#wang nicholas

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[loserlvrss]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 📽️─────wang yixiang, aka, spending quality time with your adoring boyfriend

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Like the washed out color of stained wine, the cheeks of the man in your lap flushed red. He didn’t shy away when you pressed another kiss to his forehead, no, he only giggled through closed eyes. 

His lips had an upward turn to them, arms crossed over his chest. You did it again, pressing your lips to the space between his brows to elicit the same reaction—he just looked so damn cute. 

Yixiang has been lying in your lap as you watched a cartoon, adamant to spend his free time with you. And, after a while of scrolling through his phone his eyes had fluttered shut, soft sighs audible through his sleepy state. 

Of course, you froze, purposefully not even moving a neuron so he could dream peacefully. Afterall, He’d been working so hard, you figured that this was best for him, even if your legs fell off from the lack of circulation causing pins and needles. 

You‘d been glancing down occasionally, distracted by the slight pout on his lips. You admired the fullness and length of his lashes, slightly envious that you had to use fake ones to get near that amount of volume. 

And then, you laughed—he just looked so…fake in your lap. 

The vibrations had made him stir, face turning towards your stomach, hiding from the overcast light. He wrapped a loose arm around your waist, the other still sat over his mid-section. Yixiang was so close to you, you could almost feel his heart beating. 

“I like feeling your heartbeat,” You remarked, only realizing that it was supposed to be in your head when he answered. 

He pulled himself closer, voice muffled by your shirt, “Are you a psycho?” 

“You’re awake?” You almost gasped out, “I mean—wait.” He laughed, turning his head to the ceiling again but not opening his eyes. “No, I’m not a psycho…” 

“You just say creepy things for fun?” 

“No,” You huffed, “I just like you…a lot.” 

He hummed, “Well, I love you today. I’ll love you tomorrow and,” You didn’t know if it was because he was half asleep that he was confessing his deep-rooted love for you but, even shocked, you let him go on. “Forever? That’s not long enough.” 

A dorky-smile spread across your face (though he couldn’t see it), practically all your teeth on display. Then, you were kissing his face. 

His eyes shot open for a moment as you pressed your feather-light lips to his skin again and again in different places, then he closed them again. 

Once he’d had enough (well, he actually hadn’t) Yixiang stopped you, a gentle hand holding you mere centimeters from his face by your cheeks. 

“Hey, psycho,” He practically whispered, “My lips are right here.” 

And, he made you find them quickly after, shushing whatever snarky remark was hanging on your tongue. You smiled into the kiss, disregarding his new nickname for you and relishing in the moment. 

He was right, forever wasn’t long enough. 

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dusk till dawn (nicholas) — nav

synopsis — cuddling with nicholas.

the day winds down slow, like honey sliding down the inside of a jar, and you’re already drowsy by the time the sun dips below the skyline. the living room is quiet, touched with that soft amber glow that only comes in the early evening—lamp light mixing with the last bits of daylight clinging to the windows. it’s peaceful, the kind of calm that settles deep into your bones.

you’re curled up on the couch with nicholas, legs tangled together beneath a faded blanket that smells like home—like detergent, a little bit of his cologne, and something warm and familiar you can’t quite name. your head rests against his chest, tucked right under his chin, where you can hear his heartbeat thumping slow and steady. that sound alone could send you drifting.

his hand is under your shirt, resting lightly against the bare skin of your back. his fingertips move in slow, lazy circles—soft and rhythmic. up, down, a gentle scratch, then a soothing drag of his palm. it makes your eyes flutter shut for a moment, then open again. not because you want to stay awake, but because you want to hold on to this. the softness. the quiet. the way he touches you like you’re something precious.

nicholas' other hand is in your hair, fingers sliding through the strands with all the care in the world. he twirls a piece gently, then lets it fall, then combs through again, repeating the motion over and over like it brings him some kind of peace too. it feels like he’s anchoring you—like as long as he’s touching you, the world can’t pull you too far away.

“you tired?” he murmurs, voice low and close to your ear.

you hum something in response, not quite a word, just a small sound that says yes, but don’t stop. and he doesn’t. he chuckles quietly, presses a kiss into your hairline, and keeps tracing those slow patterns on your back like he’s drawing lullabies into your skin.

your breathing slows to match his, syncing with the rise and fall of his chest. you let your hand rest on his ribcage, fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the way he breathes, the way his heart beats. it’s steady. grounding. and suddenly, everything else—the noise of the day, the thoughts in your head, the weight behind your eyes—just begins to slip away.

the only thing that exists is the warm press of nicholas' body against yours, the way his thumb draws a soft line up your spine, the brush of his lips against the top of your head every so often, like he can’t help but kiss you, even in the quiet.

