#david mccall angst

[vilentia]

Dark Charms

David McCall x reader

In the dimly lit ambiance of a downtown bar, the air was thick with the murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of glasses. You were there, nestled between your two best friends, Sarah and Mike, unwinding after a long week. The atmosphere was lively, the kind of place that promised forgotten worries and fleeting joys.

That night, the bar wasn't just a backdrop for casual drinks; it was where paths were destined to intersect. Sarah, ever the spontaneous spirit, was caught up in a complex situationship with a guy named Chris, who, as fate would have it, was a friend of David McCall.

David, a name you hadn't known until that night, would soon etch itself into your memory. He walked in with the kind of confident stride that turned heads, a magnetic pull in his step. His eyes found Sarah and Chris, and subsequently, you. There was an intensity in his gaze, a silent promise of something more, something deeper.

You noticed him immediately. He was undeniably attractive, with a charm that seemed to seep through the very air he breathed. When introductions were made, his hand lingered in yours a second longer, his smile a little too knowing, a little too intrigued. It was disarming, the way he looked at you, as if he could see past the facade we all wear in social settings.

As the night progressed, David's attention was unrelenting. He was charming, his words laced with an edge that was both exciting and unnerving. He shared stories that made you laugh, then think, then question. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, his presence a catalyst for a rush you hadn't anticipated.

You found yourself drawn into his orbit, captivated by the duality of his persona. On the surface, he was all charm and wit, but beneath that veneer, there was a darkness, an untamed intensity that you couldn't quite decipher. It was both a warning and an allure, a paradox that intrigued you.

Your friends noticed the chemistry, a mix of concern and curiosity in their glances. Mike's protective nature was evident, his eyes often flickering between you and David, assessing, calculating. But the night belonged to the unexpected, to the thrilling unknown.

As the bar began to empty, the reality of time creeping back in, David leaned in, his voice a low whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "Would you like to go out with me?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

It was a simple question, but loaded with possibilities, with the promise of exploring the enigma that was David McCall. You were at a crossroads, with the safe path on one side and the allure of the unknown on the other. And in that moment, you realized that you wanted to know more, to peel back the layers of this intriguing stranger.

Your "yes" was a whisper, a concession to the curiosity that David had ignited in you. As you left the bar, the night air felt different, charged with the potential of what was to come. David McCall was no ordinary encounter, and you, perhaps against your better judgment, were ready to delve into the mystery.

[blankspacefanfics]

Okay to ask for: age regression, adhd, autism, ocd, anxiety, depression, self harm, smut, fluff, angst, poly relationships, canonxcanon, canonxreader

Do not ask: dubcon, rape, animal abuse and other forms of abuse

TV SHOWS

BONES - Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Zack Addy, Jack Hodgins, Camille Saroyan, James Aurbey, Lance Sweets, Wendell Bray, Finn Abernathy

CRIMINAL MINDS - Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Jason Gideon, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Elle Greenaway

NCIS - Anthony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Abigail Sciuto, Donald Mallard, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, James Palmer, Timothy McGee, Jennifer Shepard, Tobias Fornell, Mike Franks

SUPERNATURAL - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Crowley, Castiel, Bobby Singer

TEEN WOLF - Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Malia Tate, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar, Jackson Whittmore, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Melissa McCall, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Jordan Parrish. Bobby Finstock, Alan Deaton, Erica Reyes

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[waiting-to-be-lost-at-sea]

An idea I had for a thiam au, was S4 Liam getting taken by ghost riders literally after his first full moon. Can y’all imagine the angst in that? Jenna Geyer feeling lonely in an empty house even though she knows she doesn’t have a child. Dr.Geyer/David Geyer buying lacrosse gear but realising he doesn’t have a kid. Scott feeling like someone’s missing even though Stiles & the gang are with him. Mason always getting an extra slice of pizza for someone who’s not at his house.

•

“Liam!” Mason called out from the horse he’s riding on with Brett, Theo’s eyes lock onto another teenager running towards them with someone by his side.

He’s beautiful.

Theo doesn’t miss the way the kids hair falls across his face, until he is looking up at Theo, cocking his head to the side, blue eyes widening.

“You’re hottie!” Scott’s beta spits out excitedly, before he’s realising what he had just said. “I mean, Theo, your Theo Raeken, I didn’t mean to say that, please forget that I said that”.

Theo’s laughing though, more relieved than amused, that through all the terrifying event’s happening in Beacon Hills that someone hasn’t fully fallen into the darkness.

“We’ll, it’s a good thing you’re cute, Dunbar”, “He knows my name” Liam whispered out loud until he was being suffocated by Mason, only for a moment before the other was smacking him.

“If you ever patrol by yourself again, I’ll kill you, I swear to god Liam, this shit was not funny”.

“I missed you too Mase” he murmured, the man that had been running with Liam was holding a gun, a ghost rider’s gun.

“This reunion is very adorable, but let’s move it along people, the hunt isn’t over yet and I have a feeling McCall didn’t have a plan”.

“Scott! Oh my god! We need to find Scott” Liam stated looking around for a car or a free horse, Theo decided to put him out of his misery.

“Hop on, you can ride with me” he reached out towards the beta, who grabbed his hand without a second thought, Theo pulled him up with a small smile.

He could hear the rapid beating of the younger’s heart, “You nervous?”, “Maybe, but I’m always nervous around horses”, “And here I thought it was just around me”.

Theo smirked watching Liam blush, before he pulled on the reins, Liam settled for a moment before leaning against Theo.

He would’ve spoken but Liam was carrying a familiar scent, one that had plagued him for an age, as his arms came around Liam’s waist. He inhaled one last time before breathing out her name.

“Tara” he murmured.

[fandomnsfw]

New Rules - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: New Rules by Dua Lipa. Also requested by @sjsjsksskks

Warning: None just fluff and angst (I think)

Thank you to my amazing Beta for listening to my rants this morning about my personal life thanks to getting that off my chest I was able to come up with this! Thanks @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

****

You walked into the kitchen where half the pack was inhaling coffee. It was late at night so most of the pack was asleep but those who had work tonight or school work were still awake.  

Lydia was eating a fruit salad whilst reading a text book of some sorts. Stiles was inhaling his coffee, complaining about work as Derek stroked the back of his neck affectionately whilst sipping his own coffee. Scott was cooking something on the stove with no shirt and a pair of skinny black sweatpants.  

You sat down next to Lydia smacking your head off the breakfast bar counter. The loud thud caused Stiles and the rest of them to look at you with wide eyes. You sat up just as your phone started ringing. You groaned and looked at the phone with narrowed eyes.  

“Don’t pick up.” Lydia huffed without even looking at the phone. She knew who it was without looking and that caused you to roll your eyes. You left the phone to ring but after it stopped it quickly started back up.  

“Y/N you know it’s a bad idea right?” Derek muttered carefully. You stared at them but when the phone started ringing for the third time you gave in and picked it up.  

��Hey babe.’ He slurred down the phone letting you know he was drunk.  

“What do you want David?” You sighed tiredly.  

‘I miss you.’ He whispered softly. His voice sent your heart rocketing, no matter how many times you made this mistake you never learnt.  

Before you could reply the phone was yanked out your hand. Lydia stood there with your phone in her hand. She quickly hung up on him with a scowl on her face. You let out a growl but inside you were momentarily thankful.  

“One, don't pick up the phone. You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone.” Stiles sang as he danced about the kitchen, his coffee finally kicking in.

“Two, don't let him in. You have to kick him out again.” He continued with a laugh.

“Three, don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning.” He whispered like it was the biggest secret.

“And if you're under him. You ain't getting over him.” He giggled as Derek rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics. Once he sat down on Derek’s lap Lydia spoke up.  

“As much as Stiles is an idiot and his way of saying it is moronic, he’s right. You need to stop Y/N, it’s going to kill you.” She sighed softly as she placed your phone on the kitchen side.  

You gave her a sad nod before sitting down. You laid your head on the counter as you thought back to your relationship with David. He was your first love, the boy you gave you virginity to. He was a coyote like Malia except he was raised by humans. He’d lived in beacon hills most of his life but coyote weren’t pack animals so even when Scott had offered to be his Alpha he declined.  

He still hung out with the pack occasionally but you and he had grown close in that time. You eventually started dating but you knew he didn’t love you. For him it was just sex. After you guys broke up he called you when he was drunk, telling you he missed you but after sleeping with him he left like it never happened. It’s been five months since you broke up but every now and then he calls and for some reason you always crawl back. You couldn’t understand it yourself, but either way you did.  

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. You shot out your seat when you caught David scent. You tried to run to the door but Scott beat you to it. He opened the door flashing his red eyes before catching you by the waist effectively keeping you away from your ex-boyfriend.  

“You’re not welcome here.” Scott growled as you struggled against his hold.  

“I just wanna talk to ‘er.” He slurred sadly.  

“No.” You let out a whimper at his sad tone.  

“Y/N listen to me. Forget his tone and forget his face look at me.” Scott mutter softly in your ear. You huffed but played along anyway. You glanced up at your Alpha with a frown.  

“Chemo signals.” He muttered causing your eyes to widen as you zoned in on the chemo signals around you. You found Scott’s first his was concern and something you couldn’t quite pin point. Then you zoned in on David and your eyes widened in hurt. The only chemo signal coming from David was arousal. No hurt. No longing. Just pure lust.

You’re eyes welled with tears as you stared into Scott’s dusky brown ones. He strocked your cheek sweetly before pulling your head into his chest. Stiles came out the kitchen with a glare firmly on his face. Before anyone could figure out what was happening Stiles punched David across the face.  

“Leave. If you come back I’ll take my bat to your pretty little face!” Stiles growled angrily as his boyfriend ran out the kitchen to grab him.  

David let out a laugh before leaving calmly like he hadn’t just ripped open a wound that was already bleeding. Scott held you as you shook against his chest, but as soon as you were sure he was gone you burst into tears, collapsing to the floor with Scott who was making soothing sounds that frankly you barely registered.  

You weren’t sure how long you cried but by then end of it, your eyes were sore and you felt beyond tired. Stiles and Derek had left for work and Lydia had gone to bed. You finally looked up at Scott who was holding you like you were the most precious gem. He shot you a sad smile before reaching out and stroking your cheek once again.  

“You ready for bed?” Scott asked gently. You gave him a nod but as you tried to stand your legs gave out from under you. Thankfully Scott caught you before lifting you up bridal style.

He carried you to your bedroom before placing you in your bed. He brush your hair out your face before pulling the covers over you. You gave him a smile that probably looked more like a grimace but either way he returned it. And you were vaguely aware he bid you good night as you felt into a deep sleep.  

****

You weren’t sure what time it was when someone shook you awake but you were aware you had tears sliding down your face and a sheet of sweat glistening across your entire body. You shot up with a sob you hadn’t even realised you’d let out, before glancing at the person who woke you up.  

“Hey it’s okay. I’m here.” Scott muttered softly as he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You buried yourself into his chest silently and the tears involuntarily kept falling.  

He rocked you back and forth until you finally pulled away your face covered with dry tears. He wiped mostly of them away before waiting patiently for you to speak. When you finally found your voice it was scratch and felt so raw you almost winced.

“I don’t even remember having a dream..” You muttered sadly.  

“You were crying so loudly. Stiles tried to wake you but when he couldn’t he came to get me. I’m just glad I left you door open a little otherwise we wouldn’t have heard you. The soundproofing in this house is no joke.” Scott chuckled sadly.  

You glanced at his chest quickly realising her was in nothing but a pair of dark red boxer briefs. You coughed awkwardly before he looked down and realised what you’d looked at. He flushed before scratching the back of his neck.  

“How about I go put on some sweats then I can stay in here with you?” Scott asked softly his embarrassment fading quickly.  

“I thought you hated sleep in clothes?” You chuckled in amusement.  

“Well usually but I have a little more respect for you than to sleep in your bed in just boxers.” Scott smiled softly as you took in his words. They made your stomach flutter softly but you quickly dismissed it before looking at him.  

“I don’t mind. It’s not like you’re naked.” You giggled softly before crawling into bed. He followed quickly getting in behind you so your back was against his chest. You sighed happily before closing your eyes and letting the much need sleep take you.  

****

When you woke up against you felt someone restricting your movement and then when you tried to move something very large poked your ass. You thought maybe you left your sports bottle on the bed again but your eyes shot open as you remembered last night. Scott’s ridiculously large morning wood was pressing against your ass.

“Mornin’ how’d ya sleep.” He muttered sleepily as he started coming to.

“Yeah great…Scott I hate to embarrass you buuut your monster dick is poking me in the ass.” You deadpanned. He started flapping about until he finally fell off the bed. You burst out laughing as you looked over the side of the bed in amusement.  

“M-Monster dick?” Scott stuttered his face bright red.  

“Yep I thought I’d left my sports bottle on my bed again.” You giggled softly as he tried to cover up his problem with a pillow.  

“O-Oh I’m so sorry…” You muttered the scent of shame taking over the room. You quickly hopped off the bed and bent down next to him.

“Scott I know it’s not because of arousal it’s fine. I want to be a doctor remember? I know it’s because of the need to pee. Not all the time but most of the time.” You shot him a smile before stroking his cheek gently.  

“How about you go sort it out while I make us some breakfast and coffee.” You muttered sweetly as he nuzzled into your hand happily. He gave you a nod before running off to your on suite bathroom.  

By the time breakfast was done Scott strolled down stairs in some tight jeans and a burgundy Henley. It wasn’t a tight Henley like Derek’s is was slightly baggy but recently Scott had been working out more with Derek so he was slowly filling out the top.  

“What time do you have work?” You asked as you both sat down at the breakfast bar. Just then Stiles walked into the kitchen with a tired gaze before stealing a piece of bacon off Scott’s plate.

“I have work at 8am so in about thirty minutes.” Scott mumbled softly as he smacked Stiles hand away as the other boy tried to grab another piece of bacon.  

