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ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ’ꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ. ᛪ༙. inde navarrette x singer!fem!reader

warning(s): angst. mentions of break ups. mentions of reader having a past drug addiction. arguing. cigarettes. etc etc etc

index: in which, your relationship with inde is on the rocks and you fly all the way to london to try and make it right.

note(s): i no longer write for jenna ortega, so i thought it’d be fun to continue this fic for inde instead

THE SUN SHINED, making your face feel warm and fuzzy. your head turned to the side, as your body seated in the black metal chair that had a colored cushion to make it more comfy and fancy looking. you eyes narrowed amongst the city view, and cigarette smoke was taking over your atmosphere.

you still remember your first ever visit to london. you were only fifteen and had sold over millions of copies of your debut, teen-pop, album. you remember the flashing lights of the foreign press that yelled questions at you, that you barely had time to register, let alone answer. the sea of foreign fans, some accompanied by overwhelmed parents.

the way security pushed anyone who got too close. you also remember your manager, scooter, by your side; detailing the first show of your first ever tour. how you would stop to rehearsal first, then check out the stadium, then check into your first ever five star hotel.

you felt so cool back than, overwhelmed, but still, cool. you were only fifteen living the dreams of millions of people, young and old. you had a taste of money, admiration, and hate—the world was all around you and at your finger tips at once.

but just like everything else in the world, the fame, the success, came with its cons.

the type of cons that took away that cool feeling, yet left the overwhelming one.

because here you were, twenty-two and in london but none of it felt the same. you were tired and your body was a little more frail. your heart was heavy, and your mind dragged on. sometimes you wish you’d chose something simple like a doctor or a teacher because maybe then you wouldn’t be where you were now.

in london on the verge of a break up, in six months of recovering from addiction, and other issues brought on by your position in spot light. and it’s not like you weren’t grateful—you were more than grateful to have a enough money to do just about whatever you wanted, but the things people said about and to you. the people who pretended to care about you to get closer to that money. the schedules that didn’t care if you were tired or not.

it’s just a lot. especially when you’ve been dealing with it for so long, eventually you start to break down at some point; because well, you’re only human.

“you’re in london, in a nice ass hotel—one of thee best hotels in london to be correct, and instead of enjoying it, you’re sulking on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.”

you roll your eyes at the voice that seemed to agitate you the moment you heard it, “fuck off.”

“easy tiger,” dom, your best friend and personal assistant steps out onto the balcony, taking a seat next to you.

“i’m just trying to cheer you up, i mean, if she hasn’t responded then she hasn’t responded. what can you do abou—”

“i’m going to her filming studio later.” you say, confidently and a little absent minded.

“y/n, i don’t wanna get in your relationship bullshit but don’t you think that’ll just make her more mad? i mean, that’s her job and—”

you huff, snapping your head in his direction; “i don’t know what else to do! i called her from not only my phone, your phone, but the hotel’s phone too.”

“she won’t answer.” your voice becomes a little quiet, sad desperation taking over your tone.

“and i texted her like a million times…”

“come dude,” he places a hand on your shoulder.

“she’ll come around…let’s just try to at least enjoy some of london while we’re here.”

you purse your lips, eyes going from the view to his pleading eyes, back to the view. your shoulders drop from their tense position, and you take one last huff of the just-about-done cigarette.

“fine.”

“yay! i have a bus tour of the city booked for us already!”

you roll your eyes, this time in humor at the man’s antics.

you both abandon your positions on the balcony, going back inside to your hotel room big enough for an entire family to live, with its own wide living room that included a coffee table, a loveseat and a couch. a kitchen, a bathroom, and of course the bedroom occupied by a king size bed.

that was all for you.

dom’s room, that connected to yours by door was the same, minus the balcony you acquired.

once you both catch a shower, and get a change of clothes you’re already out onto the foreign streets. another cigarette already in your hand with dom’s complaining voice to go along with it.

“eugh, i can’t stand the smell of those.”

“yeah, well look around we’re in europe. everybody’s got a cig in their mouths; even the kids.” you point at a group of teenagers near by, in view of your shade-covered eyes, who seemingly were all sharing a cigarette.

“yeah, they’re over there. away from me and my space, you’re right next to me, blowing that directly in my direction.”

you purse your lips, looking at him for a moment before deciding not to be a complete dick and put it out using the side of a building.

“thank you.”

“you’re wel—”

“y/n!” your name was shouted by some lady who now stood in front of you, phone in hand with the camera app open.

“picture! please?!”

“of course,” you throw on a smile and taking her phone, handing it to dom, who quickly snapped the photo.

the woman didn’t even bothering to say goodbye or thank you, she just ran off all smiley.

“remind me again why we have no security with us, miss international, grammy winning, pop star.”

“because i’m here on vacation. not business.”

“no,” his word drags out. “you’re here trying to fix things with your girlfriend, or is it ex-girlfriend? to be honest i’m confused.”

“well, she didn’t explicitly say we’re over so…i’m hoping it’s still girlfriend.”

he stays silent, continuing to walk beside you, in his own mind worried for you.

in your mind, all you could think about was your last conversation with your supposed girlfriend. the way she screamed through the phone, the way you yelled back. the way she called you an asshole and said you weren’t making time for the relationship or her. the way you called her a bitch and accused her of the same neglect.

the way you could hear her crying through the phone, while you held back your own tears. the way she hung up the phone. and now she wouldn’t answer your texts, or your calls from any other number.

—you had to see her.

if there was one thing you couldn’t lose, or if there was anything good about the spotlight you were in; it was her. that’s how you met her after all, on some red carpet to promote some movie you definitely hadn’t seen or heard of, but your PR team suggested it’d be great for publicity for your new single. she just so happen to be seated at your table for the pre-view screening and the rest was history.

you couldn’t believe that was almost three years ago.

time seemed to be going fast, and not in your favor as these last few months of your fleeting relationship had proved.

you thought your plan to show up to the studio she’s filming at would help. it would show her you really cared, that you flew all the way out here just to make things right with her. but maybe dom was right, maybe it is a bad idea. after all, you two made it a point to try hard as possible to keep the career aspect out of your relationship, wanting things to just feel normal with each other—to be each other’s escape.

than again, this seemed like it was the only choice to get to her.

and that was more than a risk you were willing to take just to talk to her.

“that was so much fun! wasn’t it so much fun? it was so much fun!” dom cheerfully (and annoyingly) exclaimed to you as he stepped off the bus with the help of the tour guide.

you, stepping off right after him: “yes, so much fun.”

“don’t be an asshole! you know i love when we come to london.”

“you only love when we come to london because according to you, everyone guy on grindr here looks like a member of one direction.”

he scrunches his face, “not true…i love the food too.”

you snort, turning back to the man who just gave you guys the tour and hand him a hundred dollar bill.