“go ahead,” he says softly. “i’ve got you.”

and you do. you let go. you let your body melt into him, your muscles relaxing one by one until you’re nothing but softness in his arms. your breath evens out. your lashes flutter against his shirt. you feel him shift just slightly to pull the blanket up higher, wrapping you tighter into him.

his fingers are still moving through your hair as your mind drifts into the haze of sleep. even when your thoughts stop forming, your body still feels the comfort of his touch, like a memory it knows how to hold onto even in dreams.

and just before everything fades to black, you hear him whisper something you don’t quite catch. maybe your name. maybe i love you. maybe both.

but it settles into your chest like a weightless stone, grounding and soft, and you fall asleep like that—wrapped in nicholas' arms, safe in his warmth, your back scratched gently, your hair played with lovingly, the world outside fading to nothing.

[just-nc-tea]

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⭑.ᐟ Park Sunghoon ⭑.ᐟ Wang Nichloas

You were supposed to die. It would have been so much easier just to die. But it chose you before you could do so. Picked your weak body to anchor itself in. Making you one tether between the human realm and the shadows clawing at its edges. Alive purely to keep the balance, to stop a war no one saw coming. Vampires, witches and werewolves all try to use your magic to prepare themselves. They watch you. Train you. Use you. But your powers aren’t gifted and can't be used and abused. They’re given to keep the world from burning, even if it means burning you and everyone you love in the process.

ᝰ word count. approximately 100k .ᐟ₊ ⊹ ᝰ genre. fantasy, supernatural, Vampire!Sunghoon x supernatural!Y/N, Werewolf!Nicholas x supernatural!Y/N, ANGST, fluff, Friends to Lovers? Enemies to Lovers? .ᐟ₊ ⊹ ᝰ warnings.character death, violence, blood, gore (more will be added during the writing process) .ᐟ₊ ⊹ ᝰ disclaimer. heavily inspired by &Teams and Emhypens lore, the vampire diaries, city of bones, supernatural and numerous fanfictions i have read over the years

CHAPTER ONE - coming soon

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[makixroll]

POSSESSIVE — nicholas ۫ ꣑ৎ

pairing . . . nicholas x fem!reader

contents . . . possessive nicho , hes so devotedly inlove w u its sickening , fluff , non-idol , lowercase intended .

you're so beautiful that it hurts, nicholas couldn't find the right words to describe your beauty. and he couldn't handle the thought that with your beauty, surely men other than him finds you attractive. nicholas will seriously fight people who think otherwise of you, he'll fight those who'd say you aren't "all that". And he'd mostly definitely fight people who are trying to get you.

nicholas couldn't help himself but be possessive towards you. he's yours, and you're his, right? you told him that while you were writhing in pleasure under him, moaning his name so loud he swore your neighbor who kept staring at you heard it already. oh, and how nicholas hated that thought. he's the only one who's allowed to hear your sweet voice, no one else. just him, just nicholas.

he's so devotedly inlove with you that if it was possible, he'd worship the ground you're walking, he'd offer everything that he has to offer, and would even kiss your foot if you asked him too. not to mention, you are so, so kind everyone that you never noticed the disgusting stares, their flirting, towards you. it makes him want to lock you up in his room so you wouldn't experience the disgusting and cruel things the world has to offer.

nicholas' long time friend, kei, threw a party at his house which he was invited to. of course, kei told him he could bring a plus one— which was none other than you, his pretty little girlfriend. nicholas stayed at your house before the party since your house is closer at where kei stays.

he watches you dress up so prettily, even giving some of his opinions on what heels to wear, accessories to use, and other things that will surely compliment the dress you wore. it wasn't anything fancy, it was just a plain, red, bodycon dress, the length wasn't short so it passed nicholas' check. the accessories that he suggested complimented the dress which elevated your overall look.

nicholas, who has been practicing doing your hair to help you finish preparing faster, is now doing soft curls on your hair. while you, on the other hand, is now putting the final touches on your makeup.

an hour before the party, you two were pretty much ready to go. considering that nicholas had pounced on you just right after you finished your lip combo, which you whined about while you kissed him back, his neatly done hair now messed up thanks to you.

once you arrived at the front door of kei's house, you were greeted by the man himself, with euijoo just beside him, already holding a cup.

"just in time, lovebirds!" kei greeted, doing their signature handshake with nicholas, while euijoo gave you a warm smile and gave you a one-sided hug, his hand coming in contact with your back, which did not go pass nicholas. after kei greeted you, nicholas immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him possible.

euijoo is a really great friend and he knows his best friend doesn't have any feelings towards you, but he couldn't help but feel jealous to see other men touching what's his.

so the whole night, nicholas never left your side, in fear you'd get stolen away from him. when maki invited him to do the pingpong game, he refused even with your permission, he refused to leave you alone, and he most definitely refuses to take his attention away from you even for a split second.