“You have a day off today right?” He added with a mouthful of food, as he scoffed down his breakfast.  

“Yeah no lecture today either so I’m gonna be lazy all day.” You giggled as you sipped you coffee.  

You picked up a piece of bacon on your fork before holding it to Scott’s lips. He gave you a lopsided grin as you wrapped his mouth around the fork happily. You returned his smile before eating some more of your eggs.  

“Okay well if you need me text me. I gotta go.” He stood up and cleared away his plates before walking back to you with a smile. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your temple before muttering goodbye.  

You stared at Stiles with wide eyes as Scott left the house. Stiles stared back mirroring your expression. You flailed your arms around in an attempt to communicate something that only Stiles would most likely understand. He gave you a shrug before stealing Scott’s abandoned coffee.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened but you couldn’t exactly say you were unhappy about this little development if anything it made you heart fluttered excitedly.  

Just then Derek walked in and Stiles looked up from the coffee, a smile broke across his face as you sniffed the air to get a feel of their chemo signals. You smelt the same thing you’d smelt on Scott last night so you glanced at Derek putting out your hand to stop him approaching Stiles.

“What’s that emotion raidiating off Stiles right now?” You asked Derek cautiously. Derek sniffed the air as Stiles made grabby hands at Derek ignoring my words.

“Oh that’s attraction.” Derek muttered as he opened his arms for his boyfriend, who happily ran into them.  

“So like a toned down version of lust?” You asked in confusion because you were sure this smelt nothing like lust.  

“No…Hmm how do I word this…It’s the pheromone that gets released when you’re in love with someone. It smells kinda sweet right?” He asked as he hugged his lover tightly.  

“Yeah. WAIT...LOVE!?”  You squeaked loudly as Derek flinched and started at your with furrowed brows.  

“Yes. Love. Why where have you smelt it?” Derek asked with a laugh.

“S-Scott smelt like that last night w-when he was looking into my eyes…” You muttered shyly.  

“Oh cool.” Stiles stated before pulling away from his boyfriend.  

“COOL!? THIS IS A BIG DEAL STILES!” You screamed loudly.  

“Not re-Wait…You really didn’t know he was in love with you this whole time?” Stiles asked in shock.  

“You guys knew!?” You yelled angrily, slamming your coffee down on the table in frustration.  

“It’s not hard to see. You were just too blinded by David fucking asshole Smith! I mean come on! SMITH! What kind last name is that!?” Stiles groaned dramatically. You shook your head before storming to your room to think about this new revelation.  

*****

When Scott had gotten home that night, you’d locked your bedroom door. You hadn’t known how to face him. The reality of the situation had been too heavy for you to bear at that moment. You had still been so screwed up about David you honestly couldn’t have even thought about a relationship with Scott. Even if your heart had fluttered around him a number of times.

However now you somehow find yourself brimming with anxiety and seething with jealousy. Malia and Scott had gotten closer over the past few weeks since you had kept your distance but right now they were currently giggling and flirting away with one another.  

You suddenly felt a wetness on your hand which made you frown and snap out of your jealousy. You looked down at you hand and noticed it was covered in blood. Your frown deepened as you tried to assess what happened. That’s when you notice your phone was practically bent in half on the floor covered in blood.  

You looked up to see Stiles staring at you with wide eyes and suddenly Scott sniffed the air his eyes shooting to yours. You hid you hand before he could see it but that apparently did nothing because he was on your in seconds.  

“Why are you bleeding?!” Scott asked with a panicked tone.  

“It’s nothing go back to your flirtatious conversation!” You snapped before picking up your phone and storming out the living area.

You were about to close the bedroom door but before you could Scott burst in after you, slamming it loudly in apparent anger. He paced your room a few times before looking up at you with anger on his face.

“What the hell was that about!?” He growled angrily, his eyes flashing red.  

“What are you so angry about!?” You snapped.

“Malia is down there thinking she was stepping on people’s toes by expressing her interest in me!” Scott screamed angrily as he took a step forward.  

“YEAH WELL MAYBE SHE WAS!” You yelled back with an equal amount of viciousness.

“YOU HAVE BARELY SAID TWO WORDS SINCE THAT NIGHT AND NOW YOU SUDDENLY GET TO ACT JEALOUS!? I DON’T THINK SO!” He screeched.  

“I FOUND OUT YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME! I HAD JUST BEEN THROUGH MY FIRST HEART BREAK! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO ACT! W-When all of a s-sudden you entered my head and started making my heart flutter…I-I was scared.” You trailed off as you tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

“Is that what these past few weeks of avoidance has been?” Scott asked his tone raw with pain.  

You gave him a nod before glancing up to see his face contort in pain. You let out a whimper as you took in his expression. You hated seeing this man hurt. Especially when it was because of you.

“Bu-But over the past few weeks as you a Malia got c-closer I realised…I-I want to be…” You stopped as you felt your tears start falling.  

Suddenly Scott was inches from your face, his hands cupping your cheek like you were the most valuable breakable artefact in the world. His eyes were boring into yours, his expression one of hurt, concern and love.  

“Please don’t cry…When I see you cry it kills me.” Scott whispered brokenly.  

“I’m s-so sor-sorry I never w-wanted to hurt you.” You cried as you clutched onto his dark blue hoodie.  

“I…I know…I know. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I confused you and if you would let me…I’d love to kiss you right now?” He muttered softly as he looked into your eyes questioningly.

“Please.” You replied breathlessly as your lips parted slightly.  

He caught your lips in a soft yet passionate open mouth kissed. It was sweet and portrayed everything you’d both felt the past few weeks. He twisted his head the opposite way as you did you same. Never deepening the kiss but you honestly didn’t care because this moment was the most picture perfect moment you had in your life and you were sure nothing could ever compare.

After a few more seconds he pulled away a little breathless. You stared into his eyes only to see the brightest loving look staring back. You stood on your tip toes as you leant up, throwing your arms around his neck, burying your head in his neck.  

“I think I’m totally head over heels in love with you.” You giggled softly into his neck as happy tears dropped onto his shirt.

“If it makes you feel better…I’m totally head over heels for you too.” Scott chuckled happily as he hugged you back.

The only rule you knew you’d need in your life now was; Never let this beautiful man go.

[drabbles-mc]

Lost & Found

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 6 of the August Prompts and an Anon request: sentimental and Can I please request a juice x f!reader where they were friends since Queens (enter gawky platonic teens) then she ran into him after when she moved to Charming and she looks totally different now?

Warnings: language, angst (with a happy ending)

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Getting this out under the wire for the prompt a day but we got it done!  I feel like I got side-tracked from the original request because these characters decided to do their own thing. I still really like this story but down the road I might take another crack at this request to see if I can focus a little better 😂 But I love all the feelings in this and I hope you enjoy! (also i feel like there is more for these two i just don’t know what yet but i will be thinking about them for a while)

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You got off the bus at what you assumed had to be the only bus stop in the entire town. Finding out that Juice had landed himself in a town called Charming seemed so deeply ironic to you. You hoped that maybe the place lived up to its name, though, that maybe he found a good spot for himself. Because the last time you saw him, getting out was the only thing that was on his mind—it didn’t seem to matter where. Having your best friend knocking on your window in the middle of the night, telling you that they were leaving and didn’t have time to explain why, certainly wasn’t the type of goodbye anyone wanted. But it was what you had.

That was years ago now, though. Not a day went by that you didn’t think about it. So often you were tempted to look him up, to try and find out where he had ended up, but you were always so afraid of what you might find. One night, after a few too many glasses of wine and too much time spent reminiscing, you finally decided that it was time to figure out what he had been up to. You hadn’t heard anything from him or about him in years, but he wasn’t the only kid in Queens who knew how to weave in and out of databases that he shouldn’t.

That’s when you came across the mugshots for his most recent arrest. It was a few years ago still, but it was proof of life at least. You were too busy looking at the photos to even think about seeing what the charges were. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at the sight of him. Despite the fact that you were alone, you shook your head, whispering to yourself, “A mohawk? Head tattoos?” Even with the bruises on his face and the smear of blood under his nose in the picture, you could see that his eyes and the smug grin on his face were still very much the Juan Carlos you’d known all those years. You weren’t able to do much but stare for a few minutes, trying to reconcile it all.

Then you started to look for the real information. The police report came from Charming Police Department, which got another laugh out of you because what a name. Charges: drunk and disorderly, assault. Arresting officer: Deputy Chief David Hale. Pled guilty and served thirty days along with paying a fine. It was a little amusing to you to think about, because it wasn’t like Juice had ever been an overly confrontational kid when the two of you were growing up. He was a trouble maker, sure, but he wasn’t one to pick fights. Ten years was a long time and you wondered how much he had changed since you last saw him. You wondered if it was worth it to try and find out for yourself.

And now here you were, in sunny California. Of course he ended up in a town that wasn’t on the coast, somewhere close to a nice beach. The sun felt like it was pointed directly at you, a different kind of heat than the heaviness of the warmth of summer in Queens. Looking around, you noticed how quiet everything was. It was mellow—completely opposite from where you’d just come from. Adjusting your backpack on your shoulders, you set off, not exactly sure what you were looking for.

When you scrolled through some more of his rap sheet, you noticed that the repeated mention of his affiliation with the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. It was hard to picture him rolling with an MC, but you supposed that anything was possible. After all, you’d made it across the country looking for him and no one would’ve been able to call that.

You walked down the street, taking in all of the buildings that you walked past. None of them looked like they’d been updated in the last few decades. It contributed to the small town feeling, you supposed. Charming, indeed. You just wanted somewhere to duck into to buy a bottle of water and maybe sit for a second so you could try to scrape together a plan. Perhaps you should’ve had that figured out before you got here, but it was all a bit of a whirlwind.

As you continued to get a little deeper into town, you saw a sign that listed out gas prices, and let out a sigh of relief. Almost every gas station sold snacks and drinks. You just had to hope that the spot was at least modern enough for that. You picked up your pace just slightly, wanting to get into a building that perhaps had AC, or a strong fan.

When you stepped onto the lot, you immediately noticed a few motorcycles parked by the gas pumps. Anyone could own and ride bikes, you knew that—there was no guarantee that those bikes belonged to anyone from the club that Juice was apparently in now. For all you knew, they were just a few people passing through town on their way to literally anywhere else. It’d make your life a lot easier if it was them, though. Although you had the feeling that you’d have to have some semblance of grace when asking about Juice, not just walking up to a group of strangers and asking about a member of their club. You knew enough to know that that wouldn’t come off great, per se. You’d figure it out on the fly. You were pretty good at making things up as you went along.

Pushing open the door, you heard the chime upon your entry, but more importantly you felt the drastic shift in temperature. You let out a quiet sigh of relief at the cool air that washed over you. You knew it was going to be toasty in California, but you couldn’t help thinking that being in a town that was essentially in the middle of nowhere made the heat all that much more intense.

You were zeroed in on the coolers at the back of the store, already ready to buy the largest bottle of water that they had. You were vaguely aware of the conversation that was happening at the register off to the side, but it wasn’t your main concern at the moment. You snagged a water bottle and a bag of chips, tempted to rip into both of them before paying but managing to stop yourself.

Looking up, finally seeing who the owners of the bikes were, you froze in your tracks. Not only were you faced with kuttes that said Sons of Anarchy written across the back of them with an impossible to miss reaper plastered across the leather, you also found yourself looking at the very reason you had made your way to Charming in the first place.

The water bottle slipped from between your fingers and hit the ground with a thud, causing all three of the men, and the young woman behind the counter, to turn and look at you. Two of the men seemed fairly uninterested, already about to return to whatever conversation they’d been in before, but Juice seemed just as frozen as you were.

“Holy shit,” he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You’d changed a lot over the years, but he still recognized you immediately—it could’ve been twenty years or more that passed but he’d always know you.

Ten years of silence and suddenly you found yourself unable to say anything to him. You crouched to pick up the bottle you’d just dropped, trying not to let it fall from your grasp a second time. Clearing your throat, you offered an uncertain smile, “Hey, Juan. It’s been a while, huh?”

That got the other two men to tune back in to whatever was unfolding in front of them. They looked back and forth between the two of you, waiting for one of you to do something. After a few agonizingly long seconds, the look of shock on Juice’s face shifted into a smile as he strode over to you, closing the distance in what felt like one large stride. He snaked his arms around you, managing to slip them between you and your backpack so he could pull you as close as he wanted to. You huffed out a soft laugh at the strength with which he hugged you, letting your arms drape around his neck. It was a bit hard to believe, but there you two were.

Pulling back, he couldn’t stop himself from constantly looking you up and down. The last time he saw you, you were sixteen. That certainly wasn’t the case anymore, and the years spent apart had been more than kind to you. It was hard to believe that it was really you. He knew that his appearance had changed a lot since he last saw you, but even so, it was hard to wrap his head around the fact that the woman who was standing in front of him was the same person he had been so connected to so long ago.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” he let out a surprised laugh, not quite wanting to let you go, “You’re…you’re here.”

You chuckled, nodding, “I’m here.”

Confusion morphed his expression as he tilted his head slightly, “Why…are you here?”

You nervously toyed with the bottle in your hands, “Well, I gave you ten years to call or come back home, then I figured maybe I should try and look for you.”

He sucked in a breath, the weight of your words hitting him instantly, “Right.”

“Wanna introduce us to your friend, there, Juicy?” the older of the other two gentlemen spoke, and you wondered how you hadn’t heard his accent when you first walked in and they were talking amongst themselves.

You were the only one who heard the whispered, “Fuck,” he let out before turning back to the men behind him, introducing you to them. You could see the nerves in him as he spoke, “And this is Chibs,” he gestured to the man who had just spoke, pausing before he nodded towards the other man, “And that’s Jax.”

You nodded, managing a small albeit unsure smile, “Nice to meet you.”

