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drabbles-mc · 3 years ago

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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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thelyingpierrot · 3 years ago

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slashxit · 6 years ago

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Slasher Preferences: Comforting You After A Bad Day.

A/N: This is my first official time writing for any of the slasher boys so I hope these are good. This is mighty short and for that, I apologize, but I have several preferences and drabble things in the works. Hope you all enjoy! Feel free to talk to me and request things.

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Michael Myers

- Michael is far from the most comforting person, but with you, he slowly learned and tried the best he could. If you were having a bad day, hr wouldn't exactly know how to react until you sat down and cried. He'd approach you and sit down next to you. You'd nuzzle into his side and he'd warm up and let you cry on him.

Jason Vorhees

- Jason is all about taking care of you. He's a gentle giant to those he cares about. When you're having a bad day, he instantly knows and is quick to get you anything you need. If you need cuddles, he's right there next to you with a looted trinket or two to make you feel better.

Bubba Sawyer

- Speaking of gentle giants and complete sweethearts, Bubba would notice you acting different and would try to make you smile in any way he could think of. The one that always seems to work is a silly dance thing. You would just look up and couldn't resist a giggle slipping from your lips.

Bo Sinclair

- Being the rougher of the twins, Bo doesn't understand other people emotions well. If he's known you for a while and knows what makes you smile, he'd try it, but usually, he'll just give you space and try to talk to you when you've calmed down.

Vincent Sinclair

- Vincent is the complete opposite. He's no stranger to emotions and despite a troubled past, he still has the most caring. When you have a bad day, you usually open up to him about it and he instantly initiates an embrace and holds you until your content. Afterward, he might make you a small carving to ease your feelings. A good luck charm of sorts.

Billy Loomis

- If you've had a bad day, he'd pick up on your bad vibes and ask you what's wrong. Opening up to him usually led to him embracing you and stroking your hair gently while you cried on his shoulder.

Stu Macher

- Stu is very similar to Billy in terms of his reaction to you being upset after a bad day, but he'd be more apt to fully embrace you and get you anything you needed. He'd wipe away your tears with his thumbs and ask if there was anything he could do to see that precious smile.

David McCall

- When David notices that you're upset his mind would immediately race to who he'd have to hurt. You assure him that no one person hurt you and that you just need to get out your emotions, he'd hug you and let you cry on him. He'll save the hurting anyone who hurts you thing until you're calm and back to a happy state.

#slashers #slasher imagines #ghostface #bubba sawyer #Michael Myers #jason voorhees #David Mccall #Stu Macher #x reader #Billy Loomis #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #friday the 13th #Fear 1996 #Scream #House of Wax #Fluff #Imagines #preferences

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fan-imagines · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

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Personal Favorites {}

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Teen Wolf

Scott McCall-Blue Eyes {}

Scott McCall-Being an Argent pt.2

Liam Dunbar-Rumor Has It

The Vampire Diaries

Salvatores-Forbidden Acquaintance pt.2

Salvatores-Sister

Supernatural

Dean Winchester-Year and a Half

Dean Winchester-Tag #

Sam Winchester-Nightmare #

Winchesters-Bobby

Lucifer-Always Protect You ()--

The Maze Runner

Minho-Twin Brother

Newt-A Walk **

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove-My Dad ()

Billy Hargrove-Through the Window {}()

Steve Harrington-Be a Hero **

Actors

Dylan O’brien-Big Girls Don’t Cry {}()

Joe Keery-Glamour Interview

The 100

Bellamy Blake-Sky People

Bellamy Blake-We Are Grounders {}

Bellamy Blake-Second in Command **

John Murphy-Grateful **

Influencers

David Dobrik-New Car

Cameron Dallas-Not Your Fault ()

Sam Golbach-Everything I Have ()

Grey’s Anatomy

Jackson Avery-Bleeding Out

Mark Sloan-A Cheater

Mark Sloan-Said Yes ()

Alex Karev-It’s Hard

Singers

Shawn Mendes-Bad Reputation

Gossip Girl

Nate Archibald-Need Me {}

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes-Bloody Idiot

Floribama Shore

Gus Smyrnios-Bar Fight ()

Baywatch

Eddie Kramer-Good Lifeguard

Walking Dead

Glenn Rhee-China Man

#teen wolf imagine #tw imagines #the vampire diaries imagines #tvd imagine #supernatural imagines #spnimagines #tfwimagines #the maze runner imagines #tmr imagines #stranger things imagine #st imagines #the 100 imagine #thecwimagine #youtuber imagines #greysanatomyimagines #gossip girl imagines #sherlock imagines #floribama shore imagines #baywatch imagines

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writingandimagines · 6 years ago

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Requests are open!!!!

Currently available to request:

Harry Potter: Characters include - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Bill Weasley Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Luna Lovegood, Oliver Wood, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lilly Evans, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lilly Luna Potter, Rose Granger-Weasley, Hugo Granger-Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Louis Wealsey, Molly Weasley II, Lucy Weasley, Roxanne Weasley, Fred Weasley II, Lorcan Scamander, Lysander Scamander, Frank Longbottom II, Alice Longbottom II, Scorpius Malfoy

Maze Runner: Newt, Thomas, Gally, Minho, Teresa

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan, Grover Underwood

Heroes of Olympus: Leo Valdez, Jason Grace, Thalia Grace, Nico Di Angelo, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque

Divergent: Beatrice “Tris” Prior, Caleb Prior, Eric, Peter Hayes, Tobias ‘Four’ Eaton, Will, Christina

Jurassic World: Owen Grady, Zach Mitchell, Gray Mitchell, Claire Dearing

Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Queenie, Jacob Kowalski, Credence Barebone

Teen Wolf: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Aiden Steiner, Ethan Steiner, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Jordan Parrish, Chris Argent,

The Vampire Diaries: Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, Niklaus Mickaelson, Caroline Forbes, Katherine Pierce, Bonnie Bennett, Alaric Saltzman, Elijah Maikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Kai Parker, Tyler Lockwood, Rebekah Mikaelson, Matt Donovan, Hayley Marshall,

The Originals: Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Detroit Become Human: Connor (RK800), Markus (RK200), Kara (AX400), Luther (TR400), Daniel (PL600), Simon (PL600), North (WR400), Ralph (WR600), Alice (YK500), Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson

Mystic Messenger: V, Unknown, 707, Yoosung, Jaehee Kang, ZEN, Jumin Han,

Narnia: Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Prince Caspian

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children: Jacob Portman, Emma Bloom, Enoch O’Connor, Bronwyn Bruntley, Millard Nullings, Olive Elephanta, Claire Densmore, Fiona Frauenfeld, Victor Buntley, Hugh Apiston, Horace Somnusson,

The Flash (Season 1-2): Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, Iris West, Dr. Caitlin Snow, Eddie Thawne

Shadowhunters/The Mortal Instruments (1-2): Clary Fray, Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Simon Lewis, Magnus Bane, Raphael Santiago

Legends of Tomorrow (Season 1): Rip Hunter, Ray Palmer, Martin Stein, Jefferson “Jax” Jackson, Sara Lance, Kendra Saunders, Carter Hall, Mick Rory, Leonard Snart

Once upon a Time: Emma Swan, Mary-Margaret Blanchard/Snow White, David Nolan/Prince Charming, Regina Mills/Evil Queen, August Booth/Pinocchio, Henry Mills, Ruby/Red Riding Hood, Jefferson/Mad Hatter, Killian Jones/Captain Hook, Peter Pan

13 Reasons Why: Clay Jenson, Hannah Baker, Justin Foley, Tyler Down, Zach Dempsey, Montgomery De La Cruz, Jessica Davis, Sherri Holland, Tony Padilla, Ryan Shaver, Scott Reed

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At the moment there are a few fandoms that I am behind on, but I am in the process of watching them in order to catch up. Updates will be posted when I feel I am able to write for more characters. If you want a character that is not on the list currently please feel free to ask about them, I may just have missed them.

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thewolffearsher · 6 years ago

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The Hale Pack Revised (Sterek)

Can also be read on Ao3 where I’ve posted for the first time and am thinking about posting my other Tumblr drabbles at.

