each other. No one is right and no one is wrong (kind of). What I wanted to say is that this is a description of an unhealthy relationship and it’s bad for both of them (but more for the reader) ok tnx for coming to my ted talk

Author’s note: this is the shortest part so far, cause I felt like this chapter should only revolve around the main conflict. This is a breaking point for both of the characters, so tell me what you think of it so far!!

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 6 | Part 8

“What? Why would you say that?”

With your back facing him, you swore you could see the atrociously saddening expression he wore on his face. That was heartbreaking, wasn’t it? Harsh words barked at him so abruptly he couldn’t even fathom them, unexpected, right, Chan? It’s not like he had done something similar, yeah?

“You fucked it up, that’s why”, ouch.

To Chris, it seemed as if he was seeing a completely different person, not you, not the you he was so used to. The caring you, the you that was smiling and asking him about his day, the girl that would hold him tight whenever he felt bad. He’d never heard you say things like that, things that would actually hurt him. But wasn’t he the first to shove his thunderous inability to demonstrate human emotions down your throat?

“I know”. His wobbly voice made your turn around to face him yet again. Glistening cheeks, arms crossed at his chest, wrapped in an unsuccessful attempt to hug himself. You hated seeing him like that, knowing you were the reason he was audibly sobbing. “I know I fucked up”, Chris muttered through his cries, “I know I did. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I don’t-”, he took a breath only to let out a heavy sign, resulting in another weep.

He stood there, right in front of you, silently begging to take a step further. And his figure, once of a confident man and now so small, shoulders shaking while he was wiping the running tears. His collarbone glistened too; and you could only hold back the upcoming tears, nails digging in the palms of your hands. You’d rather bleed than show him it affected you as well as it did him. But you’d rather die than admit it.

You slightly moved — automatically almost, the urge to pull him in and never let go clouding your head for a moment. You’d cry together, and then the two of you would reconcile. That’s what you wanted, right?

You stopped amid your movements, hand still reaching out to him. You wanted him for so long and when you finally had the chance to be together, he washed it down the drain.

“Why did you tell me all that, then? If you’re so sorry”.

His eyes darted to your face; you had to bite the insides of your cheeks to alleviate the lump in your throat. Chan looked defeated — eyes puffy, blood vessels in his eyes had burst making even the apples of them red; and his whole face, you saw, you fucking saw it, slightly lit up when he looked at you. Unbelievable, the thought ran through your head, how could I make Chan cry? Am I the heartless piece of shit in this scenario?

“I thought”, he stammered, “I thought it’d, uh… It’d be better for both of us”. You scanned him as if he were a criminal you were interrogating. “I’m a mess, every, uh, every girl I’m with… I always lose interest when they… When they fall in love with me, and I didn’t…” He stopped to take a breath. “I didn’t want the same… The same happening to you”.

His last words came out as a whisper, but you heard him. Loud and clear.

“I lo-“ He gulped. “I value our relationship too much to… To let it go too far and then, uh”, Chan rubbed his eyes nervously; every word seemed to come out with a lot of force. “I didn’t want our relationship to get too far and then dump you, ‘cause I fell out of love. I just didn’t want that”.

Now you were gawking at him. The tears you were suppressing so much appeared to cautiously creep up your eyes, breaking every barrier in their way. However… You couldn’t allow yourself to give in the most desirable emotions at the moment for one specific reason. And that reason was,

“What the fuck did you just say?” You almost barked.

The tone of his voice turned calmer for some reason, “I didn’t want to break your heart if it went too far”.

“That’s exactly what you fucking did!” You bawled, tears spilling from your eyes. “It went too far, are you kidding me with that “if” shit? Or”, you kept on spouting, “is having sex with your best friend a ‘norm’ to you? A daily routine?”

Chan took a step further, but you put a hand in front of you, signaling him not to even try. “I get it. Just calm down for a sec”.

Yeah, you knew you were being too loud for 2 o’clock in the morning or whatever the time was. You knew, but you didn’t care. His neighbors might as well call the police, you really couldn’t care less. You couldn’t hold back the wrath growing inside of you; it was unbearable to eat his words up and keep on going. It wasn’t possible anymore.

“Don’t fucking calm me down!” Blaring, you looked at him in awe. “What do you get? That you let this come too far, and then what? Bolted, ‘cause you’re incapable of being a decent human being?”

Chan sighed. “I didn’t bolt. I wanted to, uh… Minimize the damage. To make it less painful. I didn’t want to hurt you, ever”.

“But you fucking did!”

“Baby-“

“Don’t call me ‘baby’!” You raged. “Look at what you’ve made out of me, Chan! You hurt me, you caused me so much pain that I don’t think it can be fixed!”

Before that, before another set of his absolutely moronic confessions, Chan looked defeated because you were leaving him with no reasoning. Now he looked defeated as you spat all of the suppressed, unsaid emotions at him. He deserved to know. Bang Chan wasn’t the only person who could be brutally honest while loving the other. Allegedly loving, in his case, you thought.

“Every moment”, you wept, “every time you’d leave me, I’d cry myself to sleep ‘cause I knew you’d never, ever love me back. But then”, you chuckled, “I find out you actually have been in love with me this whole time, and the next thing you do? Throw me away”. You put the hands on the hips, head thrown back to prevent more tears from falling.

“I didn’t need your confession, I didn’t need nothing”, you resumed. “I just wanted, ugh… I just wanted, I thought my best friend would at least talk to me instead of crushing my heart”, and self-esteem. That one was wreaked as well.

“Oh, not you bringing up the ‘talk’ thing”. Did you mishear it, or was the tone of his voice quipped?

“What?” You panted.

“You, asking me to talk?” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Yeah, right. Like you’re the one to share your feelings when the time’s given”. His rant implied, no, it directly stated something. You knew what it was, but as soon as the words left his mouth, you desperately needed to hear them. As if… As if you craved a real reason to leave him. Something that would hurt you even more than his previous actions. And, goddamn, you anticipated what he had to say.

“You said it yourself, didn’t ya?” Chan leaned on the doorframe; as if he needed physical support for the next poisonous words he was going to spit. “You’re unable to express your emotions because it scares you. And you’re the one asking me to talk? Huh”, he huffed. You stood there, hands squeezed in fists, the pain of your long nails digging into the softness of your palms almost unnoticeable now.

“You told me, I remember that”, he kept on, as if he hadn’t said enough already. “You told me your worst fear was to be like your dad. But you know”, Chan moved further, the space between you only a few inches now, “you’re as emotionless as he is. Or at least, as emotionless as you painted him to me”.

