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Follow the script. Don’t injure civilians. Don’t damage any crucial architecture. Dodge, hurl some meaningless insults at Nice, swing your sword, get hit, fight back, and repeat. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
Dodge. Wreck’s thoughts were repetitive and so were his movements as he gracefully evaded attack after attack from the embodiment of perfection. His eyes never left the target, his „enemy” shining like a star as his pristine white costume reflected the Sun rays.
To the outsiders this whole performance looked like an intense battle for survival but to them it was a routine at this point, practiced countless times.
Insult.’Is that really what you have got?! When did the Perfect Hero become so pathetic?’
Why did the lines always sound so cringe?
There were much better things to say, like complimenting Nice’s mesmerising eyes, but Wreck promised himself not to let his feelings cloud his judgement, it’s been like that for years now.
Get hit. A sense of familiarity overcame him as the white-haired hero punched him in the stomach sending his body flying. Nice’s punches looked spectacular but he always adjusted strength so as not to injure the other man. Wreck would recognize his fists even in the dark. They appeared so violent yet were so gentle, comparable even to a hug. Just feeling Nice’s hands on him comforted the man. Made all the effort worth it.
Fight back. The majestic sword slashed through the air where his opponent stood a second ago. A wave of red matter followed suit creating a spectacular arch which shattered the windows in the surrounding building. Did Wreck overdo it? Maybe a bit, but anything for their fight to attract more attention to how amazing Nice was.
Repeat. Where was Nice? He should have pummeled Wreck into the ground by now. A loud gasp was heard from the sidelines. Curious civilians pointed their cameras at the figure always cloaked in
white and wearing a bright smile.
Debris and dust made him look like an angel that fell to the ground. So beautiful even with his costume torn and gray.
‘Fuck’
The decision to run towards Nice was a split-second one. One moment Wreck was standing tall, the other he was kneeling next to his arch nemesis shaking his shoulders and looking for a sign of life on the man’s face. Nice looked like a statue, too perfect to be real. All about him passed out on the dirty ground was just plain wrong.
Wreck gently cleaned the intricate golden accessory on the man’s chest. His hands slowly raising to touch his opponent’s face when his “arch nemesis”eyelids fluttered and he realized the grave mistake he had made. As soon as Nice’s eyes opened, he ran.
‘I am an idiot, they will have my head’
‘What were you thinking?! No, let me rephrase that’ the blonde-haired woman shouted while declining constantly incoming calls. ‘Were you even thinking at all! It’s Nice for fucks sake, such a weak hit wouldn’t hurt the perfect hero!’
‘Yes?’ she silenced Wreck with a flick of a wrist to finally answer the phone.
‘We are working on it and a plan to deal with that fiasco will be ready today’ An unsettling silence like a calm before a storm filled the room.
Miss J approached the window. After massaging her temples her eyes finally landed on Wreck again.
‘Do you see that billboard?’ Right across the street Nice’s smiling face with “An ordinary person can also become Mr. Perfect” written underneath stared at them.
It was a part of a recent campaign to boost Nice’s trust value and increase the place in popularity polls. Nice really was a symbol of perfection to all those people and Wreck was so close to ruining it.
‘Your stunt put all the work we put into creating his spotless image in danger! Now our flawless hero is being swarmed by the media asking if he is sick!’ She looked on the verge of popping a vein from anger. This woman has always been a bit scary.
‘I am sorry, he should have easily dodged that attack, I was worried’ Judging from the look sent his way by the woman it was not the right thing to say so he just shrugged and averted his gaze.
Wreck was grabbed by the collar and forced to turn his head towards the TV screen where a video of him basically cradling Nice in his arms played on repeat . His actions were too gentle for an arch-nemesis.
The concern seeped through the mask as he ran towards the hero and people noticed.
Right the “the villain” realized how out of character he acted back then, but it was hard to feel bad for being scared for the hero. They were best friends for fucks sake! For a second he thought he killed the other man. Maybe he lacked the confidence in Nice, but for him he was not just a hero, but also his safe place he couldn’t afford to lose. He would be left with nothing.
