WOULD YOU SAY I'M WORTHY? || TWO
PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x OFC ; slight Nick Folio x OFC
DIVIDER ART WORK BY @saradika-graphics
SUMMARY: When Eden meets Noah, her life is anything but perfect. Her heart is far more broken than Noah can even guess at this point. Will he be able to mend the wounds he hadn’t caused?
WARNINGS: angst, fluff, eventually smut, mentions of grief/loss, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of mental health issues, mentions of illnesses
A/N: OMG. I didn't expect the first part to go that well. Thank you for every comment, like or reblog (especially the rebloggers, ily with all my heart)! im sorry it took me so long to upload part two, i had a lot to do irl. but here it is! i hope you like it!
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MASTERPOST || MASTERLIST
Eden had been staring at her phone for forty minutes straight.
After waking up, her thoughts had been running constantly. She didn’t have a costume, she wasn’t in the mood to go out, she had just turned 26. All she had done since waking up an hour ago was shower and brushing her teeth. She stood in her kitchen, still wrapped in her towel and her wet, unbrushed hair just dangled over her shoulders.
She knew she was overreacting, but everything reminded her of the things she desperately wanted to suppress.
She had been staring at Nick’s messages from the previous night with a weird feeling in her stomach. She didn’t even know what brought her to the point of agreeing to go to a party. A birthday party of a man she didn’t know, while she also tried to suppress the thoughts about her own age.
She was snapped out of her thoughts, when her phone began to ring. Her sister.
Should she answer?
She continued to stare at her phone.
The call went away.
Thank god.
She blinked for a couple of seconds, while she felt her heart beating so fast that she actually thought for a second, she was going to have a heart attack.
Then her phone rang again. Her sister again. She bit her lip for a second, before she sighed. She knew, she couldn’t ignore all the calls for the whole day, so she grabbed her phone and answered with a simple “Hello.”
“Took you some time.” Her sister answered and Eden could picture the sweet smile plastered on her sister’s face. Her little sister Raven was four years younger than her. At first, her parents hadn’t really planned on having another child, but when her mom fell pregnant with Raven, they were all over the moon. Eden couldn’t remember most of the time before Raven was born, but she remembered vividly how excited they all were when she finally was here.
She always had been the complete opposite of her older sister. While Eden was rather quiet and liked to be alone, Raven enjoyed the company of each and every individual around her. Raven liked to speak; Eden hated it. Raven was great at school; Eden wasn’t.
Even though they were basically polar opposites of each other, Eden loved her dearly and they always got along. But things had changed after Eden moved away from their hometown. She found herself not liking the company of anyone anymore. She knew it hurt Raven, but at the same time she felt like Raven was the only one that understood her and her decisions.
“Sorry, I was showering.” Eden quietly answered her little sister.
For a couple of seconds, it was rather quiet. It seemed like Raven tried to find the right words.
“I know, you hate it, but I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday.” Raven began. “Mom told me to wish you all the best from them too, but they didn't want to bother you any longer than necessary.”
Eden swallowed. She knew she had been a pain in the ass the last couple of months, but she didn’t realize she had driven her parents to the point of not even wanting to call her.
She tried to swallow her doubts, before mumbling a response. “Thank you. I’m sorry for being so quiet.”
“Oh… Don’t worry, Eden. We love you.” Raven answered her quickly and tried to sound as happy as possible, but Eden heard the worry in her voice.
“I’m going to a party today.” Eden than exclaimed, to calm her sister’s nerves and seemingly it worked.
“Are you for real?” Raven exclaimed excitedly. “Yes, I am.” – “Where? Who? I-…?”
Eden laughed quietly. She really missed her sister. She really did.
“A friend of mine invited me to the birthday party of his friend.” Eden answered her sister with a small smile on her face.
“A friend or a friend?” Raven then wanted to know. Eden knew for a fact that Raven was wiggling her eyebrows while asking that question.
“A friend.” Eden rolled her eyes. She knew this was coming.
“Sorry, I was just asking.” – “You know, it wouldn’t be this way before you even asked, Raven.”
“Yes, I know. I just wanted to make a joke… I’m sorry.” Raven apologized.
After that, it was quiet again.
“Please don’t be mad at me, Eden.” – “I’m not, Raven. Don’t worry.” – “It was really insensitive of me… Considering, you're not-…” – “It’s really okay, Raven.”
It was quiet again. Eden wanted to cry because of the awkwardness.