A smile that was a little too slick for your taste crossed Jax’s lips, “Welcome to Charming,” he turned his attention to Juice, his expression shifting slightly, “We’re gonna head back to the clubhouse. We’ll finish up later.”

Juice was afraid that his response was a little too eager, but he didn’t really care, “Alright, sounds good. See ya,” he turned back to you, holding out his hands to take what you were holding, “I can get that for you.”

You shook your head, laughing softly, “Juan, I haven’t seen you in how long now? I’m not gonna show up and make you pay for my snacks.”

“C’mon,” he insisted, a joking lilt to his voice despite the emotions in his eyes, “I owe you.”

You were tempted to say that what he owed you was an explanation. But you didn’t want to come out swinging like that. Instead, you gave in, handing over the two items that you had. You tried not to think too much about the way that the woman behind the counter was watching the two of you with such interest. You stuck out enough because you were a new face, but all the tension in the air between you and Juice didn’t do anything at all to help you blend in.

By the time the two of you stepped back outside again, you’d downed almost half of your bottle of water. Juice scanned the parking lot for a moment before realizing that his bike was the only thing left there. Turning back to you, you could see the confusion on his face all over again.

“How’d you get here?”

You chuckled, “Taxi, plane, bus. In that order.”

“Jesus Christ,” he shook his head with a laugh, “You don’t have a car?”

You shrugged, tearing into your bag of chips, “I think we can safely say that there wasn’t a lot about this trip that I thought through very much, alright?” you laughed.

He went back and forth between looking at you, and staring down at his boots as he walked, “How did you…how did you find me?”

Tossing a chip into your mouth, you shot him a look of disbelief, “I can’t believe you just asked me that,” you shook your head, “Like you’re the only one who knows how to look someone up.”

He shook his head, smiling, “Didn’t think you would ever use your powers for evil like that.”

“Evil?” you feigned offense as you rested your hand over your heart, “I would never. Honestly, evil would be if I erased the record for the mugshot I got your location off of,” you paused to soak in the surprised look on his face, “Which I didn’t, by the way. Your rap sheet is still as impressively long as ever.”

He was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that it was really you, that you were really there next to him, in Charming of all places. You crossed the entire country on a whim after so many years and he couldn’t quite process the weight of that.

The two of you lingered by his bike, both asking the other questions that weren’t really the ones you wanted to be asking, but knowing that you had to lay some groundwork before asking the more hard-hitting ones. You were still trying to figure out how he ended up in an outlaw motorcycle club. That fact still blew your mind even though the reality of it was staring you so plainly in the face.

“I’m guessing you don’t really have plans then, huh?” he asked as he watched you toss your trash into the garbage can next to the gas pump  

You chuckled, shaking your head, “No, I don’t. Honestly, I thought it was gonna take a lot longer to find you. Didn’t bank on you being the first person I saw when I got here.”

“Right,” even though there was so much to unpack between you, he couldn’t not smile a little bit every time he looked at you.

“I know you’ve got shit to do, especially with,” you gestured to his bike, “you know. So I won’t…I won’t keep you,” you didn’t know where else you would go or what else you would do, but you hated feeling like you were holding him up.

“You should come to the clubhouse,” he blurted out.

“What?”

“The clubhouse,” he sounded a bit more in control of his words now, “it’s like, home base for the MC. You should come hang out.”

“You sure? I know they don’t know me—”

“I know you,” he cut you off, sincerity dripping from the three little words.

You found yourself smiling and nodding in agreement, “Okay, then,” you paused, “You’re not gonna make me walk, right?”

He shook his head as he handed you his helmet, “No, I won’t. It’s a short ride,” he looked at you for a moment, “You ever ridden?”

You shrugged, a mischievous grin on your face as you clipped the helmet on, “Once or twice, yea.”

He laughed as he swung his leg over his bike, “We've got a lot of catching up to do.”

Saying you felt out of your element in the clubhouse would’ve been a grave understatement. You felt the eyes on you when you and Juice walked in together and there was quite the range of emotions written on the faces of people present. Most people looked confused, a little intrigued. You didn’t miss the couple of dirty looks from a few of the women that were there and you tried not to give it too much thought. Juice had reassured you when he parked the bike outside that you being there and hanging out wasn’t going to be a problem. And, while that might have been true, even if you weren’t a problem, you certainly felt like a spectacle.

“Jax said that you might be bringing a friend,” an older man came over, a grin on his face as he looked at you.

Juice huffed, shaking his head, “Tig, come on.”

He held his hands out in an attempt to seem innocent, “What? Just wanted to come and introduce myself.”

Jax was chuckling as he came over, inserting himself into the conversation, “Don’t mind him—he doesn’t get out much. Plus,” he nodded to Juice, “not like this guy gets many visitors.”

“Yea,” Tig was looking more at Juice than you, considering that Juice was the one giving him a dirty look, “I’m curious, sue me.”

For the sake of curbing some of the curiosity that was quickly taking over the air of the clubhouse, you introduced yourself to Tig, doing it just loud enough so that anyone who was eavesdropping, and people most definitely were, wouldn’t have to come and ask you and you wouldn’t have to repeat yourself twenty times over.

“How do you two kids know each other?” the glint in Tig’s eyes let you know that this man was definitely an interesting one.

“Old friends,” you shrugged, trying to play it as casually as possible, “grew up together in Queens.” You didn’t say it, but all you could think was that that was so long ago now.

The seconds of silence that followed left you feeling like perhaps you had said the wrong thing. You glanced over at Juice, hoping that the look on his face would give you some kind of inclination of what to say or do next, but it didn’t. His expression was one that you hadn’t ever seen on him before, and you tried not to think too much about it as you continued to fumble your way through the conversation at hand.

“I’d ask how you know Juice, but the matching outfits kind of speak for themselves,” you smiled, letting them know that the comment was in jest.

“It’s actually pretty embarrassing,” Tig said with a smile, “We didn’t plan this. We all just showed up like this.”

You laughed, feeling a little more at-ease, just a tiny bit less like you were in the hot seat, “Hate it when that happens.”

The clubhouse door swung open, an angry-looking man with gray hair storming through. He didn’t really take the time to look at who was or wasn’t in the room, dead-set on getting to wherever he was heading.

“Church,” he barked, “Now.”

Glancing around at the rest of the men in the room, you noticed all of them letting out various sighs, some of them shaking their heads as they started making their way towards the same doors that the other man had just walked through. None of them said anything to you, or even to each other, as they walked away.

Juice lingered back for a moment, watching you watch everything unfold, “Sorry,” he motioned towards the doors, “I gotta…”

“Yea,” you shrugged, not sure what else you were supposed to do or say in the current circumstances, “do what you gotta do. I’ll hang out till you’re done.”

His lips lifted into a weak smile, “Alright.”

“Juice!” the man from before yelled out to him, “Let’s go!”

Juice didn’t say anything as he did something resembling a jog over to the room all of them had gone into. You caught a glimpse of all of them sitting down around a table before Juice shut the doors behind him. Your lips twitched in thought as you took a seat at the bar, not sure what you were supposed to be doing with yourself at this point. The clubhouse felt so empty now. You glanced around, trying to get a better look at everything now that a lot of the people were gone.

You saw the wall covered in mugshots and you couldn’t help but to get up and walk over towards it. You sort of recognized some of the men as ones who had just been in the room with you. Others you assumed weren’t around anymore for one reason or another. Some of the photos were old, the people in them were men now but they were still basically boys when the pictures were taken. It raised a lot more questions than it answered for you. You wondered how Juice got wrapped up in all of this. You wondered if there was a right way to ask him that.

You didn’t keep track of how much time they all spent behind the closed doors. It felt like an insanely long time, but you also knew that part of that feeling was due to the fact that you didn’t have anyone to talk to or much of anything to do. You weren’t going to try and insert yourself into anyone’s conversation, so you kept yourself seated at the bar.

When the doors opened up again, you tried not to look to eager as you turned around to watch everyone walk out. A few of them were already heading for the door to leave, not looking overly thrilled with whatever had been said and done inside the other room. You watched everyone intently as they went.

Juice came right back over to you, his face brightening considerably as he did. He offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry about all that.”

You shook your head, “Don’t apologize—I definitely came and crashed in on your whole thing here.”

“I’m glad you did.”

You waited for a moment to see if he was going to say anything else. When he didn’t, you asked, “What’re you guys up to now?”

He shook his head, “Nothing, really. Rest of the day is pretty quiet.”

You wanted to ask him if the two of you could go somewhere, anywhere else to talk. You had so many questions and things you wanted to talk to him about but you didn’t want to do it in front of a crowd. A crowd of strangers, at that. But you didn’t know how to say that. It all felt so precarious now because you were very aware of the fact that you didn’t really know him anymore. Sure, some things about him probably hadn’t changed too much, and the same could be said for you, but the Juan Carlos you knew at sixteen in Queens wouldn’t have been a part of whatever all of this was. You didn’t know if you were more sad or angry about that.

“Can we, you know, talk?” you hoped your face would say everything that your words hadn’t.

He studied the look on your face for a moment before nodding, “Oh, uh, yea. Sure. If you wanna, um, if you wanna leave your stuff here in my dorm we can go for a ride and get coffee or something to eat or whatever.”

You looked at him confused, “You live here?”

He chuckled, “No, no. I just have like, a spare room I can crash in if I want.”

“Oh,” you nodded, “Got it.”

You followed him back to where his, and apparently a lot of other guys' dorms were. Dorm was certainly a fitting word for it. Juice's was so organized, although you couldn’t say that you were too surprised by that fact. The clutter and scattered clothes in your room used to drive him nuts.

Apparently you had been standing there silently looking around for just a bit too long. Juice stepped in front of you, a concerned look on his face, “You good?” he saw the way you were suddenly white-knuckled on your bag.

You locked eyes with him, the reality of what the last couple of days had been, what happened ten years ago and all the years since, it all came slamming through your chest as you stood there looking at the random Harley posters on his wall, “How the fuck did this happen, Juan?”

His eyes widened. You hadn’t yelled at him, but the tone you used wasn’t one that he had ever heard from you before. He supposed that as kids the stakes were never quite high enough to warrant it, “Wh-what?”

“This!” you gestured desperately to the room around him, to his kutte, pausing for a moment before motioning back and forth between the two of you, “What…” you shook your head, not really knowing how you wanted to finish that sentence.

His lips morphed into a frown, the sadness in his features so saturated that looking at him made you feel like someone had dropped yet another weight on your chest. He looked like a dog that’d been kicked enough to know when another blow was coming. And you didn’t mean to come off so frustrated, but you thought that at this point what the fuck was a perfectly fair question.

You took a shuddered breath, shaking your head before dropping your face into your hands, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap like that. But just…ten years, Juan? And nothing? Then I come and see all of this and you’re just…so not fazed I don’t…”

He struggled to find the words, “I know there’s nothing I can say that is going to make all that time be okay. But this,” he repeated your gestures from before, “is my life now. I know it’s not like home but it’s what I have. And you’re here and, fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“Then why didn’t you call?”

His gaze dropped to the floor again, “For a while, I couldn’t. But then…”

“Then what?” you stepped in closer to him, “You were my best friend, and you just fucking left. Ten years, and not even some weird postcard with no return address so I know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere?” you really hadn’t felt angry about it in a long time, most days when you thought about it you were just wistful or sad. But being here, seeing him, you had a decade of emotions to convey in one conversation and anger was definitely one of them.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just, what was I supposed to say?”

“The truth?” you shook your head, “All that time, I thought that we didn’t keep things from each other. But then you just showed up to leave. And it almost felt like I didn’t know you at all but I couldn’t…I couldn’t believe that. I couldn’t believe that I didn’t know my best friend. And now—”

“You did know me,” he cut you off.

“Did I?”

“You did,” there was no room for argument in his tone, “The trouble I got in had nothing to do with you.”

“But you still left.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that for a moment. The two of you stood there, almost chest to chest as the words hung in the air between you. Part of you wanted to turn and run out the door, but an even larger part of you wanted to just collapse against him and cry. You had no idea how you were supposed to be working through all of this. You hadn’t thought this part through.

“What made you come find me?” he asked.

The question caught you off-guard. You shrugged, trying to play it off, “I got sick of not knowing where you were or how you were doing.”

“You’re still a bad liar,” he said, the end of his lip curling up just enough for you to see it.

It wasn’t a total lie, but even with all the time apart he still knew how to read you, how to tell when you weren’t telling the full truth. You huffed, shaking your head, “I just. I didn’t feel like I was home anymore. Life was fine, you know? Had a job and friends and whatever. But I started feeling so out of place. I tried to wait it out, see if the feeling would go away, but it didn’t. And I thought about you, about how you took off. I wondered if you ever actually settled somewhere. So I looked you up. And I figured if I can’t find what I’m looking for in a town called Charming, then I might just be a lost cause.”

He laughed softly, “It’s not Queens.”

“Fucking tell me about it.”

“You think this is what you were looking for?” he sounded sad, but still just a little bit hopeful.

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

He could see it in your posture that you were fighting to hold it together. He looped his arms underneath yours and pulled you against him in a hug. The thought of fighting it crossed your mind for the briefest of moments, but you were too busy falling into him to follow through on it.

You were fighting to keep your voice from cracking, “You can’t do that to me again.”

He squeezed you a little tighter, “I know,” he sighed, letting his eyes shut, “I’m so fucking glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” you mumbled against his chest, “Because I really didn’t want to keep going from town to town looking for you.”

He chuckled, his hand running up and down your back, “Would you have, though? Kept looking for me?”

Pulling back, you looked up at him and nodded, “Yea. I already crossed the country for you. What’s a few more miles?”

He smiled, reaching up to thumb the couple of stray tears on your face, “I know it’s not much here, I know it’s a lot different than back home, but if you can, you should stay. At least, at least for a little while.”

