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✄ LOVE ME, NIKKI! - N.F HEADCANONS

warnings - Help me, Nikki universe headcanons | NSFW, MDNI, murderous thoughts

✄ Nikki Freeman, whose eyes lit up when she saw you standing up for her for the first time—and she knew instantly that it wouldn’t be the last. You were both about twelve when you met, and seeing you push the boy who knocked her food tray to the floor was simply something Nikki had never experienced before.

✄ At that moment, she knew she could never let you get away again! You weren’t even looking for a friend, but Nikki stuck to you like a tick. She was there all the time; she’d wait for you at your locker, wait for you at your classroom door, wait for you after school, and ask if you could walk her home because she was "too scared that the bullies would pick on her on the way home".

✄ She practically walked into your life like that little abandoned puppy in the middle of the road—too cute to leave there, even if you didn’t want to take it home.

✄ The two of you became inseparable; no one would see Nikki without you, and no one would see you without Nikki! Things were perfect; the two of you were the complete package, inseparable souls. Nikki would spend nights at your house because hers was a mess at the time, and you’d comfort her when she complained about her parents’ yelling.

✄ She didn’t want bad things to happen, but sometimes—just sometimes—when you spent too much time apart, she’d lie down to sleep wishing for a tragedy—because she knew you’d come and take care of her.

✄ Nikki started noticing changes right after you both started high school. It was the same school, the same route, the same routine—or so she thought.

✄ The first thing that changed was your friendships; while everyone wanted to be around you, they only tolerated Nikki because of you. She saw how the laughter would die down a little every time she arrived, only for everything to return to normal the moment you spoke again.

✄ She couldn’t blame them. She felt that way about you too—as if everything that came out of your mouth were a sacred prophecy.

✄ The second thing that changed was your routines. While Nikki focused on her own writing and on improving in the subjects she wasn’t doing so well in, you were on a different path. Joining the school’s girls’ soccer team at the same time you started a garage band was like a free pass to popularity.

✄ When your practice schedule hit Nikki hard, the anger she’d been holding inside built up a little more.

“I can’t drop you off at home today—I have practice. That’s okay, right?!” She nodded in agreement and walked home as if the pavement were made of broken glass.

“I have to rehearse for the talent show at Taylor’s house. I’ll see you later, okay?!”

✄ You had your friends, your routine, and finally… the girls.

More than half the girls were now swarming around your locker like a flock of vultures—according to Nikki herself. She remembers perfectly the day she almost lost her mind for the first time. Looking back, she felt sorry for the seventeen-year-old Nikki. Today, she wished she’d found One Wish Willow sooner.

“Hey, weirdo, can you leave? You’re in our spot!”

Nikki knew that voice well—Lexi.

In fact, unfortunately, Nikki knew the whole trio of girls standing right in front of her now. Lexi was like Regina George, worse. And then there was Tess, who wasn’t as dumb as Karen, but was still far less intelligent than the other two. And finally, Hanna, who was simply capable of ruining anyone’s life with the number of connections she had.

“But that’s my best friend’s locker…”

“We know whose locker it is, weirdo. That’s exactly why we’re here!” Tess looked at her as if she could scare someone—she was the least scary one there, but even so, Nikki’s eyes were about to fill with tears.

“Hey! Weren’t you the weirdo in high school?!” Of course Hanna would know exactly all the dirt on everyone at that school. “What was it again? Freaky…”

“Nikki!” Your voice was like a ray of light in the midst of that darkness for Nikki; she gave a smile, only for it to fade away the very next second.

“Nikki! That’s it—Freaky Nikki!” The Freeman girl’s world seemed to stop; all the moments she wanted to forget came flooding back into her mind like a whip across her back. “It’s you, isn’t it?!” Hanna’s question landed like a fly in your coffee, because the moment the words left her mouth, you were already ready to fight.

“Hey, don’t call her that—are you an stupid?!” It wasn’t a shout, but the firmness in your voice made all the girls there flinch.

The smile on Nikki’s face was almost instantaneous, and you barely had time to look at her before Lexi stepped forward.

“Yeah Hanna, what the hell is wrong with you!” Her hand rested comfortably on your bicep, and she clung to it like a lifeline.

She was saying something, but Nikki never knew what it was, because her ears were blocked, and all she could see was red. Her hands on you made her want to strangle that girl to death, show you her remains, and tell you that you belonged only to Nikki and no one else!

Luckily, you approached Nikki before she could come up with more ways to kill that girl.

“I’m taking my best friend home. I don’t have time for this right now!” you said firmly, making the three girls nod their heads like obedient little puppies. “See you later.”

✄ It was the first time Nikki had seen you talk to girls other than her or your teammates.

✄ She almost had a heart attack when she was seventeen.

✄ And then, at eighteen, she almost died when you introduced her to your first girlfriend.

✄ God, she was obsessed! Amber was almost as beautiful as a goddess. She had slightly almond-shaped eyes, skin as white as snow, and a smile too beautiful to be true. You met her around the same time you met Ian, Sarah, and Bear.

✄ Nikki remembers how Ian used to say that Amber was the hottest girl he’d ever seen in his life.

✄ Bear kept telling Nikki that he didn’t think Amber was anything special, all while staring at her with a look that made her want to throw up.

✄ Sarah said she was getting way too obsessed with the girl.

