“Nichole, that’s not how a lady sits” the girl’s mother didn’t even look up from her book. It was as if she could simply feel the bad posture.
Nikki tried her best not to groan and sat straight up.
“Feet flat on the floor.”
She shifted her position so that she was no longer sitting on her feet, and they dangled just above the floor.
“Feet flat ON the floor. If they dangle, you’ll just kick your feet like you always do.”
Nikki scooted a bit forward so that her feet could reach the ground. It was taking everything in her power to not just inhale her meal and run off to go play.
But now there was a new problem, her right leg was shaking.
This wasn’t a new problem for Nikki, she used to claim it meant it was happy, but her mom told her that it was disruptive and needed to stop. She made a conscious effort to try and will her leg to stop, but it kept shaking as if dancing to a song no one else could hear.
Her mother simply looked up. That slight, almost unnoticeable motion was enough to make Nikki freeze in place.
“This is a dinner table, not a jungle gym. You can play when you’re finished Nichole.”
“I’m sorry mom…”
“If you’re sorry then fix it.” Nikki nodded and stepped on her right foot with her left. Her feet weren’t flat on the ground, but at least her leg wasn’t shaking.
She hadn’t even touched her food.
It wasn’t that her mom wasn’t a good cook, she was great, but every dinner was an exercise in remembering how to eat. It took years just to get which utensils go on which side of the plate. Nikki didn’t see the point, nor did she understand why you even needed more than one fork. They’re all forks, and she has two perfectly good hands anyway, no utensils needed.
She’d never actually try that though, at least not with her mom right there.
“Nichole, stop picking.” She froze again, she didn’t even realize she had been picking. Looking down, one of the scabs on her arm was bleeding. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, Nikki was always playing with or picking at things, be it loose thread, one of her many bandaids, or the wounds they cover. It got especially bad when she was nervous.
“Hey mom? I’m not really super hungry.”
“Put plastic wrap on it and put it in the fridge, we’ll try again later.” This always happened. She was beginning to forget what warm food tasted like. At least not warm food that hadn’t been microwaved only to go back in the fridge without having a bite taken out of it.
“Camp?” Nikki looked up from the sand box. She wanted to dig for pirate treasure other places but she didn’t get yelled out when she dug here.
“Yes, I was thinking of sending you to a summer camp,” the woman smiled slightly seeing her daughter’s excitement.
“Like outside? In nature?”
“Absolutely. I think it’ll be just what you need.”
“Will it have fun games and adventures?! Can I wrestle bears and befriend wolves and make new friends?”
“You can do… some of those things, yes.”
“Thank-you thank-you THANK-YOU” Nikki jumped up and hugged her mom’s leg. “What’s it’s name? Where’s it at?”
“The sleepy pines. They’re called the flower scouts.”
The first week hazing had been bad, but Nikki took it in stride, initiations were always like this on TV. She was tough though and while these girls were… well girly, Nikki wanted to be their friends more than anything. This was her chance to go to camp and make friends and go on adventures with them. She didn’t want to blow this.
The second week was worse, they stopped being friendly all-together. They started calling her things like “weirdo”, “freak”, “disgusting”, they made it a game to get up and move when she’d try to sit with them. What’s worse, they’d give the same treatment to everyone who tried to be nice to her. It wasn’t long before the whole camp avoided her like a plague. She started to feel like that’s what she actually was.
Why wasn’t she normal? If she was, then her mom wouldn’t be so disappointed in her. If she was, these girls would want to be friend. If she was, then she wouldn’t feel so lonely.
The final straw was something simple. She was sitting alone for dinner, like she always did. She didn’t have to worry about eating a certain way, it’s not like using forty forks like her mom told her would suddenly make everyone give her another chance. The food was delicious too, these camp chefs were apparently hired from France. Still, it felt so lonely.
“Ew, she’s peeling her scabs!” Nikki was brought back from her daydreams by the entire mess hall pointing and staring. Some of them even took out phones to take pictures.
“She’s such a fucking freak!”
“Do you think she eats them?”
“Probably, it’s like she’s not even human.”
“She’s probably not, she’s an ugly rat.”
“Eww, what if she has bugs?”