Sterek is Endgame, Deter towards the end if you squint really, really hard, references to incest, and even though it ruins the surprise element of the story I have to say Mpreg, Allison Argent/Scott McCall/Isaac Lahey at the end of you squint even harder.

The Hale Pack is traditional, they had human blood in their veins, only wolfblood, no incest, no gays, no trans. The were the best of the best. They were notorious for protecting those that need it and even those that betray them.

So, Derek grew up in a strict household okay? Well as strict as a house full of werewolves can be. Hale is a traditional name, like so traditional that when his mom married his dad he took her name, even his uncle Peter had to legally change his last name! His mom hates Uncle Peter, that much he knows, but she loves his dad and his dad loves his only brother, his only family member. Uncle Peter and his dad never tell him why they’re the only ones left and the one time he asked his mom grounded him for a week. He had asked Uncle Peter when they were away from everybody and the anger in his eyes made Derek take the question back. According to his mother Uncle Peter was everything that was wrong with the world. He heard people talk about Uncle Peter behind his and Peter have told Derek, “Don’t be like your wretched Uncle Peter.” Derek wasn’t sure why what Uncle Peter did and who he is was wrong, but it was.

“Don’t court young.” “Don’t date humans.” “Don’t dates young.” “Don’t marry young.” “Don’t marry humans.” “Don’t marry other species.” “Don’t marry the same gender.” “Don’t have sex.” “Don’t, Don’t, Don’t.” That’s all Derek heard from his family, he didn’t even know what he was suppose to do! It was always don’t do this don’t do that. Uncle Peter took all of his mother’s don'ts and squashed them like a little bug. Uncle Peter dated a human that was only 17 years old to his 20 years old, Uncle Peter courted the human at 19 years old to his 21 years old, Uncle Peter married the human at 20 years old to his 23 years old, and to throw everything in his mother's face she took the Hale name. Uncle Peter likes to joke, “If only you were a man, my love.” And pretends to be wistful, but Derek knows Uncle Peter doesn’t mean it.

Derek was 14 when he stopped calling Talia his mom and started calling Uncle Peter just Peter, “Because you’re my friend.” Derek was 13 when he fell in love with a human girl and he cried for weeks before going to Peter and asking him about it. “Derek, if you’re in love then you’re in love there’s nothing wrong about it. Your aunt Ales is human, don’t forget that.” Two months later a rival pack killed her, Derek told Talia Paige was just his friend and that he would like to stay with Peter and Aunt Ales for a while. Derek was 16 when he started dating an older woman, but when he told her he couldn’t tell his family she broke up with him claiming, “I knew you weren’t smart you stupid little brat, I should’ve used someone else to get to the Hale’s.” Derek went to Peter again, Peter has came home with blood on his hands and a feral grin on his face. Aunt Ales came in behind him, she looked a bit scared and explained that “Kate, is that the name she told you? Kate is an Argent and she’s the one that killed Peter’s family and she had planned on burning the Hale’s alive.” Derek didn’t leave his room all summer.

Derek was 22 and this time he was completely sure that he had met his mate. Big brown eyes, pale, mole dotted skin, best friend a werewolf, oh how much he knew. The boy, however was 17, he knew he couldn’t show to boy his affections, not after what Kate had done to him. Kate had been his first time, Kate used and manipulated him when he was under the age of consent, he was pretty sure Peter killed Kate. When Derek found out the best friend was dating Allison Argent he retreated back into his hole of nothingness. It took Peter and Aunt Ales to talk him out of it and to get him to ask questions. “And Derek, don’t forget a male werewolf can get anyone pregnant.” So Derek dated the boy, waited till he was 18 to have sex with him.

Derek was 24 when the boy showed up crying on his doorstep and babbling like a maniac, all Derek caught was, “I know we used condoms, but condoms break Der and I didn’t-“ Derek ushered the boy inside, but he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. The boy still hadn’t looked at him, “God, I don’t know what to do Der, I’m 19, I can’t have a baby. I want to have a baby so bad Der, but what about college and and-“ The boy looked up at Derek, “You want the baby?” “Of course I do, I love the both of you already and college and everything else’s we’ll figure it out, I promise.” Derek grabbed the boys hands. “What about your family?” The boy sniffled, “We can go to Peter and my Aunt, we can do this right.” The boy looks up at Derek, tears have stopped falling from his eyes, “Have you told anyone?” Derek asks, concerned, “Your father?” The boy shakes his head. “No, I told my sister. She’s knows about werewolves and everything.” “Okay, I’ll tell Peter and my Aunt, we can do this.” The boy chuckles, “I haven’t even met them and now we’re going to them for help.” He laugh his a little breathless, a little ruthless. “They’re going to love you, I mean I never stop talking about you.”

“Stiles, you’re the boy Derek got pregnant.” Aunt Ales stares at the boy and turns to Derek, “Derek, you’re the boy that got my brother pregnant.” And Derek chokes on air, Stiles is what? his cousin? Peter cackles, literally cackles, “Oh Talia is going to love this!” “Peter, darling, this is a serious situation.” “You all need to just calm down, Stiles and Derek are in love and have a baby on the way, who cares about semantics? It’s not like Stiles and Derek are blood relatives, I’m not even blood related to Talia.” “But you are to David.” Peter rolls his eyes, “Please, we all know Derek isn’t David’s.” Aunt Ales looks at Derek, who shrugs, Talia had been at a conference in the time frame it takes for someone to get pregnant and his dad had been him with the kids. “Besides,” Peter shrugs, “It doesn’t matter, I’d even have sex with my own Nephew, we all know my morals.” “I’m your nephew.” “Yes, well-.” “No!” Stiles’ voice shouts through the air, “I’m really not onboard with imagining my sisters husband fucking my baby daddy.” Peter smirks, Stiles had no problem with them being uncle and nephew.

Derek was 25 when Stiles took the Hale name, Talia was enraged. She screamed at the wedding, David was silent, Peter cackled, Ales smiled. Peter joked about it being a shotgun wedding and Stiles had laughed so hard in induced labor and it made Stiles and Peter laugh harder.

Derek was 26, Stiles was 22, Noah Peter Hale was 1, Peter was 31, Ales was 28, when Peter killed an Alpha. And with them joined Scott, the best werewolf friend, Lydia the Banshee, Jackson the Kanima, Malia the Werecoyote, Allison the Hunter and a bunch of other werewolves.

The Hale Pack was untraditional. They were a mixture of 1,000 different type of species and rumor is they even harbor an Argent. They have an interlude of gays and even a Poly couple. They protect those who need protection and kill anybody that betrays them or simply gets in their way.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles x derek #peter hale #derek x peter is you squint #mieczyslaw stilinski #stiles has a sister #derek hale #sterek drabble #alive hale family #sane peter hale #mpreg #sfw #Malia isnt Peter’s Daughter

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sincerelysaraahh · 7 years ago

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TV Shows Master List

The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Damon Salvatore ;

Can I? // The Boy Next Door

Imagines/Drabbles

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson / Jospeh Morgan

Kai Parker

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

The Walking Dead

Negan

Daryl Dixon

Once Upon A Time

Henry Mills

Killian Jones / Rogers

David Nolan

Rumplestiltskin / Gold

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski / Dylan O’Brien

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove / Dacre Montgomery

Steve Harrington

Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow / Kit Harington

Jaime Lannister

Robb Stark / Richard Madden

Crossover Imagines

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drabbles-mc · 3 years ago

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State of Grace (2)

David Hale x OFC (Grace Teller)

Warnings: language, alcohol, mentions of violence

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: I think about Hale and Grace on the daily I swear lmao. Another long update because we’re still building out characters and dynamics and everything. It’s not super Hale-focused, but I do want to emphasize and build her friendships and relationships with everyone else, and in my mind Opie has been her day one. Shout-out to @garbinge for listening to me talk about these guys, and all my OC’s and plots all the time. Big loves.

Chapter Index

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Grace got to the compound after her meeting with Hale. She felt a little better after having talked to someone about it, but not much. There was still a heavy weight in her bones as she made her way into the office at T-M. Gemma wasn’t there, and she had never been so relieved to not see her own mother. The last thing she needed was for Gemma to pry into why she seemed so exhausted.

