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hi hello if i were to attempt to start some 1x1′s on discord (which i only vaguely know how to use) would anyone be interested? i have so many characters (none of whom are currently up) but i would love to connect with some people to write!!
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Linnea was in shock, there was no other way to put it. Her line of vision was fixed, her eyes locked with the eyes of the man who just moments before had been on top of her, who just moments before had been alive and the source of every fear and sorrow that she could think of. Eyes that were now still and lifeless, glazed over and staring off into the distance, straight at her. She couldn’t help but think of the cruel irony of the universe that she was the last thing Carter saw before he died, when she was so certain for so many years that the roles would be reversed.
She watched as the officer put his fingers to the pulse point on Carter’s neck, waiting with nerves coiled for something to happen. She flinched when he touched him, expecting him to jump back to life and attack him, attack her, something, anything. But nothing happened. Not a blink, not a twitch. Linnea took a small step forward, cautiously testing the waters. First one step, then two, until she was standing as close to the body as she could take. A shallow breath in, a shaky one at that, is all she could manage.
And then she heard the officer mention her son. Greyson. Her angel. Her eyes instantly shot up, fixating on the officer in front of her, not even a trace of a smile on her lips. She might’ve been out of danger, but she didn’t feel like she was safe yet. Nothing felt set in stone, her freedom as uncertain as anything, like it could be ripped from her grasp at any moment. “Yes.” It was a single syllable answer, and it was all she could manage at that moment. “Please.” Her throat felt tight, the threat of tears stinging in her eyes at how close she felt to escaping this personal hell. Her gaze softened, lip quivering just slightly as she showed a sign of weakness she couldn’t keep at bay.
Here, here. Take this.
A jacket draped over her shoulders, the feeling of the light material sticking slightly to the bare skin on her arms. She flinched slightly at the accidental touch of his hand against her forearm, unable to rid herself of the hundreds of time that Carter had touched her with much less innocence. Linnea averted her gaze, keeping it on her feet and the floor surrounding them instead of seeing the pity on the face of the officer. She couldn’t take the pity.
She took inventory of her appearance, the image of her that would end up being broadcast on every news station within a 100 mile radius. Dingy t-shirt, holes scattered across the hem, being worn as a dress instead of anything else. The words ‘MARINE CORPS’ splayed on the front, but faded beyond recognition. A sports bra, and-- as she realized in that moment-- no underwear. A wave of embarrassment washed over her and Linnea pulled the hem of her shirt down in an attempt to make it longer before deciding to pull the large jacket she’d been offered shut tightly, hiding everything.
“Sorry,” she breathed quietly, taking in a ragged breath and smoothing her hair back. Everything was happening so quickly, she wasn’t sure what was going to happen next-- she wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. Taking the sunglasses that she’d been offered, she nodded. “Thank you.” In the last thirty seconds, this man had given her more kindness and compassion than she’d been offered in the past seven years total, it wasn’t something she knew how to react to. Slipping the sunglasses over her eyes, she hesitated in the doorway as he explained the commotion outside. “You’re... You’re the first person I’ve seen that wasn’t him... In seven years...” Her heart was racing at the thought of facing anyone else. “You’ll... You’ll come to the hospital too, right?” He was her savior. Him and Greyson, the ones who made all of this possible. “I need to be with Greyson, but I need you there, too. I... I don’t know how to do this.”
blind trust || charlie + violet
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Violet was truly, completely, and utterly flustered.
It had been two and a half months since she’d started dating Jude Healy, and all in all? Probably 75% of that time had just consisted of texting back and forth and the occasional Facetime call. Because of course, Violet Delgado had somehow ended up dating the drummer of KING JUDAS, and she was just trying to live in the moment. Something easier said than done.
She was always in her head, trying to figure out if they were something worth talking about or if she was just one of the band’s groupies. Sure, she wasn’t seeing anyone else but Jude, but they weren’t official or monogamous or into labels just yet- for all she knew, he had a different girl in every city and she just happened to be at home base. But when Jude called her two days ago and told her that his band would be in town for three or four days this weekend, and that he had a friend (who just so happened to be the lead singer) who was looking for something to do, Vi knew what she was going to do.
“Chaaaaaaaaaarlieeeeeee,” She called as she swung open the front door to their shared apartment, grocery bags hanging off her arms that she then let drop to the tiled floor of the kitchen. “Charlie come the frick out here, I know you’re home because we still have Find My Friends active on our phones and your little dot has not left this apartment in four hours. I have a proposition for you and I need an answer now!” Violet practically bounced over to the closed door of her best friend’s room and started banging on it. “Charlie!!! This is an emergency!!!”