He had to check if everything was okay. Nice was someone he couldn't even bear to think about losing. If he did then jumping off of a cliff would seem like the only good option.
‘First lost fight since the rise of the hero Nice, should we be worried? Is that the first imperfection of our Perfect Hero? Stay tuned for more details’ The news reporter spoke and every word somehow became background noise to Wreck as Miss J spoke.
‘Don’t contact Nice before this shitshow is over. We can’t risk you getting caught with him’ distaste was so apparent in her tone it made Wreck confused.
‘Miss J, what are you insinuating?’
‘You are acting like a kicked puppy, an obsessed clown when you call me every week asking when you can appear with Nice on the TV. Remember your place and the contract you signed. You can be replaced with a different “arch nemesis” if you can’t do your job properly. Don’t get your feelings mixed up into that act” She nearly spat in his direction before storming out of the room to pick up another call.
Replaceable? Was he nothing but a pawn for Treeman to use to boost Nice’s trust value? It hurt but he would accept that if it meant he could work with Nice.
‘I’ll stay as long as Nice himself doesn’t tell me to fuck off’ he flipped the door off.
The situation didn’t look good for Wreck now and the only thing that could save him now was probably a miracle.
@Nicecockbro
Did you guys see that too? The vibes?!! Let me say what WE ALL (yes WE and no I am NOT speaking French) think
THEY ARE FUCKING!!!!!!!!!!!
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@Nicecockbro
OMG HIT TWEET! FOLLOW ME I DRAW 💕💕
@sex_with_X
No cause idgaf about Nice (don’t jump me) but like hello??? I am invested in that shii
@WreckMyBed
He was so hot during that fight but omfg so caring too??? Perfect man??? 😍😍
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@user42069
Girl your man is a whole ass villain (agreed though) he can wreck that pussy
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@konZValony
Ima hold your hand when I tell you this…
@wale_wiadro
Can’t wait for them to finally kiss like the tension is unbearable asfskihglisadhgsifa
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@2137funnyhaha
YESS LIKE IF U R ENEMIES SO LONG U R NO LONGER ENEMIES U R GAY
@LittleMissPerfect
Imo Nice looks like a twink sorry not sorry
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@BritishCigarettes
Look at him. You can’t convince me that he likes women
@NagiAtMcDonalds
Gay people pmo
Doing shit like that instead of confessing
@WhimperingMenASMR
What’s their ship name? #Wrice? #Neck? Its so bad bruh
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@ratararatararatararatara
* it’s
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@WhimperingMenASMR
stfu
@ImissKlance
That video was giving ‘we had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms!’
Can somebody write a Voltron AU fanfiction of them??????? ILL PAY
@ZarazWracam
Can we acknowledge that IF they would actually get together it would make Nice, who appears to be perfect to the public, like super progressive? Like people really started asking about his love life and he always evaded the question but he never denied anything soooooo maybe it’s enemies AND lovers
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@Argenthillmontly
I think yall are reaching here. He is straight wtf
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@ZarazWracam
Bitch you ship Argenti and Boothill
We are cousins sit tf down
@AO3WarriorSENDHELPORMONEY
Fic posted!!!!
Coffee shop AU
Pls comment
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@Nicecockbro
YOU NEED YOU’RE ASS ATE!!
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@ratararatararatararatara
*Your
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@Nicecockbro
Omg kys
Nice was having something like a migraine. Wreck was ghosting him, not responding even when he tried to call him on his XBOX. Everything was confusing. He could still feel those warm hands holding him so gently. Like something fragile.
Since the day his old name was replaced by “Nice” he never felt truly real. Always an icon, a hero, a symbol of perfection, but never a person. Pretty pathetic that the first time he felt human was when lying on that dirty ground surrounded by debris. When he opened his eyes and the warmth surrounding him left, he was close to reaching for Wreck, wanting to keep him close.
Now it was not something he had the luxury to think about since Miss J was urging him out of the hero tower towards the limo. Nice was pretty glad he could finally leave the apartment, but going to another meeting was not ideal. Getting drunk on his best friend’s couch would be a hundred times better.