✄ Nikki thought about the girl so much that anyone could swear she was in love. She looked at her Instagram photos so often that anyone might think they were best friends. She knew your girlfriend’s zodiac sign, her blood type, and deep down, she knew she was fucking gorgeous!

✄ And she knew you loved her.

✄ She remembered every detail you’d told her about your girlfriend, even though she hadn’t even wanted to hear about them at first. And she definitely remembered the conversation you two had two months after you and Amber started dating.

“Can I tell you something?” Nikki had just shown up at your place; she’d flopped onto the bed as soon as she arrived and pulled you down with her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The two of you were staring at the ceiling, and Nikki’s heart raced at the way you looked at her.

“Yeah…”

You took a deep breath, staring at the ceiling as you tried not to burst with anxiety.

“I had sex with Amber!” You spoke so fast that Nikki could barely keep up.

But she did. And then she almost had a panic attack right then and there.

She wanted to jump off the second floor of your house right this very moment! She wanted to bang her head against the wall and scream at you to break up with your girlfriend until you agreed, took her in your arms, and promised you’d stay with her for the rest of your life.

Anything.

Any guarantee that you wouldn’t leave.

But she couldn’t.

“Wow…” It was the only thing that came out of her mouth. “And was it good?”

God, she didn’t want to know. But she did want to know. I mean, she wanted to know how bad, disastrous, disgusting it was…

“It was perfect!” She’s sure her eye twitched. “I mean, it was really good. She and I have never… you know.”

You were shy, blushing. Talking about your perfect girlfriend as if she were fucking perfect and not some worthless person who came into your life just to steal you away from Nikki!

“But somehow, everything was perfect, Nikki. It was so good!”

God, she was lying on the bed where you had…

She felt like throwing up.

✄ You broke up with Amber after a year. You two wanted different things, and things just didn’t work out. Amber wanted to study film, and you encouraged her, knowing how passionate she was about horror movies. She wanted to go to college, but you, on the other hand, still had a lot going on in that town.

✄ Especially after Nikki was left on her own.

✄ Getting a job at the music store was great for a while—all your friends together, working, going to bars, and being irresponsible young adults for a bit.

✄ You started to hate that life after your sophomore year.

✄ You knew Nikki was looking for something more, and you encouraged her every time she brought it up with you. Because deep down, she was the only person keeping you from leaving that town. She was your best friend; you weren’t going to leave her alone in that hole.

✄ The day she told you about leaving felt like a teenage dream. It was as if you were not only watching your best friend start to forge her own path, but also seeing the sign that you’d finally be able to forge your own.

✄ After making sure Nikki had gone inside, you smiled from ear to ear! You turned on the radio, grinning like a fool even though the only song playing on the late-night program was “Why Do I Cry” by Margo Guryan, because for the first time in your life, you were dreaming again.

✄ You thought about apartments, you thought about L.A., you thought about college, you thought about a future, you thought about Amber…

✄ And then, it was as if the things you wanted simply vanished right before your eyes.

✄ Nikki.

✄ She was everything you needed.

✄ The days passed like a time warp. You only had brief flashes of them, but it was as if you were there the whole time—and most importantly, with her.

Nikki would wake up to breakfast ready, the aroma wafting through the house like an expensive perfume.

“Did you make breakfast?” Her husky voice made you smile.

“Anything for you!” Everything seemed so tidy, in its proper place, as if everything were perfectly positioned—including you.

✄ Because your place was right there, by her side. And she made sure to remind you of that.

“So deep!” Her moans were like a noise, sometimes like static from a faulty radio, but at other times, they were like a sweet melody. “Hey!”

Her hands grabbed your face, pulling it away from her legs—moaning again when you didn’t stop thrusting your fingers into her.

“Say you’re mine!” She always did that when you got distracted for a second.

Why shouldn’t you get distracted? Your attention should be on her the whole time!

Your mouth went dry, and your jumbled thoughts dissipated the moment you felt the sting of Nikki’s slap on your cheek. It hurt like hell, but all you could do was smile like an idiot.

“I’m yours, Nikki.” Speeding up your movements, you kissed her neck, nibbling lightly on the spot as you tried to forget the pain of her rings on your cheek. “I fucking love you!”

✄ Everything was perfect, until something happened—just so that your days together wouldn’t all end up being the same. After all, the same thing all day can get a little tiring, right?!

“YOU SAID YOU’D DELETED THAT BITCH’S NUMBER!” Your phone was thrown at the wall hard enough to cut off your head, but it flew right past you and just shattered against the paint.

“Nikki, I don’t know what happened.” You were practically on your knees at that point. “Please don’t do this—you know I love you!”

“UNTIL WHEN DO YOU LOVE ME? UNTIL THAT BITCH SENDS YOU A TEXT?”

“Babe, I can’t even see the texts she sends me. You have my phone all the time!” you replied, approaching her cautiously.

“DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE MESSAGES?” Her scream was enough to make you flinch. “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LOVE ME?”

