Greer Davis

with the moon I run, far from the carnage of the fiery sun;  greer davis. twenty six. werewolf

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wake up call | brady & greer

For the first time in two days Greer had her bed all to herself - thus, the slept like a baby. She had fallen asleep sometime around 2am, having stayed up watching some UFO documentary on Netflix. For once Oliver wasn’t around but the redhead still found herself watching crappy documentaries he would. When would she finally escape the Grundy curse?

Not today, that was for sure.

Greer woke up to the loud sound of someone mowing the lawn. The redhead turned over once, twice, and even pulled a pillow over her head before finally opening her eyes. “What the hell,” she muttered to herself when she reached for her phone. It was 5am. Who the hell was mowing the lawn at 5am? The sun wasn’t even out yet!

The redhead tossed her phone back on the nightstand beside her bed before kicking the covers off of herself and walking towards the window (but not before nearly tripping over a random pair of heels). Opening her window, Greer stuck her head and no way. “Grundy!” she yelled, catching sight of Brady Grundy mowing his god damn lawn - and ignoring her, of course. She slammed her window shut, taking a moment to collect herself. “I’m going to kill them,” she settled.

Greer reached for a random tshirt off the floor, quickly pulling it over her purple sports bra before storming out of her room. And just like that in her pajama shorts, a random white tshirt that was two sizes too big, barefoot and messy curls hanging down her back, the Greermlin made her grand appearance before sunrise. “Brody! What the hell are you doing?!” she asked, having to raise her voice so that the man could hear her. 

[bradygrundy-blog]

Brady had only been back home for like, two days.

Two fucking days and his parents were already on his ass about chores. Like he was some fucking 12 year old. They had happily informed him that since he would be moving back for the foreseeable future they had done the liberty of canceling their lawn service in order to save some money considering they had an extra mouth to feed (as if the twins weren’t over every damn day to stuff their faces) and Brady looked like he could do some work.

He was being punished. He was being punished for actually going to college and getting a career and then losing his job and his girlfriend and his nice apartment with absolutely no yard. While Eddie stuffed his face with hamburger helper and laughed.

Brady usually woke up around 5, when he would head to the gym with Steph and get a good workout in and then they would shower and catch the train to work and everything was all good but only now everything was shit and Brady was still waking up at 5am only to stuff his face with a hot pocket and stare out the window. He could stare out the window, or he could get the fucking yard work out of the way, right?

He shoved his gym shorts on and threw on an old cut-off before shoving his ear buds in his ears and starting the tedious task of mowing the yard where he cursed every single one of his mother’s lawn ornaments for having to mow around it. He had been so focused on it, in fact, that he almost screamed when one started to move.

Nope. Not a lawn ornament. Just the Greermlin. He shut the mower off and took one bud out of his ear to listen to whatever she was trying to yell at him, his voice maybe an octave above the usual level as he promptly shouted “What??!” at her. Was she serious? “I’m mowing, what does it look like I’m doing, dork?”

Brady, though slightly annoyed that his stupid mowing was abruptly halted, couldn’t help but smirk over at her as she stood before him in all her Greermlin glory. He missed that. “Whoa, it’s a little bit early for you to come out, isn’t it? I mean, I know you’ve missed me and I get you always had that whole typical “falling for your best friend’s older brother” trope but, I mean, you couldn’t even put on pants, first?“ Poking the Greermlin was a dangerous thing, but Brady had always been pretty good at it. He flashed her a toothy Grundy smile.

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Greer stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and something that could easily be mistaken for - no, she was definitely plotting his demise. Why was he here? Why was he mowing the lawn at 5am? And why did he look so happy and awake? "What the hell are you wearing?" the redhead found herself asking, not yet awake enough for her mind to mouth filter to be working. He looked like he stepped right out of a 90's music video...

She shook her head trying to focus. She opened her mouth about to tear him a new one but naturally he beat her to it. Now she was fully giving him her famous death stare. Greer was not a morning person...at all. She was a firm believer that sleep played important role in everyday life, especially when it came to dealing with Grundys...and Paynes. The fact that she was rudely awaken by a Grundy was bad enough, but now he was poking fun at her?

Brady Grundy made a terrible mistake moving back home.