[jenoddity]

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[pandacherryblossoms]

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[sjywh0re]

ᡣ𐭩˚.⋆Always You⋆.˚ᡣ𐭩

*༘˚·⋆Wang Nicholas⋆·˚ ༘*

When Nicholas is left heartbroken, Y/N, a quiet presence in his life, offers him comfort. In the middle of healing, he starts to see what he never noticed before – that sometimes, love is closer than you think.

pairing: friend!nicholas andteam x fem!reader

genre: comfort, friendship to love, angst with soft ending, fluff

wc: 850

song rec: best part - daniel caesar

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Nicholas had been quiet for days. Not the calm, thoughtful kind of quiet–but the kind that weighed heavy in the air like a thunderstorm waiting to break.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, watching him from across the room as he stared blankly at the television, the volume low enough to be just white noise. His shoulders were slouched, his jaw set, and he hadn’t smiled properly since the night his girlfriend ended things.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/N asked softly, her voice almost a whisper, careful not to push.

Nicholas didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed on the screen, unmoving, but she could tell he was listening. She always could.

“I don’t even know what to say,” he finally muttered, voice hoarse from too many silent hours. “It’s like one minute we were fine, and the next… it’s over. Just like that.”

Y/N shifted closer, tucking her legs under her. She said "why?”

He laughed bitterly. “She said I was too distracted. Too caught up in everything else. That she felt like she wasn’t a priority anymore.” He looked at Y/N then, and his gaze was so raw that it made her chest ache. “Maybe she was right.”

“She wasn’t,” Y/N said firmly. “You gave her what you could. Some people want more than you're able to give, and that’s not your fault.”

He blinked at her, as if trying to absorb her words fully, then leaned his head back against the couch, eyes closing. “Why is it that you always know what to say?”

Y/N smiled sadly. “Because I know you.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Not uncomfortable, never with Nicholas but filled with everything they didn’t say. Everything she had held back for so long.

He’d been her friend for years. Through every late night phone call, every shared secret, every moment of joy and heartbreak, they had always found their way back to each other. She never told him how she felt, not once. Not when he first introduced her to his girlfriend. Not when she saw them together, hand in hand, laughing like nothing could touch them. Y/N had always chosen to be what he needed: a friend.

And right now, he needed her more than ever.

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Days passed, and the apartment slowly began to feel normal again. Nicholas started making jokes, eating real food instead of cereal, and even teased Y/N about her messy handwriting when they worked on something together at the kitchen table.

But there were still moments. Quiet pauses in conversations, lingering glances, the way his hand brushed hers and stayed a second too long. Moments she tried not to overthink.

One night, they were walking home after grabbing takeout, the city lights soft against the night sky. Nicholas walked beside her, a bag of food in one hand and the other stuffed in his pocket.

“You know,” he said out of nowhere, “I’ve been thinking about everything lately. About who’s always been there for me.”

Y/N glanced at him, heart picking up pace. “Yeah?”

He nodded, eyes ahead. “When things are good, you cheer me on. When things are bad, you just sit with me in the dark and don’t ask me to pretend it’s fine. That means more than you probably know.”

She didn’t say anything. What could she say? I’ve loved you all along felt too risky, too permanent.

They stopped at a crosswalk. The red light glowed across his face, casting him in a warm haze. He turned to her then, fully, and his voice dropped to a whisper.

“You’ve always been the one, haven’t you?”

Y/N froze. Her breath caught in her throat.

“What?”

“I was so busy chasing what I thought I wanted, I didn’t realize it was you. It was always you. Right in front of me.” His voice cracked slightly, but he smiled. It wasn’t sad it was full of clarity, of truth. “I think I was just scared. Because losing you… that would’ve broken me.”

She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the rush of emotion building behind her eyes. “You’re not losing me,” she said, reaching for his hand. “You never could.”

He laced his fingers through hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like they had always been meant to fit.

And in that moment, beneath the city lights and the hum of the quiet street, Nicholas finally let go of what was behind him and reached for what had always been his.

Y/N.

[nichoswrld]

Nicholas is the mean and rough type during sex. Imagine being caught masturbating while moaning his name and crying because you are such a hypocrite. You hate him because he is a playboy but on the other hand you love him so bad💀💀💀💀💀

He and Yeonjun are equally the most dangerous and mean during sex in my opinion😭😭

pairing brother’s best friend! nicholas x gn reader

you’ve never gotten along with your brother, euijoo’s friend nicholas. he’s the biggest player you’ve ever met, always coming around with a neck covered in hickeys and a phone blowing up with angry texts from hurt people after they’ve been dumped. yet, you can’t help but find yourself attracted to him. it keeps you up at 2 am on a night he’s sleeping over. your banter from earlier had you heated, all you could picture in your head being him turning you around and fucking you on the counter.

nicholas thinks you hate him. so try to imagine his surprise when he hears the soft moans coming from your room after quietly wandering to the bathroom at 2 am, he’s shocked. he’s even more shocked when he presses his ear to your door and hears his name slip from your mouth not once, not even twice, but three times. he hears your moans become louder as your orgasm hits you, and waits a moment before nearly slamming the door open.

“enjoying yourself?” he leans against the doorframe coolly. “on your stomach. let me help you.”

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note anon you’re killing me with this one oh my gosh. i threw in a little brother’s best friend au to set up the scenario!! and yes, i absolutely get the same mean vibes from nicho and yeonjun, maybe i’ll expand on yeonjun another time.