“I… You know… Imma... I need to go.” Raven then said and Eden’s heart hurt. This was exactly how she didn’t want this to go.
“Okay. See ya.” Eden then answered and soon the call ended.
Eden felt bad. Everything felt bad. She just wanted to curl into a ball on her couch and never move again.
She looked at the clock and realized, she needed to head out sooner than later, to find a costume, if she wanted to be on time for the party. So, she sighed and got ready. Before she went out, she ate a bowl of cereal and then grabbed her keys.
While she was walking to her car, she covered her head with her hand. It had started to rain like crazy.
Right as she reached her car, her phone buzzed. It was Nick.
Nick: Just wanted to see if you would come tonight…
Nick: I mean, since you didn’t answer yesterday…
Eden starred at her phone for a second, before she answered.
Eden: was about to head out to get a costume
She thought for a second, before she texted again.
Eden: maybe you wanna join me?
Nick instantly answered.
Nick: send me the location and ill be there
Eden sat in her car, nervously biting her fingernails as she waited for Nick to arrive. The Halloween store's neon sign flickered above her, casting a somewhat spooky glow on the damp pavement. She glanced at her phone and saw a text from Nick, confirming his arrival.
Nick: two minutes…
She took a deep breath and stepped out of her car, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. The rain had stopped, leaving a crisp chill in the air.
As she entered the store, the scent of latex and plastic immediately crept up into her nose. Rows of costumes, masks, and accessories sat in front of her, ready to be explored. Eden wandered through the aisles, unsure of where to start. Her eyes scanned the racks of costumes, ranging from spooky to silly. She felt totally overwhelmed.
It had been a while since she last dressed up for Halloween. To be exact, it had been about ten years. She also didn’t quite remember what happened on said Halloween, since she had been more than drunk. The only thing she vividly remembered was how she puked her brains out that night.
Before she could think about it any longer, she heard someone enter the store and was soon met with Nick’s broad smile that was almost contagious to her.
"Eden! Happy Birthday!" he exclaimed and hugged the girl for short second while she started to blush like crazy, his enthusiasm echoing through the store. “Ready to find the perfect costume?”
She nodded, trying to match his energy. "Not really, but let’s do it anyways."
For the next hour, they searched through various options. Eden couldn't decide whether to go for classic monsters or popular characters from movies and TV shows. Nick showed Eden some funny and silly options, making her laugh at his playful behavior.
"How about a giant banana?" Nick suggested, holding up a bright yellow costume.
Eden shook her head, grinning. "I don't think so. I prefer my fruits less... inflatable."
Nick laughed with his full heart, before going on with his search.
Right as Eden set her eyes on a black lacy corset dress, she felt Nick’s presence close to her and jumped when she saw him with a ghost face mask on his face.
“What’s your favorite horror movie, Eden?” Nick asked with a deep tone in his voice, while Eden held her chest. Her heart was beating fast.
“Don’t scare me, Nick!” She shouted and shoved him away from her with a small smile on her face. Nick pulled the mask off while still giggling his ass off.
"How about Ghostface from Scream?" Nick suggested, holding up the iconic white ghostly mask.
Eden's eyes lit up with intrigue. "Actually, that's a great idea, Nick. It's simple, yet mysterious. Let's go for it."
“As mysterious as you.” Nick answered while handing the mask to her. Eden smiled a little to herself, not knowing how to answer him, so she just decided to ignore it.
Eden’s eyes traveled back to the black lacy corset dress in front of her and she decided to spice her costume up a bit. If she was going to have fun for once, she was going to do it right.
“Will you try it on?” Nick asked with a spark of curiosity in his eyes. Eden felt how her cheeks heated up at his expression.
“What if I wanted to surprise you?” She answered him boldly and her mind instantly started to race at her sudden change in demeanor. She didn’t even know why she acted that way.
Nick smiled at her cheekily, before they started to add the last touches to her costume. A pair of fishnet tights, some black gloves and a fake knife. Eden decided she was going to wear her old thigh high boots with it.
As they approached the checkout counter, Eden felt a mix of excitement and amusement. She surprisingly was pretty happy about her choice, and even more, she enjoyed the process with Nick.
Exiting the store, they headed back to their cars with bags in hand. Eden couldn't help but smile at Nick's infectious energy.
"Thanks for helping me pick something out," she said shyly but genuinely grateful.
Nick grinned. "Anytime, Eden. Now, let's make sure you turn heads and give everyone a good scare tonight!"
