I Know It's Bad And Stuff But I Imagine Getting Into A Heated Argument With Timothe And Just Ending Your

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.