(These are sort of like imagines, but happen sometime in the regular story)
Y/n's POV
"Nicky, where's my scrunchie?" I storm into his room, holding his yellow sweatshirt. The sweatshirt is a peace offering...sort of. But if he doesn't have my scrunchie I'm keeping that sweatshirt.
"It's here!" Nicky laughs, raising it up.
"Give it back," I giggle, throwing his sweatshirt at him and flopping on his bed. Nicky laughs and kisses me on the lips, placing the scrunchie on my head. I twist to catch it and fling myself on him. Laughing, I lay across his chest and wrap my legs around his waist.
"Someone's happy today," Nicky sits up and I lean my head against his shoulders.
"Yeah, just trying to soak up the last moments before your parents come in here to kick us out."
"Sorry, I know you wanted them to come home later..Their business trip really didn't last that long," Nicky frowns, forming his lips into a pout. His black hair stick up in the back, creating a cloud of fluff on his head.
"It's okay, I'm just glad that we found a way to get Five and Klaus back to wherever they came from before they got home," I sigh.
"Me too." Nicky smiles. "Wouldn't that have been terrible if they found them here?"
"I cannot imagine," I say, picturing Tom and Anne's stricken faces at the sight of a 60 year old man that looked exactly like their son.
"What happens when they get back?" Nicky wonders aloud.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Like, can the just go back to their somewhat normal lives, or are they going to be forever impacted by our presence?" Nicky asks wisely. I giggle and throw a pillow at him.
"You are one strange being." I say.
"I can't help but wonder if there are other dimensions that I'm in.." Nicky trails off. "Wouldn't it be great if I was a famous singer?"
"Yeah, but you'd spend all your time writing about me so, you'd have no variety," I laugh, teasing him.
"True."
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"Y/nnnn" Nicky whines, barging into my room.
"Nicky, I'm changing!" I cover my chest with my arms, and turn away from him.
"Oh," he says still standing there.
"That means get out!" I say, laughing.
"Right," Nicky covers his eyes, whacking his head on the door as he leaves. "Ouch!"
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(I feel like there hasn't been enough Nicky and y/n so I'm going to be writing more like this, also continuing the story of Eve and Dicky as well. They're all going to match up eventually, so just stay tuned!!