She was idly flipping through the orders for the day when she heard a faint whistling coming from the doorway. She turned around quickly, pleased to see Chucky walking in with a binder clutched to his chest. He saw her, a bright smile taking over his features.

“Amazing Grace,” he set the binder down, “how can I help you?”

The smile that crept across her face was genuine, “Hey, Chucky. Just looking to see if there’s a spot for me to work on my bike? Just need to keep myself busy today.”

Without hesitation he nodded, “Fourth stall. All yours for as long as you need it.”

“Perfect,” she smiled at him, “Thank you, Chucky.”

He didn’t offer up much more than another nod and smile before she turned and walked back out of the office. Without really talking to any of the men who were working at day, she rolled her bike in and got it up onto the lift. She put her headphones on, hoping to drown out the last of the noise outside her head and give her another thing to focus on besides the tools in her hands as she attempted to distract herself from everything that had happened in the previous twenty-four hours.

The painstaking process of modifying her bike was something that she could only describe as a labor of love. The parts didn’t come cheap, and neither did all of the extra paint jobs and other detailing that she wanted done. It was a long, slow process, especially when she was constantly scraping together the money for it, but it was all starting to come together and it was something that truly never failed to put her in a good headspace. Just like her brother and her father, she was always finding something to tinker with.

Time became irrelevant as she worked, song after song reverberating through her headphones. She half noticed the other mechanics milling about, the guys from the club clocking their minimal number of hours for legitimate income. She didn’t look at any of them, though, and neither of them tried to get her attention either. Even though she didn’t say anything, they knew that now wasn’t the time to try and talk to her.

She was rifling through the tool chest for a different size wrench when she felt someone’s hand land on her shoulder. Without thinking, she flung her elbow back, hard, sending whoever it was tumbling back a few steps. She whipped around, pulling her headphones out as she did. Eyes wide she realized that she’d just slammed her elbow into Opie’s throat.

He coughed, cupping his neck where she’d just connected with it as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Grace shook her head, twisting her hands nervously in front of her.

“Fuck, Ope, I’m sorry,” she stepped in closer to him, “You alright?”

Clearing his throat, he nodded, “Yea, all good,” he took a moment to really look at her, “You alright? You look like shit.”

“Must be going around,” she muttered.

“Didn’t hear from you last night—wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Yea,” she lied, “Sorry about that. Totally blanked when I got home. My bad.”

“You sure you’re good?” it’d been a long time since he’d seen her looking so haggard.

“I’m fine. Just didn’t get to sleep much last night,” she shook her head as she tried to piece together a lie that would be enough to get Opie off her back, “Dude above me was arguing with his girlfriend all fucking night. Was about this close to banging my room against the ceiling and telling him to just dump her ass already.”

“You gotta get your own house, Gracie,” Opie said with a soft laugh.

“It’s on the very long list of things that I’m working on,” there was a long pause between them before she spoke up again, “Sorry about your neck.”

“It was a good shot, can’t lie,” he looked over at her bike, “How’s she comin’ along?”

It got a smile out of Grace, “Slow but steady. Ordered custom rims a couple days ago that should come in in the next week or so.”

“Spinners?” Opie asked with a laugh.

She rolled her eyes, “Not quite. You’ll see when they get here.”

“Can’t wait,” he pulled her into a hug, feeling her body tense for a couple seconds before she finally relaxed, “Go home and get some rest. Gemma sees you lookin’ like this you’re never gonna hear the end of it.”

Shaking her head, Grace leaned farther into him, “Can’t afford to be knocking out just yet.”

Opie looked around, making sure that no one else nearby was listening to their conversation before asking, “You hear anything yet?”

She didn’t realize what he was talking about at first. Her brain was so scrambled from everything that had been happening that she completely forgot about the rest of her life. She stared up at Opie with a blank expression on her face for a few seconds before he realized that she didn’t follow his train of thought whatsoever.

“School?” he offered up one word to jog her memory.

Recognition lit up behind her eyes, “Oh! Shit. Right,” she shook her head, “Not yet. That’s normal, though. Probably in the next week I’ll be getting letters back,” she sighed, “Fingers crossed.”

“You tell Jax?”

“No,” there was zero hesitation in the response, “Love him, but he wouldn’t be able to keep something like that to himself.”

“You think he’d tell Gemma?”

“Not on purpose,” she gave him a slight defense, “But he’s got no filter and you know how easily she gets inside everyone’s heads.”

“Right,” he gave a slow nod.

Opie was surprised at how well Grace had been able to keep it from everyone. The fact that he was the only one who had any idea what was going on, and that he had found out by accident, was quite the feat. Grace had never been the type of person to be overly secretive. Sure, their lifestyle demanded a certain level of discretion, but she was always open whenever she could be—it was easier that way. She had no time for remembering lies was what she always told everyone. And even growing up, when she felt that she had to hide something from Gemma and Clay, she still always confided in Jax and Opie, or vice versa. The more Opie thought about it, the more he realized that he’d never seen her keep a secret on complete lock before.

“You won’t be sworn to secrecy much longer,” she stepped back from him and ran her fingers through her hair, “By the end of next week, either everyone is gonna know, or there won’t be anything for anyone to know.”

“It’s gonna work out,” he was never overly emotional when he spoke, but there was still certainty to his tone.

She appreciated his positivity, because it wasn’t often that he went out of his way to be optimistic like that, but she still didn’t want to get her hopes up too high only to have them crushed, “We’ll see.”

A couple days ticked by and Grace hadn’t heard anything from Hale. Everything seemed a little too silent. She wanted to stop by the station and ask him what was going on, but she knew that if Unser saw her there again, she wouldn’t be able to get out as easily as she had the first time. She knew that he would ask questions, and if she didn’t give just the right answer, he would head right to Clay, or worse, right to Gemma. The one time that Grace actually hoped that he would stop by T-M looking for Jax or one of the guys, and he was nowhere to be found.

She’d been taking the longest route possible to get home. She knew that it didn’t quite matter, because whoever it was could easily just tail her and try to corner her again, but it was the only thing that gave her any semblance of peace. She’d been sleeping on the couch in her apartment’s living room in an attempt to be closer to the door, hoping that it would clue her in if anything was about to happen. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t a permanent solution, but it allowed her to get some shuteye that she was desperately needing.

After getting home early one evening, Grace popped open her mailbox in the bottom floor of her apartment building. She was idly flipping through the envelopes as she walked up the stairs to her floor. Most of it was junk mail, a couple credit card companies trying to get her to apply for a card she didn’t need, insurance companies trying to tell her that they can get her a better rate on her motorcycle insurance. She was getting ready to rip the whole stack in half when she got to an envelope that had the name of one of the nursing programs she applied for printed in the top corner.

Part of her wanted to tear into it in the middle of the hallway, but she knew that if it was bad news, she didn’t want to be crying where her neighbors might see her. She hastily walked down to her door and slipped the key into the lock. She tossed all the other envelopes off to the side as she dropped her bag and her keys. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in her mind as she ripped the envelope open at the top.

Her hands were surprisingly steady as she unfolded the slip of paper and scanned the first few lines. Her eyes grew wide, a laugh of disbelief bursting through as a smile spread across her face. As much as she had been hoping that things would work out, she didn’t let herself really believe that they would. She read the entire letter a few times over as she tried to register that it was really happening, that this could be a part of her future.

“Holy shit,” she gasped, running her hand back through her hair. She looked around her apartment for a minute before pulling her phone out of her pocket, dialing the first person who came to mind. After a few rings, she was rewarded with a gruff hello and she couldn’t stop herself from laughing, “Opie, I’m in.”

“What?”

“I’m in! I got my first acceptance letter,” she couldn’t believe that she was actually saying the words out loud.

“Holy shit,” Opie chuckled, “Congratulations.”

“You free? Wanna come over and help me celebrate?”

There was a pause and for a moment Grace thought that he was going to come back with some kind of excuse. But after a few moments of murmuring on the other end of the line, Opie came back on and she could hear the amusement in his voice, “I’ll be there in thirty.”

