#niki scneario

[niki-phoria]

WINTER WONDERLAND

pairing: niki x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 358

notes: happy late birthday niki <3

niki is freezing. he clenches his jaw in an attempt to prevent his teeth from chattering and his hands tightly grip the hot packs he had slipped into his pockets. the multiple layers of fabric between his body and the freezing air seem to do nothing to keep him warm.

letting out a sigh, he watches as his breath emerges as a cloud of temporary white smoke. despite how he feels like his body is slowly freezing into a piece of ice, a soft smile still lingers on his lips. niki’s gaze remains transfixed on you, watching as you twirl around in the seemingly endless blizzard. in his view you look akin to an angel - albeit one clad in an overly thick jacket and heavy boots. 

“ki!” you call over the sound of the wind. snowflakes drift as the wind blows, occasionally stinging against the exposed skin of your cheeks. ice crunches beneath your feet as you stumble through the storm towards niki.

he sacrifices the warmth of his pocket to take your hand into his own when you reach him, poorly attempting to intertwine your fingers together through your overly thick gloves. 

you smile brightly at him; your cheeks flushed from the cold. “dance with me?”

niki chuckles, softly shaking his head. despite his faux annoyance, he steps forwards, kicking a mound of uneven snow out of your way before taking your hands into his own. 

your clunky snow boots slide on the mixture of ice and snow beneath your feet as you awkwardly begin to slow dance. giggles fall from both of your lips as the distance between your bodies slowly becomes smaller and smaller until your arms are tightly wrapped around niki’s shoulders and his snake around your waist, resting comfortably on your hips. 

niki smiles. his gaze meets yours for a second; your dancing lulls before eventually stopping. time seems to freeze. “i love you,” he murmurs, whispering the words beneath his breath. 

you smile brightly, leaning in to press your lips against his in lieu of a verbal response. maybe the cold isn’t so bad if niki has your warmth to hold onto.

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[niki-phoria]

pairing: niki x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 475

summary: doing niki's makeup

includes: lots of fluff, reader sits in niki's lap, written with male reader in mind

a/n: hypothetically... would anyone be interested in nct dream fics when i start taking reqs again skndslk

“can i do your makeup?”

the question catches niki off guard. a soft chuckle of disbelief escapes his lips as he glances up at you from his position sitting on your bed. you’re only an arm’s length away, sitting at your vanity with an eager glint in your eyes, surrounded by a variety of makeup brushes and too many products to count. 

niki blinks in surprise after a few seconds. “my makeup?” he finally repeats as if the word is foreign on his tongue. 

“yeah,” you smile as you nod, momentarily turning around to grab what looks like a small, black pencil. “you look pretty with eyeliner.”

despite his better judgement, niki has never been able to say “no” to you. the way your lips would purse into a slight pout and your shoulders dramatically deflate always made him immediately begin rushing to your every whim. 

with one final glance back at his bare face in your large vanity mirror, niki finally raises one shoulder in a soft shrug. “okay,” he nods, clicking his phone off and setting the device off to the side. 

his lips quirk into an amused grin when you brightly smile at him through the mirror’s reflection. “come on,” you eagerly say, patting the edge of your bed as you urge him to sit down. your movements are almost overly cautious as you shift to sit in his lap; your knees pressed against either side of his lips. niki’s hands ghost against your waist when he gently tugs you even closer to him. 

“is this okay?” he whispers. his eyes momentarily flick from staring into yours to your lips. your breath hitches in your throat for a second before softly nodding. 

“it’s perfect,” you murmur. your touch is gentle when you reach up to rest your hand against niki’s cheek. you carefully position the eyeliner pencil against the side of his face near his eye. “close your eyes.”

niki nearly flinches back when the tip of the pencil momentarily touches his eyelid. despite eye makeup being commonplace for performances, the material feels foreign against his skin. each one of your strokes are small and gentle as you carefully line the angle of his eyes, leaving a small black line in its wake. 

niki’s hands rest comfortably against your hips as you work. you pull away after a few seconds; a satisfied smile lingers on your lips. “how do i look?” he asks, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of himself in your vanity mirror.

instead of answering, you simply lean in to catch his lips against yours in a sweet kiss nonetheless. you rest your forehead against his when you pull away, stifling a chuckle at his flushed cheeks. “like i said,” you stifle a chuckle when niki leans in to follow your lips. “you look pretty with eyeliner.”