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judashey:
“You are the neediest little shit I’ve ever met,” Kohen explained, feeling no ounce of annoyance bubbling through his body, even though everything she was doing was supposed to be working his nerves. He rolled over before he was propping himself up on his elbows and shaking his head. “Nothing is wrong at all,” he said with a little smile before he was laying back down and staring up at the ceiling. “Why are you like this, by the way? Couldn’t you just stay in your apartment and dance to some shit music until you passed out?” Kohen removed himself from beneath his sheets before positioning himself on his pillow, even though it was now situated in the brunette’s lap. Whenever it came to their friendship, there was barely any boundaries. A lot of the time, people even thought they were dating. Most of the time, Kohen forgot that they actually weren’t dating.
“Did you seriously just ask me why I’m like this?” Rossi scoffed, rolling her eyes in feigned annoyance as a small grin tugged at the corners of her lips. “If you think I’m about to launch into the psychoanalysis of myself to explain why I’m the absolute worst, you’ve got another thing coming.”
She settled in more comfortably on his bed, shimmying to get situated and be just a tad more annoying than she was already. “I figured I could either do something all on my own and be lame, or I could come over here and make you suffer with me. Why the fuck would I ever pass up an opportunity to bother you? C’mon now, I’d have to be an idiot.” She ran her hands absentmindedly through the boy’s hair, taking in a deep breath and sighing. “I figured you’d be doing something more entertaining. I forgot you were boring as hell. That’s my bad,” she teased.
The flickering of city lights as they passed by the window of the car made him feel dizzy, like he was the one remaining stagnant in a world that was moving too fast and leaving him behind.
Wade slouched in the back of the car that he’d ordered, tie slack around his neck and dress shirt wrinkled in a way that made him look just as disheveled as he felt. The five o’clock shadow on his face, the stale smell of whiskey that lingered in the air around him, the glazed look in his eyes- everything added up to make him look ages older than his twenty-six years. He fidgeted with his watch band, twisting it back and forth as he shifted his attention between the ticking hands and the silhouette of the driver’s head outlined against the cityscape.
“You can just drop me off here,” he said, his voice low and gravely as a wave of claustrophobia hit him and he knew he just needed to be back on the street corner, even if he was still over two miles from his high rise penthouse. “Thanks,” he nodded quickly before dipping out of the car and breathing in the crisp night air. Glancing around, he only vaguely knew where he was- but a glimmering red sign that read DINER - OPEN 24/7, was like a beacon to his inebriated psyche. Before he knew it, Wade found himself sitting in a booth reading through the menu, only himself and one other customer sitting in the retro restaurant at 4 in the morning. Glancing up, he caught the other’s eye. “Do you uh, come here often?” He winced at his own words. “That sounded bad. I’m not trying to pick you up. I just wanted to know what the best thing on the menu is because I’m indecisive and would probably just end up buying everything to try it all out if left to my own devices.”
“I know this is going to sound weird...”
Violet sat down next to the stranger at the bar, letting her knee brush against theirs in what could be interpreted as far too intimate, far too quickly. “I came here on a Tinder date, and the guy is making me really uncomfortable. Turns out, he knew who I was before we went out on this date and just wanted to get closer to me-- that’s as creepy as it sounds, he’s verging on stalker material, honestly,” she tried to explain, her words coming out faster than she could think ahead.
“Can you pretend that you know me? That we’re long lost childhood friends or you’re my ex back in town just for the night and want to catch up or you’re my partner or sibling or something? Anything to get him to leave me alone. Please, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate. I’ll repay you somehow, I promise.”
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judashey:
On most days, Kohen would have been awake until the early morning hours. However, tonight was different only for the simplicity that he had smoked a whole lot more than usual since the holidays were coming. Holidays meant that he was to return back to his parent’s house, submerging himself back into the dark and twisty world of being the son of a mafia boss. The mafia was his family’s life, but whenever it came to Kohen? He wanted no part of that. All he wanted to do was smoke, drink, and live without any responsibilities. That wasn’t something welcomed in his family, so he had moved out. The pressures were still very much present, but he was typically higher than a kite whenever he was in the company of family.