It was hard to believe that such a rush of good luck came after all the stress and anxiety that had been filling her days, but she wasn’t going to turn away from it. She laid the letter out o her coffee table, letting out one last giggle to herself before getting up and going to change into more comfortable clothes. In the span of just a few minutes, she felt like an entirely new person.

Almost thirty minutes later on the dot, the lock on her apartment door flipped and Opie came striding in, slipping his keys into his pocket as he closed the door behind him. Grace knew logically that it was Opie, but she still clutched the spatula in her hand a little tighter as she leaned back to get a clear view of the door.

Opie chuckled as he kicked his boots off, “I come to celebrate and you’re gonna beat me with a spatula over it?”

She let out a small chuckle, “Can’t hurt to be too careful.”

He saw how quickly the nerves disappeared from her face, so he didn’t push the topic. Shrugging the backpack off his shoulders, he walked over and started pulling things out, “Figured you were set for food,” he glanced over at the stove where she was making breakfast for dinner, “and I was right. So I got some other shit,” he pulled out a bottle of vodka, “Something for you,” he reached in and pulled out a bottle of tequila, “and something for me.”

Grace laughed, setting her utensil down so she could give him a proper hug. Opie tucked her tight against his chest, eliciting a quiet oof from her before it turned into laughter. She leaned into him, taking comfort not only in the safety that he surrounded her with, but the fact that she could feel the pride radiating off of him.

“You did it,” he gave her one more squeeze before releasing her.

Running her fingers back through her hair, she nodded with a laugh, “I did it,” her face lit up, “Oh, shit, look at it!” she practically sprinted over to her coffee table, sweeping the acceptance letter off of it as she went by. When she came back, she slapped it against Opie’s chest, “In black and white.”

His eyes quickly scanned over the paper, a small but proud smile appearing on his face. He nodded his head as he looked back at Grace, who was standing there practically vibrating in place, “I’m proud of you.”

The sincerity of his words settled over her and she felt her entire body calming down. It hit her that she never really heard a lot of that growing up. It was implied, sure, because she worked hard to do what everyone around her considered to be the right thing, but no one really ever took the time to say that they were proud of her, or happy for her, except for Jax and Opie. And, even then, it was sparse because they just weren’t built like that.

But, with something like this, hearing someone tell her that meant everything. Getting the green light from someone that building her life outside the club was a good thing, the right thing, to do, cut loose weights that she didn’t know that she was carrying.

Opie could see all the thoughts racing around her head and playfully bumped her shoulder before walking back to the kitchen and sticking the acceptance letter to the fridge, “Don’t let the pancakes burn.”

“Shit,” Grace laughed, snapping herself out of her sentimental thoughts, “Right,” she went back to the stove and got everything under control. She started laughing again when she heard Opie going through her cabinets looking for glasses, “Nothing like pancakes and shots.”

“Like you’ve never done pancakes and shots first thing in the morning,” he shook his head slightly as he opened the bottles that he’d brought.

Celebrating for the two of them looked different now than when they were kids. It was fun, but it was so much tamer than it used to be, especially if it was just the two of them. When they all partied together at the clubhouse, things still got rowdier than they probably should’ve, but when it was just the two of them there was a nice lack of chaos. They’d eat and drink, doing a little too much of both, as they talked and put movies on in the background that they had no hope of focusing on. It was nothing like the wild nights that they had when they were teenagers, nights that were mostly just blurs of laughter and alcohol and hangovers at that point. It all suited them just fine, though.

“Can I still call you Doctor?” Opie asked as he stood up to get himself another drink.

Grace laughed, shaking her head, “No, because I’m not gonna be a doctor.”

“We call Chibs Doctor.”

Rolling her eyes, she smiled, “Yea, and that’s not accurate either.”

She looked over the back of her couch for a moment before getting up and making her way over to the kitchen as well. She hoisted herself up onto the counter next to where Opie was pulling drinks together for each of them. Neither of them said anything for a minute, each wondering what the other was thinking even though part of them already knew.

“When do you think you’re gonna tell everyone else?” Opie asked, handing her a glass.

With a sigh, Grace shrugged, “I’m not really sure. Maybe when I lock into a program for sure. This is only one of the places I applied to. Hell, might be the only place that accepts me,” she let out a dry chuckle, “but I don’t know that yet.”

“Can’t put it off forever, you know,” he took a sip of his drink.

“I know,” she looked down at the glass in her hands, “I just…I wanna really enjoy it for a bit, you know? Before everyone shits all over it,” she laughed but Opie could see the doubt starting to shade her features.

“They can try,” he nudged her knee, “but you already did it. You’re in, Gracie. They can’t…they can’t take that from you.”

It felt good to hear him say it. She smiled slightly, nodding, “You’re right.”

He laughed, eyebrows raising, “Shit. No more drinks for you,” he motioned like he was going to take her glass away, “Don’t think you’ve ever said that before.”

“Fuck off,” she laughed as she hopped down off the counter, “Let’s go see if any of these kids make it out of the house alive.”

“One of ‘em has to,” he followed her back to the living room, “since there’s three other ones after this.”

“Three?” her eyes grew wide as she laughed.

“Yea,” he chuckled, sitting back down on the couch, “Would’ve been more if they had a doctor like you there to patch them up.”

She couldn’t quell her laughter, all the alcohol from the night hitting her full-force, “Not a doctor, Ope.”

He waved her off, fighting back a laugh, “Close enough.”

Despite how late the two of them stayed up, and regardless of the low-budget horror movie screams that were blaring from her TV, it was the best night’s sleep that Grace had gotten in a long time. And even though she woke with a mild throbbing in her head, she felt rested. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked down to the other end of the couch and saw Opie passed out still, his head resting back on the arm of the couch. She let out a very quiet, very tired laugh as she forced herself to sit upright.

Swinging her legs so that her feet landed on the floor, she leaned forward and propped her elbows against her knees, letting her head come to rest in her hands. She rubbed circles into her temples for a few moments before she got up and started to put away the leftover glasses and plates from the night before. It’d been a while since the two of them had real fun quality time together, existing outside the constraints of the club or even just Jax. It was refreshing, the kind of reset she’d been needing after everything that had been going on lately.

After her shower, she came back into the kitchen to find Opie awake and making coffee for the two of them. They gave each other silent nods of acknowledgment, both of them not quite awake enough, and just a tad too hungover for real conversation with each other.

She was about to grab a box of cereal for breakfast when her phone started to buzz on the counter. With a sigh, she picked it up, her stomach twisting slightly when she saw that it was Charming PD that was calling.

“Hello?” she tried not to sound bothered, not wanting to alter Opie to the fact that something was wrong.

“Hey, Grace,” Hale’s voice came from the other end of the line, “Sorry for the early call.”

“That’s…it’s fine,” she struggled to pull sentences together, “What’s up?”

“Think you could come down to the station today? I had some questions to ask.”

Grace could feel Opie’s eyes on her and she tried desperately to ignore it, “Um, yea. I can do that—no problem. What time?”

“ASAP, preferably.”

She glanced over at the clock and inwardly groaned, “Alright. Be there soon.”

“See you then.”

She ended the call and fought the urge to groan. Slipping her phone into the pocket of her jeans, she went back to getting herself something to eat for breakfast before she went back to reality. The evening before already felt like it was slipping farther and farther away from her.

“All good?” Opie hated prying but she didn’t offer anything up to him like she usually did.

“All good,” she poured milk into her bowl, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs.

“Need company?” he offered, realizing that he wasn’t going to get real answers out of her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to leave her hanging.

“No,” she finally looked over at him, trying her best to give him a convincing smile, “I got it under control, Ope. Thank you.”

He wasn’t fully convinced, but he also knew better than to try and argue with a Teller. He nodded, “Alright. Well,” he downed what was left in his coffee mug before setting it in the sink, “I’m gonna go home and shower. Get ready to deal with your brother.”

She laughed, shaking her head, “He’s your best friend. You chose this life.”

He shook his head, chuckling, “You’re my best friend. Don’t tell him that, though.”