“I’ve got no other pressing plans, so I guess I could stay for a bit. Besides,” you tried to get your emotions back in check after your little outburst, “you apparently have a lot to fill me in on. Like, how all of this happened,” you tapped on the Redwood Original flashes on his kutte.

He looked just a little bit sheepish, “It’s a long story.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you paused, seeing the shift in his expression, “What?”

He shook his head, “No. Nothing. I just,” his eyes darted to the floor and then back up to yours, “I know you’re upset, and you should be. And I know things are different and weird but the fact that you’re really here?” he let out a soft laugh, “That’s wild. I’ve thought about you so much and now you’re really here and I just,” he gave your shoulders a light squeeze, “I can’t believe it.”

“I’m just,” you leaned against him again, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

One hand came up to cradle the back of your head, his other resting between your shoulder blades to keep you pressed against him. He placed a soft kiss on the side of your head, relief flooding through him when he felt you let out a deep breath, easing into him a little more.

“Do you still wanna get coffee?” he asked, and you could hear the humor in his voice.

You laughed, “Yea,” you took a step back, “we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

[domesticated-feral]

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thanks for the tag @scribeoffate i forgot i was tagged for a hot minute hehe

How many works do you have on ao3? 99. NINETY NINE!?!?!?!

What's your total ao3 word count? 215,544. woah.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Teen Wolf. I wrote and uploaded 1 fic for stay (2005) and I wanna write more for other fandoms like Brokeback Mountain, Merlin.

What are your top five fics by kudos? YFHAPBOS Fake It 'til You Make It The Mischief is Hereditary In An Empty McDonald's Parking Lot At 3AM Intoxicating

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I love responding to comments!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i exist to nobody but you. it's angsty all throughout so yeah.

What's the fic you wrote the happiest ending? Most of my fics end happy so i'm just gonna pick one out the hat and it's Riding Drag! a fun little stackson one shot!

Do you get hate on fic? No, not on fic, fortunately!!

Do you write smut? Yep. Most of it is unpublished though but there's a great deal of it on ao3.

Do you write crossovers? i have like 2 smut wips of one of my two crossover ships. I really want to get more ppl in this crossover ship but i cant do that as long as these wips stay inside my docs smh

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of. hopefully not?!!!

Have you ever had a fic translated? not yet, but i'd be glad to have any of them translated by anyone!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? not really, the most co-written a fic has got is having one of my dearest friends watch me write it live on docs and them hyping me up and giving suggestions.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Stackson, I suppose. But you know what, I'll take this moment to also plug in my best friends, my current most-obsessing over ships, Scackson, Scerek, and my two brainrot crossover ships, Ditch Lapp (Detective David Loki/Mitch Rapp) and Scott McCall/Donnie Darko (these ships might not be an all-timer but they sure do feel like it)

What's a wip you want to finish but probably won't? HIYA, i want to finish it but i also dont want to touch it.

What are your writing strengths? i can pavlov's dog myself into writing specific wips sometimes with the help of music. (if i listen to the brokeback mountain soundtrack, especially riding horses, i immediately have to work on the stackson cowboys fic)

What are your writing weaknesses? sometimes i lose motivation for long stretches of time

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i haven't done it before i think, nor am i comfortable doing it with languages i don't know very well. i am already writing fics and stuff in my second language soo yeahhh

First fandom you wrote for? bandoms. I was one angsty tween/teen. I still have the residual teen angst in me.

Favourite fic you've written? Right now, it's Recollection. I've been tinkering away at a companion piece for it because I love writing Sam's pov but also Henry in Sam's pov.

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YOU GOT ME, I GOT YOU

Summary: the European conflict seems to be coming to an end when Easy Company stumbles upon the true horrors of it. This terrible discovery shakes Liebgott to his core, forcing him to be pulled back by Y/n. Having some time alone with each other, their friendship, much like the war, appears to be reaching its culmination.

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst (hurt-comfort)

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Warnings: implied torture and abuse (yk the labor camp), violence, language

A/N: the universe knows why I wrote this idk, probably because that one scene of Liebgott delivering the message to the concentration camp prisoners and then breaking down makes me wanna give him a hug. Enjoy<3

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"Hey." I gently reached to hold both his hands, putting them away from his face. "Joe. Joe, c'mon." He frantically denied with his head still casted down, his shoulders shaking from the restrained sobs. "C'mon darlin'." My voice shattered, as he managed to meet my eyes with his bloodshot ones.

As if it was not traumatizing enough to have found this diabolical camp was meant to keep Jewish people and other minorities, we now were supposed to locked them back in and take away their food.

I obviously hadn't understood this by myself, as I was splitting up and distributing the food with Malarkey when Major Winters broke the news to Liebgott.

Webster, who had been standing by my side, was kind enough to halfheartedly translate what Joe announced to the prisoners.

Joe, out of everyone.

Once it was over, chaos and dispair began to reign in the awful place, and I lost no time to jump off the vehicle I stood in, rushing to get to Liebgott, who I had seen breaking down quietly in the truck he had climbed onto to be heard.

"I need to get you outta here right now." I whispered, squeezing his knees. Joe sniffed, shaking his head 'no'. "Yes, c'mon." I stood up on the truck and pulled him with me; for whatever reason, despite his words, he didn't fight back as I jumped off the vehicle and made him follow me.

The more we dove into the crowd of tortured people I had just surfed, the tighter Joe's grip on my hand and forearm became, as if it was the only thing stopping the man's legs from giving in.

I could hear his breath hitch everytime one of the prisoners touched him or grabbed his clothes. He was just a kid —just like all of us— who was not meant to see this.

By the time we made it to the door, Joe was jerking as a consequence of refraining the raw cries, and my forearm had turned numb. Half a minute felt like an eternity in that place.

"Web!" My friend quickly jogged to meet us, helping me carry Joe out. "Major Winters, sir, we have to—"

"Borrow our jeep, Y/l/n." I nodded at our leader. "Webster, you gotta stay. We need a translator still."

"Yes, sir." Webster helped Joe into the jeep and spun around. "Perconte! Can you drive them back?"

He walked away, exchanging places with Frank while I hopped into the backseat with Liebgott, who was not even near to calm down, but at least his hysterical shake had diminished a bit.

"It's gonna be alright, Joe." I attempted to calm him down, stroking his hair with one hand while the other remained hostage of his grip. "It'll be alright, you'll see. I'm here, okay? We're all here."

Once Perconte had driven us away from the camp, Liebgott folded on the jeep, his upper body falling over his thighs, his hands loosening their hold on my forearm.

I kept my fingers running through his locks; planting a kiss over his shoulder blade, I sat upright in silence, taking in the horrors of the war we had just beholden until the vehicle came to a halt.

"Okay," Frank jumped off the jeep and rushed to help Liebgott out, holding him until my feet were planted on the ground too. "I gotta return the— shit, Y/n!"

"What is it?"

"Your arm— Jesus."

I looked down at my forearm, bare due to my shirt being rolled up, to be met with a big ugly bruise all over it. Angry, tiny red crescent moons adorned the purple and blue marks like stars lighting the sky.

"It's alright." I assured both Perconte and Liebgott, whose face had just tinted a whole new hundred shades of horrified. "It's fine." I repeated, taking Joe's arm to lead him into the building we had occupied to spend the night.

"I gotta... Return the jeep."

"I'll be back in a moment."

"You don't have to." The technician responded, sitting back in the driver's seat. "We got it handled. You take care of him." I then nodded and took Liebgott inside, praying to be able to prevent him from caving in before we reached his assigned room.

To my surprise, midway through our way there, his sorrow changed into anger, that anger of his that would be triggered with the flip of a switch.

Liebgott sprinted upstairs, leaving me behind, and quickly disappearing from the halls.

I took my time to reach his door, hearing the scene from the outside, and deciding it was better to stay out of it. Joe was a sweetheart, but he could go off the rails very easily.

To be fair, after seeing what we had just seen, I too wanted to do what he was doing, but one of us had to keep a hold of themselves.

Not being able to delay my entrance any further, I stood on the doorframe, reaching it just as Joe was throwing one last punch straight through the wall, letting out a rage-fueled cry before limply walking to plop down on the bed.

I took the end of the outburst as my cue to get in, and so, without saying a word, I got closer to the boy step by step, occasionally kicking out of my way shattered porcelain and pieces of the walls; justified casualties of Liebgott's temperament.

Once I stood before him, much like I had done at the camp whilst in the truck, I crouched to move his rifle, thrown on the floor, away from his feet— this caught his attention; his eyes, covered by his hands, peeped at me as I moved.

"May I?" I questioned, motioning at his bloody knuckles as I stood upright. He only clenched his jaw, averting his gaze from me, and let out a grunt. Coming from him, that meant allowance.

My fingers traveled to his hair, soothingly combing through the locks a couple of times, triggering his eyelids to inevitably flutter at the touch. "I'll go grab a wet towel." I whispered, halfheartedly abandoning him in the messed up room in order to head to the bathroom.

As I opened the faucet, taking a soft towel from the rack by the sink, one thing disturbed my mind; the thought of those people we had left in that hellish place. Anger began to cloud my judgement, the state of the outcasts had been imprinted in the back of my brain.

"Jesus Y/n, put the poor towel down." I turned to the door, where I found Liebgott leaning on the doorframe, still downcast, though he seemed calmer. "You're gonna rip it." He pointed at the piece of fabric in my hands, already soaked in water, tightened due to my unconscious grip which I automatically loosened.

I cleared my throat, wetting the small towel once more before bending my neck to the side, prompting Liebgott to come in, which he did.

"Come." He walked to stand in front of me, sort of leaning on the sink, rather than sitting on the toilet as I would have wanted him to.

Just as I was pulling his hand up to clean the knuckles, he yanked the cloth off my hands, holding up my forearm arm instead.

I sighed, trying to take back the towel, which was in vain, given that he extended his hand as far from me as possible. "Joe—"

"Y/n/n, my hands are just fine," he talked back, scrunching his nose without meeting my gaze. "so will ya let me fix this?"

"Yeah, okay." I indulged him, knowing more often than not, healing others feels easier than healing yourself.

He limited himself to thoroughly clean the little crescent moons left on my arm, taking way more time than needed for them to be alright.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, turning to unnecessarily soak the cloth again before returning his attention to the light marks. "I didn't know I was—"

"I know."

We stayed in silence for a while, him focused on my bruised arm and me examining the boy. It was only when the silence because unbearable that I decided to speak.

Only that, right when I was about to open my mouth, Joe let out a ragged exhalation, sniffing instead of taking the air back in.

He was crying.

"Lieb?" His motions came to a halt when I placed my free hand on his cheek, stroking it and wiping his tears away. He leaned into my touch, shutting his eyelids and taking in a sharp breath. "Alright," I took the cloth and threw it behind him. "C'mere." I whispered, gently tugging him to me by his wrists instead of his hands to wrap my arms around him.

His own arms mimicked mines, pulling my upper body flush against his, squeezing me as tight as possible. "They looked like... cattle..."

Unable to come up with a proper response, I stayed silent, deciding that giving him the comfort he needed to be vulnerable and a shoulder he could cry on were better than words.

We stayed like that for a hot minute until the tears stopped and his body, which had eased due to the embrace, seemed to go stiff again. I identified the change of demeanor even before he spoke.

"I'm gonna find 'em—" he growled the words in my ear, his chin on top of my shoulder.

Joe was alternating between sheer agression and unbearable grief; best case scenario, he would end up exhausted. Worst case scenario, he would go to prison.

"Joe." I pulled away, just enough to meet his gaze. "You can't do anything stupid." I raised my brows at his gritted teeth, cupping his cheeks.

After an instant of confusion, realization of what I meant flashed through his gaze, and he sneered. "You're kiddin', right?" His hands dropped from my body and traveled to hold onto the sink behind him instead. "They're Nazis."

"Nazis or not, they're most likely P.O.W.s now." I warned in a low voice, folding my arms over my chest. "You'll get court-martialled."

"Everyone's seen the camp." He retorted bitterly. "No one's going to court-martial me for finding the motherfuckers who ran that shit."

My gaze was severe on the man in front of me. "I'm askin' you to stay out of this one."

He looked me up and down before averting his eyes, turning his face to the side. "Don't ask me that."

"Why not?" He muttered under his breath something intelligible before pushing himself off the sink, forcing me to step back.

"You saw what they did to my fucking people, Y/n." The restrained emotions slipping through his growl threatened to go off again at any given moment.

"I know how much you're hurtin' but—"

"NO YOU DON'T! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!" He shouted, pointing an accusative index finger at me.

"YES I FUCKING DO!" I yelled back, the pent up frustration flooding out of my mouth and body language as I pushed him back. "MY MOTHER IS A JEW, ALRIGHT?!" That information seemed to take him aback— rightfully, since it was something I had decided to keep to myself.

I took a deep breath, allowing to put myself together before speaking. "We didn't go through Normandy, Holland, through fuckin' Bastogne— for you to get court-martialled now that we made it into Germany."

Our eyes were locked now, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

"We all want 'em dead, but I will not let you go to prison for killing a fucking Nazi!" I spat, teeth gritted and angry tears welling my orbs at the thought of one of my best friends getting imprisoned for seeking justice.

I had managed to shut his mouth, but not with my words; it was the look in my eyes that left him speechless, I just knew. I had poured a bit too much of my feelings out due to the fear of losing him in the most idiotic way; Joe had caught on it, and was unable to properly register and or react to that information.

"You stay here, I'll go back to the camp— and clean your fuckin' knuckles." Taking his silence as my advantage to escape, I stormed out and started to make my way downstairs.

He didn't follow me right away— probably because he had taken a moment to wash the blood off his hands—, but I soon heard steps behind me, followed by a soft call of my name.

"Y/n, wait." And I did, because no matter how stubborn we both were, if the other asked for something, we would comply. "you didn't tell me."

"I told no one." I confessed, turning around and looking up to face him, as he stood a couple of steps above me on the narrow stairway. "I had enough on my plate, I didn't want that to add up." I, quite ashamed of my behavior, muttered.