✄ And then, you’d make up, and everything would go back to normal again.

i miss writing 4 amber (love my freeman girls)

#nikki freeman x you #nikki freeman x reader #nikki freeman thoughts 💭#spiderb00bs

- HELP ME, NIKKI!, N.F

"When an old feeling takes hold in your heart, Nikki's wish begins to slip through her fingers. And now, she'll have to get anyone who dares to threaten your relationship out of the way."

warnings - part 1 here | everything u'd expect from the obsession universe, murder, psycho reader, freaky nikki ofc (w no wish), panic attack (not really)

now playing - My Way, by Olivia Rodrigo

"Well, here's a map of the lines I drew And some girl steps over, and the girl is you"

The days passed with a sense of peace that was unparalleled for Nikki. You had practically moved into her house by then, realizing that a quick trip back to your place to grab a few changes of clothes was the longest you could stay away from Nikki. The days were beautiful; the two of you had breakfast together, talked about everything, laughed, watched movies—which were only the ones Nikki was interested in seeing—and you watched her write page after page of her book—since, with you around, she had unlimited inspiration.

It had been almost a month since the two of you had gone to work, and not only did John’s calls keep coming in, but so did those from Ian, Sarah, and Bear. Nikki never answered them—at least not when you were around—which was almost always. By then, she’d only answered one call from Bear while you were in the shower, and all she had time to say to him was, “Everything’s fine, just stop calling for a bit, gosh!,” before she joined you in the shower.

Nikki thought everything was perfect; she couldn’t imagine anything better. She had you, and the two of you had the life she’d always dreamed of—or at least half of it, since you were still weighing your options for moving out as soon as possible.

Nikki noticed exactly when things started to change. It was precisely the day the two of you finally had to go back to work, neither of you having enough money yet to quit that crappy job and move on with your lives. You had to go pick up your work uniform at your place; that stupid shirt had been lying on your bed ever since the night you confessed your feelings to Nikki.

Walking into the house at that point felt like a mistake, like a dark past you wanted to leave behind, even though a part of you was screaming at you to read between the lines. But every time you walked in the door, a chill ran down your spine, a feeling of emptiness settled in your chest, and all you could think about was getting back to Nikki as fast as possible.

Nikki, your home.

Your feet almost ran toward the exit; you slammed the front door harder than you intended, turning your back to the street to lock the door and get ready to get out of there as fast as you could. Your hands were shaking, your fingers fumbled with the keys, and the jingling noise made your head spin. Your senses felt jumbled, as if someone were banging your head against the wall a million times. And before you could even pass out from withdrawal, a hand on your shoulder brought you back to a state of consciousness you didn’t even realize you were losing.

“What the fuck. Damn it, Yn, I’ve been trying to talk to you for almost a month!” The woman’s voice—which you recognized as Sarah’s after a few seconds—sounded slightly distant, and her face seemed distorted before finally returning to normal. “Are you fucking listening to me?”

Her hands shook your shoulders, and you looked at her more clearly. She looked like the same person you’d seen at the bar last time, except for the slightly dark circles under her eyes—concealed by makeup—and the lack of sparkle in her eyes. She looked tired.

“Hi, Sarah...”

“Hi? Is that all you have to say, motherfucker?" Her voice was unmistakably a mix of exhaustion and anger, as if you’d done something bad to her—something you definitely didn’t remember doing.

“What’s wrong with you, Sarah?” The question seemed to catch her off guard, because she looked at you as if she were about to blow your head off.

“What’s wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you?!” Her hands shoved your shoulders, your back slamming into the front door before you even had a chance to react. “One night I’m waiting for you to come back from karaoke, and the next day I find out you’re sleeping with Nikki? What the hell is wrong with you?”

It was agonizing how you couldn’t understand why she was so aggressive, or how you couldn’t read the expression on her face. It was even more agonizing for Sarah to see that you didn’t seem to know what you’d done wrong.

“You said you’d come back to karaoke, Yn. You fucking promised me!” She had tears in her eyes, and it was as if a part of you was struggling to make your brain process that the way it really should be processed. “You told me you’d come back to me! And then I see that the next day you blocked me from everything, and that all Nikki posts on her stories are photos of you shirtless in her fucking bed!”

Her whispers were very aggressive, and your furrowed eyebrows only made her want to slap you in the face even more.

“I… I didn’t block you.” That was the only thing you could say, pausing for a moment before remembering to put a smile on your face.

Because you were happier now!

You had the life you’d always wanted!

You’re happy!

“What…?”

“Nikki has my phone. She must have blocked you...” You paused, then continued like a robot. “I mean, you must have done something Nikki didn’t like. She wouldn’t block you for no reason.”

“Why the hell should I care what that bitch likes or doesn’t like? You were the one I was dating!”

Dating? You and Sarah? Why couldn’t you remember that? I mean, you’re almost certain you’d never dated anyone before. You were completely in love with Nikki, closed off to love unless it was for her. You’re almost certain of that, right?! Right?

“What the hell…” Sarah sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes before looking away from you for the first time since she saw you. “Damn, you don’t even seem like yourself anymore. What the hell did she do to you, Yn?”

And for the first time in days, you asked yourself the same thing.

The ride home was a strange mix of troubled and melodramatic thoughts. Your mind wavered between thinking about Nikki and thinking about what Sarah had told you earlier. All you could think was that Sarah could only be lying to you at this point. You didn’t remember dating anyone. Every time your brain tried to retrieve that memory, all your receptors sent back was a blurry, distant memory of you and Nikki in moments that didn’t seem quite real.

It was almost as if her face had been pasted there—simply in place of someone else’s face.