“What the fuck,” Kohen muttered from the spike in brightness, a familiar voice breaking through the calm and comforting silence that he had been sleeping to. “Ross, little busy here,” he mumbled out, the sleepiness in his voice jumbling his words as he rolled over, shoving his head beneath his pillow. He loved spending time with his best friend, but right now, he wasn’t partial to dealing with being social. “I’ll entertain you in the morning, yeah?” Kohen offered, having the decency to poke his head out from beneath the safety of his pillow. God, how in the world did she always look so damn good. It didn’t even matter what time of day or what she was wearing - she always looked so perfectly Rossi and he loved it.
“Well technically, Kohen, it is already the morning. So entertain me now, okay? Okay.” Rossi plopped down on the edge of the bed, pulling her feet up underneath her and grabbing the pillow from Kohen’s head to hug it in her lap instead. “I was trying to sleep but my shift ended thirty minutes ago and I chugged a five hour energy at nine. And then smoked like six cigarettes so I’ve got caffeine and nicotine working to keep me awake,” she explained, shrugging to punctuate it.
“You’re never asleep at this time. What’s wrong with you? Pay attention to me and wake up,” Rossi whined, leaning in and ruffling his hair.
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From: Rossi Hey, you up?
On a normal occasion, a text saying that, sent at 1:28 AM would be an undeniable booty call. And not even a good one at that. But for Rossi, it was normal. Chalk it up to insomnia, working nights at the bar and downing energy drinks like it was her job, but she was always up late, and always bored.
Cue her best friend. Who thankfully enough, lived directly across the hall from her shitty little one room apartment. It made bugging him a million times easier- hey, if she could go bang on his door while still wearing knee high socks and her pajama shirt, that was all the better. Hell, she didn’t even need to put a bra on.
Six minutes passed, and still no answer. Rossi wasn’t the most patient individual. She began fishing through her junk drawer, sifting through thumbtacks and cigarette cartons to find the shiny silver key stashed away in the back. Haphazardly closing the door to her own apartment behind her, she pads across the hall to check if the door is unlocked-- no dice (not that it matters). Shoving the key into the lock, she twists it and swings the door open, stepping into the dark apartment and making her way to the single bedroom by memory.
“Hey,” she says slightly above speaking volume, flipping on the lights and illuminating the bedroom. “Wake up, I’m bored. Entertain me.” She pulls the blankets off the sleeping boy, warranting a groan. “Please? Look, I even said please.”
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Charlie could hear the pattering of feet following her, and honestly, she didn’t expect anything less from her best friend. And she didn’t want anything else. She was angry, sure, but in actuality, she was embarrassed. There were reasons that Charlie hadn’t dated before and now that those issues were long gone back in the trailer park, she was making an utter fool of herself. She turned around before she was instantly puffing her lower lip in a master pout before crossing her arms. “Fine,” she stated before she was leaning against the door frame and watching her best friend try and make the situation better. “See? Rough, but salvageable. It’s not salvageable. I’m an idiot. I’m a bumbling idiot that was covered in a sticky substance for most of the night.” Charlie ran a hand through her hair before she was shaking her head. “He didn’t even act like he cared.” And to her dismay, Charlie couldn’t even realize that this was a good thing. “He was a good guy. He laughed at my jokes. He liked my puns. He thought my stuttering was fine. And he helped try and clean up the mess, but that’s because he’s a nice guy. But right now, he’s probably laughing at me with Jude. Oh my god, I’m angry at you.” Charlie stated boldly before she was stepping closer to her best friend and instantly wrapping her arms around her waist and bringing her into a tight hug. “I need to become a nun immediately. Can you take me to a convent?”
Violet listens. She’s an expert listener, always willing to lend an ear and hear out the complaints and fears of her best friend, listening to her recount the events from the evening and definitely overreact to the way everything had gone. “Charlie,” she tries to interrupt, but the girl is still talking, rambling on about the date and King until she’s coming to a halt and wrapping her arms around Violet. “Charlie,” Violet sighs, resting her chin on her shoulder and squeezing her tightly for a quick moment before putting her at arms length, a hand firmly on each of her shoulders. “There’s no way he’s laughing at you with Jude. Mostly because I’d kick Jude’s ass if he ever laughed at you, and I think Jude would kick King’s ass if he laughed at you. You’re not going to a convent, you’re going to sit here and eat ice cream with me and you can mope all you want, but you’re a damn catch, Charlotte Knox. And if Kingston can’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve a chance in hell with you. Got it? You’re. A. Catch.”