"Still." he carefully walked down stand before me.

"Look, doesn't matter, I was just tryna make a point." I explained, shoving my hands on my pockets. "I know what we saw is... Beyond unforgivable, but you can't get yourself into that. We've gone through enough," My voice got softer the further I explained. "I need you to make it home safe, okay?"

"Y/n/n, you're gettin' worked up over nothin'." He responded, making my eyes snap at his, which were already digging on my form. "We both know if you ask me to do somethin', I will." I would have doubted his words, but given the hidden frustration in his tone, I knew he would listen to me this time too. "I'm— guess I'm sorry I took it out on you."

There was an instant of understanding between the two of us. Liebgott was known to get into spats and fights, but he rarely apologized. He had apologized twice in a row, which meant something for him and for me.

"You're a mouthful." I stated in a more lighthearted voice.

"You love that 'bout me."

"Don't go cocky on me, Lieb." He chuckled at my warning, holding my gaze in anticipation.

It was obvious we both wanted to overcome the nonexistent width of the corridor between the two of us; we just didn't know how to save that distance, neither physical nor emotional.

"I better head off." I whispered, a small smile curling up my lips.

"Uh-uh." He caught my hand as I climbed downstairs, intertwining our fingers before giving me a yank strong enough to pull me back up. "If I'm not goin', you're not goin'." He stated in a smug tone.

"They need help." I argued, raising my brows at him, stare focused on his eyes in order to avoid it falling on his lips.

"So do I." He, on the contrary, had no problem to steal glances at my mouth, unconsciously and very slightly bringing me even closer. "Who's gonna stop me from killin' Nazi C.O.s if you're not here, huh?" He joked.

"Joe..." I looked away, down at the main door of the building, only a few steps down from where we stood.

"Y/n, listen." Liebgott's tone dropped the joking demeanor to turn serious, almost concerned in a way. "You got me, I got you. That's how we always do it, isn't it?" I gave him a slow nod, my head casted down until his index finger and thumb held my chin to raise it. "Then, let me keep you here with me." His thumb caressed my jaw. "Can't stand to see your pretty face all dull and pale again." He whispered, referring to our time in Bois Jacques.

Liebgott stopped his motions, freezing for a second, much like I had just done in the bathroom. This time, it was his feelings being a bit too much spilled out through his eyes, his touch, the tone of his words.

It took me aback. Now, don't get me wrong, I was not unaware of the fact that we both had let our friendship transform into something more intimate; I knew Liebgott's feelings for me were... Well, not entirely platonic, if you may —I just didn't know the magnitude of them until that very moment.

He regretted showing me, just like I had regretted showing him. "Just—" he began, dropping my hand and retreating his hold on my chin to scratch the back of his neck instead. "Feel like it's better for you to sit this one out." He cleared his throat, eyes fixed on our shoes. "Y'know, 'cause you—" He felt cornered now, but I didn't step away. "Your mother—"

"Joe," my hand traveled all the way up from his wrist to his bicep, dragging my fingertips over his shirt. "You're gettin' worked up over nothin'." I repeated the words he had spoken just a couple of minutes ago, saving the short distance between us while he laid his hands on my waist. "We both know if you ask me to do something," my free hand found his cheekbone, leaving my ghostlike touch over it because letting it fall on his chest, feeling his heart pounding as much as mine did. "I will."

"That so?" I shook my head affirmatively. "Well then," He swallowed, giving my sides a squeeze before bringing me flush against him in a much less innocent way than he had done previously in the bathroom. "Kiss me." He requested, bumping his nose against mine.

And I complied.

His lips felt like water in the dessert; his embrace felt like a warm blanket in Belgium's freezing winter. For a moment, I forgot about the camp; I forgot about Bastogne, about Haguenau, about Holland and Normandy.

I forgot we were at war, because at that moment, in that rickety staircase in Germany, I was at peace, and he was too, and that was the sweetest feeling we could have wished for.

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the infinite playlist - s.s.

based on nick and norah’s infinite playlist by david levithan and rachel cohn

summary: it’s been three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since stiles stilinski got his ass dumped by the only girl he’s ever loved. three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since lydia ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped it into the ground, effectively rendering stiles incapable of caring about anything that isn’t his band or his best friends. so when lydia shows up at one of his shows – which he explicitly told her not to do – with a new fucking guy following her around, stiles knows that he can’t look as pathetic as he feels. so he gets a five-minute fake girlfriend.

pairings: stiles x reader; ex-stiles x ex-lydia; ex-reader x ex-theo; scott x allison [duh, bitch]

warning/notes: they're all in college bc it's all easier that way; cursing [and probably a lot of it tbh]; a lot of angst; sexual themes, and maybe a little smut in there too for fun [i will for sure post 18+ warnings bc some of y'all are children and i don't need that kind of heat]; lydia is a bit of a b!tch and liam is a sloot and a half [we still love them both tho]; stiles is an angsty lil baby and y/n is chaotic as fuck; basically everybody is bi bc i have the courage to do what the teen wolf writers wouldn’t [jk i love you jeff davis]; idk there will probably be more as we continue

cast list:

nick: stiles stilinski

norah: y/n y/l/n

tris: lydia martin

caroline [gender bent]: liam dunbar

dev: malia tate

thom: scott mccall

scot [gender bent]: allison argent

hunter: kira yukimura

tal: theo raeken

toni/tony/tone: isaac lahey

the infinite playlist playlist

the infinite playlist moodboard

status: on-going

↳ chapter one: stiles gets a fake girlfriend

stiles has a breakdown, lydia breaks a promise, and y/n is really just trying to make sure liam makes it through the night

↳ chapter two: y/n makes a choice she’s probably gonna regret

y/n takes on a project she doesn’t have the patience for, stiles gets caught in a really awkward turf war of sorts, and lydia has decent taste in guys for someone with terrible taste in guys

↳ chapter three: stiles follows the girl

liam doesn’t really know how to hold his liquor, stiles gets his heart lightly annihilated, and y/n keeps forgetting to introduce herself

↳ chapter four: y/n meets scallison

↳ chapter five:

a/n: okay, i'm actually really excited about this series, and i hope you will be too!! please tell me all your thoughts and feelings, what you want to see, all of it! i can't wait to start writing and posting and seeing the reactions. okay, love you byeeeeee - daisy xx

send in your thoughts!! let's hear everything!!

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First of all, I want to thank all of you so much for the follows, likes, comments, reblogs and support in general! I can't believe I hit 50 followers so soon! I know it’s not much, but I actually didn’t expect any at all so I’m so happy!! Thank you ❤️

Now, this is how the celebration is going to work: first you chose a song and a character. Then send it to my requests with your pronoun of choice, along with any other specifications and I'll write you a fic based on the song! You can either send the song or specific quotes as prompts

To find the fics I will write, use the #Anastasia's 50 followers celebration

This event starts today (May 20th) and ends June 10th

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Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.53

Word Count: 2,590

Characters: Derek Hale, Chris Argent, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Stiles Stilinski (mentioned), Reader, OC Characters

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, small mentions of sex and kinks (eww i can’t believe i just wrote that eww)

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“Yeah, Stiles, okay. I’ll go by Argent’s apartment tomorrow and I'll go pick them up, okay?” you ended the call from Stiles, before going to dry your hair.

“What did Stiles need?” Derek asked.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Oh, the chains they were using to hold back Malia and Liam broke so they need some new chains and stuff,” you explained.

“Oh? Well, maybe you can get a pair of cuffs for us?” he smirked slightly as you rolled your eyes.

“You broke the last pair,” you reminded.

“Technically, you did,” he retorted, pressing his lips against your neck as you scoffed.

You turned to face him, putting your arms around his neck, before you heard a loud knocking on the front door.

Derek frowned, checking the time.

“It’s 2 in the morning,” he replied.

You tensed up, walking towards the door cautiously before opening it, seeing Lydia and Kira standing in front of you.

“What the hell are you doing here at this time?” you asked, pulling them in before you closed the door.

“Look at this list,” Lydia opened up her laptop, showing a white screen with numbers and symbols over it.

She continued to scroll, showing you a list with names and numbers.

Sean Walcott 250

David Walcott 250

Michael Walcott 250

Christina Walcott 250

Lydia Martin 20

Scott Mccall 25

Demarco Montana 250

Derek Hale 15

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) 15

Carrie Hudson 500

Kayleen Bettcher 250

Kira Yukimura 6

Elias Town 250

You frowned slightly, turning to Lydia.

“I-It’s a deadpool. These are the targets. I sort of used my powers to find the deadpool and it asked for a code. The password was Alison and it opened up a third of the deadpool,” she explained.

Your face dropped slightly as Derek put his hand on your shoulder.

“W…” you were speechless, trying to process your words.

“You’re trying to crack the rest?” Derek asked.

Lydia nodded.

“Keep us updated on what’s happening,” Derek said.

You could feel your heart beating in the back of your head as you continued to stand there, frozen. You felt a knot in your stomach as you tried to take a breath. You could see a look of concern on Kira’s face as she looked at you.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Kira asked.

You bit your lip, nodding your head softly.

“I need to work on finding the other names on the deadpool,” Lydia explained.

“Mhm,” you replied.

You could see the concern on both of their faces as Derek spoke, before leading them out of the loft.

“(Y/N),” he put his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.

“I need you to just take a breath-” Derek started.

“I’m fine,” you lied, shaking your head.

“(Y/N)...” he started.

You closed your eyes softly, before wrapping your arms around Derek.

“We'll get through this,” Derek muttered.

Your heart continued to ache, mostly out of fear. Before it was only the Argent’s circle who was aware of you being a witch and aware of your powers, and now you didn't know who else would know, or what else would happen.

Your eyes watered at the thought of them trying to hurt Derek out of anger. 

“I don’t care where you have to go, whether it’s just a small grocery run o-or whatever, you can not be alone,” you clenched your jaw.

“Same goes for you, (Y/N/N),” he pressed his lips against your forehead, while you closed your eyes, leaning on his chest.

---

“Scott and Stiles explained everything to Stilinski,” the two of you sat in the car, on your way to Argent’s old apartment.

“Yeah,” you nodded, bouncing your leg as you looked out the window.

“I can feel you holding back,” he sighed.

“We just had a lot to deal with Kate and you losing your powers like this… this is a whole thing,” you shook your head.

He put his hand on your leg, caressing it gently.

“And we’ll get through it, just like we always do,” he reminded.

You sighed softly, nodding your head before the two of you pulled into the parking lot of the apartment, making your way up.

You noticed the lights on in the apartment while you looked under the door, tensing up.

“Something's inside,” you whispered to Derek.

He stayed quiet, frowning before pressing his ear against the door.

“I only hear one heartbeat,” he replied.

“Stay behind me,” you walked into the apartment cautiously, unlocking the door as you tip-toed to Chris’ office.

“(Y/N),” your mouth dropped open as you stared in shock, seeing Chris in front of you.

“Y-You’re back,” you stuttered.

“I told you I wasn’t going to run away from you,” he shrugged.

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he hugged you back.

“I’m so happy you’re okay,” you said softly.

There was a soft smile on his face as he stroked your head softly, wiping away the tears you didn't know you have.

“How was France?” you asked.

“Well, I wasn't in France for that long…”

---

“This school really has no security, like at all. Even after everything that happened,” you walked into Beacon Hills High with Derek following behind you.

“I don’t think they care that much about security. But hey, it makes it easier for us,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, here’s the-” you paused in front of the boy’s locker room.

“Yeah, I know,” the two of you waited outside for a second to make sure it was empty.

You walked into the locker room, following Derek.

“Lots and lots of memories,” he sighed, smiling softly as he picked up Liam’s lacrosse stick.

“Yeah? Like what? Losing control in the showers?” you said in a mocking voice.

“Well, that's one thing. But, do you remember in your last week of school, we snuck into here when it was empty, and we-” you interrupted him, making a noise.

“Of course I remember that. That was… it was amazing,” you smiled at the memory, before following him farther into the locker room, hiding behind a wall.

He stroked your hand softly before you heard the door get pushed open, Scott running past you while you threw him Liam’s stick, picking up another one.

“Here,” you handed Derek the stick.

“Are you sure you have enough strength to snap it?” you asked Derek.

He nodded.

You watched as Liam stormed to his locker, looking for his stick before yelling out, frustrated.

“Where’s my stick?!” he yelled.

He walked around the locker room, while Derek walked out from behind the wall, holding the stick.

“This yours?” Derek said to Liam.

You listened as he snapped the lacrosse stick, hearing Liam gasp.

His eyes glew yellow as he let out a low growl, digging his nails into his claws.

He charged at Derek, before Derek quickly grabbed his neck, pushing him against the wall.

You saw Liam yelling out, struggling against Derek’s hold before Scott came out, yelling Liam’s name.

“You’re right. He is angry,” Derek replied.

You walked in front of the two of them.

“This one’s yours,” Scott handed him his lacrosse stick as Derek let go of him.

“Go to class, Liam,” Scott said.

Liam looked at Scott, before nodding, grabbing his bag, and walking out of the room.

You smiled softly, crossing your arms as you looked at Scott.

“What the hell are you two smiling about?” Scott said, slightly frustrated.

“You’re gonna be so good at this,” you replied softly.

“A-Are you joking? I have no idea what I’m doing. I really need help,” Scott started.

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing. His anger? It’s going to make him stronger,” Derek replied.

“And dangerous,” Scott added.

“You’ve handled dangerous before,” you replied.

Scott sighed, sitting on the bench as he put his hands on his head.

“I was supposed to focus on school this semester,” he started.

You sat down next to him, putting your hand around his shoulder while Derek sat on the other side of him.

“Now Kate’s back, I-I have a beta, and this deadpool,” you could feel him getting more and more nervous as you held his hand.

“Well, we know the deadpool has all of our names on it, so that needs to be our top priority. Lydia’s working on it, right?” Derek asked.