[smnxi]

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[yveshb]

NICHOLAS @ &TEAM - RUN WILD (KOREAN VER.) | FOCUS ON FACE

[riizegasm]

Soft as a Misty Rain || W. YX (Nicholas)

❀ pairing: &team nicholas x fem!reader

❀ genre: exes to lovers!au, fluff, minor angst

❀ word count: ~3.3k

❀ warnings: explicit language, one very brief non-descriptive depiction of sex, nico is really bad at communicating, the weather as a metaphor for emotions

❀ summary: In the storm that hangs over your life, your ex appears like a lightning strike. As much as you hate to admit it, he softens the rain, allowing you to face clearer skies.

❀ a/n: At this point, I feel like I need to warn y’all that I write more than just angst. But I promise this one is not that bad!! Much more fluff than usual, which was hard for me, but I hope you enjoy it. As usual, likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated and encouraged.

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He comes to you in the rain. The tips of his hair drip water onto his face, sliding down the unblemished skin until they land on his fully soaked clothes. His faded Pink Floyd shirt sticks to his frame, highlighting every ridge of his abdomen. The normally baggy jeans he wears hang even lower than they usually do, their cuffs hanging in a puddle of his own creation. 

It’s a warm summer rain, the kind that appears out of nowhere and clears within the hour. Its brevity can’t outweigh its intensity, though, thoroughly soaking everything in sight. The flowers love it, basking in the brief respite from the intense August heat. The flower in front of you, however, is wilting from the power of the storm, soaked and shaking. 

“Nicholas?”

When he finally raises his head, letting his eyes meet yours from behind the inky curtain of his bangs, you can’t help but shiver. Despite the time apart, he has never lost the intensity in his gaze. It still throws you off kilter. It still has you wanting to hold him close and never let go. It still has your heart shattering. 

“I’m sorry,” the boy whispers. “I just…I didn’t know where else to go.”

You would have thought that in the eight months that you spent broken up, he would have found someone else. You always assumed there was someone else for him, another person to confide in, another shoulder to lean on, another hand to hold. Despite the hollowness of his cheeks and the paleness of his skin, it’s hard to believe that there was truly nowhere else for him to go. 

You don’t know which scenario is worse: that he had no choice, or that he chose you. 

Seconds tick by, announced by the rhythmic drip of raindrops onto the floor of the hallway. Outside, a crash of thunder booms, practically shaking the entire building. It’s only then that you are able to snap yourself out of your reverie, moving aside to let the man into your apartment. 

Making Nicholas comfortable is second nature to you at this point, despite losing months of practice. You shoo him into the shower and warm up a towel for him in the dryer. The old hoodie and pair of basketball shorts you haven’t managed to throw out yet are neatly folded and placed on the bathroom counter. It doesn’t even cross your mind to take in his figure behind the glass of the shower pane, blurred from the steam condensing on its surface. Instead, you turn the air conditioner down and begin to heat a kettle for tea, knowing how easily he catches a cold. 

It’s a dance you know every step to, despite not having performed the choreography in years. 

The second time he appears is with a flash of lightning, suddenly standing near the foot of the couch. His eyes are downturned once again, hair still wet and concealing his gaze. He seems content to stare at the floor, so you take it upon yourself to speak. 

“Tea?”

Nicholas’s voice is hoarse as he responds, eyes still glued to the wooden planks beneath him. “Please.”

You hate the way one simple word has shivers running up your spine. It’s just that one word that transports you back in time—hands tangled in black and blonde dyed locks, lips moving fervently against each other, hips meeting in a filthy grind, a simple word uttered from spit-slicked lips. That couldn’t be further from the word’s meaning here, yet your mouth is flooded with the stale taste of second-hand cigarettes. 

As the storm rages on, Nicholas clutches the mug of tea in his hands, fingers tightening around the ceramic at every new boom of thunder. The building shakes and so does he. You wonder if your touch would be enough to warm the boy to his core, to halt every shiver. But it’s only after a particularly loud thunderclap that you realize his shaking is not from a lack of warmth. It’s from his own storm that has begun to stream down his cheeks.

“Nicholas,” you whisper softly, as if not to spook a woodland creature, “what’s going on?”

The man lets out a strangled sob, clutching the mug even tighter. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t even be here, but fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

Nicholas sniffles, finally tearing his eyes away from the steaming cup in his hands. “I’m sorry for still being in love with you.”

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Nine months prior

A flurry of kisses are placed all over your face, breaking your concentration from the book in front of you. You can’t help but giggle as your boyfriend’s assault continues, the man seeming determined to place a kiss on every inch of exposed skin. There isn’t much, as you have started to trade in your lighter fall jackets for thicker sweaters. Nicholas doesn’t seem to mind, though, tugging at your collar to expose even more of you. 

“Babe stop it!” You whine between puffs of laughter. “The story was just starting to get good.”