“where to now? you wanna pick or—”

“how about,” you pull more crisp bills form your wallet, not caring about the amount.

“you go find a hot guy, take him shopping or out to dinner and i go handle my business.”

“you’re so not bribing me right now.”

“i, so, totally am.” you flash a wide smile.

he eyes the money in your hand, then the city, then directly into your sunglasses-covered eyes.

“you’re lucky i know there’s no way i’m stopping you.” he take the money form your had and your smile wides even more.

“have fun.”

“yeah, yeah” he flags you off, turning to make his way down the sidewalk into the busy city.

you turn your body in the opposite direction, following the trail of ‘quiet’ cafes and small flower shops—which, you make it a point to stop at one of said flower shops, purchasing a rather large bouquet that came wrapped in brown paper with white string tied in a bow around it.

as you walked down the sidewalk, now on a mission to find a cab you got a few stares and even someone shouted ‘i love your music!’ at you. some people even stopped you for photos, not a lot, well besides a group of seemingly college kids that stopped you.

two boys and one girl. one guy was brunette, while the other was blonde, and the girl had pale pink hair.

“ay, mate, can we grab a picture?” the brunette guy speaks up, his accent thick and smooth.

“please? we came to your chicago show a few years back and it was just awesome!” the blonde cheerfully exclaimes, his accent just a broad and just as understandable.

the girl nods her head, “your breakout album is our favorite of all time.”

your eyebrows go up in shock, your breakout album was your second album. released only when you were seventeen and it was a smash hit, just as your first. you’d never admit to the public, but you didn’t enjoy making that album. the label made it clear they were looking for a certain teen-pop sound and that’s just what it was.

you weren’t allowed to write any of the songs on the album, despite being credited for almost all of them. the hours for rehearsals were so brutal and the stupid outfits they made you wear on tour—

“oh, breakout? yea, that was one of my favorites to make!”

“you have,” the brunette drags his words out, emphasizing the have and talking with his hands. “to do an eras tour like taylor swift, i would love to see you perform that album again.”

“yeah, how come you never perform anything from that album? like you did with mind of mine?” the blonde refers to your very first album.

now that one, mind of mine, you did enjoy making.

you were so naive, young, and new to the whole music industry that it was fun. you were allowed to write some songs, obviously they were polished by real writers, but still fifteen year old you got to take you cheesy love songs about your first significant other to the booth; and eventually shown to the whole world.

again, you liked the attention you got. the money you got. everyone from you hometown who laughed and doubted you when you said you wanted to be a singer whenever the teacher would ask “why do you want to be when you grow up?” were now being proved wrong.

—it was just an all around nostalgic album and era for you, before all you bad stuff leaked in and it became a job instead of a dream.

“oh, you know i’ll have to talk to my team about an eras tour—but, how did you guys wanna take the pictures? group or?”

you end up taking individual pictures with each of them, then one group one where the blonde holds the phone up, as he seemed to be the tallest. you bid your goodbyes and quickly find a cab, where luckily the driver didn’t recognize you nor was a fan, making it easier to get the location you so desperately needed to get to.

the hotel you had booked for you and dom was only five minutes from the filming studio; you know this because you had checked prior to even booking the rooms or flights, assuming once you got here you would call your girlfriend and she would agree to meet-up. which, you would surprise her with flowers and all the fighting would just go away.

but it’s clear now that it wasn’t that simple, the cab being twenty minutes from the studio; which wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t five minutes.

you were just anxious and antsy. you were really starting to miss the woman you laid by almost every night. you could barely sleep last night, wishing she were there to rub your back gently as she always did because she knew how much it helped you fall asleep. you missed the smell of her hair, eating breakfast with her, showing her new songs you’d been working on.

your heart became more heavy, aching at more than just the bitterness that filled your relationship lately; but now at the fact that you could loose all the sweetness that contained between you two…that is if you already haven’t.

—the car comes to a halt causing you blink your flying thoughts away.

again, you pull more bills from your wallet as if they grew off a tree, and hand the man at least two hundred dollars before exiting the vehicle.

your heart is beating so fast and loudly it fills your hearts. your palms are sweaty, and your whole body seems to be gently shaking in anxiety. but still, somehow you feet moving forward, people scattered around as they worked on the rather expensive, multi-building set. you seemed fit in as everyone around seemed to be stressed out, running around as they communicated through their headsets.

ok, so you definitely didn’t think this through.

you’re here but you have no idea which set she were at, as they were either shows or movies being filmed in each building.

you sigh, pulling you phone from you back pocket—as soon as you unlock it, the screen is already open to your messaging app.

inde❤️

june 15, 2026

i literally don’t wanna talk to u

you’re acting like this is only fault

you don’t call me all day unless you wanna use my driving service, maybe ppl are right and you’re just using me for money and fame lol

are you serious right now?

i call you all the time but you’re too busy in the studio to answer remember?

june 25, 2026

7:45 AM

you’re ignoring me now?

10:09 AM

i went out last night

i didn’t see ur text

cool.

how’s london?

read 2:13 PM

you scroll, reading for a moment, everything was just arguments or short conversations, then just you practically begging for her to answer your calls. which, you thought sure as some point they would turn green but no, you knew she was definitely getting them but they were all very much blue and said delivered under them.

you contemplated on trying to call her for a second, then you typed and untyped a few text.

you hadn’t realized how long you had been standing in the same spot until some tapped on your shoulder, to which you looked up from your phone.

“yes?”

“uhm…are you supposed to here?”

you pause for a second, your guys going over the guys face.

“can you tell where they’re filming obsession?”

“uhm, you don’t have a badge and i’m not supposed tell—”

you sigh, placing the flowers between your arm and your side so you could pull

your wallet from your pocket, in turn was your last two, hundred dollar bills that you indeed mindlessly pull out and wave in front of his face.

“i just need to know which studio number.”

“twelve.” he points straight ahead before easily taking the cash, and getting out of your face.

that should not have been as easy as it was. you thought.

like genuinely, what if you were some crazed fan who wanted to hurt a star or something?

but, good thing you weren’t.

you were just some dumb person in love and trying to save your relationship.

it was a straight walk. a short one runway walk that you could take and be okay: is what you kept telling yourself as you looked forward to the building that had a big white twelve, in bold font painted onto the concrete in front of it.

it should be just that simple, so why were your feet still planted? why did it feel like your hands were so sweaty that would loose the tight grip around the brown paper of the flowers? why did the ringing in your ears that managed to go away for a split second suddenly come back, and louder?

what if she breaks up with you? what if she already had? doubt started to leak into your mind and somewhere inside you wished you were with dom right now, on one of his stupid vacation quest.

but you had made it all the way here, all the way in london, and you couldn’t pussy out now.

step by, slow step, you move your feet. you breathing in shaking and uneven; and you keep switching the flowers from your left to right hand, but still you managed to make it.

you there right in front of one of the many entrances.

all you had to do was open it, go inside, apologize and give her the flowers.

it was sooo easy.

fuck this. i’m y/n y/l/n. i’ve traveled the world and performed in front of millions of people. you try to soothe yourself inside your mind.

i can open this door and talk to one girl.

one, single, girl.

in one motion your swing the entrance open; staff running around, tables of treats and coffee, stunt doubles, extras, all took up the scene. no camera was rolling, everyone either seemed to be getting ready for one or just in between a take.

you hadn’t spotted anyone you knew yet, nor her or at least of her co-workers/friends that you had met on many occasions for things like dinner and karaoke nights.

your eyes searched, so many people swarmed around you weren’t sure which direction to go—not until you spot her co-star and friend, a girl you had met more than anybody else your girlfriend worked beside and befriended.

as if on cue, her eyes land on you, meeting yours as you stare at her; hopelessly, like a dear caught in headlights.

her eyes go wide, and she excuses herself from a stage crew she were in a conversation with.