As they parted ways with a hug to get ready for the evening, Eden felt somewhat excited for the upcoming party, grateful for Nick's help in what she thought would be a complete disaster.
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Alright. A few updates.
I’m feeling much better. My sickness is almost gone; my stuffy nose is now open for business, and I had my first coffee since Monday. I managed to taste something finally. Needless to say, my eyes don’t hurt when I look at my laptop screen anymore, and I have begun writing again, which brings me to the next point. *changes topics smoother than a DJ transitioning from song to song at a club in Ibiza*
Expect a new story this upcoming week. Yes, it will be your typical platonic/fluffy scenario, but with a twist. What’s the twist? You’ll be getting scolded by the lieutenant in this one.
The library has reached this ☝️ many people, which is probably more than the entirety of Kinder Buenos i downed in my lifetime (and I’m talking per package, not per stick.)
Thank you. Thank you for wishing me well when I was sick, thank you for liking the stories, and thank you for following this blog. I don’t feel like I thank you enough, and I fucking cringe every time I see the word “followers” on my profile. You’re not “followers”. I take the time to appreciate each one of you when I see you in my notifications. Even when I don’t recognise you, I make sure I click on your profile and see your description, learn your name, and get familiar with you, even if that’s your first time or your last time visiting the library. I know how some of you will react when I post a story: the silent readers, the rebloggers, the caps lock commenters (I kind of fear those, but I’m getting more accustomed to it), and I cherish every one of you. Sometimes, I get a little confused when you change profile pictures. Other times, you change names, and I must recheck your profile to figure out who you are. It might sound time-consuming and “a lot” for someone with a full-time job and a life out of here, but I try my best. It’s the least I can do for you, who take the time to read and appreciate the stories. (That and keep making them; yeah, i get it, just go with the flow, I’m confessing my love for you here, jeez.)
I didn’t plan anything to celebrate the milestone (i know, again, sorry), but feel free to keep sending your requests for stories, points you’d like to discuss under the “the librarian answers” tag, your headcanons or anything else you want, really. I don’t know when exactly I’ll answer cause I have to catch up with work but I will, eventually.
Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
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We lost the plot when it comes to stories of shitty people becoming less shitty.
Like I remember a post going around that described a certain cliche in stories about an abusive parent meeting a main character for the first time in ages and a scene of the former getting chewed out viciously by the latter. Said former would be show with a remorseful look, maybe a manly tear or two if they're fathers.
The post would describe OP's feelings as simply:
me: Die.
Because OP and many of the post's rebloggers would agree that this sort of narrative will often perpetuate the idea that you somehow can't be angry at one's abusive caregiver or at least stay angry. That making up is always possible when too many real life parents will dig in their heels and maintain their overly authoritative position.
Thus stories, however well they execute it, that frame the victim as needing to move on with their abuser no longer being the monster they remember them as comes off as the story going, “Ah, get over it. They said they are sorry,” no matter the nuance in the text.
Because, yeah, a victim of abuse is not obligated out of hand to forgive or make amends with the perpetrator of their torment even if their animosity has simmered between them or not. A fact that real life people seem obstinate to grasp.
This, especially with Social Media lending a voice to these once voiceless victims, has led to the Redemption Arc Discourse(TM) that we see today. Characters that hurt others be they villains or heroes with emotional damage are made into cyphers for potential real life counterparts. And because the story may dare to imagine a story of a parent reckoning with what they caused or a child learning why their parent was the way they were as a form of closure, that’s taken as an insensitive insult.
This then extends to other villains who may be more larger than life be it as a force of destruction or a tyrannical force that systematically oppresses others. Either way, humanizing them and not letting them be a cypher for the audience’s disdain isn’t received well.
Steven Universe’s Change Your Mind might’ve rushed things but even with a season longer, the Diamonds being humanized and redeemed in some capacity would have still garnered all of the hour plus video essays on YouTube slamming the show.
And the reason is seems like redemption arcs are more prevalent than they really are as the above shows it not being is likely because more shows these days for kids are willing to be more in-depth with the topics they tackle. One of them being of villains and why they are the way they are. Some might not want to be saved from themselves while others manage to turn themselves around. Usually when they’re lower on the chain of command since those on the top will be less willing to revoke their own power.
With movies, there’s not always time to explore a villain’s switch to the light side but TV shows generally will have a decent amount of episodes to show the shift.
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