she's made of outer space

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.” 

@dontbeahero

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!!!” 

“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. 

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.” 

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.” 

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. 

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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