“y/n? what are you doing here? i mean, i thought you were in LA.”

“hi, megan…i came to talk to her.”

she blinks, “all the way in london?”

you purse your lips, “can you just tell me where she is? i’m not here to start any problems, i just wanna have a conversation with my girlfriend.”

you watch the way her face slightly changes when the word girlfriend leaves your lips.

you’ve never had a problem with megan, because well, why would you? she was one of your girlfriends closest friends, along with being her co-star. whenever she came over to your shared apartment you two shared conversations about film, and mostly other art things. Or anything related to the industry for that matter. in all, you wouldn’t exactly consider her your own friend but she also wasn’t a complete stranger.

but right now?

she were really starting to irritate you.

she goes to open her mouth but it immediately closes it and her eyes narrow, trailing to something or better yet someone that appeared to come in view behind you. tension appeared all over her body langue and you knew exactly who were in stride behind you, you could also hear the clicking of heels.

immediately you turn, now face to face with the girl who held a unreadable look on her face but a clear hollow gaze in her eyes.

“what are you doing here?”

ok, maybe you deserve that but ouch.

“can we talk? in private?” you watch as her gaze seems to travel over your body to the flowers that you were holding onto for dear life in some attempt to soothe your overbearing anxieties.

you really needed a cigarette right now.

she doesn’t say anything, not a word she just turns on her heels and is striding off to where she came from; you assume she’s signaling you to follow her so you do so.

your body seemed to be on fire and your head rushing, you were feeling so many things you felt you could just explode from your nervous system overloading. a part of you was hurt, and a part was angry; and there was was another part of you that was scared.

her lack of affection framed things in a way that you did not like. she didn’t touch you, not a hug or a kiss—hell, she didn’t even take the time to say anything to you, you would’ve rather she’d started ripping you apart off-bat rather than just “what are you doing here?”

and now she has you on her tail like some lap dog? you knew you had a part to play in the way things were going between you two but it takes two to tango—she’s not all innocent.

but you didn’t have time to point fingers and state your grievances—what if she didn’t want to talk at all? what if she were just taking you somewhere private to break your heart and give you back the rather very expensive promise ring you had given her a few months ago?

you can see it now in your head, you going to hand her the flowers before even talking, her rejecting them and placing the diamond ring in your hand before telling you she’s had a enough.

fuck.

“are you just going to stand there or come in?”

“huh?” you snap from your thoughts, seemingly face to face with the girl who were holding open her trailer door open for you.

“my bad.” you utter, stepping up the tiny steps.

you eye her set up, it were mostly clean besides the table pairing with a half empty bottle of red wine.

“ind—”

“what are you doing in london, y/n? let alone my studio.” her arms cross over her chest.

“i came to see you. you weren’t returning my calls or answering my text, i even called your manager and he wouldn’t take my call; and i know how much scott loves me,” you point your finger.

“maybe because all we’ve been doing is arguing and the last time i called you, you called me a bitch,” she throws her hands up.

“or more specifically a selfish bitch!” her voice slightly raises and your drop your head, eyeing her shoes.

“i came to apologize. i didn’t come to fight.”

her mouth opens and closes, she purses her lips and you take the opportunity to continue to speak, lifting your head back up.

“inde, i—look, i could say a lot of shit right now. i could point out all the things that you’re doing to hurt me, i could say some shitty apology, i—i came here because i don’t want to lose you.”

“i know, i know i spend too much time out partying or in the studio or whatever—and i ignore your calls, i—too be honest i don’t know what’s gotten into me or what’s happening to us but fuck, i can’t lose you.”

you voice cracks slightly, throat burning from the tears that were threatening to come from your eyes.

silence drags as she once again opens and closes her mouth, pursing her lips. it scared you. she had never been this unreadable before. normally you could tell what she was thinking just but the blink of an eye but, right now? in this moment? she were so closed off, standing far and her arms crossed.

she were treating you like she barely knew you and it was breaking your heart.

maybe dom was right.

maybe this whole thing was a bad idea.

“i have a question…and i need you to not get mad when i ask it.”

you shake your head, “okay.”

“i need you to answer honestly,”

you shake your head once more.

“did you—have you relapsed?”

you body jerks, eyes squinting in disbelief.

you remember the first time you ever tried a drug. you were sixteen and hanging around other celebrities, some way to old to be conversing with but it was a grammy after party, what could you expect?

you were hanging around bodies like kanye west, justin bieber, ariana grande, and anyone else you could think of who belonged in that scene.

you don’t remember exactly how it happened but you ended up smoking weed for the first time that night—and it kind of stuck with you as you bounced through interviews and moved through cities on tour. it started off slow, just a joint before an interview to calm your nerves, no one knew besides dom, he sometimes smoked with you and was sure to keep eye drops on him at all times. then when you went on tour, it became two after a show.

eventually, weed wasn’t enough and somewhere along the lines you started experimenting with harder stuff like pills and powdered white substances. and no one knew, not even dom.

not until one fated night when dom had found you laid out on your penthouse living room floor and seizing.

that was only the start—you begged dom to keep it secret, manipulating him with things like what it could do to your career if it ever got out. you told him you had it under control and you were getting help, which was more than a lie at the time.

you struggled for years.

you would read the awful things people people would say about you for hours on end, to the point where it consumed you and than you would turn to substances just to soothe the pain it brought.

it became a cycle that went on and on. even after you had started seeing inde. though, you made sure to keep it a secret from her as long as you could.

until she was the one who found you, this time you were on your bedroom floor. she had just gotten off the lax and wanted to surprise you, using her spare key to get into your penthouse.

it wasn’t easy but you got clean—for yourself first, but for her second.

“inde, what the fu—no!”

“don’t start yelling at me.”