She laughed, “Never.”

Opie put his boots back on and grabbed his backpack before walking over and wrapping Grace in a tight hug, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” she pushed him towards the door, “Go steam the tequila out of your pores.”

“It’s just part of me now,” he shook his head as he walked towards the door to her apartment. He opened the door, not looking back over his shoulder as he called out before leaving, “Proud of you.”

She went to respond but he shut the door before she could. Grace had to laugh, not expecting anything less from him. However, once the laugh left her lips and she was in her apartment alone again, the smile dropped from her face. There was no avoiding the realities that waited for her outside the walls of her apartment.

Tossing the carton of milk back into the fridge, she shut the door. As she was taking a deep breath, her acceptance letter stared her in the face from where Opie had stuck it the night before. She focused on the words printed in front of her, trying to convince herself that there was some kind of cosmic balance in the universe. There had to be, right?

Walking into the station, Grace tried her best to go unnoticed. Unser was always around, but she hoped that he would be caught up in something else so that she could just slink to Hale’s office without him seeing her. She quietly made her way between the desks, mumbling excuse me to whoever she had to slip by.

She was almost there when she heard the voice of a man who’d known her since birth coming from behind her, “Gracie?”

Taking a breath, she stared up at the ceiling for a moment before turning around with a small, nearly convincing smile, “Chief, hey.”

His brows furrowed, clearly trying to suss out the situation, “What brings you here?”

She jerked her thumb towards Hale’s office, trying to sound nonchalant, “Hale called me in. Guess some shit went down and I might’ve been a witness?” she shrugged, “Not much of a detail guy over the phone.”

“Or in person,” Unser offered up with a chuckle.

The knot in her stomach loosened when she realized she might skate through another interaction with the police chief without having to give up any of the truth, “Yea, right. That too.”

Once he started to walk away towards his office, Grace let out a silent sigh of relief and continued to her original destination. The door to Hale’s office was cracked open, and she could hear more than just his voice coming from the inside. The other voice, a woman’s, sounded familiar but Grace couldn’t quite place it.

“C’mon, Davey, lighten up,” the woman’s tone was dripping with sarcasm as she laughed.

Grace was just about to reach forward and knock on the door to alert her arrival when the door was pulled completely open from the other side, revealing a woman that Grace had already heard far too much about from the club.

Before either of the women could say anything, Hale spoke up, already knowing that Stahl was going to try and pounce on this situation for all that it was worth, “Grace, sorry. Agent Stahl was just leaving,” he tried to speed up the woman’s departure.

“Gracie, Gracie,” Stahl looked her up and down, leaning slightly against the door, “Teller’s little sister, right?”

“Don’t ask it like a question when it’s not,” her tone wasn’t mean, but it was firm.

Stahl raised her eyebrows slightly, “Right. Well, I’ll let you get to your, I’m assuming, very important business with the Deputy Chief,” she turned back to Hale, “Keep me posted on what we talked about, alright?”

Hale physically fought the urge to roll his eyes, “Yes.”

Stahl flashed a smile at Grace, “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”

“Can’t wait,” she muttered.

Grace pushed the door closed behind Stahl a little more forcefully than necessary. Hale could see the annoyance on her face, “Sorry about that. She’s—”

“I’ve heard,” Grace didn’t want him to apologize over something that wasn’t his fault. Shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, she lingered close to the door, “What’d you need from me, anyway?”

“Just got some possibilities for vehicles and plates that I wanted you to look over,” he motioned for her to sit down as he took a seat behind his desk.

She sat across the desk from him, watching as he flipped through paperwork to find whatever document he needed her to look over. Watching the focus on his face, she was suddenly transported back to high school all over again. And, while those years were usually something that she would pay money to forget, she found herself smiling at the thought of freshman year David Hale. Same haircut, no muscles to be seen, and coke-bottle glasses to top it all off. He was always quiet, and a little dorky, but even in spite of that the two of them were something resembling friends in school. Grace couldn’t really pinpoint when exactly they’d grown so far apart.

“Here,” his voice pulled her back to the present, “The incident report, and vehicle info.”

She sighed quietly as she took the papers from him, “This feels like it was forever ago now, David. Nothing new is gonna come to mind.”

“Just…read it and see if anything comes to mind. Please. For me.”

He never really tried to pull that card, the do this for me statement was never something that he really kept in his arsenal. That being the case, Grace figured it wouldn’t hurt to reread it and see if it jogged anything in her memory. She leaned back in the chair and started to read it over. Without much of anything else to do, Hale found himself gazing over at her. He could see how tired she was, and he knew that a large portion of that most likely had to do with the entire situation that had landed her in his office only a little more than a week before. He hated not reaching out, but he didn’t know how to go about handling the entire situation and he didn’t want to reach out if he had nothing to offer.

“I can’t remember the plate,” she shook her head as she looked over the information in front of her, “But this looks like the same make of car—same kinda build,” she put the paper down on the desk, pointing to the one that she was talking about.

He nodded, trying to keep his face neutral, “Alright. That’s good.”

“Whose is it?” she asked as she watched him stack the papers back up again.

He shook his head, “Grace—"

“This guy fucking jumped me, David,” exasperation started to bleed into her tone, “I deserve to know.”

“I gotta vet this first. You know that.”

“I’m not gonna tell Jax, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she shook her head, “The whole reason I came to you in the first place is because I can’t go to the club.”

“I’m not worried about your brother—I’m worried about you,” he paused, taking a breath before meeting her gaze, “Let me do what I need to do, okay? When I’ve got some more solid leads I’ll let you know and we can get this all underway.”

She didn’t like it, but she knew that she wasn’t going to win an argument against him about it, either, “Alright.”

“Anything else happen since?” he had a feeling he knew the answer already.

She shook her head, “No.”

“Let me know if anything does?”

She stood up from her chair, “You got it, Deputy,” there was no sincerity in her voice as she said the title.

“We’ll get this sorted out, Grace. I promise.”

She nodded, “Okay. You need anything else?”

He shook his head, “No.”

“Alright,” running her fingers through her hair, she sighed, “Thank you. I know it all just…sucks. I just, I want this to be over with.”

His heart felt heavier just looking at the way she deflated in front of him, “I know you do.”

Before he could try to offer up any other words of reassurance or comfort, she turned and opened the door to his office. Hale thought about walking after her, but there was nothing more to be said for the time being. Leaning back in his chair, he sighed and shook his head.

Grace made her way out of the station, quickly going down the stairs to get to her bike. She walked by David’s brother, a man she made a habit of ignoring as they all got older. He was talking with a pair of men who also looked like people she didn’t want to associate with. She’d hung out with plenty of people that would be considered shady by most, but there was something off-putting about the men in Hale’s company, despite the fact that they were in dress clothes.

“All good on the compound, Gracie?” Jacob said with a chuckle, “Not used to seeing you here.”

She turned to look at him, ignoring the fact that the two men with him were staring at her like she was their next meal, “It’s Grace, Jacob. And don’t act like you’re worried about what happens over at T-M.”

She didn’t give him or the men with him a chance to say anything as she continued walking towards her bike. Swinging her leg over, she pulled her phone out and called Opie, who picked up on the second ring, “Hey, Juice in today?”

“Uh, yea, why?” it wasn’t how he thought the conversation was going to start.

“I need him to run a plate for me when I get there.”

“Sure. Everything good?”

“Yea,” she lied, “Just looking into some stuff.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #David Hale #david hale x oc #deputy chief hale #deputy hale #oc grace #oc grace teller #state of grace #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 8 years ago

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Sterek. 'Ive been crushing on you for awhile, we're at a gathering and a relative has just introduced us as boyfriends'

I love meddling Papa Hale so I included him as the one who makes the faux pas

“Alright everyone! Here he is!” David Hale boomed, his voice thunderous, drawing the attention of the rest of the Hale family that was gathered in the backyard. Slinging his arm around his son's shoulders, David tugged him into a one-armed hug and announced, “The man of the hour!”