The cocky look on his face, almost as he was enjoying the pain he had caused you. Your father might have been an insensitive bastard but you were not like him. Chan wasn’t wrong while saying it was hard for you to express emotions, but god, you did! You cried, you apologized, you complimented, you praised, you comforted. You were there for everyone with a mug of tea, warm hugs and cozy silence. Sure, it might seem like you were callous ‘cause you didn’t say many soothing words, and yeah, it was hard for you to express your feelings and show vulnerability, but never in a million years have you neglected any of your friends needs. Chan included, Chan, actually, atop of the list, always.

“Say something else if you’re trying to hurt me”, you blurted out even before thinking, “I’ve come to this conclusion on my own. Sorry I’m not the perfect girl straight out of your wet dreams”.

Chan let out a sigh of exasperation, hands on his hips. “You’re right, I’ve seen you…differently in my head. Guess I’ve been projecting this whole time”.

“You’re not the only one”. You took the backpack, which was now on the floor next to you, in your hands. “Could never imagine the guy I’d thought to be the best one”, you put the backpack on your shoulders, “could never imagine he’d compare me to his ex all the time”.

“And when’s that happened?” The irritated sound of his voice and the eye roll had awoken some primal desire to punch him in the face right then and there, but you kept on standing, almost froze in your place.

“Let me enlighten you”, you answered, “that when you say ‘My ex-girlfriend was so good at swimming’ to your current girlfriend, when she can’t swim, is not the greatest thing to say”.

“You were not my girlfriend”.

That’s not something you didn’t know; that’s what you’d settle in your head, clear enough to have it understood. But you never heard it from Chan. And having the words flown out of his mouth, so effortlessly and carelessly, got you physically restraining yourself from grabbing your chest, right where the heart was. ‘Cause there was a spike of pain that shot into your heart and chest, and it immediately faded into a throbbing ache, your heartbeat pulsating in your brain.

“And don’t get me started on exes”. He continued. “I’m not the one to pine over a boyfriend I broke up with years ago”.

“I-I d-don’t-“

“Yes, you do!” You flinched at the sudden raise of his voice. “You’re still wearing the fucking necklace he’s given you! Even now!” Chan took a deep breath. “You don’t wear the ring I gave you, you don’t treasure it as much as you do this, as much as you have this stupid necklace glued to your skin”.

A moment of silence between the two of you. You observed him, not recognizing the man at all. Some minutes ago you were in his bed, “I love you” whispered to you as he desperately wanted to show you it was true. But now… Seemed as if all he was trying to do was to push you even further away.

The realization dawned upon you like a heatwave. It was him, not you. He was so incapable of recognizing his own feelings that now you were the bad guy, the villain in his story. Oh god, you hoped you were. Otherwise, it’d turn out that the both of your were wrong, that both of you were the cowards who couldn’t admit their feelings and faults.

No, you could admit (some of) yours, though. You did wear the necklace with Yugyeom’s initials, however, not because you were waiting to get back with him, but for the same reason you wore the old rings of your mom’s: you liked the jewelry. There wasn’t much you could wear, as you preferred wearing the same things for years when it concerned jewelry. Goddamn it, you wore the earrings your school friend had given you on your seventeenth birthday just ‘cause they didn’t make your ears itch! It’s not like you were wearing them with a hope to reconcile a long-forgotten friendship, for god’s sake! And the ring Chan gave you? It was completely out of your personal style, not fitting any of your fingers, but what, you were supposed to tell him you didn’t like the gift he’d given? Were you supposed to throw the ring at him, saying it didn’t fit your ‘aesthetics’? For god’s sake, some men and their logic. Unbearable.

However, you weren’t willing to explain all that. Chan had already projected a possible outcome of this situation, and your interference wasn’t even necessary. No matter what you said or did, he’d find a way to blame everything on you.

“I think I got it”, you mumbled. Turning to the door to leave him for good this time, you couldn’t but point out the last thing. “D’you know what the worst part of all this?” His face didn’t give away any emotions except for extreme annoyance and anger. “I still love you, Chan. No matter what you say, I’ll still love you. ‘Cause you’re my best friend, and you always will be”.

The way you slammed the door might have demonstrated your level of rage, but you sprinted down the stairs, ignoring the elevator. Stopping at the stairwell between the fourth and third floor, just amid your way down, you gripped the railings while quietly sobbing with your eyes squeeze shut. Your phone vibrated shortly, announcing the Uber had already come, and at that same moment, you heard the loud noise up the stairs. He called out your name, simultaneously running down. Oh shit, oh no, no. You knew you’d yield to him the moment he begs for forgiveness, and you couldn’t, just couldn’t let yourself fall into that pit again. Nothing good would come out of it; so you didn’t need another second to stand and think as you scurried down the stairs, into the street, almost flying into the car. The driver seemed to read your energy; after checking your destination point, he quickly drove away.

Through the car window, as you were literally drifting away, you saw Chan run out, panting, watching the car leaving his apartment complex parking lot. You’d think about it being a scene straight out of a rom-com later. You’d overanalyze it with your therapist later. You’d cry at home in several minutes. It all would be later.

Now you stared at the early sunset through the window, as the driver steadily drove through the city. Your apartment complex was pretty far away from the central area near which Chris was living, so it took around thirty to forty minutes to get back home at night. Good. You’d watch the buildings, the trees, the parks, the rare people on the street. You’d listen to the soothing music the driver had put on and melt into it, ‘cause that music was better than Chan’s loud banging in your head.

Love is a losing game, your mother once told you. You weren’t sure if she was talking about your father or some other guy she’d lost in her younger years, but you’d listen to this advice now. You wish you could just ask the driver to change the destination, to get you to your parents’ house, so that your mom could comfort you while you’d be crying in her tight embrace. But that was Eunjoo’s mother, not yours; yours would scold you for coming that late, she would spat ‘I told you so’s’ at you, cursing you for ‘peddling’ yourself for sex, as she liked to state. She’d blame everything on you, berating you for crying, saying, “The damage’s done already, why are you crying now?” Shit, you wish your mom would let you sob in her arms and tell you she’s there with you. Holy shit, that’s the only thing you craved right now — just to be comforted by, what’s supposed to be, your closest person in the entire world.

But you were being driven home. To home where the only one to comfort you, besides your sweet cat, would be yourself. Maybe you should really call Eunjoo tomorrow. That’s too much to handle on your own; you couldn’t bear the thought of going through this alone. You needed someone to confide in, someone who wouldn’t put every action of yours under scrutiny, like your mother would.

So you texted Eunjoo, simultaneously setting the alarm to 7 A.M. You’d have around three hours to sleep, but maybe you’d nap tomorrow — it was Saturday after all.

Later. All of that later. Now it was just you and the view outside the car. You and the jungle of thoughts in your never resting mind.