“i’m not yelling, but why the fuck would you ask me that? are you serious right now? i told you i’d never do that again! to you or myself.”

she holds her hands up, “you can’t blame me for asking, y/n. you started staying out late like you used to. you stopped answering my calls…i’m—i was worried.”

you drop your body weight onto the couch, tossing the flowers on the table and dropping your head into your heads before looking up at her.

“i—i—i’ve just been working. i can’t say i haven’t thought it, i mean fuck it’s hard not to see what people say. but i made a promise to myself and to you.”

she moves, sitting on the couch across from you.

“so, what’s happening to us, y/n?” she sounds deflated.

“i don’t know, inde. i really don’t.”

she doesn’t say anything and silence drags long this time. you stare her and she stares at you, her eyes averting to things around the trailer than back to you, than back around her. she keeps pursing her lips and hesitating. you have nothing left to say, fighting to the urges to move around the tiny coffe table that divided you two and just have her hold you tight—because well, you really needed it more than anything right now.

“y/n, i love you. i can’t deny,”

you blink, your body language careful. you were almost scared to move. it felt like eggshells and glass surrounded you and any sudden movement would shatter anything.

series’s master-list.

main master-list.

party 4 u — charli xcx.

“if you saw my tears, would you touch me?”

rich & sad — plvtinmun/xuitcasecity.

“it’s difficult being rich & sad.”

better off — ariana grande.

“you keep insisting

i listen to your propositions

, i dismiss em’ all, no offense.”

tumblr girls (remix) — kobzx2z/mikeeysmind.

“i’d rather be alone than leave you on your own tonight.”

better — khalid.

“no one’s gotta know what we do,

hit me up when you’re bored.”

safety net — ariana grande.

“i’ve never feel this scared before,

feelings i just can’t ignore.”

ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 4 ᴜ. ᛪ༙. nikki freeman x fem!reader

warning(s): set in college, reader is a cheerleader, reader is sorority president, rich!reader, enemies to lovers, heavy mommy issues themes, body image themes, etc. (chapters with have their own warnings.)

index: you’re perfect, from head to toe, from the trust fund you had free range with; you didn’t have time to hate…or love nikki freeman.

chapters.

one — solo. (coming soon!)

more chapters to be added.

series’s playlist master-list.

face-claim master-list. (coming soon!)

ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴍᴏꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ. ᛪ༙. nikki freeman x reader

warning(s): find request here. barely proofread. angst. slight violence. one wish willow magic. arguing.

index: I'm gonna steer clear

i’d burn up in your atmosphere

I'm gonna steer clear

Because I'd die if I saw you

YOUR HEAD IS hung low, staring aimlessly into the cup of coffee that held the smallest bit of creamer in it, so much so that it might well have been absent of it. and your body was hot, dumbly clad in all black mixing with the heat from the sun that the umbrella placed in the middle of the cafe’s outside table didn’t help much with covering you from the rays. your phone was faced down on to the very same table, buzzing every few minutes but you didn’t have the energy to check who or what was sitting on your screen.

self-isolation that you had proclaimed as much needed solitude to anyone who asked had been consuming your life the past month and a half.

your emotions were a never ending track and your body seemed to be controlled by some machine that just wouldn’t let it stop running. back and forth and back and forth you thought with your head then your heart, and somewhere in between they became so meshed together that you didn’t know which was which. you didn’t know wether to feel helpless, enraged, confused, or just outright ‘sad’—or maybe everything and nothing all at once.

maybe everything you were feeling was so intense that a dark box with a crank formed inside of you and day and night the crank wound up on it’s own and out popped your heart and sanity.

but most of all, what stuck to your whole body in the way that venom does to spider-man was the yearning, the longing, the complete and total surrender of the feeling when you miss someone. when as soon as you wake up, you check your phone and tell yourself you won’t check if they have called or texted but you know deep down that’s all you hoped for. when you just…miss their laugh, their cute little quirks—it’s different than just missing the memories of someone, it’s just wanting them to be around you even if they’re not with you.

just a chance to see them.

that’s how you felt about nikki.

all you wanted was nikki and nothing more. even if she were on someone else’s arm, didn’t dare look at you—all you wanted was to just feel like you were in the same world as her, just for a second.


you don’t understand and can’t wrap your head around how you could be together for so long, for three and a half years to be exact, for one day her emotions just completely turn off for you and click on for baron or ‘bear,’ the guy who you had the strongest distaste for in the world—or universe for that matter.

you understand the whole being friends with someone and accidentally falling for them. you can’t help it, no one can necessarily control how they feel about a person. but bear took it to another level. you seen it instantly when you first started hanging out with nikki, before you started dating, when you had met her by what you wouldn’t even say was by chance but was supposed to happen when you first moved to san fernando, mindlessly walking the streets before stumbling upon a record store where you had not been even the prettiest girl but a vision of a woman. and after pretending to search for a guitar with the help of her you just mustered up the courage to ask for her number, which of course she gave.

after texting non-stop for what felt like a month but were really a week, she confidently invited you out at a trivia night she said she often went to with her friends. immediately you seen how bear hovered over her with that stupid wide-eyed gaze he looked upon her with that would be more creepy than it already were if he was some random guy. how every time you hung out with nikki he was texting her every minute wether it be some dumb brainrot meme or how was your day? what are you up? hang today?

you could see in his mind it wasn’t just some deepened crush but rather it was that he and nikki were already together—that somewhere, somehow she felt the same. and you were never jealous or insecure around their friendship or him in general, it just disgusted you how entitled he felt to her, all of her. her time, space, energy, attention. the look he gave you when nikki held your hand, ditched hang outs to be by your side, looked at you to drive her home—every time he looked your way he just always seemed to be trying to in someway kill you with his mind. or just flat out secretly planning to kill you with his hands.

it was utterly childish and disgusting, but you were not and would never try and dictate who nikki could be friends with. plus, she always reassured you she would never even look his way, that he was nothing more than someone she seen like a brother to her and part or most of the reason she kept him around was because they had been friends for so long at that point. and truth be told sometimes, when it go too much, she’d express to you how ridiculous and uncomfortable his hovering made her.

but the one night, the actual one night where you decide you just want to stay home and nikki decides to go out without you, the one night when bear drives her home—everything changes.

you had been waiting up, nodding in and out of sleep but you hadn’t seen nikki since early that afternoon; and as clingy as it sounds you wanted to be up when she got back home, to kiss her and listen to her talk about her day/night out, no matter how tired you were. you expected her to come home, call out your name to see if you were still up while she were by the door, taking off the boots you seen her leaving in before coming into the living room to find you sprawled out on the couch. she would ask you why you were still like she always did when you wasted late hours being a night owl, but she didn’t.

if anything, she were deathly silent when she came through the door. so silent in fact you didn’t even hear her come in, you just sensed her presence as it scared you out of your sleepy daze, causing you to jump and lift up from the couch cushions.

“you scared me,” you voice is groggy as you eye the girl who weirdly seemed to be in a daze, just standing there, boots still on.