Almost the entire extended Hale family had accumulated in the backyard of the Hale House, nestled deep within the preserve. It was Derek's twenty eighth birthday and as such it was cause for celebration, his whole family devout fans of parties and other family get togethers.

Despite being more introverted and at times downright socially awkward, Derek truly did adore getting to see his family, especially cousins and nieces and nephews he rarely got to see. So this year, he had taken the liberty of inviting everyone himself, spending hours making phone calls and sending out e-mails.

Everyone he had contacted had shown up, including a handful of family friends such as the Sheriff who worked with Laura at the station, and Melissa McCall who was in his mother’s book club. Then, there were his friends, namely Erica, Boyd, and Isaac, who were practically family themselves considering how often they were over.

And then there was Stiles, of course, who was hands down Derek’s best friend. Though, Boyd was definitely the next in line.

Since they both attended the same college, Stanford, Derek had volunteered to give Stiles a ride to the party, reasoning that it would save on gas if they just took one car. Though never a fan of not being able to drive his old beat up Jeep, Stiles had begrudgingly agreed when Derek cited rising gas prices.

They walked into the backyard together, Derek holding open the wooden gate for him thanks to his mother raising him to have perfect manners. So, naturally, his well intending father took it the wrong way and announced to the entire family, “And this is his boyfriend, Stiles!”

Derek froze in his tracks as Stiles sputtered incredulously. As Stiles gaped at him in pure disbelief, Derek raised a hand to touch his dad’s arm and urgently informed him, “Dad, no. We’re not together. Not like that.”

“What?” David asked, furrowing his brows and frowning down at his son, tilting his head to the side. He glanced over at Stiles, looking thoroughly confused, before turning back to Derek. “But that doesn’t make any sense! For months you’ve been telling all about why you adore him!”

“I told you that in confidence!” Derek squeaked, feeling his cheeks flush red. He too glanced over at Stiles who looked even more baffled than before, his eyes so wide Derek could hardly see the brown in them anymore. Desperate, he whined, “Oh my god, can we talk about this later? Please?”

David nodded and turned to corral the rest of those in attendance to the other side of the yard, leaving Derek and Stiles alone. No longer confused, Stiles smirked over at Derek and asked, “So, months?”

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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State of Grace (1)

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, alcohol, violence, mentions of violence

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Oh baby we back with some fresh OC content lmao. I think about Grace and Hale on a regular basis ever since I wrote Got Your Back. I think I’m just going to make this it’s own series-type thing, but not something that I’m gonna commit to updating on a regular basis, just fun little story-drops here and there. However, I will say, that this request is going to take more than one part to complete because I’m taking the time to really build Grace out as a character now. So it’s a bit longer because we got some exposition going on. If you read my other fic for these two, this takes place in the same timeline but earlier, and most of what I’ll be working on for the for the time being is leading up to that fic. Obviously I’m always up for feedback and talking about these two in general. Hoping to continue building this little universe out as time goes on! xo

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She recognized the Jeep as soon as it rolled onto the lot. Before he had any reason to walk into the T-M office, or over and into the clubhouse, she made her way over and met him in the middle of the parking lot. Hale was looking around, clearly trying to locate someone specific.

Tucking her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, she gave him an acknowledging nod before saying, “Deputy Chief,” her smile was a little too much to be taken as sincere, “to what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Jax around?” he continued to scan the compound.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s always Is Jax around? Or Where’s Clay? It’s never Oh hey, Gracie, how are you today?”

He sighed, hands coming to rest on his belt as he tried not to let himself smile, “Hey, Grace. How are you today?”

She smiled, “Just fine, David. Thanks for asking,” she paused, “In answer to your question, though, Jax left a while ago.”

“Know when he’ll be back?”

She shook her head, “Not a clue. That kinda thing is above my paygrade.”

He didn’t believe her in the slightest, but he wasn’t going to argue with her either, “Right. Let him know we need to talk when he comes back, alright?”

“Sounds like he’s in for a bad breakup or something,” she chuckled.

“He’s not that lucky,” he gave a nod as he said goodbye, “Stay outta trouble, Grace.”

“Well if we all did that, we’d never get to see you, Officer.”

He fought the urge to chuckle at her sarcasm, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?”

She laughed, shaking her head, “Guess you’ll never get to find out.”

She watched him as he made his short walk back to his Jeep before turning and heading towards the clubhouse. She’d stopped wondering why the cops would stop by a long time ago—there were too many variables at this point for her to try and make an educated guess. When Jax got back she’d let him know that Hale stopped by, but she knew better than to follow up with a question about it.

Opie was walking out of the clubhouse just as Grace was about to walk in. They both laughed as they almost body-slammed into each other. She braced herself against his chest, shaking her head at herself as she regained her bearings.

“Shit, sorry.”

He shook his head, a small smile on his face, “All good,” he glanced over her shoulder and momentarily locked eyes with Hale before he threw his Jeep in reverse and began pulling out of the lot, “What’d the paper boy want?”

She chuckled as she stepped to the side, letting Opie walk the rest of the way out of the clubhouse, “Same shit as usual—looking for Jax.”

“He say why?”

“I never get the why around here, Ope. You know that.”

“You just gotta ask me,” he smirked.

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head, “I want the real why. Not whatever you’ll come up with to try and make me feel better.”

“Well now you’re just getting picky.”

She smiled but shifted gears of the conversation, “You know when Jax is getting back?”

Shaking his head, he replied, “That’s an answer that I don’t even have.”

“Well, if you see him before I do, let him know that he’s a wanted man, alright?”

“Will do,” he paused, “You around later?”

With a nod, she smiled, “Where else would I ever be?” she gave him a quick hug before turning back and making her way into the clubhouse.

That night, the party was well underway. The guys had asked Grace to cover the bar just this once because the prospect was currently out of commission. When she asked why, they didn’t give an answer, but she saw the looks of amusement on their faces and decided that maybe it was better that she didn’t know. That being the case, she found herself behind the bar watching all of them get themselves into various sorts of trouble.

She was behind the bar nursing her own beer when Jax came over. It was the first time she’d seen him all night, and judging by the exhaustion on his face, she assumed that he’d just gotten back from wherever he’d been all day.

“No offense,” she grabbed him a beer, “but you look like shit.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “None taken. I feel like shit too.”

She studied his face for a few moments before asking, “Do I get to know, or…?”

Jax sighed, pushing his hair back out of his face before taking a long drink from his bottle, “Same shit. Spent all morning at the hospital trying to figure out a plan for Abel, trying to get shit sorted with Wendy, and by the time I was trying to just come back here or go home, Hale called me in.”

Grace nodded, not wanting to seem like she was trying to pry, “Anything I can help with?”

With a deep sigh, Jax shook his head, “Nah, I gotta figure it out for myself.”

“Don’t let Gemma hear you talking like that,” Grace said with a chuckle, “She’s been chomping at the bit to do, you know, everything.”

“Nothin’ new, Gracie,” Jax smiled and shook his head.

“What’d Hale want, though?” she asked it like it was an after-thought, like it wasn’t something that had been on her mind since he showed up at T-M earlier in the day, “He stopped by here this afternoon looking for you, too.”

Jax gave a dismissive shake of his head, “Stupid shit—just trying to swing his dick around after all the shit with the ATF went the way it did. Wants me to know that he’s still around, and so are they.”

“Like you didn’t already know,” she chuckled and shook her head.

“Yea, exactly.”

“Well,” she crouched down behind the bar for a moment and reemerged with two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila, “You have some time to make up for since you’re late. I’ll help you catch up,” she smiled as she expertly filled the shot glasses to the very top while managing to not spill any onto the surface of the bar.

Jax chuckled as he took the shot glass, “You’ve been hanging out with Ope too much.”

“Maybe you’ve been hanging out with us too little,” she shot back with a smile before raising the shot glass, tossing it back and making a face as it ran down her throat. Shuddering slightly, she took a swig of her beer, “Clearly not hanging out with him enough to not be bothered by that anymore. Fuck.”

“You’re terrible influences,” Jax smiled as he set the now-empty shot glass back down on the bar, rapping his knuckles on the hardwood before turning and heading towards the rest of the men who had been there waiting for him all night.