Your boyfriend just smirks, continuing to place his lips on any inch of you he can reach. “Don’t care,” he mumbles between kisses. “You look so cute when you’re concentrating.”

Nicholas was rarely shy with his affections. He was the type to constantly shower you in praise, return home with little gifts and trinkets for you, keep a protective hand around your waist at all times. Despite how shy he comes off at first, he is nothing short of extraverted in his love for you. In the years of you two dating, he has only gotten more bold in his proclamations of love, both literally and figuratively. 

“I love you,” he mutters, lips attached to a particularly sensitive patch of skin behind your ear. “You’re so cute. My pretty girl.”

The warmth of his breath tickles your skin, causing your entire body to sprout with goosebumps. The teasing pressure on the sensitive spot kickstarts your heart to pump a mile a minute, the heat encompassing your body comparable to the flames in the lit fireplace before you. Nicholas’s touch has rewired your inner workings to be constantly excited, constantly anticipating the pleasure to come. 

But nothing comes. Nicholas simply pulls away from you, a sweet smile on his face. 

“I’m going to go meet Yuma for lunch. Do you want me to bring anything back?”

You smile, shaking your head softly. “Have fun, though. Tell Yuma I said hi.”

“I will.”

Nicholas leaves a lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling away completely. You can’t help but watch with a fond stare as he flits about the apartment. It’s endearing to watch the furrow in his brow and the way he worries his bottom lip with his teeth. Only a few moments later, he deems himself ready to go, calling out one last goodbye as he disappears through the door. 

When scanning the damage he left behind on his way out, your eye is caught by the bright green of the clock displayed on the microwave. 4:37 pm, it reads. You can’t help but be confused. 

A little late for lunch, isn’t it?

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Eight months prior

He comes home reeking of cigarettes and smiling lazily. For a moment, you think he’s drunk, with his sluggish and uncoordinated movements. He trips over his own feet trying to get his shoes off, sighing frustratedly in the doorway. The sound has you rolling your eyes, increasingly growing agitated with your boyfriend’s actions. 

His nose is red as he enters the living room, sniffling frequently. The chill of December does that to people. But when his eyes meet yours from the opposite side of the couch, you notice the equally red eyes and the dried tear tracks staining his face. Instantly, your heart plummets. 

“What happened?”

Nicholas sniffles softly, reddened eyes slowly scanning your figure. He’s clearly pondering his words, face twisted into a grimace as if his own thoughts pain him. The hardcover book you had been reading falls from your slackened grip, making a loud thud as it hits the wooden floor. Neither of you move at the sound. 

“Y/N, I—,” Nicholas cuts himself off with a wince, biting back a sob. “We need to break up.”

After approximately two years, four months, and thirteen days, the thought of breaking up seems so outlandish that normally, you would laugh. Even if Nicholas looked you dead in your eyes on any other day and said he wanted to break up, you would laugh. Your nose would scrunch and your head would be tipped back as you let out a full body chuckle. You would playfully punch Nicholas’s arm and kiss him in the same breath. 

But you’re not laughing. 

“Break up? What? Why?” You can’t seem to stop the flurry of questions that leave your mouth. “What happened? Why now, all of a sudden?”

Nicholas shakes his head. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

The exhaustion in his voice sets off a ringing in your ears, as if sounding an alarm for your body. Despite the small inflections in his voice, clearly unsteady from crying, you know he means what he’s saying. Nicholas has never been the type to be careless about his words, especially when it comes to you. 

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” As you speak, your voice begins to take on a sharp edge, piercing through the living room. “After two fucking years you just decide you can’t do this? What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means that I can’t do this. I can’t do us anymore.”

A violent heat begins to overtake your face, metaphorical steam coming out of your ears as if you were a cartoon. In your prior breakups you had been sad, resigning yourself to whatever reason had split you apart. However, right now, nothing can overtake the scalding confusion that is consuming you right now. You imagine that you could single-handedly reverse the December chill, making your surroundings feel like the hottest of summers. 

“But why?” You wince as your voice cracks. 

“Because,” Nicholas sighs. “I just can’t. We can’t. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.”

He leaves you in the warmth of your apartment as he faces the bitter cold of the winter. His reddened face is hidden almost completely by a thick beanie, layers of clothing doing their best to protect his frail body underneath. You watch from your bedroom window as his figure treks down the street, disappearing around a concrete corner. Only then does it begin to snow. 

.         .         .

Seven months prior

You are sobbing. 

.         .         .

Six months prior

You are crying. 

.         .          .

Five months prior

You are tearing up. 

.         .         .

Four months prior 

You are expressionless. 

.          .         .

Three months prior

You are listening. 

.          .         .

Two months prior

You are speaking. 

.          .         .

One month prior

You are smiling. 

.         .         .

Present day

You are sobbing. 

It only took those few words from Nicholas for you to break down, the storm overtaking your emotions mirroring the one outside your window. Your sobs oddly harmonize with Nicholas’s own, both of your sadness manifesting in the same way despite the very different reasons for it. It’s as if you exist in a strangely cast musical, with Nicholas in the role of the heartbreaker and you in the role of the heartbroken. 

