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Thank you so much for fulfilling my request @iamgonnagetyouback ! That was so quick and so well written.

Hey! Timothée Chalamet x Actor!GN!Reader:

Y/N lands a role as a manipulative partner in an upcoming movie, but she gets so absorbed by the nature of her character that she starts mimicking the characteristics of her role and leaks into her personal life with Timothée. She switches her mood so often and he just doesn't know what he's doing wrong.

Hopefully, this made sense 😭

𝟷𝚔 || 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Your character in one of your ongoing projects was messing up your personal life with Timothée.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Your phone buzzes incessantly on the coffee table, but you ignore it, eyes still glued to the script in your hands. The role was darker than anything you'd played before—a manipulative, cold partner whose charm masked a dangerous emotional game. It was thrilling, but it was also demanding every ounce of your focus.

Timothée watches you from across the room, his soft smile faltering as he senses the distance growing between you. He’s been noticing it for weeks now—the way your moods flip at the drop of a hat, how small things seem to set you off, followed by sudden waves of sweetness that leave him more confused than reassured.

He pads over to the couch and sits beside you. "Hey," he says gently, glancing at the script. "You've been reading that for hours. Wanna take a break?"

You glance up, eyes momentarily soft, but then something shifts. "Why do you always think I need a break? I’m fine," you snap, then immediately bite your lip. That wasn’t you—that was her, the character. But you say nothing, sinking back into the script.

Timothée frowns, clearly hurt. "I didn’t mean anything by it…"

The silence stretches uncomfortably between you both. Your mind knows he did nothing wrong, that he’s only trying to be supportive, but the lines between you and your character have started blurring. You close the script with a sigh, frustration bubbling under your skin for reasons you can’t fully explain.

"Can we just not do this right now?" you say, your voice more dismissive than you intend.

Timothée’s expression tightens. "Do what?"

You stand, pacing now, your emotions all over the place. "This! You hovering, making me feel like I’m doing something wrong when I’m just trying to do my job!"

His brow furrows in confusion, hurt flickering in his eyes. "I’m not hovering, Y/N. I’m trying to be here for you, but I don’t know how to help when you keep pushing me away."

You stop, guilt crashing over you in waves. He’s right—you’ve been pushing him away, but you’re so deep in your role that you don’t even know how to separate yourself from it anymore. It’s as if the manipulative tendencies of your character have seeped into your own actions, making you cold, distant, and quick to lash out.

"I… I’m sorry," you mutter, running a hand through your hair. "It’s just this role—it’s messing with my head."

Timothée steps closer, his voice soft, but firm. "Y/N, you’re not your character. I know you’re passionate about your work, but you don’t have to bring it home with you." He pauses, searching your face. "I miss you… the real you."

Your heart clenches at his words, the weight of your recent behavior settling heavy in your chest. You’ve been acting like the very person you were hired to portray—manipulative, unpredictable—and now it was hurting the person you cared about the most.

"I’m sorry," you whisper again, this time more earnestly. "I don’t know why I’ve been acting like this. I’m not... I'm not trying to push you away."

Timothée steps forward, pulling you gently into his arms. "I know," he murmurs into your hair. "But you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re a team, right?"

You nod against his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace grounding you, reminding you of who you are outside of your roles, outside of the scripts.

"I’ll try to be better about separating the two," you say softly, pulling back to look into his eyes. "I love you, Timmy. And I don’t want this to come between us."

He smiles that soft, reassuring smile that always melts your heart. "I love you too," he says, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "But let’s make a deal. When you start feeling like your character’s creeping in too much, just… talk to me. We’ll figure it out together, okay?"

You smile, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Okay."

For the first time in weeks, you feel like yourself again.

TW: Suggestive

You hated sweat, a lot, salty drops rundown bumps of texture and age, even with the implications of a day spent well working wherever and whenever it still grossed you out, but she managed to erase those previous thoughts from your head.