You must be going crazy. That was the only reason! Maybe the time away from Nikki was really starting to affect your brain. You laughed at the thought. And as your eyes lit up at the sight of the front door of the Freeman girl’s house, all your doubts dissipated, the questions faded away—pushed to the back of your mind—while all you could think about was getting inside and having your girlfriend back in your arms.

“I’m back!” Announcing your arrival, you barely had time to properly step inside the house when Nikki hurried toward you.

“Why the hell did it take you so long?” Her tone was slightly angry, and you shrugged—just out of habit—and looked at her as if you already knew you were about to say something that would make her angry or, at the very least, disappointed.

“I ran into Sarah on the way...” As soon as the first words left your mouth, Nikki’s eyebrows furrowed. “I mean, not exactly on the way. I was leaving the house and she was waiting for me outside.” Your voice grew quieter as you watched your girlfriend’s expression twist even further.

“Did you talk to her?” The question was direct—almost too direct for Nikki.

“I...”

“What the hell did you say to her?” Her voice was harsh, and her footsteps toward you made you cower even further against the front door.

God, the feeling of being so small was awful, but not that awful because it was just Nikki.

Your Nikki.

She’d never do anything bad to you, would she?!

“I didn’t say anything!” Her body was practically pressed against yours, pushing you against the door as if it were instinct. “She, she... she was just talking a bunch of nonsense and I... I just told her to leave and walked away. I swear!”

Your breathing was slightly ragged, your fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt so tightly that Nikki thought you might tear it. And then she realized it. You were scared.

“My love…” Her hands rose to your face, caressing your cheeks as she watched you force a smile.

She knew it was forced. You don’t think she cares.

“Hey, look at me! You’re shaking!” Her voice was sweet and soft, a stark contrast to how she’d been speaking to you just a few seconds ago. “You don’t have to be afraid of me. You know I’ll never hurt you, right?!” Seeing you nod, the shorter woman pulled you across the room, finally letting you breathe and move away from the door.

She led you to the couch in complete silence and had you rest your head on her lap as if that could solve all the world’s problems.

Maybe it could.

“Poor girl. You’re not scared because of me. It was Sarah who scared you. Trying to pin you against the wall like that.” Her hands stroked your hair. And the way she stared at you made you feel two extremes at the same time—passion and emptiness. “Tell me, baby. Did she say anything else to you that I should know?”

The atmosphere in the store was tense. You served customers in a monotone voice, too bored to pay attention to anyone but Nikki. Bear wasn’t working today, and Ian had been holed up in the break room ever since you and Nikki arrived. Your eyes didn’t stray far from your girlfriend, and you seemed too mesmerized by Nikki Freeman to notice anything else around you.

You didn’t notice Sarah’s glances at you, nor the way Nikki looked at her every five seconds, nor how Sarah caught her gaze a few times, nor even how the tension in the store seemed to be building more and more.

You swear you were distracted for less than five minutes—you couldn’t spend any more time than that away from Nikki before that emptiness started to set in—but that was more than enough for the two women who were working the store with you to simply vanish from your sight. Frowning, you dismissed the last customer with half-hearted service and headed toward the break room. You knew Nikki would never go there without dragging you along, so the weight on your chest only seemed to grow at the thought that she might not want to spend her free time with you.

The door swung open with a jolt, and Ian jumped out of his chair as if you’d just dropped a radioactive bomb in his lap.

“Shit! Damn it, don’t you know how to knock?!” The angry expression on his face didn’t faze you at all, because all your eyes were searching for was your Nikki.

“Where’s Nikki?” Rolling his eyes, the man settled back—in a strange way—into the chair, sliding his body slightly forward on the seat and tilting his head back until it rested against the wall.

“How the hell should I know!” He crossed his arms. “You two just can’t stay away from each other for a second...”

His voice faded from your ears as you slammed the door shut with a dull thud, looking around the store again just to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. Nikki was short; she could easily hide behind the counters.

That wasn’t the case.

You looked around once more, searching for a plausible place your girlfriend might have gone. The back exit door was slightly ajar, and you almost slapped yourself for not noticing that detail sooner.

As your feet carried you closer to the door, the voices became slightly more distinct—not screams—at least not yet—but a brief argument, perhaps a confrontation starting to heat up. And then, through the crack in the door, you saw it.

“I told you to stay away from her, Sarah!” Nikki’s voice was the first to reach your ears, that tone that made you cringe whenever she used it with someone—or worse yet, with you.

“Fuck you, Nikki!” Sarah’s voice came next, and your hand reached for the doorknob, ready to put an end to whatever was going on in there. “She always does this when it comes to you!”

“Forget it! You always do this when it comes to Nikki.”

The voice that echoed in your head made everything around you spin. It wasn’t the voice that had been in your thoughts all these weeks. For the first time in weeks, your brain managed to recall a memory that didn’t involve Nikki—at least not entirely. The voice wasn’t the one you were used to; it was Sarah’s. Loud and clear.

Stepping away from the door, the hand that had been about to grab the doorknob now clutched your head. Staggering backward, you leaned against the store walls, trying your hardest not to groan in pain as memories you didn’t even know existed flashed through your mind like a movie. The voices, the vivid images—it was as if you were fighting with yourself to regain control.