Scott nodded his head softly, still looking down.

“All these problems are temporary. We will figure this all out. You’ll still get time to focus on school. You’re very smart when you want to be, Scotty. Besides, community college isn't that bad,” you smirked softly as he scoffed.

“You’re forgetting you got into an Ivy League and Stanford,” Scott sighed.

You saw Derek frown slightly, before you put your focus back on Scott.

“It doesn't matter if you go to some big shot school. You’re gonna do amazing wherever you go, with whatever you do. You’re gonna be a great vet,” he smiled softly before hearing the bell ring.

“I’ll see you guys,” he waved as he ran out of the locker room quickly.

“Hey, why didn't you tell me you got into Stanford? Or an Ivy League?” Derek asked, pulling on your arm gently.

“I-I don’t know, I guess I thought it wasn't as important because I wasn’t going to leave Beacon Hills,” you explained.

“Why weren’t you going to leave Beacon Hills?” Derek asked.

“I didn't want to leave Beacon Hills.”

“Why not? (Y/N), all this pain and suffering, losing so many people that you care about… why would you want to stay here?”

“I didn't want to leave you,” you saw his face drop slightly.

“I don't ever want to be someone who’s holding you back,” he stroked your cheek softly as you bit your lip.

“You don’t hold me back, Derek. I chose to stay here and I don’t regret my choice,” you shook your head.

You held his hand, stroking it softly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too.” 

---

You watched as Derek got into his car, driving off as you made your way to the art room, trying to find Lydia.

“Anything yet?” you asked her as you walked in.

“Nothing,” she clenched her jaw, shaking her head.

“Well, don’t stress it. Just breathe,” you tried to encourage her as she rolled her eyes.

“Malia. I don’t need you breathing on my neck!” Lydia yelled out, frustrated.

“Well, you see, I kind of don’t want to die, so I need you to crack this list,” Malia replied.

You hid the smirk on your face before you pulled Malia away, sitting down next to her on the table.

“How do you like school?” you asked.

“It’s pointless,” she muttered.

“How much of this stuff am I actually going to use in life?” she asked.

“The only class I can fully say I use in life is Forensics, maybe some Biology and Chemistry, but nothing much,” you shook your head.

“Then what’s the point of math?” she rolled her eyes.

“Old people like watching us suffer,” you shrugged.

She shrugged, before picking up the book next to her, beginning to read through it.

You saw Stiles and Scott running through the hallway, holding Liam up as you frowned.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit…” you got up, running after them.

---

“Lydia needs Meredith, but apparently she showed up at the station, so Lydia and Malia are on their way there,” you looked at the messages on your phone before putting it aside, waiting in front of the school with Derek.

“And Meredith is another banshee?” Derek asked.

“Yeah, she had a thing for Isaac,” you smiled at the memory.

Derek chuckled softly, before leaning against his car.

“What’s taking Chris so long?” you muttered to yourself, looking at your phone to check the time.

“I’m here,” he walked in front of the two of you as you stood up.

“Well, let’s go then, shall we?”

---

You stood outside the vault, waiting for Derek and Chris to finish while you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling a slight breeze. The school was still full, there was a lacrosse scrimmage, and no one would be stupid enough to attack at the moment.

You noticed something moving from the corner of your eye as you turned your head, looking towards the trees.

You squinted your eyes, looking back to the steps of the vault.

You’re being paranoid

You shook your head before hearing another noise, hearing a twig snap.

You shot your head up once again, making your way to the woods as you clenched your fist.

You looked back to the vault entrance before sighing.

“Augendae tenebris,” your eyes were purple as you made your way through the woods, looking around.

There was no there, and no sign of anyone there.

“Dumbass,” you muttered to yourself.

You felt something hit the back of your head as you groaned, falling to the ground.

You winced, putting one hand on the back of your head as you tried to make out everything in front of you.

Your vision was blurry as more and more panic filled your chest.

“Clypeus,” you felt a blunt force hit your stomach, pushing your back as you groaned softly, trying to push yourself up.

“You little hypocrite,” you heard an unfamiliar gruff voice from in front of you.

You blinked hard, trying to make out who was talking to you as you saw a man standing over you.

“You little bitch!” he yelled.

He blew some dust, which you realized to be Hawthorne as you coughed, trying to gasp for air and regain your balance.

“Your little mommy isn't here to protect you anymore. You’re dead you little bitch,” you could feel a sharp blade sticking on your throat as you tried to keep your movement still, feeling some tears rush to your eyes.

“I-I don’t know who you are-” you started.

“Well then, let me remind you,” you pulled you up harshly, while your back hit the tree trunk behind you.

“You and your mommy killed my wife! All because she was supernatural! She never hurt anyone!” he yelled at you.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about!” you yelled back.

“I’ve wanted my revenge for years. Then I see your name on this deadpool. God really does exist, doesn't he,” you could hear his small chuckle as a tear fell down your cheek.

“Dis,” you pushed him to the ground, holding him down as yelled out.

“Somnum,” his eyes fluttered shut as you took a step back, your breathing shaky as you bit your lip, holding back your cries.

More and more tears rushed to your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, taking bigger breaths.

“(Y/N)!” you heard Derek yell, as he ran to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“W-What happened? I-Is he dead?” Derek’s eyes went wide as you shook your head.

“N-No… he’s just asleep,” your voice broke as he pulled you into his arms tightly. You closed your eyes, holding in your cries as you leaned your head against his chest.

“I-It’s… it’s not just assassins it's hunters too,” you said softly.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, holding you tightly before whispering.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

You nodded your head softly, walking with him to the car before driving off.

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The Stages of Grief - Denial

series masterlist // prologue // anger

Pairing: Dave York x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Only twelve weeks have passed since McCall's death and Dave is still in the midst of healing. However, life waits for no one and some unfortunate news comes about.

Series Summary: David York was everything you ever needed in a partner, everything you ever wished for or thought was asking too much. He was funny, kind, adored you more than anything in the world; you were his home, and he was your rock. Until suddenly, he wasn't. He wasn't anyone you knew at all.

A/N: He's still a soft man, but I hope everyone enjoys regardless. For those that feel a little smut teased/deprived, the next part will have a full scene of (spoiler: rough) smut.

Warnings: Soft!Dave, unashamedly making out on a balcony and being horny about it (smut-ish), sexy times inferred, language, angst

The early sun's rays cast a gentle glow over the city, basking each building in a summery light as you stare out from atop the balcony. The coffee cup held between your hands now long forgotten as soft beams creep along your skin. It's warm, so warm. You tilt your head back to the feeling, a soft moan escaping your lips as more of the balmy daylight hits your body - relishing in the simple comfort it provides.

Everything just seems so peaceful, feels so perfect. You pray moments like these never end.

Nearly twelve weeks passed since McCall's death. Twelve weeks of grief and sorrow - and desk duty - and yet it all still feels just as fresh as before. It wasn't easy for Dave, adjusting to the loss of his brother. You think, even with as great a healer time is, it likely never will be.

But such is the price of the bonds we've made.

He hides it well enough - gating the pain behind the darkness that looms within those beautiful eyes. But you still see it every now and then. In the way his gaze lingers a second longer on the team's photos, in the way he never leaves the apartment without Robert's commander's coin in his pocket at all times - civilian clothing or not.

At least now the though nightmares have stopped. That you're grateful for - perhaps even more than he is - that Dave is finally able to get some decent sleep since the accident. No more waking up in the middle of the night, dragging himself from one room to the next only for a short moment in your arms. Now at least, he feels confident enough to stay there, just like how it used to be.

You still can't help but smile recalling the moment he told you the news. You were hesitant at first, asking over and over again if he was absolutely sure, before shooting a wide grin and flinging your arms around his neck, peppering kisses all over his face. Acting like he wasn't one of the deadliest soldiers at America's disposal, like he didn't have a kill count that put movie villains to shame.

Because he wasn't - isn't - to you. He's just your David. The same way you're just his fiancé - definitely not one of the Army's highest testing combat officers.

Nightmares weren't the reason you both didn't sleep that night.

Things weren't the same since McCall's passing; you both realized quickly that it likely never would be. But even with the little time that had gone by, every day you could see Dave was becoming more and more like his old self. And you knew that's all he ever truly wanted - not to be happy even, but just a little more whole.

A faint knock sounds before the sliding glass door opens. You don't have to turn around to know who it is; Dave's running shoes padding lightly across the cement floor. Ever the soldier, even on the weekend. His arms wrap snugly around your waist, a firm chest pressing into your back as soft lips reach your cheek. A low "good morning" whispered in your ear, mouth moving to the bare skin of your shoulder.

You cover his hand with your own, head instinctively falling back against him as brown eyes highlight golden in the sunlight, forehead shimmering from the aftermath of a slight sweat. "Hi" you breathe out, lips curling into a smile of your own as bright eyes lock onto you.

His gaze flicks up, raking over the view beyond. "What are you doing out here?"

It's simple. "It's pretty."

He smirks, not a moment lost to hesitation. "You're pretty."

"Smooth," you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully and fighting the blush creeping to your cheeks. "How was the run?"

Dave huffs, a barely-there "good" escaping his lips as he studies you, mind lost beneath your stare. His free hand comes up in your peripheral, fingers reaching out and brushing away a loose strand of hair falling over your cheek. His touch burns against your skin, and you relish in the feeling of it - warmer even than the sun shining brightly overhead.

The slight twitch of your lips is enough to pull his attention, and he wastes no time surging forward. "Not tired yet, though."

You quirk an eyebrow, but it's no use. Dave's already spinning you around to face him, trapping you against the balcony rail and crowding you in the little space between his arms. He doesn't give you any time to adjust - the coffee cup still (barely) in your hand nearly slipping out from between your fingertips.

And then he's on you.

Lips that feel like clouds, tasting of mint, sweet as honey; light kisses turning passionate within moments. He's licking into your mouth, biting down on the flesh of your lower lip as you let out a low moan for him. You grab onto the bottom of his shirt with one hand, the other holding onto the glass mug for dear life.

You feel his cock hardening against your core, desperately pushing closer between your opened legs. The outline so inappropriately prominent against his grey sweatpants as he rubs into you; why you even let him wear these out in public you still wonder. Maybe he only does it to rile you up. If so, smart - it really works.

It's the simple things.

A warm breath ghosts your ear, followed by a low and sensual voice. "You feel what you do to me, baby." Dave grabs your hand and flattens your palm against him, impossibly hard beneath the thick fabric. You stroke him there, brushing your fingers over the outline of his ridge and he shudders, dropping his head to your shoulder with a quick exhale.

You can't help the wetness pooling in your center, or the quick retort from slipping out of your lips. "Needy," you tease, and he all but sends daggers your way.

His lips curl smug, eyes filled with dark lust. "I'll show you needy." His mouth travels to your neck, biting and sucking against the sensitive skin, nose gliding along smoothly. You can't help but arch into his touch, eyes closed and a low rumble building in your chest.

One large palm comes to rest on your ass, grabbing at your flesh greedily as he keeps you pinned against him. The other snaking around your thigh, reaching for the hem of your sundress to bunch the fabric together and dive underneath. He bites down on your neck and your eyes shoot open, gaze met with nothing but bright light.

It dawns on you then, where you still are. On the balcony of your apartment, in the middle of Washington D.C. exposed to all eyes of the city. And this man is going to take you right here and now if you don't stop him. All because you teased him.

Amazing - that he's so composed in public, but barely saves an ounce when walking through the front door.

"Baby," it barely comes out as a whisper. He doesn't hear you, doesn't stop even a muscle from fulfilling its purpose - hips still rubbing against your palm, mouth still blissfully bruising, fingers still making their way up and up.

You fight back another moan, dejectedly pulling your hand away to rest on the flat of his chest. But it still doesn't stop him. "David," you try again, a little more strength behind your voice and using your arm to nudge him back, pushing him gently but with intent.

He feels it then and stops immediately, taking a step back and dropping all touches. His eyes flick over your body, eyebrows furled and a silent search occurring. "What's wrong?" The concern is blatant. "Did I bite too hard?"

Resisting a smile has never been harder.

You reach out and brush the hair clinging to his still damp forehead. "You have to shower. Go do that and then come talk to me."

It hits him like a brick wall. For a second. And then he's just glaring at you. "Don't look at me like that." You swat at his chest playfully, but he catches your hand and pulls you back into him.

"Come with me." It's a statement, not a question. You know that.

But he's just so damn smug.

The man always wins - always. And it's always just so easy for him. You have half a mind to keep pushing, even with knowing that it'll only end bitterly. Sometimes you just want to rile him up too.

Maybe you will.

It is the simple things.

You brush your nails slowly down Dave's torso, keeping your eyes glued on his as you look up through your eyelashes. He jolts slightly, flicking his eyes closed in preparation of your trailing hand. "What if I don't want to?" You say it so seductively he barely realizes. It's the way your hand pulls back that makes his eyes pop open.

He shoots you another glare, but it's only half-hearted. "It didn't sound like you didn't want to."

You roll your eyes playfully - perhaps a little stronger than need be - and turn back to face the "prettier" view of the city. "I think you're projecting, York."

He tenses and you know you've been caught. York? You might as well have spelled it out for him. A grunt comes from behind as Dave's hand curls around your chin, turning your face back to him again. He's standing straighter, taller now, looking down at with you only feral lust - like you're his own personal sacrificial lamb.

"And I think," he starts, fingers brushing down your neck to wrap feignedly around your throat, eyes eating you up as he drops his mouth to your ear, "that I wasn't asking, baby."

He knows you were just joking, but now he definitely isn't - not with that line, not now after you've tried to get the one up on him. It never works. And now you're nothing but putty in his strong hands.

You could always just say no again. He would respect it wholeheartedly, no questions or arguments about it. But that would just be another lie. And then you'd both lose out.

You gulp, bringing the glass mug - that definitely should not still be anywhere near you two - up so he can clearly see it. "I gotta put this away first."

