#c.joey

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one liner starter

made for: @rosesdieinaweek​​ verse: gang - royals character: joey connor (I did it)

"If you do this, you will be dead to me. " 

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starter for: @rosesdieinaweek verse: regular/gang character: joey continuation from: here

Joey had been in the bedroom as her partner got up in the middle of the night, as a nurse she was used to getting up in the middle of the night, though on this night specifically, she’d finished her twenty-four hour shift and was exhausted. So she didn’t feel him leave the bed, though she could hear the conversation happening in her subconscious, it wasn’t until she heard the apartment door close that she shot up. She heard Wyatt say, “just– keep her alive and in one piece. right now, i don’t care otherwise.” While another voice she immediately recognized as Benjamin said, “You don’t need to worry about her, focus on the club.” which piqued her interest, then the door opened and closed again. She waited a minute, wondering if he would come back to bed. After a couple beats, she decided to slip on one of his t-shirts in case someone else was in the apartment, and walked into the kitchen. “Hey,” she spoke with a smile as she saw him leaning against something. She knows that face, that brooding look he has when something is bothering him. “What’s going on?” 

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hurt meme.

sent by: @rosesdieinaweek​ characters: joey & wyatt meme: “it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

Joey had reached a breaking point, she’d been trying to weeks to keep it together. She’d been keeping a secret from him that she’d been trying to handle on her own. She knew that Wyatt was busy dealing with this war they were in with the opposing gang. She witnessed him worry over his sister, and she didn’t want to add her troubles onto him. Despite her troubles being directly related to his club.

It started a couple months ago, when their rivals first attacked. She’s witnessed a lot that she had not anticipated seeing and despite being in the medical field. It was always different when it happened to those who were close to you. She didn’t think like a nurse, she thought like a terrified friend. She couldn’t sleep for days, so she started stealing pills from the hospital and taking them in order to sleep, though recently it hadn’t been enough. She was searching for something stronger, something only medical professionals had access to and in turn, would be more obvious when the supply was running out quicker than the books said. Somehow, her need for sleep, outweighed her smarts, and the rival gang found out. 

Two weeks ago, she’d been approached in a way that was traumatizing in itself, and was threatened to reveal information on Wyatt and his workings or else they’d tell her employers at the hospital what she’d been doing. Losing her career would have hurt, but she would have survived. Their enemy must have known that, because he then presented her with a phone, that showed a text thread. At first she didn’t understand, then she read her own messages...the ones that were sent to Wyatt’s second man, Ben... but they weren’t sent to Ben. Ben texted her, asking for information, she told him.. or so she thought. She’d actually told their enemies their location, on that dreadful night, she was the reason their members got hurt. The night they almost lost someone. 

So for the last two weeks, she’d been trying to find a way out of this, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t turn to anyone. Finally she broke and resumed her irresponsible habits from when she was a teenager. She sat on the edge of the couch with her had in her hands, her eyes were stained red from the mix of tears, drugs and alcohol. Hearing him say, “It’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.” She chuckled mockingly, and shook her head. He had no idea what she was up to, and why she had to be strong. She’d been feeding excuses about her distance, blaming it all on her work schedule, or what she’d seen on the night of the attack that she was responsible for. She didn’t know what to do, she finally made a choice. “I-I have to tell you something” She felt the tears running down her face because she didn’t know if he would forgive her. “I did something..”