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Emicole week prompt snow day.

They're best friends your honour!

send asks pls im bored

emijeckole hcs or smth even tho no one asked

Nicknames : E - J : Jecks/babe/pretty girl E - N : Nic/ babe N - E : Babe/em/ems/ho N - J : Jecks/ho/babe/bitch J - E : Em/Ems/Babe(s)/bitch J - N : Nic/Babe/bitch/beautiful

(Future + Present) Nicole is really the only one who can cook real meals. They can all do microwave/oven meals, but thats as good as they get really. Emily can make pasta, and Jecka can make oven pizza but neither of them can make meals like nicole 💔

(Future) They all have self harm in some way and they all know they cant really stop eachover so they stock up on medical supplies like gauze and bandages so if they do need it its there

(Future) Nicole and Emily lwk forget to eat or if they do its takeaway or junk food (cus theyre too lazy to wash fruit or anything healthy) so jecka washes fruit and puts it in containers in the fridge so they actually get nutrients 💔

(Future + Present) Nicole and Jecka try hard to not accidentally piss Emily off because hg gets violent quick 😭

(Future) They all have VERY intense emotions. Nicole gets jealous strongly, so if she feels like Jecka and Emily are hanging out with eachover/other people more than her than usual, she'll immediately mute their notifications, not speak to them unless its dire, isolate herself away from them etc etc. She also gets great bouts of depression where she will just lay in bed all day, no eating no drinking no showering. She'll cut more than usual, cry at least twice, refuse to be near Emily or Jecka and its just a whole mess until the other two realise. Jecka gets angry incredibly quickly, mainly thanks to her dad. She likes the apartment tidy, basic cleanliness and presentable, since a lot of the time her own home was covered in alcohol bottles, used needles, and general nastiness unless 'work friends' were coming over. When Nicole or Emily leave their empty beer cans or half full takeaway on the coffee table it genuinely enrages her. During arguments, she can and will get loud and almost physical - but she does catch herself before she swings at one of the others. She'll shout a lot, she'll scream, most the nights the neighbours think that they're having a domestic. She'll also give the two silent treatment a lot over something as simple as living dishes in the sink, even though they could of rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher. She takes a lot of xanax to calm herself most days. Emily has BPD so she basically just lives her life like everyone who has BPD. (i dont wanna mischaracterise BPD or anything so fi anyone cud help me write this it wud b aprreciated

(Future) They have a minecraft world. Nicole built the house, Emily mined all of the resources and Jecka got a them a pet cat (Jecka doesnt know how to play for shit)

(Present) They skip to fuck in Emily's car, because Jecka doesn't want stains on her seats

(Present) How it started was Nicole and Jecka were like pining for each over and then Kelly 'accidentally' locked Jecka and Nicole into the kitchen pantry and left them there for like, 4 hours while she checked on Kylar in her yard to make sure no one was dead or there was a fire, and then Nicole and Jecka were both drunk and were like 'i rlly luv u and im drunk and i might b sick but ye' and then they made out and then dated 👍 And then the Emicole OD happened and Emily was like 'omg i rlly luv u nicole' and Nicole was like i have a gf and some other stuff and they had a threesoe and jecka didnt like it at first until Emily was started giving her discounts on adderal and xanax cus they were dating and gave her some spectacular head and then she was gud with it.

(Future) Jecka is a doctor, and lwk a really good one, Nicole is a tattoo artist, and Emily is unemployyed.

They all get really jealous, really quickly. And they all give eachover silent treatment when they're jealous

this felt really gay to write im sorry

Wip 😓

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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