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Nicole gets jealous, and also pathetic.
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Early hours of the morning are for smoking, taking whatever pill is on the side table and masturbating. They’re in fact not for your girlfriend puking into the wastebasket next to the bed, which is what Nicole was woken up to. Unsurprisingly, she was still half asleep, hair tousled and lashes sticking together, but that didn’t stop her from complaining about the smell.
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Nicole has to take care of her incredibly sick and stubborn girlfriend.
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We're NOT better after therapy, don't listen to that propaganda by My_l0hv3_l1f3
Fandoms: Class of '09 (Visual Novel)
04 Jul 2025
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Nicole listens to music. She likes it, but never wanted to fucking play it, no. that shit’s for loser white boys who need to compensate, like Kylar.
Who she was now in a band with.
Figures.
Jealousy is also for loser white boys, so maybe Nicole really was meant to be in a band.
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Nicole frequently bed rots
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"Fuck!"
Emily clasped a clumsy hand around her wrist, crimson seeping through the unseen gaps between her fingers.
She didn't mean to go that deep; it was a rookie mistake. Eyes drifted from one red line to another, blending and blurring together. Was it tears or drugs making her vision blurry?
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Edit 19/05/25 - Upgraded some bits + more description + altered slightly so theres more Emicole <3 (Sorry emiari fans 3) and previously titled "Don't let them see you like this, wash your face and hide your wrists"
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The Graveyard Shift by WeJeb
Fandoms: Class of '09 (Visual Novel), Five Nights at Freddy's
01 Aug 2025
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Nicole gets a job as the night watchman at an old abandoned pizzaria to avoid getting kicked out by her bitch of a mom. Whatever, she gets the whole place to herself for a week, so it might be fun? She might even invite Jecka around for her first night on the job. If she's going to spend six hours in an abandoned pizzaria past midnight, she isn't gonna do it alone, and she sure as hell isn't gonna do it sober!
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01 Aug 2025
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Karen decides to go to a party once, then decides to never do it again.
Posted as Part of Day 5 of Jeckole Week 2024, Emily
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01 Aug 2025
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The last thing Emily could remember from her senior graduation was the world around her spinning, and spinning, and spinning, before her knees buckled and she crashed onstage.
After spending the summer locked up in treatment for her eating disorder, Emily is released early under the watchful eye of her mother to refrain from falling behind her classmates at community college - a community college that she is currently being forced to attend. When she's not fixated on her anorexia and how to keep herself from gaining weight, she finds herself obsessing over her strange, borderline abusive "friendship" with Nicole as well as the unfamiliar sympathy given to her by the very classmates who once hated her guts.
Spiraling back into drug dealing, she begins to research what drugs can keep her from gaining weight, suddenly finding herself in an uphill battle against more than she had bargained for, with Nicole right behind her enabling her every behavior.
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Emily struggles to fight against her three addictions: anorexia, heroin, and Nicole.
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01 Aug 2025
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in which jecka makes nicole eat breakfast, because it’s good for the bitch, god damn it
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jeckole week day 6, morning rituals/night rituals—based on the former <3
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She could control this.
The shape of the clay, the form that was in her mind’s eye, with reference of course. Skinny waist, thin hips and thighs, square, set shoulders. There was a plausible deniability, if she was ever grilled. That it wasn’t really gay, that it had nothing to do with the woman she kept stealing surreptitious, inquisitive peeks of. She wouldn’t ever do the legs, the forearms and hands, the head. No. There were liberties to be taken, control was – she had to exert control. Over what people thought of the piece, over how much she could get away with, without giving any of it out. It didn’t feel like freedom, the more she was throwing the clay into a shape to sculpt. It felt like she was rattling around the bars of a cage that was getting smaller, more suffocating. But it was her cage, she made every single bar, she hammered in every insignificant piece of iron.
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24 Feb 2025