Nikki felt like a trapped animal, which is exactly what they thought she was. She backed a couple paces away from the table before running out of the cafeteria, tears forming in her eyes.
It didn’t take her long to flag down a counselor and ask to use a phone.
“Hello? Residence of doctor-”
“Nichole? Are you calling from camp?”
“I…” she sniffed, “I wanna go home! I don’t like the flower scouts! They don’t do adventures or even go into the woods! A-and they’re mean and I don’t wanna be a flower scout, I wanna be a Nikki.”
There was a long sigh on the other side, “Are you sure you can’t stick out for a couple months?”
“N-none of them like me, they think I’m we-e-e-eird.” She sobbed, and wiped her nose with her sleeve.
“Sweetie, this wouldn’t happen if you just acted like a lady” Then the realization hit Nikki, she sent her there to try and change her, she wanted her daughter to act like these mean kids.
She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. “I wanna go home.”
“…are you sure?”
“Mmhm.” She sniffed
“Alright, I’ll be there tomorrow.”
“…okay. I love you.” She was answered with a repeated beeping, indicating her mom had hung up.
The mess hall was… well a mess. Max had convinced Space kid that the astronauts ate toothpaste and now there’s mint scented vomit all over that table. Nerris, having witnessed that, failed her constitution saving throw and lost her lunch as well. Then David, walking in without a care in the world, slipped on it and ate shit.
Max was basking in the situation he created, trying to get a handle on his hysterical laughter. Neil completely lost his appetite and pushed his tray away. Nikki hadn’t really noticed any of it, she was just scarfing down her food, completely spaced out.
Max snapped in front of her, “Nik, are you even seeing this?”
“Huh what? That’s a lotta barf.”
“Not the barf, well yeah the barf, but I meant David. He nearly fucking faceplanted in it!” Max laughed even harder when he noticed how much Neil was gagging. Nikki smiled more.
“Sorry I was out of it,” she said. “I was eating.”
“How can you eat this shit anyway? It’s not even real food.” He’s right, it couldn’t compare to home cooked meal, and especially not something made by professional chefs. But sitting here in perched frog on Lilly pad position, with her right leg shaking away, between her two best friends who, while flawed, love her for who she is and not despite it… she couldn’t ask for a better dinner.
“I dunno, it’s just good.”
“Whatever Nikki.” That’s right, she wasn’t Nichole, she wasn’t a flower scout. She was Nikki, and she was where she belonged.
Why everytime i tell sumone im not interested they get mad????? Im not being rude i didn’t say “eww your ugly” or “YO DIK TOOOO SMALL” or anything like tht fr! But nooooo im a “man” im “creepy” ima “Fake” MY ASS “FAKE” LMAO . Im jus block mfs now NICE IS OVER
The whispering stops when
I enter the room.
Don’t people have better things
To talk about?
Like current events; the most recent
Mega chain grand opening;
The latest box office draw;
What’s new on Netflix;
But people much prefer to talk
About other people…and
Fact-checking? Who has time for that?
Empathy? Doesn’t that, like,
Have to do with ambassadors or something?
Putting yourself in someone else’s shoes? Eww, but what if they have,
Like, a fungus? Or they have really
Ugly, out of style shoes?
Chill out, Literal Lisa.
Hold on now, Meddling Melanie.
Take a step back and consider
The bigger picture, Gossip Queen Christine.
Instead of taking bits and pieces
You hear (which have likely been
Grossly distorted anyway)
And adding to it until
You have an intriguing story
(However far from true),
How about you stick to things
You actually know?
Like the calories in the Frappucino du jour;
Or the best salons in town;
Or the lyrics to every Adele song.
What? I’m making assumptions?
Well, at least those assumptions
Aren’t hateful digs that drag
Your character through the mud
Like the things you say about me.
•broad shouldered tabbies
•handsome ginger tom
•forcing an apprentice to become a medicine cat somehow
•kits that have near death experiences
•"Foxdung! You foxhearted rabbitbrain coward! You got bees in your brain!!“
•"why did you wake me up i was going to caTCH A MOU SE”
•are you starting to like this character? Well too bad they’re dead now lol
•so.. much.. wasted… potential… *coughs*
•starclan after the first arc
•riverclan usually gets insulted with “fish breath!!”