Taglist:

@heylookwhoitis @amaranth-writing @itstorimf @tenshimara @whyyougottadothatbro

Fic masterlist <3

[shurisu]

Hello there! If Lync convinced Alice and asked for her help in defeating Hydron by showing and telling her about the data on Professor Clay's Alternative Weapons System and how it would destroy both Vestal and Earth, would she have been able to defeat Hydron and protect him (Lync) in NV 47? So, what could be the outcome of this scenario according to your analysis? I think Alice is hot favourite to defeat Hydron quite easily with using Chaos leap sting, destroy vanish and indigo nightmare. Tnx in advance ✨⭐

Oh hey👋🏻 I must say I love your suggestion. This would work very well in an AU. I can definitely see Alice (rightfully so) giving Lync a cold shoulder, but since Hydron is also present at the scene, she would come around and support him.Dryoid may seem to have upperhand, but having a higher power doesn't always guarantee a victory.The brawler's abilities are more important and I think Alice undoubtedly exceeds Hydron in that department. But I feel like the battle would be "Alice&Lync vs. Hydron" instead of a 1v1 so chances of victory would be even more likely. So yeah, I think mission:protect the kid would be successful, and she would even treat him with some of the soup she made afterwards 🥲

[xiaoderyy]

A KPOP SONG YOU'D LISTEN TO ON A GOOD DAY 🥹💗

[avocado-writing]

*In Jim’s voice* Hi there!

First thing’s first, can I just say how much I love your writing?

And second, idk if you write angst that’s like this, but could I request an ineffable husbands x immortal!reader where they’re together but Crowley and Aziraphale would always hide really serious and really big things from reader because they think that they won’t understand. It leads to a fight one day and Crowley says something hurtful. Reader leaves and they don’t see them for a while, which is like years considering their life span. When they meet again, reader is much more guarded around them but they eventually make up. I am craving some angst for some reason. Tnx!

Hey! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you like my stuff!

and this EXACT scenario actually happens in chapter 2 of The Light, The Dark, and the Spaces In Between! Have you read that, it might be what you’re after?

[xvxnux]

Hiii vxnus! How are u?

I'm here for the game "One Question 3 cards" if you're still doing it and are not overwhelmed by answering the questions already, I would like to join.

My question is "How can I get the best scenario in my artistic career?"

I would be immensely happy to get a glimpse of what the cards have to say :)

Tnx for hosting such a fun game! Take care of your health <3

(I apologize for any typo, as english is not my first language)

hiiii ,

anyway, i see you doing well in your artistic career, but in answer to your question: i see that the deeper you go into what you want, the better the result of your goal. use and abuse your creativity and your passion! good luck

[kpopcookie0813]

SCENARIO'S

This is the section where i add all of the scenario related stories.

NCT

Your/His name in his/your phone (2020)

If They Picked Your OOTD (Dream & Sungtaro)

WAYV

THE BOYZ

GOT7

BTS

SEVENTEEN

TXT

ENHYPHEN

SB19

BOYSTORY

ATEEZ

TREASURE

EXO

MONSTAX

PENTAGON

STRAYKIDS

EPEX

P1HARMONY

SHINEE

ACE

AB6IX

ASTRO

BAE173

VICTON

VAV

MCND

TNX

XDINARY HEROES

IKON

RIIZE

XIKERS

SF9

ONEUS

DKB

8TURN

WEI

E'LAST

UP10TION

ZB1

BOYSTORY

CRAVITY

TEMPEST

&TEAM

BE:FIRST

VERIVERY

ACTORS

SOLOISTS

[dailyinfohealth]

Drivers Jobs Online Simulator Apps on Google Play

Drivers Jobs Online Simulator – Apps on Google Play https://ift.tt/ypG4eRD Alexander Joseph De Belen Flag inappropriate Show review history The game is good. However, (1) It’s hard to control the steering wheel at high speeds even when you adjust the sensitivity. I suggest to adopt the steering mechanism of World Bus Driving Simulator. (2) The game is resource hungry plus it heats up my phone really quick even the graphics settings are all low. Overall it was a good game, still needs fixing on some areas. 80 people found this review helpful Did you find this helpful? Bon Cyril Game is good but there should be a slider pedals and there should be atleast on screen side mirrors on the right side and the seats should be adjusted too and the sensitivity should also be fixed because you have a higher chance of getting out of control during high speed driving..and there should be different weather scenarios like overcast,foggy etc. And day and night time..tnx 68 people found this review helpful Did you find this helpful? Steven Walker The game I good in vehicles an routes but could you add more though? An makeing the map a lot bigger like the actual other two games you made “world truck simulator and world bus driving simulator. That would greatly make the game more interesting but over all the hole gameplay of it is just as amazing, keep up the good work an hope their would be more updates soon 43 people found this review helpful Did you find this helpful? Source link The post Drivers Jobs Online Simulator – Apps on Google Play appeared first on Near Me. via Near Me https://nearme.center/ January 07, 2023 at 02:41PM

[avochele]

You drew stars around my scars.

Request: TNX's reaction to you drawing on your scratches - @sato-chan-2709

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warnings: scratches (NO SELFHARM) (paper scratch, cat scratches, nothing serious)

Tags: fluff

note: i find this really cute, and i kinda want to write a longer one about Kyungjun now… i think i'm biased… damn

STREAM KICK IT 4 NOW

Taehun

When he saw the tiny flower you had drawn over your papercut he immediately started adding his own tiny flowers to yours. Now whenever he sees you having a little drawing on your body he starts adding his own little doodles to them.

Kyungjun

The first time he saw you doing that, he was at first slightly confused. He started inspecting your arm, where your cat had scratched you, and where you had drawn a little whale over it. He found it really really cute and wants to draw over them for you now. You have to tell him now whenever you got a scratch. And if you don't he'll get upset and forces you to sit still while he draws a tiny cat on you.

Hyunsoo

When he got to know about your habit he started telling everybody about it, because he thougt it's just so cute. He's kind of like Kyungjun, wanting to draw over your tiny scratches. And then at some point you could have sworn you saw him with a little doodle on his arm too. He denies ever having it done though.

Junhyeok

He'd be confused at first. And when you explained to him that you drew over your scratches since middle school, he adores you even more than he already did. He just finds it so extremely adorable that, just like Hyunsoo, he goes telling all of his friends about it. He even told his parents about it.

Hwi

He would take pictures of your little drawings and shows them to basically everyone. If he would have an own Instagram account he would post them on there. He even once posted one accidentally on the official TNX account. The picture was trending for days.

Sungjun

He sees it and from then on he starts randomly drawing on you. Whenever you are wearing something that doesn't cover up your arms or legs completely you won't get away without having at least three sketches on you. He sometimes even goes as far as to draw on your belly when he gets the chance too.