Another day, another stack of paperwork. For Maddox Roth, life consisted of a handful of cases a week and an entire twenty four hours of solid paperwork to fill out, but he didn’t care. Being a police officer and the go-to first responder for domestic violence cases was a job that was far too rewarding for Maddox to ever complain about. However, the paperwork could become quite trying, he had learned. The paperwork, of course, just outlined his level of success with maintaining safety and success in cases of retrieving women from horrible domestic situations, and that was something that would always hover over his head whenever he got even slightly down on the paperwork.
Today, like most days, he was situated at his desk, laughing at some bullshit jokes that his partner and other co-officers were making. It was a slow day in the office, and that was always something that made Maddox feel good. A slow day meant that the psychopaths of the world were calming down, even for just an hour, and that gave Maddox hope. He had grown up in a not-so-sane environment, so he was the first to know that all it took was a turn of wind to make a situation turn tense, therefore calling in the local services to appease the situation. For the line of work and calls he was called in on though, Maddox hoped with everything inside of him that for once, he was able to stay situated in his seat.
That wasn’t the case.
“Roth, suit up.” Maddox glanced up at his commanding officer before he was furrowing his eyebrows. “Sir, with all due respect, I still have the paperwork from the Marrion case earlier this week to do and you wanted it by tom -” Before Maddox could even protest further, he was being cut off. “No. You can have an extension. Suit the fuck up. You’re going to want to be in on this one, and honestly, we need you.” Nothing else needed to be said before Maddox was sharing a look with Ted, his partner, and pushing himself away from the office desk.
In a matter of minutes, Maddox had situated his bulletproof vest against his chest and was racing to the location he had been giving. “What the fuck do you think is happening?” He questioned out loud, but he knew the information would be coming soon. And then, it did. “Male child telling surrounding civilians that his mother and him are trapped in a shed. Backyard of Chilicothe Street. No officers on the scene yet. Call placed eight minutes ago.” Mother fuck.
Maddox sped onto the scene before he caught a glimpse at the little boy in question and his heart sunk. This wasn’t just a male child - this was a small male child. As he exited his car, Maddox took off his police hat before he was flashing a smile at the little boy. He knew that something of this caliber, it was a sensitive case. Getting on the boy’s level and staying back from him, he offered a friendly gaze. “Hey there, big guy. How are you? You doing okay?” He asked before he was holding out his police hat. “How about you help me out some. I heard that your mommy is trapped somewhere. Do you think you can put this hat on and be my fellow police officer so we can find her?” He said, holding out the hat before he was carefully placing it on the boy’s head.
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In less than five minutes of racing onto the scene, Maddox had left the little boy off of the scene with his partner before he was racing towards the shed that the little boy, whose name he had learned to be Greyson, had pointed to. He wasn’t even waiting for back up before he was kicking the door in, gun loaded and cocked into position. “Get the fuck down. Right now.” He warned, instantly pointing his gun at the only male in the room. “Get over there right now, Linnea. Get against the wall of room,” Maddox demanded to the female, knowing that his keywords and phrasing was going to show just that he had spoken with her son before coming inside to save her. Then, everything suddenly went too fast and too slow all at once. Before Maddox could even understand what was happening, the male was on the floor. Dead. From his gun. He had lunged at the girl, and he was going to be damned to have a stickier situation on his hands. “Are you okay?” He questioned, instantly running to her side, but making obvious point not to touch her.
The seconds pass too slowly, as if the weight of the world was resting too heavily on each passing second and it struggled and strained under the pressure, barely inching along. Linnea was hardly aware of what was happening-- all she cared about was the fact that Greyson was gone. Greyson was out in the world, a world that might’ve been cold and heartless, but good god, she knew it had to be better than existing in here. Nothing mattered except for the fact that she needed to see Greyson again- not the way the draft from the corner of the room left her covered in goosebumps, not the weight of Carter on top of her, not the sounds of cars and birds outside and overhead. None of it mattered.
She’d mastered the art of retreating into her head when things got bad. She could forget she existed, separate her mind from her body in a way that made everything happening a little more bearable, a way of continuing to survive even when every fiber of her being wanted to give up. It was times like this, when hope seemed so close, but so impossible, that she wanted to give up the most. Hope was a dangerous thing in her world; fleeting and painful, plans that never come to fruition or work out. Hope is a thing that breaks hearts and causes floods of tears. And yet she finds herself hoping. For Greyson. For herself. For a life outside of this room.
