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nikki freeman who just wants to be a writer...nikki freeman who writes poems about you ☹️ just imagining her reading one to you and it's so beautiful
aspiring writer!nikki, you are loved oh so dearly ☹️☹️
nikki freeman who's only dream is to get out of california and become a new york times best-selling author!! she rambles to you about her dream every day she gets off work—late nights, early mornings, mid-day shifts, whatever it may be, she's always coming home later a long, tiring day and resting her head on your lap to tell you about how she wants to quit and become a writer.
whenever she does write, however, her muse is—nine times out of ten—always you. you're the one thing that's been consistent in her life, and she shows her gratitude and love for you through her passion and skill in writing.
sometimes you catch her murmuring to herself an idea. and, no, it doesn't matter where you are. she's just always bursting with new ideas, creativity flowing in the way you've never missed a chance to admire since the day you met her behind the counter of cassell's music store. for further elaboration, you definitely met her at the register on your way to pay for something... and found her immersed in the middle of writing a page for her book. her deep-rooted love for the activity is present in even the simplest things, and she's not afraid to show it.
oh, but she becomes so shy once you two start dating and your interest in her work becomes so much clearer!
you're always peering over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the words on her laptop screen while she's focused on the couch. funny thing is, she hardly ever notices when you do because she's just in her element. fully in the zone.
that's not to say she doesn't catch you at all, because trust me, she absolutely does. and when she sees you trying to be sneaky, eyes slowly drifting onto her laptop, her face flushes and she quickly changes her tab—not because she's embarrassed, no, far from that. she's just nervous to see what your reaction would be, whether you'd like it or hate it. the latter is very much unlikely, which is why you pretend to be offended once she gets comfortable enough to finally show off her work.
"okay, shakespeare," you'd teased the first time you read a page of her book, brows furrowed and lips pouted in faux-offense. "what, you thought my reading ability was too low to let me read this?"
and she'd take your teasing so seriously at first. "no, baby! you're so smart, i just—" she'd continue to rant on about how smart and capable you are, and before she even realized the smug smirk on your face, you'd cut in the middle of her sentence with a simple:
"nikki. i'm pulling your leg."
"...oh!"
after that point, her shy nature around you would slowly fade into something of the past. and soon enough, she'd start writing short poems about you and her endless love and admiration that she has for you.
she'd be a little sneaky with it, asking you directly if you liked a specific line and questioning whether or not it was too corny to "add in her book." those lines never made it into her book. matter of fact, there wasn't a thought in her head that told her to add it in!
her mind was only on finishing the poem, writing more, and "accidentally" leaving them out for you to find. one day, however, she gathers just the right amount of courage to finally finish one, walk up to you, and ask if she could read it to you face to face. of course, you're over the moon when she brings up the idea, eyes lighting up and pupils dilating like she's never seen in the however many months you've been dating each other.
the first time she reads a poem for you to you, it's so beautiful it brings tears to your eyes.
her tone of voice and the sincerity in which she reads the lines has you trying not to make a peep or so much as breathe at all, afraid that one singular movement or interruption in the space would ruin the moment entirely.
when she's finished reading, you're a mess. she almost thinks you don't like it upon seeing your teary eyes and flushed cheeks, lips pouty and puffy from biting them to suppress any cries that might've slipped free. nikki immediately comes over, arms tight around your body and asking what's wrong.
you tell her how beautiful her writing is, through tears of course, because you're unable to do anything but admire her in the moment.
aspiring writer!nikki who might just continue to dream if this is how you react to her work every time :(
I don’t know, probably somewhere between the bills finally being paid and there being hot running water, all the nasty remarks about his appearance from his peers, and the traumatic episodes which likely made him feel violated and unclean.