[astraeakira]

tnx | the dark brings you back [woo kyungjun x reader]

✨ summary: it was kyungjun’s last day on australia as he was about to return to korea for his dream. although you had only spent some time with him as a couple, what you felt was all you need to muster up the courage of spending the night together and showing him your genuine feelings (a little angsty but more on fluff).

✨ inspiration: p nation news (4:49) / hello, this is kyung jun (0:19)

✨ writer’s note: hello! this is my first kpop fanfic so i’d really appreciate any thoughts you have about it. i also kept it gender-neutral for everyone to read. i believe this is just the third fanfic about tnx here on tumblr (please correct me if i’m mistaken) so i am quite saddened, i hope that as they grow, so will the community. anyways, i would love to accept any suggestions you have, hehe. i hope you enjoy reading!

you had been together for quite a while but it was the first time you’d be spending the night with him. kyungjun laid on the bed with his back to it, fiddling with the plushie in between his arms, eyes still haven’t looked at you ever since earlier. pushing all the thoughts you have aside, you flicked the light switch off.

“ah!” a mild shout of surprise came out of kyungjun’s throat. it was quite unusual from your calm shy boy, which elicited a question from you. “jun? you alright?”

immediately walking towards his side, you turned on the lamp from the bedside table to get a good look at him. the foam dipped as your knees met the mattress, eyes scanning his figure, searching for the cause of his surprise. however, you didn’t find any.

it has caught you off-guard but finally, for the first time that evening, you looked at each other’s eyes. there you noticed the uneasiness covering his features. after a few seconds, his gaze moved away from you. he looked at the lamp, to the side, to the plushie on his thigh. evading you again.

“what’s the matter?” you asked him another time.

“i- i was just startled. i’m… i’m afraid of the dark, that’s why. i’m sorry.”

your eyes widened at his answer. “oh! i should be apologizing, ‘jun!” you hurried to get out of the bed, about to turn the light on but he held your wrist, making you stay in place.

“the lamp is alright, y/n! just-“ you saw him close his eyes, breathing in deeply- “just stay with me, please?”

and so you stayed. you laid by his side, staring at the ceiling, arms wrapped around a plushie, mimicking him. your mind was all over the thought you didn’t know he was afraid of the dark. worse, he even chose to endure it. is he really alright? you asked yourself as you hear the deep breaths he took. you tried thinking of a solution to both your guilt and worries. you faced his direction.

“kyungjun?” your inquiry was answered by a sweet hum. knowing he was listening, you continued. “would you like to hold hands with me?”

a few seconds of silence ensued until it was broken by the ruffling sheets. he turned towards you, a little smile etched on his lips. his smile easily created your own. you offered your hands to him, which he accepted ever so timidly, slowly slipping his fingers in between yours.

“i’m glad you asked,” kyungjun replied in a whisper. he brought your hands to his face, nuzzling your interlaced fingers. “but i think this would just make me miss you even more.”

your other hand found its way to his cheek, gently caressing the skin back and forth with your thumb. his eyes were already closed but a tear still managed to escape. you wiped it away and leaned towards him, dropping a kiss on the apple of his cheek. when you found yourself unsatisfied, you dropped a few more kisses, one to his cheek, to the tip of his nose, and… you stopped.

kyungjun opened his eyes, putting your plan to an abrupt stop. the windows to his soul reflected his emotions. there was fear, there was hesitance, there was worry and that feeling which reflect yours too. why would i hesitate? you asked yourself yet again. you leaned to his face once more, closed the distance between your lips, and shared a passionate kiss.

after listening to your heart, you spoke the words it has been keeping inside. “at least i would be on your mind now and then. i’d be very happy with that. and… you’ll also get to recall how i tell you i’m always here for you and that i love you, woo kyungjun.”

it was the most memorable darkness to kyungjun, not because it was frightening—but because you were there—by his side. now, just as you wished, he gets reminded of that night almost every day. when he has nothing else to hold onto, he remembers you.

[to-fu]

i

[hammerhead-jpg]

Omg you guys are sooo mean!!! I mean after this post kody haters just won't leave me alone!! Like I'm sorry does my content just peacefully talking about kody and analysing his character trigger you???

I mean just look at all the people that are hopping on my dick just because I stated an opinion!!:

You guys are infuriating I'm currently angry

Now if this could cause the whole fandom to start making up scenarios to argue about for no reason it would be great tnx

ew, are you a Kody defender??

OK GUYYSS I'm not a Kody defender idk why you guys think that!!

Yes I like Kody he's literally so malewife boyboss cunty slay but I obviously know that the things he did were bad I have a brain!! I literally never said that the things he did weren't bad ever!

I just sometimes think people exaggerate the things he does a little bit?? Like tbf we don't know his side of the story at all... I know most people think that he did the things he did because he was lonely and miserable and wanted to be close to a person in an intimate way but instead of putting the work in and reaching out he manipulates and exploits an unknowing person and when they fight back and end up ruining his reputation therefore causing him to be even more lonely and shunned worsening his self doubt and suicidal thoughts but instead of apologizing and getting therapy he just tries to manipulate and guilt trip said person and runs away to a new academy where people will be unaware of what he's done all just because he doesn't believe he is able to be fixed.... But have you considered that he might have done it because he was just trying to do it to help them learn water magic???

And honestly you guys that are mad because he "BaSiCaLLy kiLLed a BuNch oF pEopLe" are literally SO stupid like... would you rather he just die lmao???? Like I know that if you were in that situation you probably would have killed the random bystanders with your bare hands before slicing them into bite sized pieces and feeding them to the shades so don't even try me!!!!

And it's SO annoying when you see people talking about "ohh can we talk about how Kody's actions affected FL and ended up making them blablabla" and it's like LITERALLY who cares 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Like if you're homophobic just say that pookie

Anyways if I see anyone saying anything bad about Kody I will be doxxing your address and your mother's maiden name

[uriurijihoonie]

🛡 ‘cause you’ve been hurt before, i can see it in your eyes + lee jihoon

warning: trauma caused by relationships word count: 2,198

You fully know what you went into.

Loving Lee Jihoon didn’t come easy.

Yet you still do, anyway.

You understand where he’s coming from though. He’s been lied to a lot of times, had his hopes up, was left hanging without a single word, any misfortunes he can experience as he loves, he experienced it all.

You understand his doubts and hesitance when you confessed to him, the small spark of happiness that turns to immediate fear in his eyes every time he’s with you, and how he holds back and becomes impulsive and harsh when he speaks; you were determined to change it.

You were determined to bring him back, slowly but surely.

