Nicki Kovalsky

I keep having this weird dream... I've been getting a little worried about it, but the doctor says that it's "normal for girls my age". I don't know, I hope he's right, but, at the same time, I kinda wish he could just explain to me what the stupid blue box is. ............................................................................ Indepdendent Doctor Who OC FC: Choi Sooyoung {Tracking "dysaniacs"} Multiverse/Multiship

[maziekeen]

[iburnedyourletters]

“Oooh! Sleepover! C-can we order pizza?”

“You realize we’re always having a sleepover, technically, right?”

The girl was breathless with laughter as she sat cross-legged on Nicki’s bed, her hands folded in her lap as she looked at the other girl, and then over at Jameson. It was exceedingly rare for him to actually be sticking around overnight, so she decided technically, this was a sleepover.

      “Pizza! Pizza and those sticky cinnamon things. Let’s do it. Don’t tell Seth.”

Mostly because he’d eat all the cinnamon things, she was sure. 

[dysaniacs]

“We’re blaming you if he gets mad,” Nicki sang forebodingly, hoping off the bed and picking up the phone. Her sock-covered toes slipped slightly across the smoothly glazed wooden floors. Being Nicki, she paid no mind, even nearby the top of the stairs. She dialed the nearest pizzaria by memory, and danced to the constant drone of the ringing phone.

Getting bored before too long, she hopped back into bed with Kai, leaning on her friend while making ugly faces at the lanky boy on the floor.

Click. ‘Good afternoon, Domino’s pizza, what can I get for you?’

The small girl kicked her legs, alerting everybody that they’d picked up.

“Hi! I’d like a large pizza with everything but anchovies, and another with just cheese.” For a second she’d stopped there, leaning further into Kai. Then, leaning into her friend reminded her of what she’d so carelessly forgotten. “Oh! And those cinnamon things. Two of them, probably.”

Jameson shifted his weight slightly, folding his legs under himself.

“Make it three. Orders, I mean. Not just like three little cinnamon things. Probably boxes of them, or whatever they come in. That’ll be good.”

Jameson laughed, and Nicki grinned without letting out a sound.

‘Alright, miss. That’s a large pizza without anchovies, a large cheese pizza, and three orders of Cinna Sticks. Anything to drink for you, today?’

She nudged Kai frantically, not knowing the answer to his question.

   “You want anything to drink?”

[xvates]

“I am more used to building my furniture from scratch. Not buy pre-made fluff from  boxes that only aid in confusing your kind further than need be.” Short answer was a very dignified no.

[dysaniacs]

“Cool, so we’re in the same boat, here.” She huffed, her tune still not matching her words as she scrambled across the floor for the pieces she’d thrown. “Can you read that bit off the instruction manual for me? The part about screws and, I think, part H.”

[wxnderxwxnder-archived-blog]

“Cool–yeah… Not to be rude, but I’m kinda broke.” 

[dysaniacs]

“Well, nevermind that, then. You wanna try and get free food with me?”

[electriic-haze-deactivated20151]

Xaviera turned when she heard a voice ask her question. She looked at the woman with confusion. “74 bus?” Xaviera looked at her phone before returning her gaze on the woman.  “I don’t know if 74 bus stops here.. I mean I just take the same bus.”

[dysaniacs]

“It’s cool, I can wait and see.” She held out her hand, feeling just the slightest sprinkle when she reached out past the awning. --- “At least I’m safe, unless it floods.”

[wxnderxwxnder-archived-blog]

“And ruin this figure? Nu-uh, honey.” 

[dysaniacs]

“I’m asking you to buy me donuts, dummy.             Call it the give-Nicki-your-food diet.”

[theaxcher-blog]

; open

—- The young boy narrowed his eyes at the person in front of him. “Whats someone like you doin’ out here?” he asked rudely, Daryl wasnt really polite since manners weren’t a huge thing with his brother and dad. The person didn’t look like someone who knew what to do out in the woods at night.

[dysaniacs]

--- Nicki crouched down, not sure of what he meant, but pretty sure she could scare the crap out of him, if she tried hard enough. “Most nights I just go for nice little walks, but, other nights, I eat children that wander too far from their homes.” He looked a lot like her friend’s baby brother, and she found herself with the instinct to both tease and protect him. “What do you think I should do, tonight?”

[xvates]

“Are you quite sure you know what you’re doing? Because it doesn’t look like you do.”