It’s faint at first, but she’s sure of the sound. It’s a sound she’s studied time and time again-- footsteps. Coming towards the room. She can’t stop herself from turning her head to look in the direction, a mistake. Carter notices, picks up on the sound seconds after she’s moved her gaze, and he’s instantly pushing her face into the mattress, muffling any sound she could possibly make, making it hard for her to breathe. “Shut up,” he hisses at her, breath hot on her ear as he hovers over her, staring at the door as the sound disappears.
Maybe it wasn’t the rescue she’d hoped for. More than once, it had been a gardener, a neighbor coming to ask to borrow a tool, a neighborhood kid who’d accidentally launched their baseball over the fence. Linnea had heard the conversations that happened outside of the shed, the excuses he manufactured to quickly get everyone off of his property. False hope. Heartbreak. She knew it well.
But then it’s all happening too quickly. The door is kicked in, a gun pointed at the bed where Carter’s still keeping Linnea held down, a booming voice. Carter gets on the ground and Linnea doesn’t hesitate to follow orders, her back flush to the wall of the room within seconds of being told to do so. Room. He’d said room. He’d talked to Greyson. She can’t hold back the tears that start brimming in her eyes at the realization that he’d actually done it, that they were actually going to be okay. For once, things had worked out. Things would be good from here on out, she’d make sure of it.
It’s a thought that she only gets to sit with for a few seconds before Carter is lunging at her and she’s instantly huddled on the floor, the sound of a gunshot echoing through the room making her cry out as she squeezes her eyes shut tightly. And then silence. A deafening kind of silence that only comes in the wake of chaos. She opens her eyes again and looks at the officer standing above her, taking in a shaky breath before nodding. “Never been better,” she says, leaning back heavily against the wall and pulling her knees to her chest. “Is he... Are you sure he’s...” She motions over at Carter’s body, his lifeless eyes still open and staring back at her. “Is he really dead?”
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Slamming the door, Charlie made her very dramatic entrance into her shared apartment with her best friend. In a record amount of time, she was stomping through the small living space before her eyes landed upon her best friend. “You,” she started, her single word sounding exasperated as she shook her head, a glare apparent on her face. “You are so dead to me right now.” Charlie exhaled heavily, blowing a chaste kiss to her best friend to cancel the previous statement before she was groaning loudly. “It was a catastrophe. It was the worst date in history of dates, I can feel it. I feel like I’ll wake up in the morning, and I’ll be the hottest headline because it was such a horrendous date.” Taking off her sweater, Charlie instantly began to rummage through her best friend’s clothing, finding something adequate enough for her to wear right now. And while she began undressing and dressing in Violet’s clothes, she was speaking quickly. “First, I made a dumb joke about my name being Queen. And then I stuttered through my entire order. I froze whenever he asked what I wanted to do with my life. I made too many puns, and the best part?” Pausing for dramatic effect, Charlie stomped her feet in anger. “I freakin’ spilled an entire glass of Coke on me, Vi! It was an absolute disgrace. You sent me into a battlefield and I was shot. And killed. Viciously. Don’t talk to me. You aren’t allowed to talk to me for an hour and thirty seven minutes.” And with that, Charlie was gone, disappearing into her own room, completely out of breathe. @eternxlsunshine
Violet looked up from her bed, the pathway from her room to the front door clear as Charlie stormed through the living room and into her doorway. She set down her notebook, cocking her head in confusion as her best friend glared her down, confusion changing to shock when she was getting a look that could kill. The mood shifted again with a kiss blown in her direction, though, and Violet relaxed a little. No matter how much trouble she was in over whatever the issue was, the girl would still love her. They were far too connected, attached at the hip. “Dead to you? The heck did I do?” And then the other shoe dropped, and Violet was instantly sitting up a little straighter in her bed, dangling her feet off the side, watching her best friend closely as she rummaged through her closet and filled in all the missing details. Queen, dear god. Stuttering. Puns. Spilling her drink. It’s all Violet can do not to burst out laughing, but it’s clear that Charlie doesn’t think it’s a laughing matter. “Wait!” She’s jumping off her bed and sprinting into the other room, “You’re not allowed to cut me off for an hour and thirty seven minutes. Count to five and then I’m gonna be talking again, okay?” One, two, three, four, five. She takes in a deep breath and launches into her spiel. “I bet it didn’t go that terribly. With a name like King, he had to expect a joke about you being a Queen. Besides, he’s gotta know early on that you’re a queen. Stuttering is just a nervous thing. No such thing as too many puns. The coke thing... That’s a little rough, but totally salvageable. Ugh, was it really that bad? Do I owe you my soul now? Jude swore King was a good guy, I didn’t think it’d go terribly.”