‘Nice! What do you think about Wreck and what he did last week!?’ reporters surrounded them like hyenas following their prey.
‘Are you seriously injured?’
‘Can you confirm the speculation that you are romantically involved with your arch nemesis?’ was the question that made Nice hesitate and stop for a second just to be tugged towards the car by Miss J who gave him a threatening look-a clear warning to not answer.
‘Did you know that Wreck had that gentle side?’ and similar questions bombarded him as they finally entered the car. What was going on?
It was too much for the hero. Just being such a high-profile celebrity was tiring, but the media never cared THAT much.
‘Don’t talk to anyone before we have an actual plan to fix it’ Miss J gave him a stern look before furiously typing something on the tablet. Nice sighed and rested his head against the window to observe other vehicles passing by. There was nothing else to do now, just waiting.
@Nicecockbro
DID YOU SEE THAT HE STOPPED WHEN THEY ASKED HIM IF THEY WERE ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED OMFGGG TELL ME IM NOT DELUSIONAL
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@user42069
You are but yeah i noticed it too
Wrice getting more real every day
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@wale_wiadro
Nice really stopped to think before topping a twink smh
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@WreckMyBed
Bold of you to assume Nice would top bro is a twinkatron 3000
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@sex_with_X
no way u just called him that lmaooo😭😭😭😭
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@Nicecockbro
Ship may be called Neck but rather than neck Nice be getting that head
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@sex_with_X
BRO????
‘Can you say all that again? I am not sure im following’ Wreck’s jaw hitthe floor as the young marketing boy Lin Ling proposed a “genius plan” to fix the mistake he made last week while fighting Nice.
Nice and Wreck were seated on the white couch with Miss J standing nearby and listening to the idea that was something Lin Ling probably jotted down while on some heavy drugs. Psychedelic substances were the only excuse for creating so eying so diabolical.
The hero looked tense and so did his arch nemesis, because this situation was absurd.
‘Okay! One more time!’ The overly animated enthusiastic man really seemed to believe that his plan was flawless.
‘Nice’ he pointed at the man ‘hero so perfect that his mere presence and attention made the villain feared by the public switch sides, literally as well’ he winked and Wreck wanted to kill himself.
‘We can work on that line’ Lin Ling coughed.
‘Wreck, he never knew that meeting that one hero would change his life forever. Every fight, every exchanged blow, every insult and look is like a breath of fresh air for him. He wants to have Nice all to himself but doesn’t know why. He can't name those feelings yet, because they are new for such a heartless villain, right? Wrong!’ he slammed the whiteboard with his fist and sent it flying to the ground.
Nice and Wreck exchanged looks before rolling their eyes in sync.
‘With every fight they become more gentle with each other.The looks they give each other last longer, a subtle understanding between such different people. With time they turn into fondness and finally into love’ The brown haired man gave them a wide smile which seemed a bit unsettling. He seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much.
‘But what does that mean for Nice’s image? Of course that just him simply existing makes villains reconsider their actions. Seems fitting for the future top 10 hero. The public opinion will also skyrocket since it will show how open minded the hero is, but will also fix what we have been working on- making Nice more relatable. Looking for a suitable girlfriend was a hassle, at least that’s what Miss J said, but it’s not a problem anymore since now Nice will have -’ He made a drum roll sound ‘A boyfriend!’
There is no way it wasn’t a hallucination.
‘You guys already have fans and are all over Twitter. The response is so positive we can’t let this opportunity slip’
Nice though he was under influence, having a stroke, and dying at the same time.
That’s what they came up with?!
A slow burn romance between him and Wreck?!
There is no way his best friend would agree to th-
‘Fine by me’ Nice’s eyes snapped to Wreck who just shrugged.
‘If it helps our perfect hero’s image and trust value then I have no objections’ His tone was weird, a bit softer than always, it made the hero feel a bit nauseous. The man seemed so calm that Nice told himself to later make sure if his best friend was not replaced by a lookalike.
‘Nice?’ Miss J urged him to agree. How could he say anything but yes? He was tied to the company by a contract. A puppet wirh an illusion of free will.