[dysaniacs]

“Nope,” she declared with an off-putting smile and a confusingly defensive tone, chucking two and a half pieces of an Ikea table across the room. “Why, do you?”

[wxnderxwxnder-archived-blog]

[dysaniacs]

“Trade you for a box of donuts.”

[plxonexia-deactivated20151023]

“I don’t do nature.” Kyung-mi waved her index finger,  “There is nothing exciting about insects and wild  animals that could devour you in one gulp.”  Kyung-mi crossed her arms.

[dysaniacs]

"Yes, but it’ll be fun. What if you get to pet a bear??” Nicki whined, finding it hard to convince anyone that camping trips were a good idea. “What if I promise really NICE bears?”

[electriic-haze-deactivated20151]

“No one listens to me.. – I make suggestions  and people ignored them. No one cares about  my feelings.”

[dysaniacs]

“Well, it’s nice to meet you.    You waiting for the 74 bus, too?”

[fuqboy-deactivated20151217]

[dysaniacs]

Nicki: Aesthetic.

[iburnedyourletters]

(2/2) She checked her hands to set down the drink, but it looked like she'd already done that, somewhere along the way. Nicki plopped down into bed, lying side-by-side with the girl, and letting out a squeak of a yawn, followed by a giggle at her own noise. She gave a little hum, looked up at the ceiling, and stretched out her toes. "Kai?" She whispered, as though she might've already fallen asleep. "I kinda wanna be more than friends."

Kailee had already crawled into bed when she heard the pitter patter of Nicki’s feet coming into her bedroom. One eye opened to sleepily peer at the girl, a brief, tired smile crossing her face as she was joined. Kailee shifted a little to allow the other tiny girl some room and get comfortable, not even bothering to question her presence.

Nicki’s whisper was a comforting thing, but her words confused the tired teenager. Kai rolled over so she lay shoulder to shoulder with Nicki, staring at the same ceiling and scrunching her eyebrows together.

“We’re much more than friends, princess. We’re best friends, remember?” Kailee giggled softly, but an idle hand reached and lightly squeezed Nicki’s.

             “What do you want to be? We can be anything.”

[iburnedyourletters]

There was a great deal of silence. Kailee briefly wondered if Nicki had fallen asleep and forgotten her statement, but suddenly she had turned and faced her, rambling about space cadets and girlfriends. 

Girlfriends? Like, boyfriend-girlfriend, minus the boyfriend? Kailee’s pause was more out of confusion than anxiety. She was quiet for a few seconds. Her thoughts ran a mile a minute. Her pretty, funny friend who was warm and tiny like her wanted to be more than friends.

 Nicki could come close and Kailee didn’t flinch like she did when others came near. She could make her laugh and let her bring home a kitten and instead of judging her for all the horrible things that happened, she let her pretend to be five again and allowed her to heal. 

In her own way, Nicki had saved Kailee from herself. Most people didn’t understand the girl that lay next to her, but Kai did. A sleepy grin touched her lips as she looked at Nicki’s silhouette in the moonlight that crept through the curtains.

     “Girlfriend space cadets?”

She mused it over, pulling Nicki’s hand and pressing her lips gently to it so she kissed her not quite a friend’s fingers.

              “We can rule time and space and make all the boys jealous.”

[dysaniacs]

“Okay,” Nicki squeaked again. Kailee would eventually have to learn not to get so close if she wanted more than two syllables out of the only slightly smaller one. After about three seconds of astounded silence, Nicki shot up to the sitting position, even more alert than her usual self.

Without a word, she climber over the girl, careful only not to knee her in the rib as she somersaulted onto the floor with a THUMP.

Safely out of the range of the witch’s brain-melting touch, she pointed down the stairs, whispering despite all the other noise she’d just made.

         “I’m gonna go make cookies. You wanna come?”

[iburnedyourletters]

"Your arm is not supposed to bend like that."

They had run out into the woods. Kailee was covered in mud, her shrieks of joy and laughter now muffled into little huffs of breath as she chose to look into the face of her scared friend instead of at her arm. Her hair, usually shiny and thick with wild curls, hung wet and dirty around her face from the rain and her tumble into the ditch. Her arm, laying crooked and useless, was starting to bruise and swell. 

Ever quiet, she struggled to climb to her feet. Her body language seemed more like that of a startled child who had done something wrong than a teenager with a broken arm in the middle of the woods. Then again, most days she acted more like a six-year-old than a sixteen-year-old.