You didn't plan for this, not that you regret any of your prior words, no... Never that. More so, you didn't plan for the fat of your dips to ram into the sharp counter like that, again and again... You got used to the feeling, it didn't matter anyway because she used your mouth as her personal experiment. Gross, you already know.

Her tongue coats your lips in her sweet sweet saliva, baiting you to stick out your own to taste hers, you could smell the coffee on her breath... dalgona candy coffee... Yes... Perfectly hand beaten with a metal machine with precise movements who had no knowledge of the epitome of a mistake, what was that? She liked it cold, much like her exterior, not like her body... Fuck, was it warm... sugar... milk... You couldn't think really, her hands constantly tugged at your braids, effectively pulling you from your thoughts, they weren't new... bits of your coiled hair stuck out between sections.

Back to your sweet dilemma, the atmosphere was dingy, you're not sure why she preferred to spend such good money on an apartment like this, but maybe she just didn't care anymore... You couldn't ask, why? Your tongue latched onto hers that's why. A single bulb hung above you two, her head knocked onto it several times causing it to sway from side to side, you couldn't see it, but you felt the warmth against your scalp.

"Mmm... Fuck, sorry." Her voice was rough, she had a cold... goosebumps and everything told you all you needed to know. You wondered about those sweat droplets, traveling down her scalp to her wide nose... You wondered how long it'd take now that her hairs stuck up. Like those games with a ball and a bunch of obstacles... You furrow your eyebrows at that thought, random but made sense.

TW: Suggestive, Mentions of a female body

It was the last thing he could give you before ultimately disappearing from your life for good. It was funny to you, funny in a way that twisted your heart until it blocked the crimson blood from pumping throughout your body. The same blood that ran cold once you found out about his engagement.

You never thought you'd be met with such circumstances, considering the long history you've had with your dear Victor. Maybe it was all just child's play and he didn't care about you like you did him, but we both know that it just wasn't true. Earlier that morning, hours before the ceremony, he visited your estate, it took a few knocks before you were at the door at his beck and call, basking in the great shadow his thin figure cast. Even now, you wonder what went through his mind when giving you the pendant. Was it supposed to hold you back? Keep you chained to his ankle until his bones wither away into dust?

Apart from your hellish dilemma, the jewel was quite beautiful. Silver chains hung on your neck and over the hill that is your collarbone and finally met with a handsome crystal laid against the valley leading down to your breasts (you felt like a slave to his heart, damn). You wanted to thank him and jump into his arms while ensuring him that all was forgiven but you could only look down while pitying yourself for having waited this long to tell him anything. So you didn't, no words needed to be exchanged, especially if both your mouths locked onto each other. It was a silent yet passionate message being made to you, his tongue curved and ran across the bumps that are your taste buds, savoring the print hoping it'd be imbedded into his long-term memory.

It didn't take long for the two of you to be standing in your bedroom, naked and vulnerable. It wasn't different really, as your previous conversations ran deep within your bone marrow and always stuck with you, like a souvenir only for your heart and mind. He was the first to touch your body, he ran his bony fingers over the ample curves of your stomach, and then up to your bust, and finally rested upon your nipple, circling the gentle bumps around the darker skin.

Note: I haven't seen any Victor fics at all, so I wanted to add my own. This is based on ashmatsu's amazing fic on A03 linked below.

But, I also want to shift for Vinnie because I know he has so much more depth than a hot body on social media. Which is why I specifically scripted that I've known him since high-school (where he wasn't exactly his best at the time) and have been dating him through all his struggles. He's far from the perfect lover, not anywhere near close but he tries with all his heart. He gets angry, sure, he lashes out, yes but he makes it a need to work it out as quick as he can.

He strives to show you the love you showed him when everyone in his life seemed to crumble under his touch. He takes on small modeling jobs not only because it's a dream of his but also because he wants to spoil you dead rotten because he knows it's all material to you and you're just there for every one of his flaws.

He's ashamed at times, that he can't always be there for you.