But now, you can’t quite pinpoint whether or not your tears stem from that same heartbreak you experienced eight months ago, or if it’s brewing from something deeper. 

“You don’t get to just say that,” you hiccup. “After all these months of nothing! You broke up with me without even explaining why.”

Nicholas winces at the harsh tone of your voice, ducking his head to look at the floor. “I know. Fuck, I know. And I’m sorry. I just had to tell you how I felt…how I still feel.”

The ceramic mug makes a soft clinking sound as Nicholas places it on the coffee table, the tea it housed probably having grown cold. It’s enough to force the space into a bout of tense silence, the only interruptor being the steady patter of rain against the window panes. You imagine that the next boom of thunder will be strong enough to shake the apartment, strong enough to shock you out of this nightmare in which your ex boyfriend still loves you. 

You swallow thickly, forcing your tears to subside for a moment. “Then why? Why did you leave me?”

“Because,” Nicholas sighs. “I was scared.”

The Nicholas you used to know was rarely ever scared. He didn’t blink an eye when he would get weird stares over his unique fashion choices. He would laugh in the face of the most insidious horror movies and cringe at their jump scares. You deemed him your knight in shining armor, ready to slay any dragon that dared come close. 

“You? Scared of what?”

Nicholas smiles sadly. “Do you remember when we went Thanksgiving shopping?”

You remember it vividly. The day had been abnormally warm for November, so you were clad in one of Nico’s tee shirts and a pair of old yoga pants. The store was immensely crowded, so much so that the two of you ended up pressed together like sardines in the aisle. It wasn’t that bad overall until you and a random lady had both reached for the last can of cranberry sauce. She tried to argue you down for it, making a case that since she was older, she deserves the can and everything. While she was so busy yelling, you grabbed the can, stuck out your tongue, and left. 

“That lady was just yelling and yelling, and you grabbed that can, and took me with you. When I was following behind you, or I guess you were dragging me by the hand, I couldn’t help but think ‘gosh, I love you so much’. I loved you so much that it scared me.”

Something flutters in your core. “Nico—,”

“We’re so young, and yet, every time I looked at you, I couldn’t think about anything but growing old together. Hell, I used to stay up at night thinking about what our kids would look like. That’s how much I loved you, Y/N. And I felt like I was smothering you. You had your job and you would come home and read and cook and I would just be distracting you and begging for your attention. Do you know how sad that is? It almost felt like it wasn’t healthy. So I had to leave. I had to let you live.”

A tense silence overtakes the apartment, sucking all of the oxygen from the room. Your fingers busy themselves by playing with the frayed ends of a tattered blanket. It’s the one that Nicholas got you for your first Christmas spent together, forest green with red hearts etched across its surface. You wouldn’t dare to admit that you haven’t spent a single night without snuggling with it, tucking it under your chin and breathing in its faded scent. It’s the very scent that strikes you with a bout of confidence, looking directly into the gaze of the man across from you. 

“Nico, what makes you think that I would want to live without you?”

Plush lips part into a surprised “o” as Nicholas looks at you. His reddened eyes scan your face, as if searching for a reason to not believe you. It takes a few seconds for him to complete his assessment, mouth shutting silently. He nods once, twice, clearly mulling something over in his head, always extremely cautious before he speaks. You used to wish he was more forthcoming, and just said whatever was on the tip of his tongue. After all, it was what got you both into this situation in the first place. 

“I thought you needed to,” Nicholas confesses. “I couldn’t stand feeling like I was holding you back.”

You laugh soullessly. “You know that I stopped reading after you left. I haven’t picked up a book in months.”

“Why?”

You try not to coo at the confusion etched across the man’s face. “Because fantasy didn’t seem as magical if I didn’t have a spectacular reality to come back to. You were spectacular, Nico. We were spectacular.”

Many would say that the mundane simply couldn’t be spectacular, but you thought that couldn’t be further from the truth. There was something about cooking dinner for the two of you that lit your core up. Sharing chaste kisses over the pages of a book made you smile like no other. Playing dress up in the mall and buying matching accessories was simply joyous. Being with Nicholas was magical, in the same way that spinning straw into gold was. 

When he left, a permanent tempest hung over your head. Storm clouds pelted you with the harshest rains with no relief. A tornado of emotions constantly tore through your body. And just when the skies began to clear, here comes Nicholas flashing back into your life like a lightning strike. 

“So, what are you saying?” Nicholas asks, voice barely a whisper. 

“Do you want to be with me?”

“More than anything.”

The rain has softened against the window, slowing to a mellow drizzle. 

“Then let’s be together.”

Nicholas sniffles, eyes falling shut. “Please don’t joke with me right now.”

You can’t help but let out a wet chuckle at the desperation coloring Nicholas’s voice. It prompts you to cross the distance on the couch until you settle right next to him. His hands are still chilled when you grab them, resting them both in your lap. The calloused skin of his palms feels so familiar against your papercut riddled fingers. 