Dave smirks but doesn't fight your logic. "Don't be long," he mutters, leaving you with a kiss to the forehead before stepping away. Your eyes rake over the new "prettier" view as he retreats - his broad shoulders and back and... it's decided. He's no longer allowed to wear those sweatpants.

You walk to the kitchen and take care of the mug, cleaning then drying off the glass and placing it neatly into the cupboard beside Dave's. You turn then and make your way to the bedroom but stop when a familiar chime goes off from your desk. A new text has popped up over your wallpaper: a candid picture of Dave getting slobbery kisses from his family's bulldog, Bear.

Colonel Powell: Meeting Wednesday in my office, right after PT.

A list of scenarios immediately pops into your head, but you remember quickly that there's no point in stressing over whatever the topic of discussion is - it could be anything at all. So you type a quick acknowledgment and head back toward the bedroom, only stopping when you reach the doorway.

Dave's sitting on the edge of the bed, still in the same clothes but his cellphone clutched in one hand, knuckles turning white. "Baby?"

Your voice draws him out and he turns to you, eyebrows shooting up in question. You step closer and he stands, loosening the grip on his phone and placing it down on the bed. It must have been a bad call. "Are you good?"

He nods and throws you a reassuring smile - but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Confused," he says simply.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No." Okay then.

You want to pry - feeling like there's something else that's going on - but you know better than to. He'll tell you when he's ready. "Shower?" you ask instead, watching as his eyes come back to life and a bit of feral dives out from his features.

---

Knuckles meet wood as you reach Colonel Powell's office. It's silent on the other side until a low "come in" bellows and you open the door to enter. You send him a curt nod as your eyes meet, sitting down in the seat across his desk.

"You wanted to speak to me, sir?"

He nods, pulling out a folder of papers and placing them down on the desk in front of you. "New orders came in."

New orders? Does he mean a new assignment? You ruffle through the pages, scanning the headlines and text.

Authorization for Permanent Change of Station (PCS)

Destination: USAG Baumholder Army Base, Germany

Effective: April 1, 2007

Your eyes shoot up, papers nearly slipping from your fingertips and flying off the desk. Today is March 2nd. "Sir, I never requested a change of duty station."

"You didn't have to."

If there was no request for a change in station, there shouldn't be an authorization to PCS. Especially not to an entirely different continent with only a one-month notice in the middle of the current contract. "Excuse me?"

He narrows on you, meeting your challenge. "You've been on vacation-"

"-probation-"

"-Do not interrupt me." The colonel's jaw clenches, eyes flashing in anger, but your own glare holds nothing back. Nothing about this is within protocal. "You're a combat officer, not a paper pusher. And we both know you're wasted here."

You fight a mocking huff. "With all due respect sir, that doesn't mean I want to relocate."

He shrugs, not a care in the world. "Would you have preferred a very extended deployment? That's the only other option you have." Same place, same duties, minus all the benefits? Not a chance. The silence is his answer. "That's what I thought."

You push down a growl, biting your own cheek to stop from lashing out. Fuck. Only one month's notice? What are you going to tell people if they ask? What are you going to tell Dave?

What are you going to tell him? Things have been going so well lately; this would only crush him more. As if it's not already crushing you. You were both there for the explosion; why should his team still be punished when you're off the hook. None of it makes sense.

"Take him with you." You barely register the Colonel's words before blue eyes flick to the ring on your finger. "I'm assuming the reason you're sulking is because of that," he says, finger pointing lazily to the silver band.

Is he being serious? "He can't, he's still on probation." Not to mention you're not married yet and 'special forces' doesn't exactly get a choice in where they're sent off to.

But Colonel Powell just blinks. And fuck, he's the base commander of course he knows all of this already. You open your mouth to apologize, but he cuts you off. "He didn't tell you yet, did he?"

You bristle. "Tell me what?"

---

The entire drive home you thought about how you were going to tell him, how you were going to confront him about what Colonel Powell said. Frustration and confusion built and built, but as soon as you stepped through the door and spotted Dave in an apron, hunched over the stove and tossing spaghetti in a pan, it all just drifted away.

This would be one of the moments you'd miss the most. A quiet dinner, quality time spent with the man you love. It could wait - at least till later tonight.

Within a few short hours, quality time turned turned steamy turned cuddling on the couch; Dave's arm wrapped around your shoulders and your body leaning into his side, eyes fixed on a war documentary playing overhead. Dave's choice, not yours. Obviously.

This seems as good a time as any.

You place a hand on his knee and nudge lightly. "Can we talk?"

His reply comes quick, but his attention never leaves the screen. "We're talking right now."

Wrong answer. "Dave."

He stiffens from the sound your voice and murmurs a quiet apology, pausing the film and turning to face you. "What is it?"

"I met with Colonel Powell today..."

"And?" His brows incline but gives nothing away.

"And" you accentuate - the words feeling like tar out of your mouth - "when were you going to tell me you were discharged?"

You fought yourself over which orders to bring up first: his or yours? You didn't want to put him on the spot in either case or force a conversation out of him, but every time the internal argument veered wholeheartedly in one direction. It wasn't that one issue was more important than the other; it never would be that way.

But how could you possibly talk about the future when the past wasn't dealt with yet.

His face drops downward, eyes going unfocused and anger rippling off his shoulders in invisible waves. Not at you, never at you. "So it was real." He's never sounded more bitter in his life.

You reach out a hand and cup his own, your thumb rubbing gentle circles into his skin. You want to apologize, but you know his walls will only come back up faster. And what would you even be apologizing for? Finding out?

Dave's eyes flick up to yours, confused and frustrated. "Don't" he says - as if reading your mind - "I should have told you sooner." Even though it wasn't Colonel Powell's place to say a word. "I met with the boys the last few days. We all kind of thought it was just some cruel joke."

And there it is - the reason he kept it away.

Another apology threatens to spill - a real genuine one this time - but he quiets you again before you even have the chance. "Don't," he repeats, as plainly as before. "Just come here."

The conversation didn't need to be a long one or even very informational for that matter. It just needed to happen. You just needed to know what was going on in that thick skull of his.

Dave puts a hand on your waist and nudges you closer until you're swinging over your legs and straddling his lap between your thighs. You should tell him now - get it off your chest too.

But looking into those deep brown eyes, you don't have the heart to break the news. Not yet, at least; he has enough floating in that head for one night. All you can muster, and all he allows you to is simple. "I'll be there every step of the way."

He only smiles, guiding you down to meet his waiting lips. "I know."

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State of Grace (3)

David Hale x OFC (Grace Teller)

Request by Anon: I got a thirst for Hale after seeing a drabble earlier - what about a Hale x reader, where Hale is having an inner battle with his feelings for the younger sister of Jax Teller? Maybe, a situation where both have liked each other for a while, which equally infuriates Clay and Jake respectively, but ultimately, a near miss with Zobelle’s crew pushes them together more, and then it’s used against Hale, and then ultimately there’s fluff?

Warnings: language, light angst

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Guess who is rewatching SOA from the beginning and getting thrown back into their Hale feelings??? It’s me.

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Grace whipped her bike into line with everyone else’s when she got to the clubhouse. It stood out against everyone else’s, but she didn’t care. She got over that insecurity a long time ago once she started putting her time and money into customizing her bike. No amount of jokes from her brother, or back-handed compliments from Tig would make her regret any of it.

She left her helmet on the seat, shaking her hair out as she walked towards the garage. Scanning to see who was there, her body relaxed a bit when she spotted Juice elbow-deep in the truck he was working on. She had no idea if Opie had mentioned anything to him, but she supposed that it didn’t really matter anyway. In all the years that she’d known Juice, the man had never said no to her. It was hard to tell if that was because Juice actually liked and respected her, or if he was just that afraid of pissing off Jax. Either, way, it worked out in Grace’s favor.

Juice was too focused on his work to hear her walking up behind him. She lingered for a few moments, smiling to herself at how one-track his mind was sometimes. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to notice her on his own, she cleared her throat a little louder than necessary.

He turned, eyebrows raised. There was almost a hint of annoyance in his eyes before he realized who it was that was trying to get his attention. Once he saw it was her, his expression immediately softened, although the confusion still lingered.

“Hey, Grace,” he took one hand out of the truck to he could turn and face her more directly, “You okay?”

She nodded, “Yea, I’m good. Did, uh, did you talk to Opie at all today?”

He shook his head, confusion intensifying, “Was I supposed to?”

She laughed quietly, “No, no. I just, I called him earlier and mentioned maybe needing a favor from you. Didn’t know if he passed along the message.”

His confusion faded to intrigue as he started to wipe both his hands off, attempting to rid them of the grease and oil that was streaked on them. He was partially successful, twisting the rag in his hands as he tried to figure out just what kind of favor Grace Teller might need from him.

“What do you need?” there was a tentative lilt to his voice, “I’ll, I’ll do what I can.”

“If you can’t, or don’t want to, you can say no,” she shrugged, “I won’t hold it against you.”

He chuckled, but there was something else, something that wasn’t amusement, in his eyes as he spoke, “Can’t be worse than anything the club has asked me to do. What’s up?”

She pressed her lips into a thin line, realizing now that starting a new chain of favors could get dicey rather quickly. There were worse people to be indebted to, sure, but she didn’t want to rope Juice into something that could easily blow up in both their faces. It was one thing for her to lie to Jax and Clay, but it was another thing entirely to expect him to be comfortable doing the same.

“You still got an in for the DMV database?”

His brows furrowed, “Yea, why?”

She took a deep breath, knowing that there was no going back at this point, “Think you could run a plate for me?”

“Now?”

She shook her head, “Doesn’t have to be now. When…whenever you’re free?”

He thought about it for a moment, eyes dropping to the ground as he mulled over his options. Looking back up at her, he said, “Let me finish with this? Maybe another hour?”

“Yea, that’s fine. Just come get me when you’re ready.”

Juice gave her a nod, but didn’t quite know what else to say. Grace took the silence as her cue to leave and turned on her heel to make her way to the clubhouse. Juice watched her for a minute before forcing himself to get back to work. His mind was racing as he tried to figure out what was going on. It was futile, and a waste of his mental energy to try and predict what he was walking into, and he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself. Grace never asked him for anything, never really asked anyone for anything for that matter. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head to he could focus on his work, knowing that the faster he wrapped up, the faster he could get answers to his questions.

In the meantime, Grace kept herself busy in the clubhouse. No matter how many times the guys offered her the job of bartender, she always turned it down. She didn’t want to set herself up to get even more entrenched with the club than she already was. While she recognized that her life as she knew it, the bad and the good, was because of the club, she also knew that she could only grow so much within its confines. Depending on the club as a child and teenager, and depending on the club as an adult were two different things. She never quite knew how to say that without upsetting anyone, though, so instead each time they offered she brushed it off with a joke about how they were all shitty tippers and she wouldn’t be able to cover her rent.

But just because she didn’t work there, didn’t mean that she liked to see the clubhouse looking like a mess. The guys didn’t really care about how neat and orderly things were. Cleanup was always left to the latest prospect, or whoever they roped into working the bar. Needless to say, none of those people took it all that seriously either. So if Grace popped in and needed to keep herself busy for a little bit, there was never a shortage of things to do.

When Juice walked in about an hour later, he came in to see Grace tying the drawstrings on the top of a garbage bag that looked about ready to rip at the seams. His eyes widened as he quickly made his way over to her.

“I got that,” he took it from her to dispose of it, “You don’t gotta do that.”

“Well,” Grace laughed, “someone’s got to. Last time this place looked decent on a regular basis was when you were prospecting,” she smiled, giving him a playful nudge, “The only orderly MC member I’ve ever met.”

Juice let out a quiet laugh, feeling his face heat up a little, “First time for everything,” he cleared his throat, “Let me run this out and then we can…you know…”

Grace chuckled, nodding, “Sounds good.”

Juice came back inside moments later, grabbing his laptop before joining her at the bar. He opened it as he sat down, but before he could get too comfortable, Grace asked him, “Hey, um, could we do this somewhere…not here?” she glanced around, and even though the clubhouse was pretty dead at that point, it could change in an instant, “I don’t really need anyone else asking me about this.”

He nodded, “Yea, uh, okay,” he hopped off his stool at the bar, “C’mon.”

Grace followed him back to his dorm, and she could feel the nervous energy coming off of him. His pace was quicker than usual, like he didn’t want anyone to see them. She supposed that maybe that wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

Juice shut the door to his room behind the two of them, and Grace couldn’t help but to look around. It was sparse, but it was evident that everything was in the exact place it was supposed to be. The neatness of the room stood in stark contrast to the currently dirty and disheveled appearance of the man that it belonged to. Juice’s cargo pants and T-M work shirt were stained already despite the fact that the day had only just really gotten underway.

He didn’t notice Grace thinking any of that, though, as he gestured for her to take a seat on the edge of his bed. She sat down next to him, nervously twisting her hands in her lap as she watched him pull up all the necessary software on his laptop. His fingers flew across the keys and Grace couldn’t help but to watch in admiration. Juice was usually the butt of every joke from the rest of the guys, but until this moment Grace had to admit that she had never really seen him in his element. He was like a completely different person.

“You said you needed me to run a plate?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yea,” she paused, “Like I said, if you don’t want to you don’t have to.”

He shook his head, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay,” she looked back and forth between her hands in her lap, and the screen in Juice’s, “But just, promise me something?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t tell Jax about this.”

His expression faltered, “Wh-why not?”

She shook her head, “Because this isn’t any of his business,” there was a long stretch of silence between them, “Promise?”

He paused, really thinking over whether or not that was something he could promise her. The pleading look in her eyes hit too close to home, though, and he knew that he didn’t really have a choice, “Okay. Promise.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, she rattled off the license plate number to him. It took him no time at all to get the vehicle and registration details. Grace could’ve left it at that, but she figured that while she had Juice’s attention and the means to do it, they might as well look into the registered owner of the car. The name didn’t ring a bell, but if Juice could pull up a picture maybe something more would jog her memory. The guy had been wearing a mask, but maybe she’d seen him somewhere before. After all, it was difficult to believe that a total stranger had chased her down like that—there must’ve been some kind of connection.