As the night was starting to wind down, Grace strayed from her position behind the bar so she could mingle with everyone, something she felt like she hadn’t really been able to do over the last few weeks as she got so wrapped up in her own life. She’d grown up in the clubhouse, and up until the last year or so she’d assumed that it was going to continue to be her whole life. Gemma certainly never made it seem like there was any other option for her. And, while Grace had no burning desire to get out of Charming, she also didn’t want her life to depend completely on the club. She loved her brother, and all of the men in the MC, but she wasn’t naïve—she knew that it wouldn’t take much for everything they did to catch up with them and take them all down. If that happened, she didn’t want to be left with nothing.

Once she came to that conclusion, she started to put some serious thought into what she wanted to do. It wasn’t a question she’d asked herself before, at least not in the capacity to act on whatever answer she came up with. But for weeks she looked at different jobs, different school programs, things that wouldn’t have to take her halfway across the country in order to get what she needed. At one point she stumbled across a nursing program, and she almost brushed it off thinking that no hospital would ever take her seriously as a nurse, but it was intriguing and it gnawed at her.

So, unbeknownst to almost everyone, she was anxiously awaiting acceptance letters from a few different nursing programs. All of her free time was spent reading up, trying to get ahead of the curve if that was at all possible at this point. She didn’t want to tell anyone, though, just in case it didn’t pan out. The only person who did know was Opie, and that was because he’d caught her when she was looking at different programs and financial aid.

For the first time in weeks, though, she wasn’t thinking about any of that. It wasn’t even lingering in the back of her mind. She found herself at the pool table with her brother and Opie, Jax watching the two of them duke it out for the best out of three. Opie usually bested her with ease, but he’d been drinking a lot longer than her and that was the only thing that was giving her any kind of advantage.

“Oh, come on, bro,” Jax laughed and shook his head as Opie narrowly missed the shot that would’ve won him the game, “You’re cut off. You should just call it a night at this point.”

Grace laughed as she leaned against her pool stick, “I don’t like that you seem so disgusted by me winning,” she turned her attention to Opie, “But he’s right. You should head to bed.”

The three of them stood around talking for a little while longer, happy to have a small stretch of time that existed outside the chaos that usually shaped their lives. Grace could see the exhaustion creeping back into the features of her brother’s face after a while, and she knew that if she didn’t break the conversation, neither of them would either.

“Alright,” she tossed her pool stick onto the table, “you both crashing here tonight? Neither of you need a lift home?”

“Like you’d be able to give us one if we did,” Jax chuckled.

Rolling her eyes, Grace gave her brother a good-natured shove, “I’d let you ride bitch if you asked real nice.”

“Hard pass,” both the men responded in unison with a laugh.

“Fine,” she tried to sound annoyed but she couldn’t stop laughing, “Have fun sleeping in your matchboxes tonight, then,” she hugged and kissed each of them on the cheek, “See you idiots tomorrow.”

“Text when you’re home, Gracie!” Opie called after her.

Turning to face them, she walked backwards towards the clubhouse doors, “Sure thing, Dad!”

She walked across the lot to her bike, still laughing quietly to herself and shaking her head at the antics of the evening. All the stress she’d been shouldering in silence over the last few weeks finally felt like it was starting to melt away. She hopped onto her bike with ease, clipping her helmet on before taking off out of the lot.

She was cruising down the empty street, taking her time getting back to her apartment. Her bike was the only real noise at that point in the night, the scattered streetlamps giving her enough light to safely zone out a bit as she drove back the same way she’d gone countless times before.

Slowing to a stop at one of the few red lights in Charming, she heard a car coming up behind her. Checking her mirror, she inched forward when she saw how close they were. They didn’t move any closer, so she didn’t think much about it. Soon enough, the light turned green and she continued her way home.

The car continued to follow her, and for no reason in particular it didn’t sit right with her. So instead of going straight home, she started to take random turns and go down side-streets that didn’t get her any closer to her final destination. When they managed to follow her every step of the way, she felt a familiar feeling of dread creeping up her spine. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her grip and sped up a bit. At that point, she had no real destination in mind. There wasn’t much open, and she didn’t want to lead whoever it was back to the clubhouse. As long as she could stay a little ahead of them, and keep up her speed, she could buy herself another couple of minutes to think of somewhere to go.

She ended up at the only other mechanic shop in their small town. She didn’t know why—it wasn’t like she knew anyone there. No one would be there to help her, but maybe her brain just knew that a mechanic shop is a place full of weapons if you knew where to look.

Launching herself off of her bike, she sprinted her way towards the one work bay that didn’t have the garage door pulled down all the way. Swinging herself underneath it, she scrambled in the dark and looked for anything that she could use to fight someone off. She hadn’t seen anyone in the passenger seat of the car, so unless there were people in the back seat, whoever was coming after her was flying solo. One on one odds were always better than any other scenario.

It was only a matter of seconds before the door was being pushed up the rest of the way, light from the single lamp in the lot streaming in. Grace gripped the tire iron tight in her hand as she faced the person who had been chasing her down. Whoever it was had a ski mask over their face, and a black hooded sweatshirt. There was no way for her to tell who it was.

“If you don’t leave me the fuck alone, I swear to God,” her hands were trembling but her voice was steady.

The laugh was deep, and the person shook their head, “What? You’ll go crying to your brother? Your dad?” they stepped in closer, “You’re out of places to run, Grace.”

“What the hell do you want from me?” she raised the iron like it was a baseball bat, more than ready and willing to swing.

“Not from you—from Clay and Jax.”

“Take it up with them, then,” for as much as her brother kept her in the loop of things going on with the club, he never mentioned that they’d pissed off someone new who was willing to corner their family members in the dead of night.

“That’s what we need you for. Need you to pass along a message for me.”

“Take off your mask and do it yourself!” she ran at them and swung for all she was worth.

They blocked the worst of the blow with their arm, not that that felt great either. But Grace still felt the metal connect with their skull a little bit. She swung again, catching them in the stomach and making them double over. She went to pull it back to swing again, but they grabbed it, pulling her in close and throwing her to the ground. Despite the fact that it caught her off-guard, she maintained her grip on her makeshift weapon, using it to try and keep the person from getting complete control of it to use against her.

She was on her back, her attacker standing over her, one foot planted on either side of her hips. They were trying to pull the tire iron out of her hands but somehow, despite the sweat pooling in her palms, she didn’t let go. It was a last-ditch effort, but with a grunt she put all of her strength into one good tug to try and pull the person down to the ground with her. She was partially successful, at least getting them low enough to make their knees buckle slightly. Taking advantage of the situation, she drove her knee up into their groin, hard. They let out a groan of pain that resulted in them letting go of the rod. Grace quickly leapt to her feet, turning and cracking them hard across the cheek one more time before throwing it to the side and sprinting back towards her bike.

She didn’t remember putting her helmet on, or even getting her bike onto the road. The next thing she knew, she was outside her apartment. She got off her bike and all but ran, fumbling with her keys as she desperately tried to get into her apartment as soon as possible. Shutting and doing all of the locks behind her, she slumped back against her door. Only when she caught her breath did she realize the severity of what had happened to her that night. The tears began to flow as she rested her forehead against her knees, unable to make herself move from that spot. She knew that there would be no sleep for her the rest of the night. Part of her wanted to reach out to Jax or Opie, or even Clay if she was being honest. But something in the back of her mind told her to keep it to herself for the time being. Maybe in the daylight, when her heartrate was evened back out, she would come up with a better plan of action.

Sleep came to her in brief snippets as the light started to come through the windows of her apartment. The rest of the night had been quiet, uneventful. But it did nothing to calm her nerves. With still-trembling hands, she got up and forced herself to go and take a shower. If nothing else, it would be an attempt to rinse off all that had happened to her.

Meanwhile, David was walking into the diner that his brother had invited him to so-last minute. It wasn’t like Jake to want to meet up and grab breakfast just because, so he knew that there must’ve been more to it. And, sure enough, there were two other men sitting in the booth with him. David sighed inwardly as he took a seat next to his brother, facing the men on the other side of the booth.