“...Y/N? Are you listening?” You were brought back from your reverie when you heard Jihoon’s voice, at the same time his hand that was softly holding yours across the table.

Shifting your gaze from the iced coffee in front of you to his eyes, you smiled apologetically, “Sorry, Ji. I got caught up with my thoughts. What was it?”

Instead of Jihoon repeating what he was telling earlier, he asked, “Are you... are you getting tired of me?” He averted his gaze, his voice wavering which didn’t go unnoticed by your ears.

Instead of asking where’s he coming from, and why’d he suddenly thought of something like that, you held his hand tighter, your thumb softly brushing his hands, “I’ll never get tired of you, Ji. I’ll always be here for you even when you push me away, and I hope you always remember that.”

When Jihoon looks back at you this time, although it’s faint, you can see something light in his eyes, and for now, that will be enough.

--

It’s a common thing when it’s you who asks Jihoon out for dates, to hang out, or to just walk around. Yet it’s a special one when it’s Jihoon who invites you at the dorm.

For you, it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, you’re content with spending time with him, and grabbing every moment to do so.

You’re both already on the third movie of your Marvel Cinematic Universe marathon, with Jihoon already familiar with the movie, he didn’t spend much paying attention to the TV screen but instead to you, who’s too engrossed watching as you were hunched on his side.

Jihoon doesn’t help but feel guilty whenever there were times he still doubts what you feel for him despite all the things you’ve done for him, his past traumatizing experiences get him. Though the risk and his fear still holds him back, he can feel himself slowly opening up again, and it’s all because of you.

And instead of getting scared from the fast beating of his heart when he looks at you, to stopping himself when he feels butterflies when he hears your laugh, Jihoon starts acknowledging it once again.

“Thank you,” Jihoon mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder. He can feel you turn to him as you hummed.

“Thank you,” he repeated more loudly. Turning your full attention to him, you rested your head above his, “I should be the one thanking you for introducing me to Marvel--”

“That’s... that’s not it,” he mumbled once again, shifting so he can hide his face on the space between your shoulder and neck. Jihoon still has troubles speaking about his feelings, but he knows he also need to let it out. “Thank you for staying.”

Knowing what he meant, it made you smile, your hand making it’s way to his hair, brushing it gently/ “I’ll always stay with you, cutie pie,” you laughed as you heard him groan at the mention of the nickname. “You’re welcome, Ji.”

Jihoon then grabbed your free hand, tracing figures on your palm, the movie long forgotten. “Can you please wait for me a bit more?”

“Always, Ji. Always. Take all the time you need.”

--

“Just stay on the line, Jihoon.”

“What do you--”

“Okay, shut up, be quiet. Y/N’s here.” Jeonghan quickly smiled as you sat on the seat in front of him, faux annoyance etched on your face.

“Why did you suddenly decide to meet up, huh?” You told him, grabbing the menu for yourself.

“Why? Is it bad to miss my one and only favorite baby sister?” You cringed at his words, opting to throw a tissue paper at him. “Very cringe-y, oppa. And I’m the only girl younger than you that you know.”

“You’re still my favorite.”

“I’ll tell you to Chan.”

Your bickering only paused for a moment when the waiter finally fetched your orders, continuing when they left, and paused once again when your orders finally came. You and Jeonghan are close friends, you find him as someone you can really rely to as a big brother and he’s the one you often run to, especially when it’s about you and Jihoon.

“Two years, huh, Y/N? Aren’t you getting tired?” Jeonghan suddenly asked, concern laced on his voice, making you smile at him.

“Like my answers before, no, I’ll never be.”

“How about you? You should spare for yourself.”

“That’s why I’m doing this. I came prepared, Oppa.”

Jeonghan smiles at you, your love and dedication towards Jihoon makes him relieved that he trusted his younger member and brother in your care.

“I hope he sees you’re worth it, that you’re worth the risk.”

You momentarily stopped eating, thinking of the right words to say. “You know what, Oppa? I’m not really rushing him about all these, nor I’m expecting anything from him to return my feelings at all. All I want is for him to heal, to not be afraid of experiencing love again, and to be happy, even though I may never be the reason for it.” 

It’s true, though; you may love him more than anything else, but if Jihoon really doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, yet knowing he’s finally happy and not afraid to love again, you’re contented.

Jeonghan felt more relieved than ever, and he badly wants to check if Jihoon’s still on the line, heard every word you said.

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“More than you’ll ever know,” you replied, your heart feeling light and elated.

After you talked with Jeonghan, you finally left, remembering your undone works. Jeonghan immediately lit up his phone screen, smiling when he saw Jihoon’s still on the line with him.

“I don’t know what type of assurance you still need that Y/N is not like the rest, but if it’s you who messed up this time and hurt her or worse, lose her, don’t come crying at me and I’ll be the first one who’ll hurt you. You’re smart, Ji. I’m not rushing you, but I know you know what to do. Please don’t mess this up, though Y/N is fixed when she decides something, she’s still human, Ji, she gets tired.”

--

You didn’t even know when all of your university work piled up, or it’s all on your professors posting assignments over assignments and demanding an early deadline that you felt like you’re bombarded with university stuff.

With this, you have to keep on cancelling some stuff you had set up with Jihoon weeks prior, and knowing his past, you were more than honest about what you’re doing and you tried to keep up with updating him from time to time.

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:13] Jiiii, I’m sorry, I can’t meet up with you today, prof suddenly announced a make-up class on 10 :(((((

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:13] (photo attached) it’s still empty and we’re only five in here yet :< I’m really sorry, Ji

Jihoonie 💞💞 [Tue, 9:15] It’s okay. Focus on your studies first.

Jihoonie 💞💞 [Tue, 9:17] I miss you, though.

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:30] YAH JIHOONIE that’s not very good for my heart :((( <3

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:32] Ok, prof’s here, she’s early

Y/N 💛 [Tue, 9:32] ttyl ji, I miss u 2 :(( <3

-

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:21] Jiiii, I’m sorry, I can’t meet you for lunch, this horrible prof of mine just asked for my presence

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:21] okay she’s looking at me as if it’s bad to use phones

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:23] gotta go, Ji, she looks like she’ll eat me alive :(

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:24] Ji? I hope you’re not angry or upset :(

Y/N 💛 [Thu, 11:24] I love you, ttyl? :(

But Jihoon, being Jihoon, your honest reasons were being eaten up with his dark thoughts.

It’s been two weeks since you last properly saw each other, and those span of two weeks, your contact with him lessened.

Jihoon couldn’t help but get swallowed by his thoughts once again, remembering the past these things happened where he’d been ghosted for weeks, which turned to months, and finding out he was just being left hanging.

And his defense mechanism was to ignore you and shut himself; it feels like going back to square one once again.