Vinnie has many interests, he loves going out and trying random things or even indulging in culture which is why I believe he'd love to have a woman who doesn't come from Amercian backgrounds. He'd take you anywhere, even without his wealth he'll do anything to help you see the world with him. He'd be so into ancient Japanese culture, I just know it. He doesn't only like Japan for their stereotypical shit but he just loves their swords (he owns 2). So I fully believe he'd drag you there and force you into traditional wear (and no I don't mean the aesthetic Pinterest stuff I mean THE REAL DEAL). As I mentioned, he'd be so into his partner's background and he would take you there. He'd learn to make certain foods, learn religion, and anything of everything.

He trusts you enough to show you the real him, the raw unfiltered Vincent Cole Hacker who is just a huge dork with unmoving love for you.

TW: Mentions of WW1(not very raunchy or much historically but still a precaution), implied sexual intercourse but no details, possibly unrealistic adaptation of Timmie :)

I wanna shift for Timothée because he reminds me of old-fashioned love, especially because he has French background and I just know he's a lover boy. The type to struggle to keep his hands to himself, to feel helpless if he can't get to you, or even share a laugh with you.

Arguments shared between the two of you would be short and end in a peaceful resolution because he would be damned if he ever let you two go to bed angry at each other. He'd love you like he's known you for all his life.

You probably met him on set, whatever you'd work as. Something about you captivated him so much that he needed to talk to you. You'd probably hear about previous times that he has flirted with a female worker but it was different, he didn't touch you as he would with someone like Florence or wrap his arms around you, no. He wants to preserve you until you're truly his. You did distance yourself though, scared of getting your hopes up only to be met with a fabrication of a potential love between you two ripped to shreds but, you didn't see any of that. He knew what the headlines said about him and he just prayed you didn't see him that way. Eventually, you were "doomed" to succumb to his attempt and now you lie in bed every day with slender limbs bent around your waist.

And of course, nights would end with gentle yet passionate lovemaking until the early breaks of the morning sun. Giggles in the bathtub, conversation while taking care of his coiled hair, rubbing pink Vaseline on his cracked lips (of course sneaking a sweet kiss)

I imagine him as a baker, or something like that receiving news of his mandatory service for WW1. He couldn't bear to leave you at home with your newborn and he expressed this through lengthy letters sent to your estate. He sent anything he could, lace from his boots, a leather bag he picked up, or stale bread that he had taken a bite of stating that he wanted to share at least one meal with you while apart.

I know it's bad and stuff but I imagine getting into a heated argument with Timothée and just ending your relationship then and there. You've noticed the gap between you two ever since he's taken on bigger and more exciting projects, hell, you even let him date a "billionaire" for PR and even then you felt he had more connection to her than you, his actual partner.

And like most, he left you stranded in your sea of tears, on the floor of your apartment. Dark oak had never looked more emotional, bits of the vase you threw on the floor earlier served as a barrier between you and your bed... It's not like you wanted to be in it anyway.

But, there was still something deep in your heart that mumbled, and those same mumbles echoed and echoed until you honestly wondered, why couldn't you just hold on a little longer? Why did you have to say all that you said?

This isn't the best writing, I'm sorry to whoever has come across this and left disappointed.

belift is fucking crazy and insane!! enha is being sooo overworked like crazy, their schedules are inhumane. they’ve been having comebacks after comebacks, never-ending tours and promos like what the fuck?! the members are suffering so much because of how greedy their company is.

first we saw jay having a knee injury and yet the company made him perform on stage without any proper arrangements. sunghoon having a cold and getting sick often. heeseung being so exhausted that he couldn't even stand properly (for which so many quote ’engenes’ called him lazy and un-professional which is absolutely insane!!!) jake had to sit out from two different stages in their most recent concert and couldn’t even open his eyes when he was present for the other stages. DESPITE all this they’re having another comeback soon!??

the tours seem never ending and it’s been two whole years! this is so terrifying. our boys love making music for us for which we appreciate and support them but at what cost? they’re humans too and i’m sure we all know how horrendously they’re being over-worked and being treated like robots. please demand for a break for them for only we can help them in this.