He didn’t recognize either of them, and he recognized everyone in Charming by that point. One of them looked very much like a businessman. The other, though, looked like he was military, or at least had been at some point in the past. There was something in the way he sat, though, that told David that the man was not bound by the same honor code that most soldiers were. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or his rigid posture, or the gash and bruise that went across the left side of his face. Whatever it was, David wasn’t a fan.

His suspicions were only solidified as the conversation got underway. He couldn’t believe that his older brother had brought him here thinking that anything those two men had to say, would be something that he was interested in. David was only able to make himself sit at the table for a couple minutes before not-so-gracefully excusing himself. He could hear his older brother offering up an apology on his behalf as he made his way to the diner door, and it took all of his self-control not to make a scene right then and there. He kept his fists balled at his sides, trying to ignore the sound of his brother attempting to catch up to him in the parking lot to justify what had just taken place.

Grace walked into the station, glancing around to see if she could find him without having to ask around. There were multiple officers milling about, but none of them were the one that she was looking for. With a sigh, she made her way over towards Unser’s office. His door was open, but she still gave it a light knock as she stood in the threshold.

Looking up from the stack of paperwork in front of him, his eyes widened slightly when he realized who was standing in front of him, “Gracie. What, what brings you here?”

“David here today?”

His brows furrowed in confusion but he nodded, “Yea, just stepped out real quick—had to meet his brother. Should be back soon, though,” he paused, searching her face, “Everything alright?”

She nodded but it wasn’t her most convincing performance, “Yea, all good—just want to talk to him about something real quick.”

“Anything I can help you with?”

She shook her head, “No, no don’t worry about it,” she lightly drummed her fingers on the doorframe, “Which one is his office again?”

Unser nodded in the general direction, “Two more down on the right.”

She nodded, doing her best to give a genuine smile, “Got it. Thanks, chief.”

Grace was already back out the door when Unser called out to her. When she reappeared, he said, “You know that if you ever need anything, all you gotta do is ask, right?”

She could see it in his eyes that he was being completely genuine in his offer, “I know. Thank you, Wayne.”

There was something about the way that she spoke, the way that she said his name, that reminded him so much of her mother. Maybe that was why he had such a soft spot for her, because there was so much of Gemma in her despite their differences. In his mind, Gemma would’ve been a lot more like Grace if she ever got the chance to be soft. He hoped that Grace didn’t get that opportunity ripped away from her as well.

Grace strolled into Hale’s office. Looking back over her shoulder, she found herself wandering around looking at what he had there. He clearly wasn’t much of a decorator, not that she found that to be all that surprising. There were a few scattered picture frames, but for the most part everything had to do with work.

She passively scanned over the folders that were sitting on the top of his desk, nails lightly clacking against the hardwood. She wondered what else Charming PD really did when they weren’t caught up in everything going on with the MC.

Before she could get too nosey, the sound of someone clearing their throat cut through the silence of the office. She looked up, eyes wide at having been caught. Hale was standing in the doorway, paperwork tucked under one arm and a coffee in the opposite hand. He tried to put together why she was there, and starting to go through his things, without having to ask, but he came up empty.

“Unser said you were waiting for me?”

“Um, yea,” she walked back to the side of the desk she was supposed to be on, “I was hoping to talk to you about something.”

He shrugged, nodding slightly, “Sure,” he shut the door behind him and walked over, taking a seat at his desk. Grace followed suit and watched him as he filed away all the papers and folders, most likely because he saw her on the brink of looking through them. When his space was finally cleared, he looked across at her, “What’s going on?”

She sighed, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees, “Look. I, I know you’re the wrong sheriff to be going to to ask for help but I’m…I don’t know what else to do.”

His brows furrowed, “You can always come to me for help.”

“If I do, do you promise not to go to the club about it?”

“I don’t know if you’ve realized, Grace, but it’s not like Clay and Jax and I are exactly friends.”

It got a tiny smile out of her, “That’s fair. But, also,” she paused, twisting her hands together, “you can’t tell Unser.” That got his attention, Grace could see it plain as day on his face. She shook her head slightly, “He’s gonna go right to Gemma or Clay and I, I can’t fucking deal with that.”

“Depending on what it is, Grace, I can’t keep it from him.”

Leaning back in her chair, she rolled her eyes, “You guys hide shit from each other all the time.”

“He hides shit from me all the time,” Hale corrected her, “Usually to help out your brother and Clay.”

Grace suddenly felt very small sitting there in the office with him. Her gaze dropped to the floor as she started to second-guess coming to him at all. She wanted to jump ship on the entire idea, but she knew that there was no way she was going to leave that office without telling him something. The seconds of silence felt like hours as he sat there, waiting for her to try and explain what was going on.

“Someone followed me last night when I was leaving the compound,” she felt her heart starting to speed up again. Shaking her head at herself, she forged onward, “Tried to shake ‘em, but I couldn’t. Ended up at that Albanian shop on the other side of town.”

Hale nodded, not liking the story already but he had the feeling there was more to it, “You get the plate number?”

She shook her head, “No. I should’ve, I know. But I just, I freaked out,” she ran her fingers back through her hair, “It was an SUV, though. Either black or dark blue,” she watched him scribble down what she was saying onto one of his notepads.

“Anything else you can tell me?”

“He tried attacking me,” it felt strange to say it out loud, “I, um, I panicked and ran into one of the work bays. Grabbed a tire iron. He was, uh, he was wearing a ski mask,” her leg bounced rapidly, “Didn’t get to see his face.”

Concern and confusion were etched deep into his features, “He say anything?”

She nodded, unable to look him in the eyes, “Some shit about the club. It was all real vague. I don’t know shit about what they’re doing these days,” it was partially true.

“Did he hurt you?” the look in his eyes reminded Grace that even though Hale was a cop now, at one point the two of them were something resembling friends, and that wasn’t something that just dissipated into thin air because they grew apart over the years.

“He tried,” she wiped at the tears she hadn’t felt coming on, “I’m fine, really. Physically anyway. He’s in worse shape than me. Got him good on the cheek with the iron when I finally got a chance to get away.”

Hale’s brows knitted together, “Left or right side of his face?”

“Um,” she stared down at the floor for a moment as she tried to remember, “left, I’m pretty sure,” she mimed the motion to be certain, “Yea, left.”

A knot began to form in his stomach, but he tried to ignore it, “You want to make an official report?”

She sighed, body beginning to tremble, “I really don’t know, David. I don’t even have anything to really report—I don’t know shit about whoever it was, or what they drove. I just…didn’t want to go to the club about this if it’s about them.”

He didn’t know what to offer her. All the things that he would offer someone else, he knew that she would shoot down. She wasn’t going to want an escort, or for him to be checking in on her while she was working or hanging around the clubhouse. It was bad enough when he showed up there in search of the guys in the MC, let alone making it seem like she was the one getting into trouble.

As if she could read his mind, she spoke up, “I don’t know what I expect you to do with this, David. I needed…I needed someone I could trust. And I know,” she chuckled and wiped at her eyes, “I know I give you a lot of shit because you grew up to be a narc,” it got a chuckle out of both of them, “But you’ve always had my back. And I didn’t know who else really would.”

Hale already had his suspicions, but he didn’t want to worry her anymore than she already was. He gave a slow nod, looking at the sparse notes on his paper before looking back up at her, “I’ll keep an eye and an ear out, see what I can dig up. Anything that I find, you’ll be the first to know,” he paused, “You remember anything else, call me or come see me, alright? Anything else happens, same thing.”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded, “Okay.”

“We’ll get him, Grace,” there was a comforting certainty in his tone, “Promise.”

She gave a weak, tired smile, “Thanks, Deputy,” standing up, she tried to regain her composure, “I’ll let you get back to building my brother’s rap sheet.”

He chuckled, “It’s a full-time job.”

He watched her as she made her way to his door, letting herself out. He watched as she easily slipped through the station practically undetected. With a deep sigh, he tapped his pen on his paper a few times before scribbling down the names of the two men he’d met with that morning. The first thing on his agenda now was to look up absolutely everything he could find on them, and just what they really would want with the Sons.

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