“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! I WANT MY LIFE BACK! I WANT TO GO BACK! LET ME GO BACK!” Nikki’s cold hands felt like a terrifying contrast against your warm skin, and your head spinning made all the sensations a thousand times worse.

The first thud came along with Sarah’s scream - the woman reacted instantly when she saw you jerk your head back and slam it against the wall with all your strength. Once, twice, three times. It kept going. Your screams mingled with Nikki’s, who was now begging you to stop, and Sarah’s, who was in a near state of shock—what the hell was happening to you?

“Baby, please…” The word slipped softly from Sarah’s lips, amid her sobs.

“Can we keep this just between the two of us for now?” The pain was intense, and your hands were pulling at your hair as if ripping it out would make things better.

“You can’t hide from love forever just because you don’t want to hurt Nikki, Yn.” Sarah’s voice, crystal clear in your memories, felt like a million nails being hammered into your head, and with a loud scream, you finally let yourself fall to the floor.

“NO! STOP IT! STOP IT, FUCK! The screams drew attention; Ian ran out of the break room and found Nikki and Sarah kneeling next to you.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” He tried to shout over your screams, earning angry glances from both women.

“SHUT UP AND GO GET HELP, IAN!” Sarah’s voice—now screaming right next to you—was enough to make you cover your ears with your hands, screaming in despair again as you curled up in the corner by the wall.

“Baby, can you hear me? Please, you have to come back to me! It’s me, your Nikki!” The moment the Freeman girl’s hands touched you, your body curled up, shaking violently as your eyes struggled to focus on something real. It felt as if the two of you were in her bedroom, as if you weren’t begging to come back—or whatever that meant.

“THAT’S NOT ME! LET ME GO BACK! PLEASE!” Blood began to stain the wall as a warning that things were about to get worse.

In a moment of panic, Sarah pushed Nikki off you; the turmoil and anguish in her chest at seeing that Freeman wasn’t actually doing anything to help overwhelmed her. Sarah’s hands shot up like a shield projected from the heavens; her hands went to the back of your head—the very part that was slamming relentlessly against the wall. It didn’t take long for the knuckles of her fingers to turn red from the blows, and then red with blood as she shielded you from the impact.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Nikki’s screams made Sarah close her eyes, tears streaming freely as she tried her best to block out everything around her.

To forget that Nikki was there, to forget the threats she’d made just over seven minutes ago, and to forget that pain in her chest every time she remembered that you didn’t want to be with her anymore.

“Stop, please.” Her sobs were quiet, almost like a prayer she had no faith would be heard, but she kept repeating the same words faithfully nonetheless. “Please, stop.”

With one last shake of her head—now resting in Sarah’s palms—you looked at her with a vacant, lifeless gaze, as if you weren’t even there anymore. As if you’d lost that battle.

“I need help, please!” Your weak eyes were almost closing when a whisper escaped your lips, and Sarah almost missed the faint breath that left your lips amid the sound of the ambulance siren. “One wish. . . help Nikki. . .”

Your eyes closed, and as if snapped out of a trance, Nikki finally got up from where she’d been sitting on the floor to push Sarah away from you. She knelt down in the same spot as before, cradling your head in her hands just to catch a glimpse of you, unconscious, your head limp as she tried to get you to respond.

Sarah was still there, paralyzed by fear, paralyzed by uncertainty, and when her ears picked up the sound of the paramedics taking over the scene, all she could do was get up and run.

The brightness made you wince as soon as you tried to open your eyes for the first time. The place smelled of disinfectant and bleach, and the strong smell of cleaning products made you feel like throwing up for a moment. As soon as you made a move to try to sit up, pain shot through your entire body, your neurons racing and sending thousands of signals through the synapses, only for you to end up groaning in pain and reaching for the injured spot.

“What the hell!” Your throat was as dry as a desert, and you barely had time to think before Nikki was by your side.

Her hands on your chest, gently pushing you back onto the mattress while whispering words that took you a while to understand. Everything seemed like a blur at that moment, and all you remember is being in the record store, sirens, and someone’s hands on your face.

“Hey, just lie still, okay.” Freeman’s soft voice sent shivers down your spine, and despite the strange reaction, you were still glad she was there. “Can you hear me, babe?”

“What happened?” Your question made Nikki stop completely for a second; she resumed her role as the concerned girlfriend and put a gentle smile on her face as she stroked your hair—or at least the strands that the bandage on your head didn’t cover.

“You had a panic attack. That’s what the doctors said.” Her voice was slightly shaky, as if there was still something behind it waiting to be revealed.

But you knew you could trust Nikki.

She was your Nikki.

“I haven’t had panic attacks since middle school,” you muttered, looking at your girlfriend’s hand, which was now intertwined with yours amid the white sheets of the hospital bed.

“I know, my love.” She squeezed your hand three times. “I don’t even remember when the last time was. But the doctors said you might have had some kind of trigger earlier today.” It was almost as if she were treading on thin ice.

The fear that at any moment it might crack and the house of cards would come crashing down was terrifying for Nikki. You asked for help—the real you, not that love-struck, silly version of you that Nikki had been experiencing these past few days. Not the version with the soft voice that woke her up with kisses every day, nor the version that dragged her everywhere you went, nor even the version that demanded affection and attention 24/7.

No.