ENGENES jay is in the hospital AGAIN and will not participate in the Japan tour, and the boys are visibly tired and showing signs of colds according to Sunghoon, colds spread easily between them then quickly everyone will be sick!!! we can't let Enhypen have another comeback, as fans we will do everything we can to prevent this from happening, So today don't comment anything other than requests for Enhypen to rest and for Belift to reschedule the comeback use the #LetEnhypenRest, go to ALL social media and spread the message:

— @BELIFTLAB

How long do you intend to see your artists presenting health and physical problems without giving them a break? This routine of flights, commitments and shows NEEDS appropriate breaks. They are your artists, where is the care? This is inhumanane.

#LetEnhypenRest

@HYBEOFFICIALtwt @BELIFTLAB

We see the excessive overwork & exploitation of ENHYPEN. Their health & well-being are being sacrificed for your benefit, and we won’t stand for it. It’s time to end these inhumane working schedules and give them the rest they need.

#LetEnhypenRest

Hey babe! I've read your stories and they are amazing 💟 But, I've seen you're having trouble doing the 'read more' cut and I presume you post on mobile. I do too and I've learnt a way to do it. And, here is a kinda tutorial for you :)

So, all you have to do is write something first then go to the next line. There you'll write -

:readmore: (like this without any spaces or caps)

And then press enter to go to the next line and it should work. If you have any problem doing it, feel free to message me! :)

Lots of love,

Pratiksha.

Thank you so very much for your help Pratiksha! I’ve figured it out now. 😁

I will leave this post up in case other writers need to know how to do this.

I’ll revise all of my other writings in time to add this on, thank you all for your suggestions and comments! Please continue to send them, they’re much appreciated. ❤️

“You’ll be safe, in mama’s arms.”

no cuz real

a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…

♡ THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU'RE HIS LOVER?!

characters. xiao zhongli diluc kaeya childe wriothesley x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. part 1 !!!! when someone else claims to be their partner / work wife. office!au. | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

you're pretty taken aback by the gall of this .... intern? whoever even was she? to claim that she was your husband's wife.

yep, that's how irrelevant she is

xiao was disgusted, to say the least. horrified.

"get your hands off me." he looks her in the eye, the sudden fierceness emitting a gasp from her.

"i love it when you're strict," she purrs, tracing her fingers up his neck. you smack them away.

"perhaps you'll love it if the ceo was stricter with you," you smile sweetly. "i don't think he takes too kindly to homewreckers."

zhongli

not again. not this ... piece of dirt? no, that might be an insult to his old friend guizhong.

she's a catty lady. beady eyes that went straight for his soul – her piercing stare seemed to always follow him.

he didn't like it one bit. his grip around your waist felt tighter, desperate even – a cold "let's go, dear," escaping his lips.

"so protective, suddenly?" you tease.

"i don't take kindly to those who try to insult my love, dearest."

diluc

oh, he goes red with rage. but he looks on at you proudly, because he knows you got it.

who even was she to claim that she loved him? a silly flowergirl who couldn't do her job right, because she was oogling him the whole time. she worshipped the ground he stepped on.

"who are you looking at?" you tap her on the shoulder, eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

"that man... he's mine." she gazes into his eyes, looking him up and down. you scratch your neck. she asks if you're alright.

"i'm afraid i'll have to correct you on that statement. that man is mine." you grin, turning your hand to show her your ring.

kaeya

okay, you totally get it. your husband is hot. but literally the AUDACITY the lack of SHAME the the the-

"please, we've been put together for almost all our cases. isn't that right, darling? it's almost as if they know we're good for each other." they purr.

darling?? DARLING?? you'll show them darling

"is that so?" you chuckle. "perhaps i ought to write in, then. i'm not too sure if my husband takes well to that. a violation of his personal life, if you will."

they go white at the sight of the ring.

"that's my love." kaeya chuckles, watching then stomp away.

childe

he's wildly uncomfortable. "your complexion is deeply concerning, tartaglia," the doctor chuckles.