‘Okay’ he managed a fake smile which was probably good enough since the woman nodded before leaving to make yet another call, probably already putting the plan in motion.
Wreck looked at Nice but didn’t say anything. It seemed they both had a lot to process. Such a dramatic 180 degree turn was unexpected. Acting as the hero’s lover? It’s something that the man only allowed himself to dream about. Since their trainee days the fondness for the white haired man lingered yet was never addressed. He was his only friend, his light, his home. How could he have dared to ask for more.
He would rather pine for ages than force his feelings onto such an important person.
Years of avoiding acting greedy and confessing were now laughing in his face.
‘See? It’s all you ever wanted and you can have it but it will never be real, just another act’ Better fake than not at all. He sighed.
Despite appearing emotionless, Nice’s thoughts were all over the place.
He didn’t think he could pull that plan off. It would all be an act, but why did the idea of faking being in love with Wreck felt so wrong?
He avoided getting a girlfriend for years, but now a relationship was unavoidable. It wasn’t a girl though, but someone he knew, trusted, and would do anything for. Anything but this.
Wouldn’t this act influence their life off screen as well? Wouldn’t it be awkward to playfight and platonically hug behind the screen just to maybe make out on live TV? Was he the only one finding it weird? Fuck, it could ruin their friendship.
Physucal touch was something they often initiate, seeking connection with each other. Sitting close, leaning on each other not only in a metaphorical way. Nice wasn’t grossed out by the thoughts of doing anything more, but with making Wreck uncomfortable.
Then came the problem with Trust Value. He was the perfect hero, but being with a man would make him flawed, would make some people find him disgusting. Was that really the only option? Sacrificing some audience to gain the attention of the others? To make the media talk even more? It was contradictory to anything he has ever done since becoming “Nice”.
‘We have the plan ready so I’ll send you a script via email. Next time you appear in public I want to see the yearning, conflicting emotions, and hope in your eyes. Sell it to those clueless people. They will eat up anything you do’ Miss J waved her hand dismissing them.
Those unlucky best friends really had to talk, it was already overdue. That’s how they ended up on the couch in Wreck’s apartment sipping some fruit flavoured beer and rewarching the scene that started this disaster in slow motion.
‘Why didn't you answer my calls and messages?! I was worried’ Nice asked to end the awkward silence. His tone indicating disappointment rather than anger and Wreck knew it was cruel. Nice had barely any contact with anyone beside people managing him and reporters so his best friend ghosting him was like torture.
‘Miss J said I wasn’t allowed’ Wreck paused to look at his friend. His eyes were puffy and cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
He was so beautiful. His blue eyes, always looking like a serene lake, we’re full of ripples now. The sadness so evident Wreck’s heart stopped for a second.
‘I felt bad for almost ruining your image too, I probably should have followed the script. Sorry for that’ That was a lie, he wasn’t sorry. He wouldn’t have done anything differently if given a chance.
Nice’s response was splashing Wreck with what remained in his beer can.
‘You can’t be serious. Nobody cares about me, they care about Nice! They would even clone me if anything happened. I’m not a person, I’m a symbol. But not to you’ he shouted and blew his nose into a handkerchief he materialised from god knows where.
‘Clone you? They would never, there is no another Nice. You are irreplaceable’ Wreck found his friend’s theatrics endearing. He really was one in a million.
The night ended with Nice sleeping soundly, drooling over the brunette’s shoulder.
Even with his adorable imperfections he was still perfect.
‘Good to see you again, Nice! I though you would stay down for longer after last time!’ Wreck laughed and pierced the air with his sword. This time he was sure to follow the script no matter what. He wouldn’t fuck it up, not again, never again.
‘Missed me so much?’ The hero responded before landing a hit on Wreck’s thigh and sending him to the ground.
According to the plan, they were supposed to banter a bit more, but still act hostile enough for people to believe they were enemies. A “slow burn” as that overly enthusiastic guy Lin Ling put it.