That was the real you. Asking for help, you trapped somewhere inside your own mind like a spectator unworthy of freely inhabiting your own body. She felt bad for you. She really did in the first few days. But then… then the feeling was so good that she couldn’t resist.

“I’m so confused.” Your weak voice was the reason she felt even the slightest bit bad for you. It wasn’t entirely fair to you, but it wasn’t fair to her either.

She just wanted you to love her.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, huh?!” Her hands roamed over your body as if they had a magical effect.

Sometimes you really thought it did.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, huh!” Her soft voice, her caresses as light as a feather. It was almost like a spell she had mastered perfectly.

You nodded in agreement. Carefully resting your head on the pillow and closing your eyes, you placed all your trust in Nikki, because that was what you’d always done since you were a child.

Freeman’s hands slowly pulled away from you; running them through her hair, she sighed in agony. Her plan to leave town was already too late for both of your sakes, and now, knowing that Sarah might try to interfere with your relationship with her, all Nikki could think about was a safe way to get the two of you out of that shitty town before anyone decided to take action and investigate further.

She wasn’t afraid anyone would find out about the wish—after all, who in their right mind would believe that a wishing willow had granted Nikki Freeman’s dream girl to her? Not even she believed it. She remembers the sinister phone call she made while you were asleep. After the first week, she began to get suspicious.

If there’s one thing Nikki Freeman isn’t, it’s stupid! You were in a deep sleep—perhaps the first of the week since the two of you had actually started dating. Maybe your body had finally run out of steam, or maybe you’d finally gotten tired of looking at her—and that thought alone sent a shiver down Nikki’s spine.

Ignoring the feeling of being watched, she grabbed her phone, taking one last look at you before closing the bedroom door and starting to pace around the living room. Her apartment was a mess; since all you two did now was basically eat, sleep, and have sex, cleaning had been constantly neglected over the last few days. Nikki made a mental note to take care of it in the morning, dialing the numbers blindly as if she’d memorized them long ago.

The phone rang once.

Then twice.

Three times.

“One Wish Willow, how can I help you?” The voice was monotone, and unlike Nikki—who couldn’t hear any noise coming from the other end of the line—all the person on the other end of the call could hear was Miss Freeman’s heavy breathing.

“Is this real?” Those were the only words that came out of her mouth.

Because if this really worked, she had the eerie feeling that whoever was on the other end of the line would know exactly what she was talking about.

A sigh was heard. “You wished she’d love you the way you love her, didn’t you?”

Nikki’s breath caught, and upon hearing a small noise coming from the bedroom, she spun around quickly. The door was still closed, and the phone was still on the line.

“She loves you, Nikki.” The way it said her name was enough to make young Freeman’s stomach churn. “She’ll feel the emptiness you felt when she wasn’t around when you’re not around. She thinks about you day and night, just as you think about her. She’s freaky for you, and only you. Because that’s exactly how you felt about her.”

Nikki’s breathing quickened with every word, only for her to suddenly hold her breath when the thing on the other end of the line stopped speaking.

And then, in a drawling, completely distorted voice, Nikki heard the words being uttered on the other end of the line. “She’s yours until the day you die, Nikkie… or until the day you finally kill her…”

Nikki’s finger slammed down on the end call button, almost hard enough to burn the phone’s display. The voice fell silent; that sinister, distorted voice was gone forever, even as the weight of those words continued to hang over her.

“Nikki…” With a start, the woman in the middle of the room turned around. Seeing you standing in the doorway, she tried to smile, but only a faint, forced, and frightened smile escaped her lips. “Can you please come back to bed? I get so, so, so sad when you’re not in my arms…”

She waved, walking toward you and standing on tiptoe. Her lips touched yours as your hands rested on her waist.

She needed to take all of this as far away from there as possible.

It was around two in the morning when Nikki heard something—at first, very faint, but still disturbing enough to make her open her eyes and try to locate the source of the sound. The thought that Sarah might be trying to communicate with her crept into her mind like a curse, and she jumped up from the armchair. Her back ached from the choir practice and the cheap upholstery on the armchairs, and she swears she almost strained her back with the jump she made.

But everything was strangely normal. Quiet, almost as if nothing was really wrong there. Nikki knew that wasn’t true. That chill down her spine—which only came when something was about to happen—was there again, very present, making her even more alert to whatever was about to happen.

“Nikki!” The voice made her jump slightly; taking her eyes off the door, she quickly turned toward the bed where you were lying.

She furrowed her brow. Even in the darkness, Nikki could see your closed eyes, your mouth slightly parted, and your breath as light as a feather. She paused to think, wondering if she was hearing things—only for her thoughts to be interrupted by the voice she’d known her whole life.

“Help me, Nikki!” The whisper was soft, but still clear enough for the Freeman girl to understand every word you were saying.

“My love, I...” She took a step toward you.

“No!” you whispered, almost shouting. “Please don’t wake her up! You’ll wake her up and I’ll have to go back to the bottom—please, Nikki, don’t wake her up!”

The sound of footsteps stopped; Nikki froze in the middle of the room, trying to figure out what she should do in a situation like this. You were there, struggling to control your own body for the first time in a long while—a time you couldn’t even remember anymore.

“Nikki, help me. Please, this isn’t fair!” The cry in your voice made the woman slowly close her eyes. Partly because she felt sorry for you, but partly because she was fed up with trying to please you at all costs and still getting nothing in return.