“you okay? how was trivia night?”

“it was uh,” she stiffly blinks a few times. “it was good.”

“you seem tired?”

“i just uh, i think i had too many drinks.” immediately you stand from the couch, ready to get her water, aspirin, help her take her uncomfortable clothes off—whatever she needed.

“you need anything? water? want me to grab a change of clothes?”

“no, no, i’m fine—it’s just, i don’t know…can we just go to bed?”

“of course, come on.”

that night you waited until she fell asleep to go to sleep on your own, well you somewhat got sleep because through the night nikki kept going back and forth from cuddling with you to pushing you away, back to cuddling with you but you assumed she must just be overheated from the drinks she had. you just assumed she had been in a daze from being drunk.

but the next day things got even stranger, well, in the morning everything was as it should be at first. she woke up with a kiss, told you good morning, urged you to stay in bed a little longer—but once you both started getting ready for the day, you offered to make her tea and out of nowhere she snapped on you.

“hey, baby,” you call out. “i’m making tea, you want any?”

“no,” you jump a little, thinking she were still in the bathroom but she creepily had been behind you in the open concept doorway of the kitchen.

“why would i want tea? especially from you.”

“what?” you’re taken back by her sudden hostility.

“what?”

“are you okay? are you upset or something—”

“no,” her face creases. “i’m sorry. i don’t know why i—”

“it’s okay,” you draw out, a little suspicious of this subtle, yet noticeable behavior change.

“you always do get a little moody in the morning, but we should get going, i have to drop you off then head to work.”

“actually, bear’s gonna pick me up.”

“oh.”

“i don’t wanna make you late is all, plus, me and bear start at the same time today.”

you didn’t think much of it than, really, you didn’t. it was true that you had been late to work twice that week due to dropping nikki off at the music store which was all the way on the other side of town from your job at som janky coffee shop, but once the occurrence happened three days in a row it rubbed you the wrong way. and it wasn’t just that—when you and nikki planned a dinner date she blew you off for bear, then came home acting like she hadn’t remembered any of it. you asked her to watch a movie, just the two of you, alone on a thursday night, she asks if bear can join—you reluctantly agreed.

then came the fighting.

“you’ve been icing me out, nikki. i asked you out, i asked to spend time with you and you’re blowing me off for bear.”

“he’s my friend, y/n!” her eyes cut sharp into you, through the mirror of her vanity.

“i can’t help it if you’re jealous!”

your heart is pounding so loud you can hear it in your ears but you remained leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest as you try your best to hold your natural tone, unlike her raising one.

“i’m not jealous, nikki. i trust you. i’m just trying to understand what’s gotten into you lately. you’ve been mean, picking fights, avoiding me—and it doesn’t make it better when you blow me off for a guy who we all know is in love with you, borderline obsessed with you.”

“that’s literally the definition of being jealous. why, y/n, why are you so jealous? what’s gotten into you? it’s not like i’m sleeping with him.”

a sharp breath leaves your mouth before your brain can even process it, “what?”

her head whips around, her eyes blinking a few times, the same weird way they had been for the past week like she’s coming out of some trance.

“you win, nikki. i’ll make sure to leave the door unlocked for you.” you turn your heel, feet bare as you move as fast as you can into the living room and away from her but it’s so no use as she’s following you, her heels clicking behind you.

“y/n, i’m sorry—”

“i don’t want to talk right now, nikki. enjoy your night out.”

“baby, please,” she pleads, following the path you lead as your take a seat on the couch, head hanging low with your hands to support it.

she crouches down in front of you, her hands removing your own from your head and cupping your face in an attempt to make you look at her.

“i’m sorry. i—i don’t know what’s happening to me, i don’t know what’s going on and it’s making me feel crazy.”

“what are you talking about, nikki?”

“i don’t know how to explain it…”

“then don’t. not tonight at least,” your gaze shifts to her own, her eyes glossy as they threaten to spill.

“i don’t want to hear it. you’ve said enough.”

“i—i won’t go out, just please…”

and though she spent that night apologizing, crying in your arms about how she weirdly felt how sometimes she had no control over herself or her own body, it didn’t really matter much because two days after that she were right back to be cruel—telling you that you were clingy and slamming the door in your face as she rushed to bear’s shitbox car.

you tried to make sense out of all that’d been happening, you thought maybe she were getting bored of the healthy covey you had build together—maybe she needed to run off and be wild for a little, and you never thought she would but if that meant cheating on you with bear then so be it, because truth is you loved her so much, you would pathetically sit at home and wait for her to come back into your arms and cry and beg and tell you how much she missed you, how sorry she was, how she only wanted to be with you.

but that day never came, instead the opposite came.

she broke up with you over text, not a paragraph, not a two hour long voice memo but rather a i want to be with bear. it’s over.

and the worst part is, she didn’t even take the time to gather her things—all of it were still in the place the way she had left, like she were still here with you and you were too crumbled to move it.

you texted sarah asking her what was going on and to your surprise she was just was weirded out as you—saying how creepy it was that out of nowhere nikki can’t keep her hands off bear, how they’re always on dates, she packs him lunch. and ian, well, ian was just an asshole and though he thought it was bizarre, he took the time to crack a joke about how bear of all people managed to steal your girlfriend away from you.

and your gut was telling something was deeply wrong but who were you to go and beg for nikki, to go to bear’s house and have her open the door while wearing one of his shirt and have her tell you she didn’t want you there.

and you would let go if you could, you would take the highs with the lows and just be heartbroken for months on end before just letting it go—before just walking around thinking and accepting that she had just been in love with him all along, finally realized it, dumped you and was just too chicken to face come and get her things and face you. but one night, two weeks after she’d broken up with you, she called you one night and though she didn’t say anything—it twisted something deep inside you with a gaping pit of worry.

your face shoved into the pillow, you reach beside you with aimlessness to grab the phone that buzzed beside you—stupidly you pick up the phone without checking what time it were or who was calling.

“hello?” you groan out to which you get no answer.

“hello? who is this?” you pull the phone from your ear, squinting at the bright light, but ultimately pausing in a chaos of emotions when you read the caller id name.

nikki <3

“nikki?” in an instant you sit up. “are you okay?”

still she doesn’t say anything, the tone going click.

you immediately called sarah after that, despite it being well over dawn—you urged her about nikki and if she were okay, or if she had heard from her. and her response didn’t make you feel any better because the last time she had seen nikki was at ian’s party that passed weekend that you deliberately missed out on—she told you nikki had read some twisted poem, acted out when they were playing a game and bear to kiss sarah, she even smashed her face in pretty bad.

it’s safe to say you didn’t sleep for the rest of that night.

and even though you were sleep deprived, as soon as cassall’s opened you drove your car like a madman up to the store; whee of course, nikki had off that day but bear didn’t.