•everyone reminding firestar that hes a kittypet
•thunderclan is sooooo wea k
•dreams, lots of dreams
•a clan is in danger? tHUNDERCLAN TO THE RESC UE
•"he loved too much”
•shadowclan smells bad eww
•rUNNINGW I ND
•elders complaining 24/7
Summary - In which you claim to be not jealous of Sehun’s new study accomplice, deciding to make him jealous in revenge. Well that ends well…
Harry Potter AU
It was a fine afternoon I spent strolling through the halls,
midst conversation with Chanyeol as we walked towards the library. After
stopping in front of the huge pair of double doors, we were immediately told
not to enter by a very suspicious looking Baekhyun.
“You can’t go in” He shrieked as I tried to push
“Umm yes I can, and frankly I’m a bit late so I have to
go in like now” I admitted, already being worried about the diva strop
Sehun was going to throw when I entered late to our study session. I’d already
told him to halt his quiditch practices for this, so I couldn’t make myself
seem more unpleasant as to show up late to my own given time.
“Just take my word for it and go in some other time. I
don’t want to see you hurt” Baekhyun suggested, making me more confused
about his antics than I usually was anyway. I tried to look into the large room
for any possible clues, but he’d placed his arms across
“Baek what are you talking about? I’m getting late for
my study session with Sehun, and he really doesn’t like it when I’m late”
“You can’t go in because… He has someone else with
him in your spot!” He blurted
“Under the staircase? Is it one of his quiditch
teammates again? Cause I’ve told hi-” I began to fume
“It’s a girl…” Baekhyun ended, cowering behind
Chanyeol as soon as the words left his mouth.
“W-what? Who is she?” I tried to keep my calm
“Siena from Ravenclaw, I heard them talk about her
being his tutor for a while now” He nervously informed
“Oh her! She’s hot” Chanyeol decided to pipe up,
and I instantly shot him a death glare
“Hot as in… She needs to uh - cool off with all that
ugliness! Eww” He changed, mirroring Baekhyun’s nervous look.
“I just don’t know why he’d pick her over me” I
huffed, looking over and trying to spot the two. I sucked in a short breath
when I saw the giggly pair stumbling out from behind the large bookshelves. As
soon as Sehun spotted me standing with Chanyeol, the grin on his face turned
upside down; his attention momentarily with me before he went back to his
preferred friend. “Put your arm around me” I muttered to Chanyeol
“What?” His eyes widened at my sudden request
“Put. Your. Arm. Around. Me” I enunciated as he
shook his head.
“Y/N I don’t think this is a good- Never mind”
Baekhyun gave up as I grabbed Chanyeol’s arm and put it around my shoulder. I
spotted Sehun’s glare at the corner of my eye, and a satisfied smile took over
“Y/N what do you think you’re going to get out of
this?” Chanyeol sighed as he pulled me closer. Him being my best friend
meant that this kind of skin ship was a usual. But I knew he felt uncomfortable
when he found that it had another purpose.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’s working”
I nervously admitted, turning to grin at him. “Look I’m sorry, but I don’t
know what happened. I don’t know… Why I did that” I shook my head
“Is there a chance you may be, I don’t know…
Jealous?” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows
“I am not!” I snapped, pulling Chanyeol’s arm
closer around me. Okay maybe I was a little annoyed, but certainly not jealous.
I began to play extended the sleeve of his robe as an act of innocence, but the
two continued to give me their suggestive stares.
“Y/N you’re gonna break my arm” Chanyeol warned as
he chuckled at my sudden aggressive attitude. “You know you’re kind of hot
when you’re jealous” He drawled, lowering down to place a small peck on my
“Hmm… Put a sock in it Park, he can’t hear you”
I chided, kissing his cheek and walking over to the shelves.
I was walking through the rows in search for the basic Hexes
spell book, when I heard a familiar voice clear his throat beside me
“So what’s up with you and Chanyeol out there?”
Sehun asked, leaning against the shelves as I nonchalantly continued my search
for the book.
“A more valid
question would be: why do you care?” I replied with a question, tilting my
head at his sudden curiosity
“Hmm I don’t know… Maybe it’s the fact that you two
strictly claim to be ‘just friends’, but then all of a sudden you act all
couple of the year, cuddling and kissing” He accused, causing me to let
out a little chuckle at his not-so-subtle sign of jealously. But that would be
pointless obviously; he has his own lady to worry about, why would he be
jealous of the thought of me with another guy?