“Baby, you don’t need help. We’re in this together! I’m with you until the end! Let’s get married! Live happily ever after or whatever bullshit like that! I want to do all of this with you!”

“Nikki, don’t do this to me. Please, you know we’re not like that! You have to understand...”

“No!” Anger rose in her throat—years and years of dedication about to be thrown away just because you were a little confused? She wasn’t going to let that happen.

“We love each other, babe. You’re just confused!” A single tear rolled down Nikki’s cheek as she moved closer to you in bed, ignoring all your muffled protests. “And it’s not fair to me, do you understand?! You say you love me and then you want to back out? You’re just confused, babe. You’ll be fine soon!”

“Nikki...”

“Shh, babe. You’ll be back to normal in a minute!” Her hands clasped both of yours; your body—or at least what was left of it—jolted awake, your facial muscles smiling at Nikki while your true self was pushed kilometers away from what you were supposed to be.

The feeling of emptiness, of limbo… the feeling of helplessness. It all hit you like a tsunami. But you couldn’t move the way you wanted to; you couldn’t just curl up in a fetal position and cry until you were dehydrated. You couldn’t get down on your knees and beg Nikki—who used to be your best friend, your little sister—to let you go back to being who you were.

“I’ll get you some juice; maybe they still have something you’ll like in the snack machine.”

“Okay. I love you—you know that, right?!” The smile on your face was becoming Nikki’s favorite. Meanwhile, little by little—even without fully realizing it—she was erasing the traces of the old you from her mind.

That version of you who still secretly loved her—as she used to tell herself. That version who thought she’d be happy without her. Nikki was starting to hate that version of you.

And she was going to make sure you hated her, too.

“I know! I love you even more,” she said, leaning against the bedroom door and looking at you one last time before going to get something to eat. “I’ll be right back.”

“I miss you already!”

Nikki smiled before disappearing down the empty hallway; she passed the room doors, casting a curious glance at those with their doors open—most of the time, it was just nurses administering medication during their shift. And then she reached the cafeteria. It was more like a small break area inside the hospital; there was a coffee machine, a pitcher of tea, and a snack machine near the door—she walked over there.

Sighing, Nikki pulled some notes out of her pocket, ready to buy her favorite snack, but something seemed to draw her in more than the snack machine. Further ahead, the door near the snack machine was open, offering a view of the inpatient ward’s reception area, and standing there, awkwardly chatting with the receptionist, was Bear. Nikki’s body froze; the reason she was in this hospital right now was indirectly because of him, since he was the one who had given her that magic stick.

Nikki knew that you and Bear weren’t even close—you two got along cordially while trying to avoid conflict within the same group of friends—but you definitely had no interest in being friends with him. Nikki’s eyebrows furrowed, and she wondered why he was really here; as her hands began to sweat, her fear seemed to have drawn the man’s gaze toward her, because all his attention was now focused on her.

“Hi...” Nikki heard the voice distantly, almost as if her brain hadn’t yet processed that he had already walked quickly over to her. “Look, Nikki, I need to talk to you.”

“Are you here to see Yn? Because I don’t think visits are allowed at this hour...” She changed the subject, inserting the one-dollar bill into the machine before choosing what she wanted.

“No, I...” Bear tried to speak, glancing between the vending machine and Nikki, noticing how she didn’t seem able to look in his direction.

“Look, I’m kind of tired...”

“I know about the wish!" He whispered with conviction, and Nikki’s world seemed to stop for a second.

The only thing in the room was the sound of the vending machine starting up, dropping the chocolate bar Nikki had chosen with a soft thud.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bear.” She bent down, picking up the chocolate bar from the machine, ready to let the man know she was done with this conversation.

“Sarah told me. Nikki, I called the company—they knew the whole story. They even knew who I was!” The woman’s eyes fluttered, a small nervous tic she’d developed over the last few hours. “I’m thinking of making my wish too.”

His voice was somber, as if Nikki could tell his intentions just from his tone.

“I convinced Sarah it wasn’t real.” He went on, and Nikki felt the urge to smash his head against the machine’s glass. “Nikki, I don’t judge you for what you did. I’d do the same to tell the truth...” He looked at her with compassion, but the looks he received were ones of pure hatred.

“I’m going to do the same, actually.” The whisper was almost imperceptible.

But Nikki heard it.

“Stay away from me!” She took a step back, looking past Bear only to see Sarah standing where he had been before he saw her.

They came together; they’re here for the same purpose.

The people they’d fallen in love with.

She turned calmly, not wanting the despair that was beginning to settle in her chest to be noticeable. However, as soon as she disappeared from their view, Nikki’s feet began to run, moving at an unnecessary speed through the hospital corridors. She tried not to make a sound, but the rubber soles of her shoes sometimes betrayed her.

She arrived in the room like a blur, making your body sit up slightly startled from the bed, watching her walk across the room as she rummaged through her purse.

“Babe, are you okay?” The question had barely left your lips before she walked toward you in long strides.

“I’m fine, my love. But I need you to do something for me, okay?!” Her voice was soft, almost as if she didn’t want to make you feel the panic she was feeling.

“Anything for you, babe.”

She smiled.

“We have to leave. Right now!” She didn’t even wait for your reply; one of her hands quickly grabbed your arm while the other yanked out the IV needle you were hooked up to.