“Look at me,” you coo, smiling softly when the man across from you obliges. “I’m not joking. I want to be together as long as you promise to be upfront with me. And, you have to know that I love you. I want a future with you. That’s nothing to be scared of.”

“But—,”

“No buts. Promise me.”

Nicholas eyes your intertwined hands, softly flexing his fingers where they sit in between yours. It’s only after you give his hands a firm squeeze that his lips part in a smile. He laughs once, as if in disbelief, before meeting your gaze once again. 

“I promise.”

Your lips are only able to smile for a brief second before a mouth covers them. It shocks you for a moment, until you melt into the familiarity of slightly chapped lips moving against yours. You can feel where Nicholas can’t really stop smiling, letting out a small giggle when your teeth clack together. It doesn’t deter either of you, though, simply content to continue trading giggles and kisses.

It takes a handful of minutes for you two to part, the stream of kisses never escalating further. The small distance between the two of you proves to be too much for Nicholas, who wraps a hand around your waist to pull you even closer. He scoops your legs into his lap, allowing you to sit draped across him. It’s the perfect position to allow you to look up at him, admiring the soft slope of his nose and the pretty curve of his lips. You find yourself pushing back his fringe in order to more clearly see his eyes. They are still red rimmed, but it does little to obscure the simple adoration in his gaze. 

The intensity of his stare forces you to look away, attempting to fight the heat rising to your cheeks. You end up peering beyond the window, noticing the hints of sunlight that are beginning to peek through the clouds. You smile, watching as the world begins to be illuminated bit by bit. 

“Look, it stopped raining,” you tell Nicholas. 

When you turn to face the man, he is still staring down at you, a soft smile lighting up his face. 

“I had a feeling it would.”

.FIN.

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His eyes screamed lovesick from every angle and perspective. He failed to notice his lips curving into a lopsided smile, eyelids heavy with love, not even blinking. Orbs fixated on you in a way like it was their designed job. The curve of your chin, the texture of your skin he could feel on his fingertips just by looking at it. Your pretty lips he loved oh so much, talking, kissing, smiling, you name it. He loved everything about you.

Until he finally made eye contact with you, in any other way, he’d be mesmerized and just study and examine every little crevice but this time a faint blush coated his cheeks, he was caught red-handed.

“Please? Sweetie, just a little hug..” he knew you couldn’t resist the puppy eyes he pressured you with every single time he wanted something. A small nuzzle of his head against the side of your neck, arms sneaking to encircle your waist without you noticing and he just held there in his grasp. Now even if you wanted to push him away, you wouldn’t be able to. The gentle muscles flexed as your fingertips traced the old scar on his arm, your nails barely even grazing it. Goosebumps rising over him, and having him completely melt against you, unable to peel him off. He showered your warm skin with wet pecks up and down your neck, chin, and collarbone.

He craves physical connection without exception, using pokes, tickles, and tackles to seek attention and affection. When he doesn’t receive the love he needs, he becomes grumpy and snappy, showing no hint of a smile or happiness. There may be nothing else that can bring him joy besides being by your side.

When you find yourself needing his warmth and closeness, he often responds with a smug attitude, teasing you by saying things like, “You should’ve just said so,” or “I didn’t know my girlfriend was so over the moon about me.” However, as soon as he notices you pouting and taking his teasing a bit too seriously, he softens his approach and simply holds you. His hand gently soothes your hair, providing comfort and reassurance.

“Nicho..” You huffed out in slight frustration, one hand working to push his head off of you, though you put in little to no effort. “Just let me be~” “I need to get up, Nicholas” “It can wait.” “You can too.” “I can’t.” And like that, from gently lying his head on your lap, he moved to drape himself across you, all his weight supported by you, making you subtly groan under him as he just contently smiles.

Not big on words, so when something prodding at his brain, especially in a bad way, he just stays silent. His lips pressed in a thin line as he observes you, getting more frustrated by every passing minute and he can feel his jealousy overflow. It feels so bad, so wrong. Is he making a big deal out of it? Should he even mention it? Probably no. It was just a simple conversation in which you may have given someone a bit more attention than you should’ve.

Then you come and kiss his frown away from his face, doing your best to make it change into his pretty, shining smile while he comes forward about his feelings for you.

He’s very proud of you and your relationship, not overly affectionate in public but does make it clear for outsiders that you’re his. Be it a simple hand laying on your back, your thigh, or an arm draped over you. He nuzzles his nose against your skin and cheek, keeping firm eye-contact with that one random guy a few meters from you who seemed quite interested in you. The moment concludes in a lingering, gentle kiss on your lips, thumb brushing soothing circles on your cheek.

He has those times where he cooes at you like you’re a baby, braiding your hair and twirling it around his fingers as you contently rest your head on his chest. Scratched on your side and back, basking in the way you cling onto him even more and then finally, drags you into a tight hug, crushing your face into him, he clings to you like you’re a pillow.