"Right, I see that," she began, pursing her lips and forcing herself to remain calm. "But why the are you mowing the lawn right now? The suns not even out. I'm actually surprised Mrs. Wilkins hasn't come out and threatened to kick your ass," she drifted off, glancing towards the house on the other side of Bradys. Honestly, Greer was hoping the elderly women would make an early appearance too - maybe Brady would listen to her.

Yeah right.

Greer closed her eyes or a moment, mentally talking herself out of tackling the other werewolf into the ground. "Listen, Grundy. Either you continue mowing the lawn at a later time - preferably when the sun is out," she began, pausing only to force back a yawn, "or, you buy me an entire pot of coffee once your done. Because trust me when I say that I was not planning on waking up at the crack of dawn on my day off." Greer was dead serious and it showed. She was tired, cranky and bitter because there was no way in hell she'd be able to fall back asleep now. Any person with sense and a desire to live would've given into her demands.

But the Grundys were, as usual, an exception.

[greer-davis]

wake up call | brady & greer

For the first time in two days Greer had her bed all to herself - thus, the slept like a baby. She had fallen asleep sometime around 2am, having stayed up watching some UFO documentary on Netflix. For once Oliver wasn’t around but the redhead still found herself watching crappy documentaries he would. When would she finally escape the Grundy curse?

Not today, that was for sure.

Greer woke up to the loud sound of someone mowing the lawn. The redhead turned over once, twice, and even pulled a pillow over her head before finally opening her eyes. “What the hell,” she muttered to herself when she reached for her phone. It was 5am. Who the hell was mowing the lawn at 5am? The sun wasn’t even out yet!

The redhead tossed her phone back on the nightstand beside her bed before kicking the covers off of herself and walking towards the window (but not before nearly tripping over a random pair of heels). Opening her window, Greer stuck her head and no way. “Grundy!” she yelled, catching sight of Brady Grundy mowing his god damn lawn - and ignoring her, of course. She slammed her window shut, taking a moment to collect herself. “I’m going to kill them,” she settled.

Greer reached for a random tshirt off the floor, quickly pulling it over her purple sports bra before storming out of her room. And just like that in her pajama shorts, a random white tshirt that was two sizes too big, barefoot and messy curls hanging down her back, the Greermlin made her grand appearance before sunrise. “Brody! What the hell are you doing?!” she asked, having to raise her voice so that the man could hear her. 

[greer-davis]

Uncomfortably Comfortable | Oliver & Greer

[greer-davis]

There was a part of Greer that almost regretted bringing up the subject of Vanessa and it was only because of the way Oliver was responding. While he wasn’t doing anything overly dramatic, the redhead wasn’t used to seeing this side of him. Obviously Oliver Grundy had feelings, hell, deep down Greer did too, but rarely did their topics of conversation go down this route. Their relationship had always been an easy one to maintain; they were able to talk to each other about everything… Well, almost everything. “From what I was told, it was a mutual thing,” she tried to assure him, her voice soft as she watched him cradle her puppet. She wasn’t used to seeing Oliver like this but she had to make sure he was okay and unfortunately, talking about it was the only way to do so. The conversation had been going surprisingly well - and then he had to go and say something Grundy-like. Greer rolled her eyes before giving his arm a light pinch. “We were totally having a serious moment, Grundy” she sighed dramatically, the small grin on her lips indicating that she wasn’t as upset as she sounded. “This is exactly why I put off having this little talk for so long. I should’ve made sure you were nice and drunk first so that you wouldn’t remember it.“ Liquid courage was a powerful thing, Greer would know. “It’s okay though, I know you only hang around here because we have unlimited cable and a stocked fridge,” she went on, an amused smile still on her face. Greer picked up a random piece of popcorn next to her and flicked it at the werewolf, hitting him lightly on the cheek. She picked up another piece and tossed that one into her mouth, her green eyes lingering on her floral blanket.

Greer fell silent for a moment before speaking again. “But you’re right, everything will be fine,” she agreed, determination evident in her tone. “Do you know why I know? Because I know everything.” Duh. “But also because I can’t handle you being all broody and mopey. It’s not a good look for you, Ollie.” 

 Good save.

[olivergrundy-blog]

Oliver groaned and rolled his eyes, as though thoroughly exasperated – though really he was stifling a laugh as he curled back into her pillows. “Believe me, I would have rather had this conversation when we were both drunk. You freak me out when you try to talk all serious business. Makes me uncomfortable.” He shivered, as though he was proving a point. 