Maybe it was just his imagination, but the kick seemed to hurt more than ever. Was Nice putting more strength into their act now? He coughed and used his powers to shift the ground underneath into spear-like structures. They flew towards Nice with overwhelming speed. The hero evaded them gracefully, even if some were a near hit.
His moves were mesmerizing, like a ballet dancer but without anything tying him to the ground. Just floating through the air like a swan.
Brunette’s heart skipped a beat. That second of hesitation cost him a lot, the next punch from Nice sent Wreck flying. Then came the kick that made him crash into the ground. Dust rose around his body. Someone was approaching. Everything hurt. Something was wrong. Why was he so weak? Uneasiness overcame him as he started feeling nauseous—his head spinning, vision blurry. Someone was talking but he couldn’t hear anything.
The last thing he registered before blacking out was ‘I’ll protect everyone’s smile. Especially yours’.
@WreckMyBed
ILL PROTECT YOUR SMILE OMFG NO WAY
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@Nicecockbro
That’s what Im saying HE WANTS THAT COOKIE SO EFFIN BAD
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@wale_wiadro
DID YALL SEE THAT GENTLE TOUCH TO HIS MASK????
LIKE JUST KISS ALREADY WE ARE TIREDDDDDDD
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@sex_with_X
Yall made me care about those hoes 😭
@user42069
I like to think that when they get together Wreck will open a bar or something that Nice frequently visits. And he makes him a drink, leans on the counter and says that he will accept payment when they get home or something. I just KNOW that Wreck is hot af.
We have never seen his face but I kinda like imagining his as a brunette, piercings, tattoos and stuff like that. Wreck face reveal when?!!!!
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@WreckMyBed
YES THANK YOU FINALLY REALISED THAT WRECK IF FINE
this man not scary at all. If he threatened to kill me id blush
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@sex_with_X
You have some serious issues
I want X to snap his fingers when we are together and turn the world into some R34 art with us as characters so I can’t judge but please
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@WreckMyBed
Twins from different mothers
‘The response is better than we anticipated! Keep it up!’ The marketing boy was over the moon. Nice didint share any of his enthusiasm though. He kept thinking that he was using Wreck in a way they didn’t really agree on.
As the weeks passed, Nice started feeling something like fondness for his friend and it terrified him.
They both agreed to act, to not let it impact their relationship off screen yet that’s what was happening. It was making Nice act weird. His perfectly composed way of carrying himself was nowhere to be seen as soon as Wreck got close or even opened his mouth.
It was all unbearable. Every time they hugged, Nice washed his clothes three times to make sure that Wreck’s smell wouldn’t linger. Every little thing about him was making him go crazy.
All those feelings and improper ideas novel to the man, so unsuitable for a symbol of perfection.
Were those feelings even real or just a byproduct of people believing that Nice was in love with Wreck? He didn’t know anymore.
There was knocking on the door. Wreck groaned and slowly looked into the peephole only to be met with a light blue eye staring at him.
‘Don’t do that ever again’ he smacked Nice in the back of the head after inviting him inside.
‘You didn’t say you would come’ brunette opened the fridge decorated with various rainbow themed magnets and one photo of him and Nice from their trainee days.
‘Do I need a special occasion to see my friend?’ He accentuated the word “friend” and Wreck furrowed his eyebrows.
‘Hmmm, not really. Still weird for you to show up here unannounced’ Brunette handed a beer to Nice but not without giving him a quick once-over, looking for something amiss. Nothing unusual other than a slight blush dusting his friend’s cheeks.
‘Are you checking if I’m real? Sit down’ Nice rolled his eyes and lightly pushed Wreck towards the couch where they sat down, their legs intertwined. It was something new. Nice was never the one for too much physical affection.
‘I miss our trainee days, when people barely knew me, when I wasn’t “Nice” but just myself. I’m what they think I am. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to feel. It never stops, I want it all to stop, but if I died they’d just resurrect me somehow’ Wreck’s heart shuttered as Nice hugged him and murmured those words into his shoulder.
The despair was so intense in his voice and Wreck couldn’t do anything to help. They were both stuck here, stuck with Treeman. It seemed like Nice was on the verge of snapping, he didn’t know how much more of that he could take. Everything around was fake, those strings tied to his hands were golden but he was still just a puppet.