“We’re just being friendly” I shrugged, my answer
being an instant cue to roll his eyes
“Yeah okay… Because all friendships consist of
constant pecks on the cheeks, him wrapping his arms around you every five
seconds and you curling up into his chest ever so often. Man would I love to be
stuck in a friendzone like that” He scoffed
“Did you just hear yourself?” I laughed “My
question still stands though, why do you care? You have your own lady friend, who
you picked over me by the way, to be bothered about” I prompted
"I’m just making sure he isn’t taking advantage of you
at this time of dismay which you’re going through…” He sighed
“Excuse me?” I huffed
“Y/N, you can’t lie to me and say that you aren’t the
tiniest bit jealous of her. I mean come on! I’ve seen the daggers you give her
every time you make eye contact, it’s like you’re thinking of a hundred ways of
how to kill her” He laughed to himself as I continued to stand
un-entertained by his antics. I was most definitely not jealous of her! I mean
sure she had to be the replacement of
me being Sehun’s tutor for the past two years, but now that I’ve seen how much
of an ass he’s being about this, I’m extremely glad this happened.
“You are just so full of yourself aren’t you? Saying
all I ever think about is you. Well news flash mister Oh Sehun, I do not have
any feelings for you! Emphasis on NOT!” I clarified “There is no
reason for me to be jealous of her so shut your egotistical ass up and leave me
alone” I snapped, half-lying to myself
“Jealously so evident in those sentences…” He
sighed as I let out a groan at his consistent douchebagery. It’s a word. As the
smirk continued to play on his features, I decided to set things straight as I
walked up as close as possible to him, looking him in the eye as I spoke
“You listen to me, and you listen to me loud and clear
Oh Sehun. I am not jealous of you and your perfect princess of a tutor, so why
don’t you just waltz out of this section just as easily as you barged in, and
take your asshole vibe with you” I finally hissed pushing his chest back
with my hand and walking away; only for my wrist to be instantly gripped by him
as he twirled me in to his chest with our arms tangled between us. We tried to
steady our breaths as the unwanted tension began to build up again; focusing on
anything rather than his face becoming an extremely hard thing to do, staring
into each other’s eyes out of will.
“And scene” His low chuckle sent me mixed feelings and right
now, this felt extremely frustrating. “Now you listen to me Y/N. My efforts of
finding out your feelings towards me have definitely paid off, maybe not in the
most graceful way” He began and I continued to impatiently stare at him, but I
already kind of caught the drift of this being a confession “And I’d like to
clarify one thing before you get mad at me; I had no intention of making you
jealous, I just knew ‘Defence Against the Dark Arts’ isn’t your forte so I
asked Jian. But when you started getting closer to Chanyeol, I started feeling
this odd possessive vibe towards you and I honestly feel like that whenever
you’re close to guys” He mumbled
“Sehun you can’t do that… I’m not your girlfriend and people
are going to start getting ideas-” I
“Why? Why are you not my girlfriend Y/N?” He asked
“Sehun I-” I began to feel at a loss of words because this
wasn’t exactly the conversation I was expecting to have with my best friend.
But hey! Here we are now.
“No no no, you like me -Baek told me, you can kill him
later- and I’m absolutely crazy about you, so why aren’t you my girlfriend
“Asking me would be a good start” I mumbled in the heat of
the moment, my eyes widening at my own words as I looked up at him with wide
eyes, as if to say ‘I don’t know where that came from’
“So… Do you want to be my girlfriend?” His voice came out
unusually nervous as he spoke. My mind was suddenly a mess after I looked up at
his hopeful eyes; I subconsciously nodded at his words causing a smug grin to
take over his features. I didn’t know what just happened, but apparently I was
glad it did.
A/N: I’m really sorry that the ending came out a little… poopy :( But I hope you lovelies liked the rest of the imagine as I have worked really hard on it :) I hope the anon(s) who requested, liked this (yes I merged two requests again, but they paired so beautifully! Please don’t kill me hehe) Thank you all for reading <3