"i wonder why." he returns it dryly.

he's too nice to avoid them – those longing stares, the notes slipped through stacks of his paperwork – he cant crumple them up and throw them away. he pretends that they're from you instead.

when that witch comes around to his desk, purring and grimy witch hands all over his papers; pretending to annoy him – 

he can't take it. it's disgusting.

"i'd appreciate it if you left me alone," he stares at her. "my partner and i would appreciate it very much."

wriothesley

oh, he's firm. he's firm, and he's strict about it. word gets around quickly in the meropide, and he sits back with his cup of tea and sighs at the thought of a work lover.

he doesn't stand for it, though. he hates the thought of that.

"get your hands away from me, please," he replies coldly, when they run up to hug him, first thing in the morning.

sigiewinne looks on with a proud smile. i raised that boy.

the girl turns away from him with disgust – from seemingly perfect to nothing but sludge beneath her feet. she slinks away, and wriothesley is satisfied.

he can't wait to tell you the news over a cup of your favourite tea.

perhaps some alone time with each other will do the both of you good.

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I just saw what that anon said and I can really really relate I feel like there's no way I can like them cuz I'm black I feel like. Weird for having a crush on Ni-ki cuz I'm black and even though I know there's no chance anyway cause he probably doesn't date fans obviously lol It makes me ashamed especially because people are always saying "what if / he probably doesn't like black girls/people" and it makes me feel like I'm less beautiful because I'm black and even if he did date fans I mean I'm like SOOOO ugly like atrocious but it makes me feel like even if I was a little bit more pretty he wouldn't like me or would dismiss me cause I'm black or like I wouldn't be good enough or he'd be disgusted or disappointed or weirded out because I'm black and a fan /has a crush on him and besides him it makes me feel like enhypen wouldn't talk to me or treat me the same cuz I'm not Asian or white like I couldn't be a fan or wouldn't be as important or pretty or cool or even just they wouldnt want me as a fan or like me or even look my way cause im black its gotten so bad that people dont evn have to say that anymore (they do but they dont have too) for me to think that way. Like I know we all saw that pretty engene video with that girl with the glasses and i couldn't help but make it about race like thinking would they look at me like that or would I be ugly abd weird cause I'm black ? Or if she was black would they still think she's pretty? Or would they even put the camera on her if she was black ? Anyway I'm rambling but being black is something I struggle with even without people saying the group I like or the guy I have a crush on (Niki obviously) wouldn't like me or would hate me for being black . Or they would be uncomfortable or disgusted with me because I'm black so it's just hard to even see myself meeting them or *even to imagine myself in reader fanfics even if the reader's supposed to be black because I've convinced myself that the only way I'd be pretty or attractive or they'd be friends withe or date me in Ni-kis case is if I was white or Asian* (*just talking about from a fanfic standpoint for this one* but yeah) but yeah it sucks and

Okay, I REFUSE to sit here and let you talk down on yourself like that. I don’t care how true you may think it is, YOU ARE NOT UGLY, Mirah ~ You’re beautiful, from head to toe, melanated skin, curly hair and all. Black women are beautiful, it’s disgusting to me how society has brought some of us to a point where we feel insecure, undesirable, or unworthy of affection from others. My words might not do much to encourage you, because finding confidence (esp as a black girl) takes time. But I really urge you to understand that you can’t expect other ppl to accept you when you don’t even accept yourself. Wish I could give you the BIGGEST hug rn, bc this actually hurts to read :(

Another point, I’ve seen plenty videos of Enhypen (along with other kpop groups) connecting with colored fans in the same way they do with their supporters of a fairer complexion, but I won’t share any of those videos here bc I don’t want you to seek “proof” as a way for you to feel better abt yourself.

On the flip side, let’s say that some ppl in the kpop industry DO have a prejudice (which I’m sure some do): your life and happiness isn’t dependent on their validation.