“AJ Weston…” Juice’s tone was contemplative.

“You know the name?”

He sighed, “Sounds familiar. Hold on,” he pulled up another window and dove into another search, easily pulling up photos of the man in question.

Both their eyes went wide when they saw the pictures in front of them, each of them simultaneously saying, “Oh, shit,” when the recognition hit them.

The weight of their discovery hung in the air. Grace had only seen that man once—standing outside talking to David’s brother. She had no idea what the connection was, if there was any at all. However, in a small town like Charming, it was hard to believe that the Deputy Chief’s older brother, a family who had never had any use for the club, fraternizing with the man who had attacked her, was just a big coincidence. There was too little information to do anything with, though. There was no one that she could go to.

Juice, on the other hand, knew all too well who the guy was and what he was capable of. They hadn’t spoken much, but you don’t get to be his rank in the Aryan Brotherhood by being a friendly, chummy individual. He might’ve been under Zobelle’s thumb, but he had all the animosity and willingness to get his hands dirty that the more well-known businessman didn’t. He was a guy that Juice wanted as little to do with as possible, for a multitude of reasons.

“Why’d you say you needed this plate again?” Juice asked, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.

“I didn’t,” Grace’s face was paler than usual as she tried to take a deep breath, “Thank you, Juice. I, I owe you,” she gave him a brief, but tight, hug before getting up off the bed and making her way towards his dormitory door.

Juice called out after her, but she was in no mood to linger. She needed to get out, get away from the club and everything that came with it for a while. She was making a direct line towards the door of the clubhouse, not taking note of anyone in her path.

She was already halfway to the door by the time Juice made it to the dorm hallway. Jax was standing at the hallway intersection, only having seen Grace’s rushed exit and the way she ignored not only Juice calling after her, but Jax trying to get her attention as well, and then Juice coming into the hall looking worried.

Jax’s mind automatically went to the worst, and he found himself getting tense and defensive, “What happened?”

Juice knew by the look in Jax’s eyes that if he didn’t say the right thing, the outcome was going to be bad. He fumbled his way through a lie, not wanting to break his promise to Grace so soon after making it, “She came in upset, said she’s been having a rough time. I, I tried to get her to talk about why and she stormed out.”

“Shit, alright,” Jax didn’t offer up anything else as he turned and tried to catch up to his sister.

He made it out to the lot as Grace was pulling her helmet down over her head. He called out for her, and Jax knew that she had heard him by the way that she hesitated for a moment. But it wasn’t enough to persuade her to stay. The sound of her bike’s engine cut through the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the compound before she took off. Jax sighed heavily, running his hands back through his hair. He knew that he could take off after her, but he also knew that that wasn’t going to get him anywhere.

When Grace got back to her apartment that night, after a day of cruising around and going nowhere in particular in an attempt to clear her head, the first thing she noticed was her brother’s bike parked in the lot. Taking a deep breath, she cut the engine on her own and made her way inside.

Heading straight up the stairs, she got to her apartment door to find it locked. Despite how tired she was, she couldn’t help but to laugh as she popped the key into the lock. At least he was courteous enough to be safe when he showed up uninvited.

When she pushed the door open, she heard the sound of her television and while she wanted to be a little annoyed at Jax for popping up without an invitation when she had clearly showed no interest in wanting to talk to him just yet, she found a sense of comfort in not coming back to an empty home. She wasn’t going to tell him that, though.

“Gave you that key for emergencies, you know,” she said with a laugh as she stepped into the living room.

“It was an emergency,” Jax looked up at her from his position of being sprawled out on the couch, “The Chinese food was gonna get cold if I stayed outside.”

“You’re the wor—” she stopped herself short, setting down her helmet and peeking into the bag of takeout food, “Did you get eggrolls?”

“Pfft,” Jax scoffed, a smirk taking, “did I get eggolls. I’m not a rookie.”

She laughed, reaching into the bag and pulling out the pack of food, “Debatable.”

That was the last that either of them spoke for a while. They got through dinner and a few episodes of a mindless television show in comfortable silence. It was evident that they each knew the other was holding out on something, but it was nice to pretend to just be two siblings having dinner together at the end of a long day. For a little while there were no ulterior motives. It was short-lived, though.

“Juice said that you were upset earlier?” Jax finally spoke up.

Grace sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before shaking her head, “It really wasn’t a big deal. I’ve just…I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Got overwhelming,” she shrugged in an attempt to downplay the entire situation.

“Anything to do with the letter on your fridge?”

Grace’s heart dropped into her stomach, “Fuck.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going back to school?”

She shrugged, not able to meet his eyes, “Not like our family has a history of being pro-school…or pro…having a life outside the club.”

“The whole family? Really?” he cocked an eyebrow.

She knew exactly what he was getting at, “I didn’t want you telling Mom. Or Clay.”

“I wouldn’t. If you asked me to, I would’ve kept my mouth shut.”

She pressed her lisp together for a moment, not really having prepared herself for this whole discussion with everything that had been going on lately, “I’m sorry. I just, I know that Mom gets into everyone’s heads. Doing this shit was tough enough, I didn’t need her making it more difficult.”

“You think I just tell her everything?”

“No, no. She just, you know,” she made a fake strangling motion with her hands, “boa constricts shit out of people.”

It got Jax to chuckle. He knew that Grace was right, and he couldn’t pretend that there weren’t times over the years when he kept things from her for a while for the same exact reason. It just felt shitty being on the other end of it, especially with something that was so impressive. Both of them had been great at school, and while Jax had always known that it didn’t quite matter for him because his life was going to be about the club, there was always part of him deep down that wanted Grace to make more out of her life than waiting around on the MC.

“How long have you known you were in?”

She shook her head, “Literally just found out when I got home yesterday.”

“Woulda brought something to celebrate if I’d known,” there was a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. Underneath it all, despite the fact that it stung that she didn’t want to tell him, he was still proud of her.

Grace stopped herself before she made a comment about the fact that she and Opie had celebrated enough. She didn’t want to end up pouring more salt into the wound. Besides, she knew that Jax wouldn’t end up taking it out on her, and Opie didn’t deserve the brunt of something that wasn’t his fault.

“Save the celebrating for when I survive it all,” she laughed.

“That all that’s been going on?” despite the smile on her face, Jax could still see it in her eyes that something was nagging at her.

She shrugged, “There’s always shit going on with us, right? That’s like, our thing. Teller family curse,” she looked over at him and saw that her response wasn’t what he had been looking for. She shook her head, “I’m alright, Jax. Promise,” there was a beat of silence between them, “What about you?”

“What about me?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m not the only one who’s been looking like shit lately,” she chuckled, “You good? Club good?”

“I’m good,” it wasn’t a complete lie, “The club is…figuring shit out.”

“What’s there to figure?” she posed the question, not exactly expecting an overly informative answer.

He huffed out a sigh as he raked his fingers back through his hair, “Same this that we’ve been trying to figure the last few years.”

“Guns and staying out of prison?” there was a small smirk on her face.

He chuckled, nodding, “Yea, guns and staying out of prison.”

A few minutes of silence passed between them before Grace spoke up again, having let the previous conversation fall by the wayside for both their sakes, “You crashing here tonight?”

Jax shook his head, leaning forward so that his elbows propped against his knees, “Nah, I gotta get going. Kid’s coming home soon and the house is still a mess.”

“Gonna get a lot of cleaning done at this hour?” Grace knew her brother well enough to know that he was going to go home and pass out, either on the couch or in his bed.

“No, but I can guarantee that Mom is still there. Gonna go kick her ass out,” he smiled and shook his head.

“Let her know that any time she wants to clean my place, she’s more than welcome.”

Jax rolled his eyes as he stood up, “Right,” he leaned down, kissing the top of his sister’s head, “Call me if you need anything, alright?”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The next morning, once Grace had showered off the day and night before, she grabbed her laptop and started doing some snooping of her own. While she didn’t have access to as many things as Juice did, there was still a lot that she could find out about people if she took the time. The internet was a wild west that was at her disposal even without hacking into anything. The name AJ Weston had been playing on an incessant loop in her brain since she and Juice had come across it the day before.

She knew for a fact that she shouldn’t be following up on anything that she found on her own, but there wasn’t anyone else that she could go to. She’d pulled Juice into enough shit asking him to look into things with her in the first place, and she still didn’t want to bring any of this to Jax or Opie. They had too much going on with the club, and if this asshole was aiming to create tension between them all, she didn’t want to let him have that.

The thought crossed her mind to call Hale, but he was still playing by the rules of Charming PD. She wasn’t mad at him for that, per se, but it reminded her that there was still a degree of separation between the two of them. No matter how much Hale wanted to help her, he was still a cop, and he was still very much aware of who the rest of her family was and what they did. At the core of it, she knew that it was always going to be hard for him to trust her. Maybe she shouldn’t blame him for that part of it, but she did. She stared at his name in her contacts for longer than she should’ve before completely abandoning the idea of calling him.

She rolled up to the address that she’d come across, brows instantly furrowing in confusion. Of all the places that she thought this guy would be working, frequenting, whatever, she wasn’t expecting to roll up to a cigar shop. For a moment she thought that maybe she’d written down the wrong address, or stumbled across information on the wrong guy, but when she saw a very familiar Charming PD Jeep parked along the sidewalk, she had the feeling that she was in the exact right place.

Even before Grace pulled off her helmet, Hale knew that she was looking at him. A knot formed in his stomach, knowing that whatever was about to unfold between them, wasn’t going to be pretty. She was angry, and she had every right to be, but that didn’t mean that she could go trying to handle all of this on her own the way that everyone in the club always seemed to handle things. If that was what she had wanted, she shouldn’t have brought any of it to the cops in the first place.

Lifting her helmet off of her head, she tucked it against her hip as she locked eyes with Hale from a little ways down the block. She saw the rise and fall of his shoulders, knowing that that sigh was in preparation for whatever talk they were going to try to have about her showing up there.

Hooking her helmet onto the handlebar, she swung herself off of her bike. While Hale had parked directly in front of the shop, she’d chosen to park a few storefronts down. A little extra distance couldn’t hurt, especially since she didn’t have a badge to hide behind like Hale did.

“Didn’t know that you were into cigars,” Hale spoke up first as he went down the sidewalk towards her.

Grace tucked her hands into her back pockets as she met him halfway, “Could say the same about you. Don’t think it’s all that great to be smoking them around your cancer-ridden supervisor, hm?”

He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest, “What’re you doing here, Grace?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that.”

“I’m a cop. I’m allowed to show up and question people—it’s part of my job. What are you doing here?”

“Following up on some leads of my own, Hale.”

“You can’t just—”

“You knew,” her tone was sharp as she fought the urge to yell, “Before I even left your office, you fucking knew.”

“I told you I needed to follow up and I would tell you—”

“Just look at his fucking face David!”

“Don’t,” he stepped in closer to her, quieting his own voice in the hopes that she would mirror him, “Stop yelling, alright?” he stopped, sighing, “What was your plan, anyway? Go in there and blow his brains out? In a shop in the middle of Main Street?”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m not an idiot, you know.”

“Keep it that way, and don’t start doing anything stupid.”

“You’re supposed to have my back,” she shook her head, “Why didn’t you tell me—”

“Because I didn’t want this to happen,” he gestured between her and the cigar shop, “But I should’ve known you’d go to someone and have them do your digging for you.”

“Fuck you,” her voice was harsher than he’d ever heard it before, “Don’t talk to me like that, like I’m a child who did something wrong. Some asshole tried to assault me—I have every right to hunt him down if I want to.”

“You want me to help you, Grace?” he was fighting the urge to grab her by her shoulders, to try and shake some sense into her before she got herself hurt, or worse.

“Do you want to help me, Deputy?”

“You know I do.”

“Then stop holding out on me.”

“It’s not that simple. I gotta—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a door opened a little ways down the block, a man stepping out with a clearly fake smile on his face. Grace’s stomach churned at the sight of him, hands coming to her sides and clenching into fists. Hale looked over his shoulder when he saw her reaction, and he felt the tension rise in his own body as well when he saw the smug look on Weston’s face. The man walked towards the two of them, looking perfectly pleasant and professional to anyone who didn’t know the intricacies of the situation, despite the wicked bruise on his face.

“Officer, wasn’t expecting to see you today,” he stopped beside the man he’d been speaking to as he looked Grace dead in the eyes, “Afternoon, ma’am. Something I can help you with?”

His voice alone made her sick to her stomach. She shook her head, fighting the trembling in her hands, “I’m good,” she looked at Hale, hoping that the tears she felt beginning to sting at her eyes weren’t painfully obvious, “If I don’t hear from you before the end of the day—”

“You will,” his tone was steady, reassuring.

She didn’t offer either of them another look or a goodbye as she got back onto her bike. As soon as her helmet was on, she was whipping away from the curb, glad that the full-coverage of her headgear hid the fact that the tears were running down her cheeks now. She fought to control her breathing as she tried to figure out where she should go next.

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Working It Out (4055 words) by tabbytabbytabby Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chris Argent/Dr. Geyer Characters: Dr. Geyer (Teen Wolf), Chris Argent, Liam Dunbar, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Worried Liam Dunbar, Protective Liam Dunbar, Werewolf Dr. Geyer, Breaking Up & Making Up, Confessions, Werewolf Reveal, Dr. Geyer's Name Is David Summary:

When David is attacked and left to die, he gives Scott permission to bite him to save his life. Once awake, he has to deal with the realities of being a werewolf, and just what that means for his relationship with Chris.

For Day 5 of @drgeyerappreciation​ week. For the Hurt/Comfort space of @twbingo​. Card under the cut.