‘Stay here tonight, you must be drunk already’ Wreck gently brushed those snow white strands from Nice’s face. The hero’s eyes were closed, he was already asleep.
‘Don’t leave me Nice, I don’t have anything else’
The next fight was supposed to be a breakthrough in their “relationship”. Wreck was supposed to fall, Nice to catch him and, a princess carry, safely help him reach the ground. It wasn’t supposed to hurt too much, it wasn’t supposed to make Wreck faint from colliding with a skyscraper’s wall.
‘Since when did it hurt so much? Even worse than before’ purple-eyed villain scowled as sharp pain went through this body like an electric current. What the hell was going on? His sword seemed heavier, his body more fragile, even his vision started getting worse.
‘Come on Nice! Don’t get soft now!’ He still delivered his line and prepared for impact.
A fist connected with his face, his neck made a very ominous cracking sound and the next thing he remembered was the pain emanating from his back as it collided with concrete.
Nice was always holding back during fights with Wreck, they were just a performance after all, so when he saw his best friend’s unconscious body falling from what seemed to be like 20th floor, he didn’t think before zooming towards the man and catching him into his arms.
It looked like they have followed the script from
A to Z, but Wreck shouldn’t be unconscious. Nice went into panic mode. Did he punch with too much force? Was Wreck feeling unwell? He didn’t know any of it.
‘I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, please just tell me you are okay. I’m sorry’ he started caressing the black mask with those eye catching yellow patterns. There was still no response.
As they touched down on the ground the cameras and reporters surrounded them in a blink of an eye. Nice didn’t spare them even a look, his gaze still on Wreck who now moved and tried to free himself from Nice’s grasp.
‘You are okay’ the hero said almost reverently. His hands lingering on Wreck’s forearms to make sure he was able to stand without any help.
‘I’m fine’ the villain nodded and as he walked away a soft “thank you” was heard, so quiet it was only meant for Nice’s ears.
The hero smiled fondly as he watched the retreating figure. The look on his face is forever immortalised by the cameras around.
@wale_wiadro
Can someone tell me wtf is happening?
I take a nap and suddenly WRICE HUGGED? I missed everything 😭
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@Nicecockbro
I have a full video I’ll tag u
They are not beating the allegation with this one 🏳️🌈🤨
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@BritishCigarettes
Nice never smiled like that at anyone
They are in love your honour
@WreckMyBed
NICE MOVE ITS MY TURN TO HUG WRECK
SHARING IS CARING😁
After finally getting rid of the media, those damn vultures, Nice rushed to his friend’s apartment.
His heart beating so fast he didint know what was going on. He had a rough idea what this feeling was, but saying it out loud was something he couldn’t handle yet.
‘Hey’ he smiled and fixed his disheveled hair as he leaned on the doorframe.
‘You look horrible’ Wreck scoffed and ruffled Nice’s hair even more which only made his blush deeper.
‘I bought some painkillers for you’ he handed a small box to his friend and invited himself inside.
‘You seemed weaker, are you sick?’
‘I think people’s opinion of me shifted’ Wreck answered slowly, still a bit unsure what to say next. It was just a speculation.
‘They used to think I’m some crazy strong villain only Nice can fight against, but now I’m actually just another damsel in distress for you to save’ he sat down next to his friend but didn’t look at him and just stared at the wall, his eyes a bit empty. The intensive violet now looking muted.
Nice opened his eyes to interrupt but Wreck put a finger to his lips, silencing and flustering the man at the same time.
He raised his black shirt a bit, revealing his toned back. Beautiful fair skin was now a canvas full of purple bruises.
Nice gasped and absentmindedly touched Wreck’s skin. He shivered but didint push him away. The hero’s fingers gently traced every scar, every bruise, the line of Wreck’s spine. This moment was something magical, a proof of trust they had between them.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know’ Nice’s lips touched brunette’s skin. Why did he do that? What the hell was going on? He wanted to keep kissing the other man, to lick his neck, mark him as his. Were these even his own thoughts? It couldn’t be…
‘Fuck’ and Wreck turned around. Nice didn’t swear, not often.