“where is she?” in a haste you walk up to the counter where he pathetically stood.

“i don’t think that’s any of your busine—”

“is it my business. what happened at that party? she smashed her own face in? you know she called me last night right? so, where the hell is she?”

he shakes his head, “she wouldn’t call you. she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

of course that’s the head on thing he chooses to respond to.

“i didn’t know what fucking game you’re playing, bear but you’re not going to win. you’re pathetic and a fucking loser, you have nothing going for you in life and never will, so stop trying to ruin her’s.”

“look, man,” he reaches out to place a hand on your shoulder but you quickly swat it away.

“i get it, i’d be acting the same way too if i lost nikki freeman but you need to get a grip. she doesn’t love you, she loves me.”

you don’t even think, and maybe you should have but he deserves it when you reach up with full force and sock him right in the nose.

“fuck you.” you storm away, pushing the glass doors open so hard they might as well have broken.

“did you want a refill?”

you snap from your thought, the waitress now standing behind you with coffee pot in hand.

“uh, no thank you, just the check.”

“just a second.”

“thank you.” is all you mange to utter before she walks away.

it just doesn’t make sense, no matter how many ways you try to put it—you knew nikki, even if she did have feelings for bear she wouldn’t treat you this way even if you were a stranger. it’s nikki freeman we’re talking here.

nikki-fucking-freeman.

she had this laugh that was soft, yet squeaked loud in a weird way to made you contagiously laugh too. not to mention this smile that made you smile too, you couldn’t resist it—it looked like it belonged in a crest toothpaste commercial how it shined with pearl like white and were perfectly aligned. her cheekbones were sharp but also contrastingly soft, almost like they were handcraft and they were so cute you just want to pinch them. and her voice, god her voice it was like silk to the ears, she could read the most boring sentence and somehow keep your drawn in just because it were her speaking, just because it was the sound of her soft, delicate, and giving voice.

her eyes were dark and sparkly, they intimidated you but you also didn’t want to look away from them because they were so captivating; they were doe-like and she always looked like she was holding a secret behind them that you wanted to know.

her heart definitely had to be pure. it had to be by how she embodied the definition of someone who is truly selfless, doing things just because she felt it were the right, kind thing to do and expecting nothing in return. nikki, she was the type of girl who pulled the last twenty dollars from her pocket and gave it to a homeless man without a second thought. she was the type of friend who would answer your call no matter what time of day or night and listen to you, be there for you, even if she had an early shift at work. she went out of her way for others and didn’t even think about it, or hesitate. she’d drive you to work even with the last bit of gas in her tank and no idea how she would refill it.

she’d keep your secrets and take them to the grave. if she knew you liked someone, she’s the one to be your wingwoman. she hugged you when you were breaking down and somehow be this force of nature to make it all better with simple yet poetic words.

humorous, stylish, wickedly smart, and not to mention talented to the bone—like to type of talented that would take her places and open up her heart full of big dreams she carried.

point is, nikki was the type of girl you wanted around you all the time. she was the company you didn’t have to second guess. she was someone who made you want to be around her all the time without even noticing it.

she wouldn’t yell at you, she wouldn’t slam doors in your face, she wouldn’t break up with you over text—and she damn sure wouldn’t psychotically smash her face in at some party, no matter how intoxicated she was. she wouldn’t fucking date bear for crying out loud. if she were going to leave you for anyone it wouldn’t be baron bailey.

“here’s the check,” the blonde slides the small tin tray that held a receipt and pen on it onto the table.

“just sign when you’re do—” the default tone of your phone running cuts the waitress off.

“got it, thank you,” you politely dismiss her as your reach for the phone.

nikki <3

you answer with the speed of light, “nikki?”

“y/n.” her voice is weak and faint but you can still make out your name from her lips.

“are you okay?”

“i love you,”

“i love you too, nik. what’s going on?”

“it’s not me,” your brows furrow with her cryptic words. “i’m not there, i’m not the one with bear. it’s not really me.”

“what—what do you mean it’s not really you? where are you, nikki?”

“no,” her voice cuts sharp. “you can’t come here, it’s not safe, y/n.”

“i don’t care, nikki, just tell me what’s going on—did he hurt you?”

“i love you, y/n. it’s always you. please, don’t forget that.”

Could you write a soulmates au for Nikki x reader?

some more angst

Nikki and reader are supposed to be together but because bear used the willow on Nikki is really trying to fight the urges wishnikki loving bear so much

or reader just being super crushed that Nikki doesn’t love them anymore idk…

I really enjoyed the fic you wrote the angst was lovely and how you built up the slight smut was great 👍🏽

ʙᴇᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. ᛪ༙. nikki freeman x fem!reader

warning(s): none. fluff. not proofread. takes place after cowboys and angels.

index: We should stay right here

We should lay right here

'Cause everything is okay right here

AS SHE AWOKE, before her eyes even opened, nikki reached her arm out to the right side of the bed, hoping to grab hold of your body but instead was met with the feeling of the ruffled sheets—the side of her bed your normally occupied or had been occupying for the last two days was empty; this immediately made her eyes shoot open, brows furrowing in question. she turns to the bedside nightstand and grabs her phone, clicking on it to read the time: nine AM on the dot and a few texts from bear, one from sarah.

but she doesn’t take the time to check any of the notifications on her screen, she flips the comforter off do her body and slings her feet off of the bed, her bare soles meeting the cold hardwood floor; she were only dressed in one of your oversized gym shirts that she refused to give back; not to mention the very messy bun her hair was up into. she sets out to find you, but not before grabbing the glasses she never wore outside the comfort of her home that were laid by her phone.

her bedroom door was cracked open already, she amused first you may be cooking breakfast but she doesn’t smell any aromas in the air, nor does she find you when she meets the kitchen. and she knows you’re not in the living room because well, it were open concept. she thought about checking the bathroom but also ruled that hiding spot out when she notices her front door wide open, the screen door shut though.

taking firms steps she walks towards the door and looks either way, out onto the street and sidewalk before spotting you on the left side of the porch in one of the old wooden chairs, small table in front of you and laptop open as you type away on it.

“hiding from me?” she peeks her head out of the now open screen door.

you look up, unsurprised at her sudden presence. “how’d you find me? i was planning on ditching you actually.”

“wow,” she holds fake and sarcastic hurt on her face, brining her hands to her chest in an offended motion.

“a hit it and quit it? is that all i am to you?”

“trust, if that were the case i would’ve left a long time ago.”

“okay, asshole.” she strides forward, striking you on your arm.

“ow! stop abusing me, meany.”

a deadpanned look, “that did not hurt.”

“yes it did! i think you gave me a boo-boo!”

“are you—are you mocking me?”

“mocking you? i’ll have you know a very pretty girl said that to me before kissing me.” you tease, reaching for her you grab her waist, gently pulling her to your lap.