Until Jeonghan’s words rang through his mind, “I don’t know what type of assurance you still need that Y/N is not like the rest... You’re smart, Ji. I’m not rushing you, but I know you know what to do. Please don’t mess this up… she’s still human, Ji, she gets tired.”

--

You heaved out a heavy sigh and leaned back on your couch, slightly massaging your head as you finally finished the papers you need to submit. “I’m finally done with—“

You turned towards the door; continuous knocks filled the silence of your home. Slightly annoyed at the sound, you grumpily stood up, eyebrows furrowed. “Who the heck will bother me at—“

Your eyes widened and your body system jolted when you were enveloped in familiar warmth, an all too familiar scent invading your nose as there stood Jihoon on your doorway, locking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry Y/N, please don’t leave me, please don’t get tired me…” are the only coherent sentences you heard as Jihoon deeply snuggled into your neck, continuous mumbles of ‘I’m sorry’ leaving his lips and other incoherent words.

Still in each other’s arms, you gently dragged him inside and shut your door. Despite your confusion, you hugged him back tightly and ruffled his hair, trying to calm him down.

“Calm down, Ji. What’s wrong? It’s almost midnight, you could’ve texted me or—“

“I’m ready to take this risk with you, Y/N,” Jihoon whispered. Pulling away from him slightly, you looked up at him, meeting his eyes filled with something you cannot describe. “W-What?”

“You gave me so much time for my heart, for myself to take a break. I’m sorry if I took so long to confirm my feelings, but now I’m certain,” Jihoon paused, his arms went to your cheeks from your waist, cupping it gently.

“I love you, Y/N, and it will be stupid of me to let go of someone like you. Do you… Do you still accept me?”

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, mirroring his. You feel Jihoon’s hands shaking, but not a bad type of shaking, and his eyes, still holding fear but not the same fear as before; fear of what your answer will be. Your heart feels light despite your want to cry; you’ve never been happier like this.

With your own, shaking hands, you held his cheeks, caressing it as if he’s one, fragile glass that should be taken extra care of. “Of course, Jihoon. I always tell you I’m here waiting, right? I love you too. Thank you.”

“No, Y/N. It’s you; thank you. Thank you for not giving up on me, for staying, for loving me despite of everything; thank you. And I believe it’s time for me to do the same thing to you.”

You smiled, your tears falling due to full happiness. “You don’t have to give back the same way, Ji. Just go with your own pace. Knowing that you’re here, knowing that you love me; it’s all enough.”

“I love you so much,” you closed your eyes as Jihoon held you closer, foreheads touching.

“And I love you so much, too.”

“Still, I’m one stubborn man, Y/N, I have to surpass what you did for me.”

You chuckled, “I wasn’t informed this is a competition.”

“It isn’t,” Jihoon replied, as he turned his face upwards and kissed your forehead. “But you deserve the best.”

BONUS (because I stayed up ‘til 4AM to outline this this is for myself lol just kidding)

“Are you really sure you’re going to marry me?” You looked at Jihoon from your lap, your right hand brushing his hair, while Jihoon was holding your left, the ring glistening in the sunlight as he kissed your hand.

“I’ve never been so sure, baby,” Jihoon replied, opening his eyes, meeting your gaze.

Years ago, what you saw in his eyes before were fear, hurt and doubt, and now, as he lay on your lap, hands holding each other, you were more than happy to be the reason it was exchanged with love, care, assurance and confidence, and you’re determined to keep that look on his for as long as you live.

And you’ve got plenty of time to do that.

lyrics prompt open! send in a song line + member!

[supernatural-bias]

hey! do you have anything for Ricky Goldsworth perhaps? tnx! <3

Sure! I can give you some general headcanons on this prompt, bur I went for a more self indulgent one shot. Perhaps next time submit a scenario with details or something so that way I can cater to your needs!! Hope this is good enough :D <33

The year was 1922.

His name?

Ricky Goldsworth.

And the Dimond Bay bar just downtown of New Orleans finest restaurant was where he currently resided.

Ladies dressed in the finest reds and blues would pass by him on their night out on the town, eyes flicking him up and down before biting their lip and moving on. The most they would ever get in return was a slight tip of his hat and thin lipped smile, something their faces fell into a disgruntled look at. Not used to such a reaction I suppose.

Lights of various soft yellows and oranges illuminated everyone in an angelic sort of glow. Glasses from the bar he sat at glinted. Drunked laughter of men filled the air.

Ricky had no intention of ending up like the people around him, piss drunk and throwing themself over the lap of the opposite gender. And while yes, a small gin and tonic sat chilled in his hand, it was less for a night of spirits and more for courage. A courage he had been trying to scrape together for the past hour.

Ricky Goldsworth didn't get scared. Ricky Goldsworth didn't run away. Much less from the police and that idiot C.C Tinsley they had hired specifically to put a stop to his crimes. No. Ricky Goldsworth simply didn't get scared. That's it.

But there was always a first time for anything.

You had been situated at the only exit to the crowded bar for nearly fifty minutes now eyes scanning the crowd constantly. The only break you ever took in the diligent surveillance was to pull your partner, someone he was all too familiar with, away from the drinks.

The detective badge hidden poorly underneath your deep gray overcoat had only confirmed his suspicions. That and C.C Tinsley was loitering rather uncomfortably next to you; a dead giveaway of tonight's intentions.

If Ricky belived in god, he would have thanked them for the burly man next to him concealing any glimpse of his figure that your shrewd eyes might have caught.

Being tailed by the cities police was the last thing he had planned—or wanted—tonight. A fresh kill on the streets and morning newspaper was when he decided to lay low. Play it safe. Of course that never lasted long before his knife was bloodied again.

Right now he should be holed up in his apartment on the upper east side, tie loose around his neck and raven hair falling in his eyes as he wrote a letter full of fancy loops and letters to the police, teasing them about his identity. The highlight of his week, it was, sighning the note with an elaborate R.G.

The only shred of hope he was clinging to right now was his face.

They had no idea what he looked like.

"Oh come on (Y/n). I doubt our killer is here. It was just a hunch after all. Wouldn't kill us to have a drink or two."

"Not now Tinsely." You frowned, grabbing him yet again by the back of his vest to stop him wandering off. "I have a good feeling about this tip."

"You say that everytime." The tall man groaned back.

"Remind me who found that knife in the alley last week would you C.C?"

A reluctant sigh of 'you did' came back, your stony mask cracking in the slightest bit to chuckle at your friends antics.

It had been a bit exhausting to come back from one case just to be thrown into another much more gruesome one on the task force, but after hearing that C.C was highly involved in it you had warmed up to the opportunity almost immediately.