‘I don’t know why I did that’ he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Huh?
Wreck wanted to tell him he didn’t mind, that he could continue, that he liked it. He wanted to hug Nice and never let him go. To feel his lips on his body again. It must have meant something. Nice wouldn’t do something like that without a reason.
‘Doesn’t it ever disgust you to act like that?’ The hero asked and stood up from the couch.
‘Like what?’ Wreck scoffed ‘Does hypothetically being in love with me disgust you that much?’ All he wanted was for Nice to say “No”, to say that they had a chance off screen too. To grant his one wish and reciprocate.
‘I don’t know anymore’ white-haired coward responded without even looking at his best friend who tried to reach for him and stop him from leaving. Without even a goodbye, Nice stormed out of the apartment.
Wreck was not even sad at this point, he felt like something inside of him was broken. Like a vital part of him withered the second Nice left the apartment. He never expected for his feelings to be reciprocated, but his friend was disgusted by a mere thought of loving him. It was worse than any rejection.
Nice ghosted him, didn’t answer his calls, his emails, nothing. Wreck missed him, he wasn’t mad, he was lonely, he wanted to talk.
‘Miss J? When can I appear on TV with Nice?’ he fiddled with his hands awkwardly as he awaited the answer.
‘You are scheduled for next week, you will receive the script soon’ she sounded a bit annoyed that he called, but whatever. He would see Nice next week and maybe it was the time to be a little selfish.
‘What do you want?!’ The hero shouted as he watched his arch nemesis approach. His palms were a bit sweaty, he put a lot of effort into ignoring Wreck.
‘It’s you that I want, Nice!’ He shouted and jumped while swinging his sword only to be blocked by the hero.
‘What is your deal?’ Wreck scoffed and quickly looked around. Too many people.
‘What is my deal?! What is your deal!’ Nice tried to push him away but Wreck grabbed him by the wrist and started dragging him somewhere where they could talk without all those cameras. Script be damned.
‘Why didn’t you reply to my messages, to my emails, didn’t answer my calls?!’ Brunette was distressed. Demanding answers, trying to make Nice look at him but with little success.
And during that roughhousing between them, something snapped in his friend.
Wreck was violently pushed away.
‘Maybe I couldn’t stand being with you! I can manage without you Wreck! I don’t need you’
A single tear travelled down Wreck’s cheek.
Nice didn’t need him.
Didn’t need him.
‘Fine’
The ground underneath them shifted. Pillars as high as mountains surrounded them. No escape, the ground several meters away from them. One step in the wrong direction and a person could say bye to breathing.
‘If I can’t fight you, if I’m useless, if you don’t want me anymore, just let me go, Nice. If there is nothing else you want from me, it’s for the best’ being dramatic was always something Wreck associated with Nice, but it must have rubbed onto him as well.
One step back and he was falling.
His eyes closed.
He wanted Nice to catch him, to say that he needed him, to make him stay. He wishes for Nice’s mask to drop for a second, to see emotions on his face when he is sober.
It was his only wish now.
And sometimes wishes do come true.
Arms wrapped around him and his free fall came to an abrupt end. Nice’s hands around his waist we’re trembling, hair was disheveled, and his face even more pale than always. He was terrified.
Wreck felt bad for enjoying it, but it was good to know that he could make the hero have such a strong reaction.
‘Please don’t go, without you I’m nothing, please stay’ Nice hugged him tighter as he repeated those words over and over into the crook of Wreck’s neck. The man felt something wet on his skin. Was Nice crying?
Wreck took off his mask, his long hair fluttering in the wind, now he could finally see his friend clearly and oh was he a sight. So beautiful yet so ugly while crying. His nose red, cheeks puffy, eyes full of yet images tears.
Wreck gently grabbed his friend’s face and forced him to look him in the eyes, deep violet meeting sky blue. His gaze landed on Nice’s beautiful pink lips. The ones that kissed his bruises just a mont ago. How would they feel on his? Would Nice kiss him back? Would he push him away?