“anyways,” her eyes roll. “what are you working on?”

“just turning in some last minute assignments.” well you were at least before she had woken up, now you’re full attention is on her.

“mhm,” she leans into your body while wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

“you’re working on homework when we’re supposed to be spending the weekend together, celebrating our anniversary?”

you beam a taunting yet science smile, “i’m a great multitasker.”

“i can’t believe it’s been a year.”

“a year and three days to be exact.”

“you’re such a geek.”

“a geek whom you spent years fawning over, need i remind you?”

wordlessly she rolls her eyes as you continue, “but hey, i get a best friend and a girlfriend in one so i’m not complaining. especially because yearly i get to remember you showing up at my place drunk, confessing your undying love to me.”

“what can i say? i’m an writer, we’re ones for the dramatic.”

you hadn’t slept at all, and by the time your body seemed to be giving out from mental and emotional exhaustion the sun were already coming and nikki were stirring out of her own slumber beside you—but you had already had everything covered, after pacing around non-stop after holding her until she fell asleep, you made sure to grab aspirin to have it on deck for this moment.

“hey…” her greeting is meek and raspy.

“morning,” your voice is just as timid, if not more than her’s.

“how are you feeling?”

“like a train hit me. i have a headache with a bite.”

you lean over to your bedside table, grabbing the two pills. “here, i’ll grab you some water.”

“thank you.”

you give a small ‘mhm’ before moving from the bed, into the kitchen for only two seconds to retrieve a cold bottled water from the fridge.

“i won’t ambush you yet, but, uh, we should talk.”

“yeah…i think we should talk now. it’s only a hangover, i’ve had many so i’ll survive.”

you take a small seat on the bed, your back turned to her as you rub your hands together in a motion to try and soothe whatever nerves rose in you.

“so, uh, you said a lot last night—”

“i know and i’m sorry i just laid it on y—”

“nikki,” turning your body to the side, you face her, making eye contact that seemed scary.

“just—let me finish.” she nods.

“i love you. that’s the obvious here, that—that i feel the same way you do. but i want you to know, i don’t just love because you kissed me or because we slept together. truth is, i think ive always loved you and—and i pushed it down, so far away that i couldn’t see it because i was so scared that you didint feel the same. so scared that i ruin our friendship. whatever happens between us that’s the first thing i need you to know,”

you take a moment to exhale, running your hands through your hair in a soothing motion all while the brunette stares at you with unreadable things in her eyes.

“the second thing i need you to know is, i would never use who you are against you. i know who you are inside and out and i love you because of that. i know you’re scared, i know people like bear, who have some supped up imagine of you and feel entitled to you and your time have you scares but all i ever want is you to be okay, nikki. for you to be happy and i—i would love to be the one to make you happy but im not going to push you to vulnerable when you’re not ready. and—and i wasn’t jealous that night at the party, sure it hurt me but i know that things between us had you messed up and i didn’t want you to make a mistake because of it. i care about you, nikki, strings or not; friends or more, or nothing at all i care about you.”

“fuck,” she hisses, dabbing the crevasses of her eyes that threatened to spill tears.

“when’d you become so emotionally intelligent?”

a breath-ful laugh escapes you, nodding your head at nikki freeman’s inability to be completely serious, no matter the situation.

“it’s my turn to talk, so…you just listen,”

“ok,” you nod, your eyes unable to leave her face.

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was such a dick to you, and that i pushed you away. i mean—i was scared and you know, as i so sloppily proclaimed last night but—that didn’t give me the right to just act like your feelings were nonexistent in this too,” she waves her finger between the two of you.

“and just because i was feeling the way i was doesn’t give me the right to treat you the way i did. i was cold you when i was the person to start all of this in the first place. i—i didn’t even know i could act like that, especially to you out of all people—”

“it’s okay—”

“just listen,” she warns. “so, i’m sorry, y/n. you didn’t deserve the cold shoulder and you didn’t deserve me deliberately kissing other people in front of you just to get a rise out of you. so, now that that’s out of the way,”

she takes a breath as you had when you were speaking, “i meant everything i said last night. i do love you, y/n, and im in love with you. i think ive been in love with you since we were like fourteen. and i don’t know where this leaves us or will take us but i want you in my life regardless—regardless of how scary it is to me, regardless if we’re friends or more. all i know is you’re the one thing that’s remained constant and i want to keep it that.”

“i want it to stay that way too.” it’s almost a whisper from your lips.

“good,” nervously she bites the inside of her cheek. “so, where does this leave us?”

“i—i’m willing to give this a try if you are—i mean obviously we take it slower this time but…”

“slower, yeah, i’d like that.”

“though, i don’t know how slow we’re going because you’re already in my bed.”

she lets out a short laugh, “yeah…sorry i just showed up.”

“no, no, i loved it. the whole breaking the silence, drunk confession, very, uh, cinematic and romantic.”

moving the comforter, she shoots closer to your side of the bed, a wide and teasing smile on her lips as she places a hand on your shoulder.

“does taking it slower involve no kissing yet?”

“mhm,” eyes flickering down to her lips. “i’m sure we can make an exception or two.”

“did you ever plan on telling me you liked me? i mean like before the kiss, when we’re kissed and you realized.”

“mhm, no,” she leans her head onto your shoulder, you hands firmly in her waist and laptop long forgotten about as you two recall that night from a year ago.

“but, you remember that party, jack morson threw freshman year?” you nod. “well, remember when we were all playing spin the bottle and you had a huge crush on lexi martin—“

“oh, lexi martin, how could i forget—”

“anyways! when you spun that bottle i prayed so hard that it would land on me but when it landed on her, i was jealous. i had my second period with her and heard her talking to her friends about she liked you, sooo i may or may not have threatened to kill her cat if she didn’t stay way from you.”

“nikki freeman,” you shake your head in joking disapproval. “you are one wicked woman.”

“says the one who knocked out a frat guy for me.”

“hey! that was different.”

“admit it, you were a little jealous.”

“i plead the fifth.” in a playful manner she leans deeper into your neck, biting it.

“ouu, you wanna do this on your porch? for all your neighbors to see?”

“okay, miss,” she shuffles up from your embrace. “i’m gonna go maw breakfast, you turn in your homework so you can spend time with your girlfriend.”

“sir, yes, sir!”

wordlessly she takes strides back to the front door, only turning to give you two middle fingers. you on the other hand go back to your laptop, which it doesn’t take you long to finish up whatever work you had left to you; after fixing a few typos on a paper and taking a short quiz you’re following in the direction she led, taking the device with you and aimlessly laying it on the kitchen table.

you smile to yourself, eyes going over nikki as her back is turned, attention on the eggs she cracked into a bowl.

“i love you.” you mindlessly confess causing her to turn her head, a small smile on her lips.