You stood up without saying a word. You were still wearing the hospital gown, and your girlfriend tossed you the pants you’d been wearing before the incident just in time. She helped you take off the rest of your hospital clothes so you could put on the shirt you’d worn under your work uniform that day.

“Nikki, be honest. Is something wrong?” She almost melted at your question; your voice was the very embodiment of concern, and she noticed how your hands seemed to be trembling before she grabbed them and pulled them to her lips, planting light kisses on them.

“They’re trying to tear us apart, my love. And I won’t let that happen,” she said, watching you immediately frown in anger. “We have to get out of here as quietly and as quickly as possible, got it?! Can you do that for me?”

“No one will ever separate us!” Your voice took on a somber tone, and a shiver ran down Nikki’s spine.

Not out of fear, but because she felt the sense of security that grim, somber voice conveyed to her.

The certainty that you would never let anything come between you two.

Going down the stairs was easy; getting past the front desk would be a little trickier. There were doctors everywhere, nurses walking around, and janitors and receptionists chatting casually. You and Nikki were standing in a small, empty triage room. She watched the stream of people passing by and tried to come up with a way to avoid drawing attention—after all, you still had a huge bandage on your head.

“I’ll get this!” you said suddenly, snapping Nikki out of her mental brainstorming session. “Just wait here and trust me, okay!” She nodded, feeling the comforting warmth of your hands on her shoulders.

And then you quickly headed toward the snack machine. In the small room, there were a few people sleeping in the chairs, too tired from waiting for a diagnosis or evaluation. One boy in particular caught your attention; he was sleeping like the dead in his chair. He must have been about sixteen, and he didn’t seem to be with anyone.

The cap on his head was what caught your attention. Looking around, you quickly poured yourself some coffee—the paper cup burned your fingertips slightly, and it had surely been made just minutes ago. Your feet carried you close enough to the boy so that your hands could grab his cap and place the cup of coffee perfectly on his lap. The perfect balance so as not to spill—at least not yet.

As you adjusted the stolen cap on your head, you hissed in pain; the strange question of why you were doing all this surfaced in the back of your mind, as if screaming desperately only to be drowned out by something greater. Before returning to Nikki, your hand slammed hard against the glass of the vending machine near the door, causing a crash as you left the place as if nothing had happened.

The noise woke up a few people who were sleeping, but only one of their screams was heard echoing through the hospital walls. Nurses rushed past you, as did the receptionist. The smile on your face grew wider as you veered toward the exit, knocking on the door where your girlfriend was hiding to see her come out quickly, grabbing your hand as the two of you walked out.

“What did you do?” Nikki’s question was answered when the reception speakers came on.

“Attention, emergency in the break room! Teenager with severe burns!”

“I told you, no one’s going to tear us apart!” Nikki’s grip was tight, and the feeling of confidence and security in her heart had returned before she even realized it.

The parking lot was empty. Nikki had another problem: walking home would take too long, but she barely had enough money for an Uber. The moment she saw the car approaching, she didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

Bear.

Alone.

Why he’d come back to the hospital alone was a mystery to Nikki, but she definitely wasn’t complaining—at least not once her brain started working. When the car door closed, Nikki’s thoughts cleared, and that’s when she realized you’d stepped in front of her.

“You’re pathetic! ” That was the first thing he said, directed at you. “I knew you knew I had a crush on Nikki, and here you are anyway.” His gaze was one of pure hatred, and you squeezed your girlfriend’s hand as if she were about to be snatched away from you.

“But this is going to end!” The little red box wasn’t familiar to you, but it was to the woman who was using her body as a shield for you. “And I wanted you to see it all happen right before your eyes.”

Before his hands could even break the stick, you’d already acted; the punch landed squarely on his chin, and you followed Bear to the ground as he stumbled and fell. All you could see was red, raising your fists and bringing them down with all the force needed to disfigure someone’s face. The parking lot was dark enough; there was no one around.

Just you, Nikki, and what she believed would be left of Baron.

Nikki didn’t try to stop you; she just watched. Standing there as if it were nothing, as if you weren’t beating the life out of someone, as if you weren’t sending your high school friend’s soul up to heaven—in Bear’s case, Nikki was more convinced he’d be heading straight to hell. Nikki just thought that you’d certainly do anything for her, and that feeling of safety and protection warmed her heart once again.

By the time you were already gasping for breath—and Bear was completely out of breath—and your hands were covered in blood, you stood up from on top of the man, trying not to look at what was left of his face. You reached out, taking the car keys from his pocket, and walked toward the trunk.

“I’m going to put him in here...” You began in a monotone voice, before Nikki interrupted with a low laugh.

She walked slowly toward Bear, bending down just enough to pick up the red box he’d been holding earlier. She walked over to you right after that, holding up the small box and making your eyebrow arch.

“Here, I can’t, but you can...” You hesitated; she smiled. Standing on her tiptoes, Nikki reached your lips; your blood-stained hands smeared her clothes as you grabbed her waist.

Her lips were like water quenching your thirst, and you wanted more and more with every passing moment of your day. Your hands slid down to grab her ass, your self-control beginning to slip as you thought about the adrenaline rush of having her right there. Unfortunately, Nikki pulled away before you could start anything, laughing as her fingers traced your jawline.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby. Just break it, and make your wish!”

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