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FIRST ENCOUNTER - nicholas ۫ ꣑ৎ

pairing . . . wang nicholas x fem!reader

contents . . . fluff , strangers to ??? , reader is taiwanese , place set in taiwan .

message . . . bare w/ me if i wrote smth wrong in mandarin! I used google for this so they're not that accurate.

"Xièxiè, (thank you) come again!" You said, bidding farewell to the customer who left the cafe you work at. You took away the empty cups they left behind, as well as the plates for the pastries they bought. You went behind the counter where the kitchen was also located as you placed them in the sink.

When suddenly, a chime started ringing, an indication that there's new customers. You glanced at them and was greeted by three men who you assumed were close with your age, if not, probably younger because of their youthful appearance. You took note with the way their style of clothing as well, internally clapping your hands for their good taste in fashion.

"huān yíng! (Welcome) sit wherever you like, and I'll be with you shortly." You told them, speaking in your own dialect, without noticing that the other two are foreigners in Taiwan, gesturing at the few unoccupied seats and tables. The blonde guy bowed shortly before glancing at both of his friends, talking in another language, translating what you have said for them. After a few seconds, a few oh's errupted from their mouths as they bowed at you.

"Xi... Xièxiè..?" The two foreigners said, unsure. You only nodded your head as you turned your back, trying to suppress anchickle as you took three menus and a complimentary bread for them. You heard the blonde one laugh at their foreign accent before they sat at a corner beside the window, a perfect seat for sightseeing.

You went towards their seats, and started reaching them the menus. Somehow, Nicholas felt a bit uncomfortable with your lack of enthusiasm. He knows he's famous in Taiwan, it's no wonder. But he couldn't help but feel odd towards you. Surely, you were in the same age as them, considering your choice of style when you removed your apron for a few minutes.

It's not like you wouldn't recognize him, since he didn't wear any disguises at the moment since he knew this place didn't have a lot of people lurking. His two members— Harua and Maki, didn't wear any disguises to cover themselves as well. And yet, Nicholas watched your move, how you calmly tried— emphasized on tried, to talk to them in your broken english after learning that they didn't speak the same language as you. How you didn't gush over them the moment they stepped into the cafe, it was odd. Really odd.

After attempting to talk to the other two with your helpless english, you gave up, turning your head towards the blonde one as you spoke to him instead.

"I'm sorry, I know you're a customer but can you please help me talk to them?" You asked as you spoke in fluent mandarin, desperation laced on your tone of voice. Nicholas, who was caught staring at you shamelessly ever since you went to their table, shook his head to get himself out of his thoughts, as he mindlessly nodded.

"If you find anything good on the menu, just point it out and I'll tell her." Nicholas told the other two, speaking in a dialect which you assumed was japanese.

Harua and Maki both nodded their heads as they scanned through the menu, Harua being the first one to choose. He pointed out at a certain dessert and a drink, while Nicholas nodded as he resumed to you.

"He'd like the mango snowflake dessert and a large caramel macchiato." As Nicholas spoke, you nodded your head while writing down the other.

It took a while, but you've finally overcome the struggles of entertaining foreign customers. The order almost took half an hour to finish because of the amount of desserts they ordered. But finally, you went back to their table with their orders.

"Hey, by chance, can I ask you something?" Nicholas asked as you were about to go back to tend to other customers. You stopped from your tracks as you faced him once again, offering a polite smile.

"Of course, is there something wrong?" You asked. The blonde guy shaking his head as a no. His two friends, didn't pay attention, since they don't understand it anyways. They thought it was just Nicholas ordering something again, or probably asking where the bathroom is.

"I'm just curious if you know &TEAM?" Nicholas asked, staring at you. It took you awhile to notice but this man is, seriously, good-looking. Like he came out from a manhua. His bright hair complimented his skin, and the way he wore his outfit was immaculate.

"&TEAM...?" You mumbled, eyebrows furrowed together as you recall if you ever stumbled upon it before.

"No, sorry. What's &TEAM?" You asked, not your intention to ever offend anyone. Nicholas didn't take it the wrong way, but he surely didn't think you don't know them.

"Eh? How old are you?" You were quite skeptical as to why this fine looking man is asking your age.

"Turning 22... why?" You asked once again, now curious why he's asking you all of these questions. Now, Nicholas' eyebrows were furrowed together as well, his lips parted as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"Do you know any k-pop or j-pop groups?" Nicholas asked another question, not bothering to answer yours.

"I'm familiar with the k-pop and j-pop concepts, but I don't know any groups." You answered, still confused. Nicholas could only nodded his head as he apologize for the excessive questions. You told him it was okay, and he doesn't need to apologize.

You surely did get Nicholas' attention, and he's very much intrigued on what you do in your daily life to not know even a single kpop or jpop group. So when he stood up and paid at the counter, he slipped in a piece of note in between the money he gave.

If you're curious about j-pop, give me a call;) also, you should try listening to &TEAM. They have great music.

— &TEAM Nicholas

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