Not everyday you got to work with your one and only friend from the police academy after all. And you'd take whatever you could that wasn't the annual pizza night down on 45 street.

"Cheer up partner. A half hour and we're off the clock. If you'd like I could handle your paper work back at the station for you tonight. Ive seen you eyeing that bar, and I'd be crazy to deny a stubborn man like you his poison of choice."

"You'd do that?" C.C perked up, his expression greatful yet somehow mischievous. "Geez (Y/n), I don't why they havnt put you on this case before. You're the best detective around this city, not to mention scary. Our killer probably already fled the city once he got sight of you."

"You're just saying that becuase I'm doing your papers tonight." You both smiled. "But I had to finish catching the arsonist down in Terrytown before I could get anymore assignments."

C.C flashed a smile down at you, continuing to make small talk after with the topic of new picture shows coming out soon as you listened, the search across the bar becoming less and less important with every passing minute.

At long last you looked down at your wrist watch to see the nights hour. Nearly ten past eleven.

"Alright bud. Times up. You go get that drink and I'll see you at the office tomorrow." Your voice was bright for the sake of C.C, but you couldn't dent the disappointment at your dead end on the lead.

"Thanks again (Y/n). But don't beat yourself up about tonight. If he was here we, mostly you, would have caught him by now." A hand ruffled your hair. You batted it away with a red face, sputtering at him that you were technically still an officer on duty in the public eye. He just let out a warm laugh before jogging off into the crowd for a drink, holding out a hand and yelling for the bartender like he was calling a cab.

You shook your head at the brunnettes actions with a fond smile, turning on your foot to head out into the cold. At least you would have, if not for the figure that threw you off your path with a soft collision.

His eyes were a deep brown, almost a honey color, and his hair styled in curly black ringlets that cascaded down artistically.

"Sorry sir. I hope you weren't too startled." A dusting of your shoulders and the person you'd bumped into was commenced, a common gesture for that era. "Again terribly sorry. Have a nice night mister." Was all you said to Rickys alert figure, nodding with a polite smile and genuine friendliness. You completely missed the way all the fear drained from his expression once you had brushed off the shoulder of his jacket without as much as a second thought.

Instead now it was replaced with something else. Something that, even if you had asked Ricky what it was, he wouldn't be able to say.

He watched you go, fading into the dark soupy mist outside and on the side of the street.

Oh things would be a lot more interesting from here on out. That he knew for sure.

And Ricky think he would come to like this new development.

[thearchvillain]

favourite crime. | Kaz

kaz brekker x reader

prompt: Favorite Crime (by Olivia Rodrigo) as asked for by the lovelies of anons in my inbox <3

summary: Reader, sister of the leaders of an opposing gang, has grown close to Kaz over the years, ever since they met during an attempted heist of the same painting. But with rising tensions in the Barrel, and with Kaz realising just how much of a liability his preoccupation with her has become, there is a choice he's been forced to make (or so he thinks). After all, it would be easier to have her hate him, to have her gone from this forsaken city before he drags her down along with him, would it not?

preview: “I know.” His voice is tired and rough and hollow, and some silly part of her still hates to hear it this way. Even after everything they’ve done to each other, she still can’t quite come to terms with being the reason behind his pain.  It’s such a cruel betrayal, this disobedience of her heart.  “Oh, Kaz.”, there is a mournful gentleness to her voice that makes him flinch more than any cruel words have managed to. Something inside her breaks at that, something vast and important.

tropes: one word - ANGST. but also, Kaz betraying the reader and the two of them meeting on a rooftop one last time. Kaz does touch her (gloves and all), but it's with the assumption they've known each other and been close for years now.

word count: (only) 2k words! (are you proud of me? I've managed to restrain myself!)

A/N: listen, i've gone through like 37539 different scenarios of what I would write while keeping in mind the words/theme of the song. I've taken some creative licenses in the end, but I hope it still works! there isn't as much world-building in this as in my other works (bc it'd be like 10000 words long and no one wants to read that hahah) HOWEVER, I do have like a zillion headcanons in my mind, so if anyone's curious about it don't hesitate to ask or request something from this particular universe! Also ngl I've left this open-ended sooo >.> no happy endings promised, just chaos and pain. tnx for coming to my ted talk!

The night air is thin and cold, up on the rooftops overlooking the Fifth Harbour, laced with salt and the wild scent of things burning in the distance. There is an orange tint to the city, as if the fires are an open wound in the grey flesh of Ketterdam, and sirens wail in the distance, like a mother crying over her injured son. It wasn’t supposed to be this. Them, standing opposite each other on top of a warehouse, soot and blood staining their clothes, dark figures against a burning skyline. Or maybe it was, but she didn’t think she’d have to be dragged from the fight and brought to him, only to find matches in his hand and betrayal in his eyes. 

“And what will you call it, Kaz?”, bitterness has made her voice sharp like a knife’s edge, “When nobody waits for you at night? When there’s no one left that matters?”

He is still as a statue, the cold night wind whipping wildly at his coat, something feral and obscure stirring behind his eyes as if coming awake from some deep slumber. He is fracturing from inside, and it is tearing him apart piece by piece. He is not the man he thought he could be, and now he won’t be the man the could have been. 

“What will you call it?”, her voice rises, it lashes at him like a wild animal, “Freedom? Or loneliness.”

And he bleeds. She can see it now, more clearly than ever. Even the darkness can’t obscure the faint tremble of his hand, the hard set of his lips from which no words are left to be said. That unnatural parlour as the blood drains from his features to the frantic beat of his heart and constricted, panicked lungs. It settles across his shoulders as if it were a corporeal thing, the weight of the wounds he’d inflicted upon her, the heavy truth of devotion broken. She wonders, wildly, if he can feel it as physically as she does - the pain that settles deep in one’s chest, the numbness at the tips of their fingers, the wrathful burn of tears in the back of their throats. Do they burn together? Was it always meant to be this way? 

She is certain of one thing, however - somewhere inside, perhaps inside that beating heart, he bleeds. The boy who had assumed he could carve himself into marble until there was nothing but the cold hardness of stone left of him. Maybe there wouldn’t be, after this. 

She takes a step toward him, unwavering in her rage, and she can see in the way the tendons in his neck are pulled taut and his chest unmoving that it’s all he can do not to look away. She wonders if it is shame he sees, when he looks at her, or the red-hot burn of that same pain she feels when she looks at him. She prays then, to any god that might listen to a broken girl’s pleas, that it hurts just as much. 

“You realise now, don’t you?”, her voice is low when she speaks, the twist of her lips less a smile than a scar, “You might make me hate you. And you might make me leave. But you’ve forgotten to poison your own heart, Kaz.”