          “It—it’s not that bad, is it? Don’t tell Seth—”

She wasn’t afraid that he would be angry. It wasn’t him. He got frustrated with her but he would never raise his hand to her. She was afraid of his disappointment, of causing him more anguish and stress. Kailee winced as she walked, her head ducked.

                            “You think we can fix it? I can be quiet if you’ll–put it back right.”

[dysaniacs]

“No, ew!” Nicki shrieked, not meaning to be rude. She’d probably end up breaking it worse, and was pretty damn sure that wasn’t how bones worked. She scuffled over towards the equally small girl, dropping herself down to her knees and examining her arm up close. Not that she’d actually know anything, but it seemed like it might make Kailee feel a little safer, and not think she thought her arm was gross.

         Her little fingers reached out on more than one occasion to run over the injured arm,          but pulled back every time, scared to make it hurt more than it did.

“I’m sorry I made you come,” she whimpered, feeling even worse upon the realization that she couldn’t fix it, after. Usually, with Jamey, she knew how to fix it, after. “I thought it’d be fun but I didn’t think it’d…” Her legs wriggled her back and forth, squirming around in place of the words she couldn’t come up with.

“I don’t think we have to tell Seth,”          It was her fault, anyway. Kailee shouldn’t get in trouble for it.                   “I can drive you to get it checked, if we can get back home?”

[iburnedyourletters]

(2/2) She checked her hands to set down the drink, but it looked like she'd already done that, somewhere along the way. Nicki plopped down into bed, lying side-by-side with the girl, and letting out a squeak of a yawn, followed by a giggle at her own noise. She gave a little hum, looked up at the ceiling, and stretched out her toes. "Kai?" She whispered, as though she might've already fallen asleep. "I kinda wanna be more than friends."

Kailee had already crawled into bed when she heard the pitter patter of Nicki’s feet coming into her bedroom. One eye opened to sleepily peer at the girl, a brief, tired smile crossing her face as she was joined. Kailee shifted a little to allow the other tiny girl some room and get comfortable, not even bothering to question her presence.

Nicki’s whisper was a comforting thing, but her words confused the tired teenager. Kai rolled over so she lay shoulder to shoulder with Nicki, staring at the same ceiling and scrunching her eyebrows together.

“We’re much more than friends, princess. We’re best friends, remember?” Kailee giggled softly, but an idle hand reached and lightly squeezed Nicki’s.

             “What do you want to be? We can be anything.”

[dysaniacs]

“Fuck,” she squeaked, the whole upper half of her glowing into both a happy and uncomfortable heat. Time to abort the never-a-plan and curl up into a tight ball of blankets, living simply as a human dumpling at the foot of the bed.

But, she couldn’t. Because Kailee was holding her hand and her cheeks had already turned redder than Jameson’s on a bad day.

She didn’t even know if she really liked her like that. She didn’t know if she liked anyone like that. She said ‘kinda’. She was sure she said kinda. She really kinda wanted to be more than friends with somebody, and was already kinda sorta more than friends-ish with Jamey, but that didn’t count because they were just friends.

She furrowed her brows and took in a sharp gasp of air, holding it–

        Because she wasn’t really more than friends with Jamey because they weren’t and you         couldn’t be something else if you didn’t agree to be and she didn’t want to anyways         because that seemed dumb but she wanted to with someone and Kailee was pretty         and funny and a princess and they were princesses  together and as far as she         knew neither of them knew how this worked but she knew how it worked less and         even less than that was Jamey but suddenly she wished she’d asked him before she’d         said anything and that maybe she could’ve though this through a little further than         ‘more’ because all she knew was Kailee was nice to her and she wanted to be nice to         Kailee and maybe do that all the time or at least a lot of it and if she really         thought about it she didn’t know what more was, except for what she saw on tv and that         didn’t seem like something either of them would want and the warmth from Kailee’s         hand seeped up her arm and through her shoulders and into her brain and now         everything was cloudy and stupid and didn’t make any sense and there was a         tingling all the way down to her toes that made her want to smile and puke and         run away all at the same time.

–until she figured it out.

“Girlfriends sounds like fun,” she said, confident that it did. Her smile then broadened to half her face, rolling over to face Kailee as she squealed. “Or space cadets.”

[dysaniacs]

"You have to stay still---       or else it won’t look like a butterfly!”