“come here,” she holds her hand and it’s pathetically cute how shamelessly fast you go for it.

she leans up, placing a chaste kiss on her lips, immediately you flow into it and wrap your hands around her waist; the feeling of the shirt she wore soft under your fingertips, just as the way her lips felt on yours—soft and somehow just made to fit yours if you had to be the judge of it.

“we should make pancakes—ou, better yet, fluffy ones with blueberries.”

“you’re kissing me and thinking about pancakes?”

“you’re body is soft like pancakes and sweet like them too—”

“okay,” her hand finds a home in the center of your chest. “i’ll work on the eggs, you get the pancake mix started.”

“you’re wish is my command.” you give her one more kiss.

working through this writers block like someone trying to escape prison 🫩

ʙʟɪɴᴅ. ᛪ༙. nikki freeman x fem!reader

warning(s): fluff. none really. not proofread.

index: When I close my eyes

All I think about is you

SFW

gf!nikki who is definitely a pda junkie, maybe not when you guys first start dating but once she is certain she is more than in love with you—the girl can’t keep her hands off of you.

at the bar? best believe her head is on your shoulder with your arm around the back of her chair. or holding hands under the table. maybe after she’s had a few drinks she can’t stop pulling you into innocent kisses.

she’s also a cuddle bug. as soon as she gets off work she’s throwing her spare keys to your place on your kitchen counter and immediately heading to your room and throwing herself into your arms.

gf!nikki who is overprotective of you.

so what you can easily defend yourself? she doesn’t play about you.

say she’s had a few drinks one night when you guys were out for trivia night, you’re at the bar just trying to get yourself another beer and some girl comes up to you—you already know what she’s after by the way she’s batting her eyelashes at you, so you immediately declare you have a girlfriend but the girl just won’t take no for answer.

and nikki, who were already watching you like a hawk sees this, immediately leaving whatever conversation she were having with sarah to go over to you.

“hey, baby, you almost done?”

you look down to your side, attention leaving the persistent blonde. “yeah, the bartenders just grabbing my drink.”

“who’s your friend?” nikki takes it upon herself to wrap her hand around your bicep.

“no clue.” your shrug, slightly smirking as you already knew where this was going.

“did you need my girlfriend’s help with something?” she turns to the woman, flashing a mocking smile.

“not anymore.” the blonde grumbles, turning on her heels in the opposite direction of you two.

gf!nikki who can very moody but folds easily for you

like, when everyone’s out at the bar and she just wants to go home—she’s tired, annoyed, and to be honest wants you all to herself. but of course, ian had to say something of karaoke, which she knows you love.

“i just want to home. i’m not in the mood for drunk, terrible singers.”

“aww, but baby that’s the best part.” you tease, arm slung over her shoulder.

“see,” she throws her hand in the direction of ian. “why’d you have to mention karaoke? you know y/n can’t resist it.”

“what? meee? i didn’t do anything. and i mean, if your girlfriend wants to go so bad that means you have to go.”

“technically, i don’t but she’s my ride home—actually, i wasn’t even going home, i was going back to her place.”

“ouu, kinky.” sarah speaks up.

“i…i could take you home, nikki.” bear speaks and whatever haze the drinks you had put over wash away.

“no, i’m good bear…thank you, though.”

“yeah, she’s good bear.” it comes out for aggressive than you intended, but, hell you were drunk.

“come on, baby. if we go, i’ll perform whatever song you want me to. no matter how embarrassing.” nikki looks up at you, your hopeful eyes mixed with your ver cute face (in her opinion,) swiftly make something twist in her.

“…fine.”

“heyyy!!” ian throws his hands up in victory.

gf!nikki who isn’t really big on pet names but once you started calling her ‘baby,’ she adapts it into her own vocabulary—but that’s really the only pet name she calls you.

gf!nikki who writes about you, but no matter how long you’ve been together she’s still shy about showing you.

gf!nikki who attempts to teach you a few strings on the guitar.

it was one of those rare days where both of you guys have work off, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed in som old thrifted yale t-shirt with blue plaid shorts to match; nikki is in front of you, on the floor with her legs crossed and in one of your shirts.

“like this?” you ask, strumming the guitar in your hand…completely incorrect.

“almost,” she teases. “try loosening your grip on the strings so it strums more smoothly.

you do as she says, trying for the note again which didn’t all the way sound good but better than the previous time.

“you know what,” you look up from the guitar to her as she speaks. “you have a lot of other talents, baby.”

“oh, fuck you.” you laugh out.

“it’s a good thing you’re a chef, and a sexy one because music is not your strong suit.”

“you’re lucky i love you, so i’m not gonna take your offensive words to heart.”

“constructive criticism, baby, constructive criticism.”

gf!nikki who’s never really had someone who fully knew/understood her, so when you do little gestures for her best believe she’s flat out crying, telling you how much she loves you.

“nikki?” you call out into your apartment, getting a response of ‘in the kitchen!’ back.

“hey, where’d you go? i woke up and you were gone.”

she’s in the kitchen, in one of your oversized sleep shirts, eggs on the stove.

“i did a little food shopping,” you come around the counter, placing a quick kiss on her forehead. “buttt, i also got you something.”

“what is it? you know i hate gifts.” she points the spatula at you, unamused look upon her.

you can’t help but to snicker at the notion, “you only hate gifts because they make you feel inadequate.”

wordlessly she keeps her same expression, watching as you reach into the pocket of your hoodie, pulling something wrapped in a brown paper out of it.

“what is that?”

“well, i remember you dropped your tigers eye down the drain last week, sooo.” you trail off, easily undoing the wrapping, revealing not only one but two crystals.

“i also got you a new rose quartz.”

“i hate you.” she plainly says, dropping the utensil in her head, rushing to wrap her arms around your waist and bury her head in your chest.

“i love you too, nik.”

“thank you, y/n.” she sniffles into your chest.

“aww, are you crying?”

“ever tell anyone i’m a softy and i’ll kill you.”

gf!nikki who loves singing along to your playlist on a car ride.

gf!nikki who, although kind of hates getting gifts, goes out of her way to get you little things. you’re into vinyls? she’s definitely getting you some limited edition shit of your favorite artist/band.

gf!nikki who doesn’t hesitate to reassure that she only has eyes for you, especially when bear just won’t quit with trying to confess his feelings towards her.

gf!nikki who’s constantly posting you on her instagram story, wether that outright be a picture of your face or one of her hand on your bicep, or the two coffee on the table—doesn’t matter. she’s proud of you.

gf!nikki who’s constantly shazaming the songs you play, but claiming she found them on her own.

gf!nikki who absolutely adores you—if she wakes up before you she definitely lays in bed, just adorning your face while you sleep.

gf!nikki who doesn’t play at all when you’re sick. she makes you call out of work for the next three days and is by your side before and after her own shift at work, with soup and an ice pack in hand.