The pillars around them dissipated into thin air leaving them exposed to the people gathered around. Wreck didn’t care. The moment he saw Nice looking at his mouth, he moved forward and slotted their lips together. It was akward, teeth brushing against teeth as Nice started reciprocating. His hands gripping Wreck’s waist hard enough to hurt but not bruise.
In response the brunette roughly tugged Nice’s hair which made him let out a soft whimper that was muffled by Wreck deepening the kiss. It wasn’t good, too much tongue, too much saliva, but it was real. Better than anything Wreck ever thought he deserved.
They didn’t know that Miss J was now considering retiring as she looked at the very high quality photo of the hero and his arch nemesis making out.
@WreckMyBed
WRECK FACE REVEAL AND HE IS HOT AF!
IVE BEEN SAYING IT FOR 3 YEARS
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@user42069
Nice so lucky his wife so pretty
@wale_wiadro
ANOTHER TWINK?! wreck is majestic though omg
And Nice with his his bedroom eyes ong they were literally sparkling and red and omg
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@sex_with_X
I think he was crying 💀
@Nicecockbro
Can’t wait for them to get married
WRICE my beloved 💛
Does someone have a full video of them making out? I want to make an edit
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@WrecMyBed
Does your back hurt from carrying the fandom?
IMPERFECT PERFECTION-HERO NICE COUGHT KISSING HIS ARCH NEMESIS(FULL VIDEO)
After a very long, draining, full of aggression and insults lecture from Miss J, who now received an information that Nice actually gained popularity, they were free to go. Lin Ling gave them a thumbs up, his plan turned out better than expected.
As they walked through the door, Wreck grabbed Nice’s sleeve. The hero looked at him questioningly but didn’t move his hand.
‘We need to talk’ the brunette hummed and intertwined their fingers to test the waters. Nice squeezed his hand back. What a relief.
‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU THOUGHT THESE FEELINGS WERE A PRODUCT OF WHAT YOUR FANS THOUGHT AND NOT YOUR REAL EMOTIONS?’ Wreck tugged at his hair in frustration and was stopped by Nice grabbing his wrists.
‘I was confused okay?!’ The white-haired man groaned and rolled his eyes.
‘I’ve always liked you but it was never to the point of imagining you naked and stuff like that. I had all of the rights to be confused’ he continued and slowly shifted his hands to rest on Wreck’s shoulders. His thumbs moving in circles and gently massaging his friend’s collarbones.
‘I didint know I could like men! I was supposed to be the embodiment of perfection and it’s not that acceptable yet and…’ he puffed his cheeks after seeing Wreck’s unamused stare. ‘What?! You didint know either’ Nice whined and pinched the other man’s cheek right were his mole was.
‘Nice, look at my fridge’ Wreck sighed and observed as Nice’s expression shifted from confusion to embarrassment.
‘I never realized’
‘I never expected you to. Loving you was like breathing. I’d die without it’ After all these years, he finally could use all those phrases from k-dramas he used to watch.
Brunette sighed and gently pushed Nice towards the couch.
The hero gasped but didn’t resist. He started absentmindedly brushing his hands through Wreck’s long hair. His shirt was lifted, exposing his toned stomach for the other man to sprinkle with kisses. Nice shivered, it was starting to get overwhelming.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ Wreck looked up into the blue eyes. His cheeks were flushed, hair messy, and pants not even properly on anymore, but he was perfect. More perfect than what Treeman tried to turn Nice into all these years.
‘I love you too’
The next day Nice woke up with a feeling of soreness. He wasn’t is pain, it was just uncomfortable. A new, slightly weird feeling. He would have to get used to it.
‘Sleep some more, it’s day off’ his lover pressed his lips to his forehead and embraced Nice. What they had, on and off the screen, was the only truly real thing in Nice’s life.
Several weeks later Lin Ling turned on the TV only to be met with his greatest success.
‘Welcome to True Love Recipe, today we are with the most popular and beloved by the fans couple! Put your hands together for our perfect hero Nice and his arch-nemesis-turned-lover Wreck’
@Nicecockbro
I called it
I knew they were fucking