Let’s not even get started on how a lot of Ni-Ki’s favorite artists are black (Riki Jackson ? Bro would’ve never called himself that if he was racist)… but anyway, colored people like any other group of individuals can b really amazing once they get past their insecurities and embrace the way God made them. Jst know that u can always come to be if your struggling with something or just want to vent <3

I'm afraid I'm too funny

This is so cute

Hi may I ask for an idolNiki x black reader fiction Where she's one year younger than him and is really scared to admit her feelings/confess because of fans who say that he doesn't like black people /black girls soo she starts to try and give him space so she doesn't come off as clingy/pushy and he tells her that their just stupid obviously and that he loves her too but she so convinced that the fans are right

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. LETTER TO MY 13 YR OLD SELF

pairing: idol!niki x black!reader ⋆ genre: hurt/comfort ⋆ warnings: self doubt, harmful comments, let me know if i missed anything!

1.2k wc

⤷ i hope this was to your liking :( it’s my first time trying hurt/comfort but this was nice to write so thank you for requesting

did i get emotional writing this? yes because i related to this a lil tee much 🤏

¡ requests: open !

Everyone could see the love seeping out of you for Niki. You knew what you were getting into the moment you felt these feelings starting to rise.

They were only getting stronger and stronger day by day, it was hard trying to not spill out a monologue to him on what was stirring inside of you.

But lately, you realized how out of reach he is. Noticing all the beautiful fair skinned girlies surround him caused you to spend time staring at your own reflection. You started to softly touch your cheeks and hair, furrowing your eyebrows at the thought of him not wanting to date someone like you.

You rubbed your face tiredly as you walked out your bathroom and into your dorm room.

“Hey yn! Hope you don’t mind that I used your spare key..”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, holding your chest before going to hit him with your pillow. “Niki! You should’ve at least texted me, someone could’ve seen you, you know!” and in response he just rolled his eyes playfully.

“How was your fansign today?” you asked as you got up to grab some clothes he left over to change in knowing his current clothes were too hot. You didn’t notice him staring at your every movement before he hummed to himself.

“Tiring… but it was funny! Heeseung-” he then proceeded to go into detail about everything that went down. You gave him reassuring hums and smiles to let him know you’re still listening even with you back turned.

You eventually felt your heart drop at a mention of a fan. “And there was a pretty engene today! She was so charming and funny, definitely had a way with her words” he chuckled lightly to himself.

Biting the inside of your cheek, now you know you definitely can’t confess anything to him.

“You must be tired, yea? Are you staying the night?”

He frowned slightly, “Can’t, I have practice all day tomorrow so you probably won’t hear from me.” You sighed and gave him a reassuring smile.

“That’s fine, text me when you're free, ‘kay?” and he nodded. You walked him to the door and gave him a big hug finding comfort in the warmth radiating off of him. He softly kissed your forehead before letting go, causing you to stare in awe.

“See you later pretty!” he cheekily stated before closing the door. Oh boy, you were in trouble, the pounding of your heart being living proof of it.

That night you tossed and turned, missing having his head on your chest through the night. You gave up trying to sleep and went to twitter, the bright screen causing you to squint a bit to adjust. Scrolling mindlessly on twitter until you came across a tweet that had your eyes watering a little.

“Niki wouldn’t date a black girl in my opinion, he probably also likes experienced girls too!”

Hurriedly, you look through the comments to see people agreeing with her. Yea a few comments were disagreeing but that didn’t make you feel better. You honestly felt sick to your stomach.

You sat up quickly to read more. “He definitely doesn't like them clingy, he enjoys personal space.” That’s how you found yourself going through a loophole on twitter feeling even more shitty about yourself.

Why did it have to be like this? Was that how he really feels? You know you could ask him, I mean he’s literally your best friend! But you felt too embarrassed to even ask him how he felt dating girls like you. Did he believe the stereotypes surrounding black girls?

Your heart started to ache. You already felt self conscious about your skin, but this just made you feel 10x shittier. You got up to stare at yourself again. Eyes tearing up as you start to wish your hair weren't so kinky and how you would love to have long blonde hair or blue eyes. Wishing you weren’t so different.

That night you went to bed with a heavy heart.

