Unfinished Piece That Will Probably Never Get Finished 💔

”my body my choice.”

We all chant in unison, slitting our thighs and wrists

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Sigh

Pullin' your face close, wanting the inmost

Show me I'm not afraid of you now

I'm not afraid of you now

Nicole getting up close to Emily. Their lips almost touching yet neither of them actually move to close the gap. Emily was the only one who was more fucked up than Nicole. Sometimes, Nicole was actually intimidated by Emily. However she was just a kid too. She was fucked up, demonstrated by the various scars decorating her stained skin. Nicole wondered -ironically because the same thing was happening to her- how anyone could actually hurt a kid. I mean, dont get her wrong, Nicole disliked them as much as the next person, but she wouldn’t go out of her way to hurt them. They didn’t actually do anything. One night, emily opened up to Nicole, randomly and out of the blue, but Nicole couldnt stop her before the tears started welling. Telling her about how as much as she loved the fact everyone was somewhat scared of her - the control she had was euphoric - it hurt her so much. People were scared to come close to her; the disgust when they saw her arms was enough to sting a bit, but fear was something worse, so deeply worse. She didn’t want people to be scared of her. These were people she knew. Fair enough of it was someone like Jeffery or Kylar, because Emily would prefer them to back off, but when it’s someone like Ari, or her own mom, that’s when it starts to burn. Nicole wasn’t afraid. She was intimidated yes, but not afraid. She, as not straight as it was, wanted Emily to fucking know she wasn’t afraid because fuckkkkkkk, she had something for mentally unstable girls.

Villain and violent, infant and innocent

Both of them had been hand crafted and molded like clay into what they are now. Unsocial, scary, empty, suicidal, violent and miserable. Unapproachable. If you thought deep enough, not that anyone did, you’d realise that they were really only kids. Not that it excused anything, but they were damaged kids. When they’re shown pictures of them when they were kids “where’s my happy girl gone?” with their carefree smiles, dirt smeared in their cheeks having the time of their lives doing what little kids do. What did they do to deserve what was handed to them?

Baby, both arms cradle you now

In the hospital, after their first breath, and their small lungs working overtime to let the doctors know they were there, curled up tightly against their mom’s chest. Resting in their arms, being held like they were made of glass. They were fragile objects to be protected by their creators. A shell to protect them from the hurtful things that dragged along the surface of the Earth…except that never happened. They were held like if they were to become flawed, court dates would start pouring through the letter box. They weren’t seen as something to be protected out of the kindness of their parents hearts. They were seen as something to be protected so they wouldn’t be seen as bad people. Embraces were never loving. They were empty and meaningless and hurt more than any slap.

Both arms cradle you now

Now, they held eachover. The heave of the blondes chest against the brunettes back, the raised flesh from the endless nights of tears brushing against eachover. It was jagged, and painful and they didn’t fit together as well as they needed to, but they were making it work, even if they needed some tape to secure it

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nobody asked for it but everybody got it - have some emiari

HELP I JUST REALISED THATTT 😭😭

I think about this scene a lot

do u have any like, domestic? Jeckole hcs?

(Every domestic headcanon I have of them is when they're in their 20s-30s and living in LA, California)

When Jecka studies for med school, Nicole has gotten annoyed sometimes (because it's "all she does") but ultimately ends up doing things like giving her food while deep in the study grind and has also placed a blanket over her after falling asleep at her desk.

I also agree with a headcanon I saw awhile ago that Nicole would be willing to be "housewife" (but would never in a million call herself that lmao) for Jecka only. She'd be keeping the living space clean and all while Jecka would be out at work.

After Jecka's long shifts at work, she and Nicole go out to eat dinner as late as 1am.

Jecka would be the one decorating the apartment during the holidays.

Nicole would take care of the laundry while Jecka takes care of the taxes.

Sometimes they'd watch TV together on the couch and end up falling asleep while it's playing in the background. I mentioned this in another post but during the summer, Jecka and her long mane take up so much of the bed space that Nicole ends up finding herself on the floor the next morning. But during the winter time, Nicole steals all the blankets, leaving Jecka freezing her ass off.

They'd sometimes smoke together outside their apartment in silence, either after an argument or after a stressful day.

This one isn't exactly Jeckole, but whenever Emily comes to visit them, they almost always expect her to pick the lock to let herself in. Jecka has offered to give Emily a spare key, but she's rejected it several times.

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Sorry if it's boring, Anon, I probably have more locked away in my brain somewhere. But these were the ones that were at the top of my head. Anyway, I had fun writing these up. Anything for soft/well-adjusted Jeckole.

This is so pretty <3

Jecka has thought many times about ending it all on her parents birthdays/anniversary/mother or Father’s Day so they’d feel some sort of guilt or regret about neglecting and abusing her. She fell asleep every time before she said she’d do it.

oh i love her