His eyes slip from her eyes to that dangerous curve of her mouth. He must cut himself on the sharp cruelty of it, because he looks away almost instantly. As if he doesn’t want to remember her like this, as if the pain in her face might mar the memories of her laying on his bed, watching him work. Her rage burns more fervently at this, selfishness uncurling its tail in the deeps of her soul - why should he keep these memories when she feels like all she’s got left is this. Them on the rooftop, sirens blaring in the distance, the bitter taste of betrayal on her tongue. It is a stain she can feel bleeding into every crevice of her mind, until she can barely remember what it felt like to have his hand touching the stray strands of her hair, to feel the heaviness of his gaze on her. Every little thing she would think of when she thought of him, gone. She wishes she could cry, but it feels like all her tears have dried up.

“Look at me you coward!”, her voice wobbles at the words, and she hates herself for it, “I suppose I should thank you. It’ll be easier for me to hate you than for you to remember what you’ve done to us. Hatred is easy, you should know that better than anyone, it is regret that festers and eats you raw.” 

Kaz turns his gaze back to her, slowly, as if it’s a physical effort to just look at her. There’s an empty quality to the deep darkness of his eyes, as if the universe is a little shallower, a bit too crowded with some unnamed feeling. There’s a part of him missing, it’s like something had burnt away the things that had made him her Kaz, not this eerie mimicry. 

“I know.” His voice is tired and rough and hollow, and some silly part of her still hates to hear it this way. Even after everything they’ve done to each other, she still can’t quite come to terms with being the reason behind his pain. 

It’s such a cruel betrayal, this disobedience of her heart. 

“Oh, Kaz.”, there is a mournful gentleness to her voice that makes him flinch more than any cruel words have managed to. Something inside her breaks at that, something vast and important. But something inside him breaks too. She supposes it’s fitting, no part of either of them will remain untouched after tonight. It never could have been anything else but this - one heart broke, four hands bloody. She’d always been his most willing accomplice. 

“Y/N.” She doesn’t think she’d ever heard her name marred by so much pain. His hand stops just short of her cheek, the air separating them set alight by the perilousness, but she doesn’t think it’s his trauma that’s stopping him this time. There is a longing in his eyes that speaks of a different kind of terror. Like he’s afraid she might turn away, and he’s too broken and beaten to take another hit. “What have I done?”

Her eyes follow the sharp slopes and hard planes of his face, something desperate and hungry within her grasping for that desperate and ravenous thing within him, for this last memory. He’s still beautiful. Her stupid, broken heart still manages to shudder at the sight of him, even if it’s the last thing it might do.

The leather of his glove is warm when she places her hand around his. There is a brief, commonplace flash of surprise inside her - she’s unsure why she thought it’d be cool to the touch. Perhaps because it’d fit better into this picture of pain and heartbreak they’ve painted for themselves. Instead, the warmth of him seeps into her cheek as she presses his hand down against it.

He recoils - a bone-deep shudder that passes through his body as he closes his eyes, eyelashes fluttering against the paleness of his cheek. There’s something raw and fundamental about it - Kaz, stripped bare. But he doesn’t move, and she presses herself into his palm with all the desperation of a ravenous, touch-starved creature. This too, is a cruel betrayal of her heart. 

She closes her eyes, “You’ve cut out your heart. Wasn’t that the plan all along?”

His hand falters against her cheek as if her words were a blade and she’d driven it in when he’d least expected it. Her hand curls against his, and even through the leather, she can feel the fine bones of his fingers, the way they shift as he runs his hand down the slope of her cheek, to the small dip just below her jaw. His touch is light against her skin, something terrified and feral about the way his fingers quiver as he drags them down the line of her neck. 

His voice is tight and distant when he speaks, too many demons at once plaguing his mind, “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like.”

It’s a cruel thing, to do this now. But she knows he can feel it too, the finality of things. All the things that they broke, all the trouble that they made. It’s a dying creature, whatever it is that they had. It was arrogant of them to assume it ever could be anything more than a fragile, evanescent thing. There is a kind of desperation in the way they grasp at each other, an awareness of the last few grains of sand seeping away from them.

She can hear him let out a ragged breath as his finger brushes against her collarbone, and something inside her heart withers at this. She janks herself away, stumbling backwards from him like his touch is branding iron, “No. No, that’s gone.”

Wild desperation splits his features for a moment, an instinctual thing, like that deep, essential thing within him can’t quite come to terms with what the so-called rational part of him has done. His hand drops to his side, limp and exhausted, and the wind picks up, as if to blow away whatever had been between them just seconds ago. The space yawns deep and terrifying, but Y/N doesn’t move to close the distance. 

“Look what we became.”, she bites out, voice laced with bitterness, “Look what you made us into. Remember that.” 

He stands still for a moment, his moonlit skin more ivory than flesh and bone, and it’s as if he’s taking a moment to breathe her in for one last time before he speaks. It chips at something inside her, his gaze, because it speaks of things that he’d wanted to do instead of this. Things he should’ve done. “How could I forget? You were not made to be forgotten.”

“Good.”, if her words are too silent to be heard, he must read them from her lips, because he lowers his eyes as if he can’t quite bear to watch her go. 

She waits for a moment, for no good reason at all. Maybe a sign from the universe that there are more things to come for them, that this is not all there is. Maybe something other than mournful resignation in the set of his shoulders. But maybe ashes are all that’s left, all there ever will be. 

She turns on her heel and heads for the edge of the roof. For a moment, the dejected wailing of the wind is all there is, before she hears him speak, “Y/N?”

The hungry thing within her flares up, and she hates herself for it, for stopping to turn and look at him one last time.

“I’m sorry.”

She smiles then, and it is a sad sort of creature, this smile - broken and wounded and crestfallen - but she does it anyway. “You know what the funniest thing is? I’d do it all again.”

This time, he doesn’t hesitate, “So would I.” 

“We’re fucked up, the two of us, aren’t we.”, it’s less a question than a statement. She lingers by the edge, staring out to the harbour for a few drawn-out moments, her voice distant, “Do you remember what I told you once?”

She doesn’t need to elaborate, his wind-whipped voice interrupts her before she can continue, “You must kill all your darlings.”

She chuckles, and it’s empty-sounding, “Didn’t think you’d take it so seriously. I suppose I grew arrogant enough to think I’d be above that rule. Oh, and Kaz?”

He is still standing in that same spot, hands in the pockets of his coat, something rigid and cold about the set of his shoulders. It’s how he usually looks when he’s been wounded on a mission and is trying to hide it from her. He’s waiting for her words, she realises, braced for the incoming damage. 

“I was right. You should kill your darlings.”, there is a promise in her eyes when she looks at him, “Or else they might come to haunt you eventually.”