The next morning you saw Niki messages but you were still hurting and decided to avoid him. You can't handle looking at him or speaking to him knowing you’ll break down in front of him.

Niki on the other hand was worried that the forehead kiss is why you’re so distant. He could barely concentrate at practice. The boys noticed it, giving him concerned glances.

“Good work today boys! Niki you’re normally on your A-game but today you were so off. Work harder okay? Get some rest everyone, see you tomorrow,” the dance coach let out.

Niki was too spaced out to even care about what he had to say. He was in a rush to see you. He needed to make sure he didn’t break any boundaries. He couldn’t lose you like this, he thought to himself as he rushed out the dance studio.

He knew it was risky to be at your dorm without any disguise but he pushed it to the back of his mind as soon as he saw your door come into view.

Knocking anxiously but you didn’t move an inch. Not wanting to get bothered right now as you cuddle up with your blanket and comfort cartoon show playing in the background.

Niki checked his pockets hoping he brought the spare key with him.

Sighing in relief, he quietly opened your door. Your dimly lit up living room welcomed him in as he closed the door softly. He could already tell something was wrong as he recognized your comfort show playing which made him even more anxious.

“Yn…can we talk?”

Your saddened eyes turned to look at him and he felt like he was shot in the heart seeing you look like this. He cautiously sat on your bed as he heard the soft sobs echo through the room.

“I just wish I could be what you wanted, Niki. You are so close but so out of reach from me. If I was pale skinned would it be different, I wonder? Would you feel less ashamed knowing I fit in with you?”

Niki pulled you closer to him, rocking back and forth. “Is that why you've been ignoring me? Because of those stupid opinionated comments?”

“Yn, I liked you for you. I love how we are different from each other. Being able to learn from you and see things from your point of view helped me grow as a person. It helped me learn to love you.”

Your head shot up, scanning his face to see if you heard wrong. “Yn you didn’t hear wrong, i meant it.”

“You’re so beautiful to me and I want you to allow me to show you that” Niki finished up.

Eyes tearing up as you sense his sincerity, you pushed your forehead against his. “Sorry for making you worry.. I was already embarrassed.”

He rubbed you back comfortingly, “Don’t be embarrassed, you’re allowed to feel like this, just communicate with me, yea?” and you nodded in agreement.

You looked up at him and saw his eyes flicker to your lips, “can i?” he asked. You smiled and leaned your forehead against his again feeling his soft lips fit with your perfectly.

Sighing in content, he leaned back and you two stayed like that for the night. Holding on so dearly as if you might vanish in thin air.

Dancing with the few moments of life they had left was what they were doing. Although, any passerby whose eyes would mistakenly land on the two of them would think it was the norm, the norm for two stupid teenagers. Oblivious, impressionable, and insecure out of their god forsakened minds. Well, if anything, it wasn’t normal at all, it was just coping. Coping from the fact that soon, any senses they had before would be gone by dawn.

His hands outlined the rim of her waist, gently digging his nails into the velvet just under the tips of his fingers. The softness couldn’t compare to anything he felt about her. It was quite that he was trying to distract himself from the obvious and just focus on the dance the way his eyes glanced back and forth at the TV. Each step felt like a second went by, and it would’ve remained a feeling if the unforgiving newmans didn’t count down so tauntingly.

She watched she knew it wouldn’t help, but she still did. She’s human, her arms around the base of his arm. She couldn’t admit it now, but she was more-so listening to the small boxed television than the song grimily playing from the radio he got days ago. ``You’re distracted again.`` He whispered, a sort of smile lifting his cheek. ``Sorry-, I just- I can’t focus, really.`` She tried to laugh, but only a sorrowful sigh coughed itself out. Silence fell upon the both of them again. There wasn’t much to say, really. After all, it’s the end, anyway.

﹒﹒﹒❝ I’d like to remind the audience that with the scarce 30 seconds, we humans have here on Mother Earth to…prospur with. ❞ ﹒﹒﹒

Note: This song makes me cry sm, just a thought though.