Which wasn’t far from the truth. All the times Oliver had attempted to have even a serious non-serious conversation about the full moon, Greer had practically almost bit his head off. In human form. Talk about scary. “And anyway, your parents are still hiding the booze.” He made a silly mistake accidentally spilling the bourbon on the floor in the senior year and everyone freaked out. Maybe if Greer’s dad drank actual liquor that was good and not old man piss, the bourbon wouldn’t have stained the carpet. But that was neither here nor there. The mistakes he made at 18 shouldn’t’ve followed him into the age of 28. He was an adult. He was an adult, but yet they were in the same position they were yesterday; a year ago; three years ago; ten years ago… fifteen, even. Sitting on her bed. Waiting for pizza. Oliver made a face at her childish popcorn antics, but turned to her with a smile, anyway. A real one, this time. “Thanks. You really do have better cable than I do,” he teased. “And, you know. Your fridge is full and Eddie’s never on your couch farting and, I mean, you’re always right Greery, what ever would I do without listening to you yammer about being a smart ass at least three times a week?” His grin had turned to a smirk and finally, the doorbell rang signalling the arrival of the pizza, and after making a show of poking her in the side and then poking his nose in an obnoxious “Nose goes! Grab me ranch and extra pepper while your down there, will ya, doll?” Oliver teased easily, sitting up on her bed once more, carefully placing her stuffed animal down on the other end of the bed. So as not to get pizza all over him, of course.

[greer-davis]

Greer tried her hardest to keep a straight face at Oliver’s reaction to their “serious talk” - she had been expecting just that. It was nice to know that the redhead wasn’t the only one feeling uncomfortable (truthfully, she felt more like an ass than anything) when talking about such things. “Noted. Next time we have a heart to heart, I’ll make sure to break into my dads liquor cabinet,” she countered, an amused smirk on her lips. Greer knew how much Oliver hated her fathers particular alcohol preferences.

Truthfully, Greer was more of a wine person herself but she took what she could get.

“We could up my little pep talks to four times a week?” she offered, a mock pensive look on her face before continuing, “except by then it’ll probably cost you. I don’t just spit words of wisdom to anyone, you know.” Greer called it words of wisdom when in reality it was more her speaking harsh truths while pointing out how the education system had failed a majority of those she knew. However the grin on her face indicated that she was kidding…sort of.

She opened her mouth to continue when the door bell rang, closing it when Ollie spoke. She flashed him a small glare. “You caught his scent down the block, didn’t you?” she asked, mentally kicking herself for not having picked it up herself - maybe then she wouldn’t be the one heading down for the pizza looking like the Greermlin. “Cheater.” She sat up and hopped out of bed but not before grabbing a small handful of popcorn and throwing it at the other werewolf.

While Greer searched for her wallet she also chose to undo her bun, letting her long red hair fall now in loose waves. She checked her appearance in the mirror and caught Oliver watching her. “What? Sometimes I don’t have enough cash for a tip,” she pointed out, flashing her friend and innocent smile before making her way out of the room.

She was gone longer than expected due to the fact that she’d been chatting up David, the new pizza boy. As expected, he took her word when she promised to give him double the tip next time. “You didn’t get the ranch?” she asked, a teasing smile on her face when she arrived with the large extra pepperoni pizza and a six pack of whatever cheap beer had come with it.

[olivergrundy-blog]

“Well, I mean…” Oliver started off sheepishly, offering up another smirk in her direction. “We don’t have to limit your dad’s liquor cabinet to only those heart-to-hearts… I’m willing to figure out if brandy is just one of those liquors that I can just grow on.” And, sure, he might have hated the taste and the smell and literally everything about it, but liquor was liquor. He could live with just the beer for now. After all – what went better with pizza? He gave her his most precious smile as she grumbled about having to go get the pizza, his smile only widening at her arrival. He wasn’t sappy, as they both knew about themselves at this point, but if Oliver appreciated anything in the world right now, it was definitely pizza and beer. Ok, and Greer, too. Even if she did take forever to flirt with pizza boys. “I was about ready to fly down there and grab the pizza from you,” he groaned. “Although that probably would have blown your cover, considering I don’t look like your brother and I am obviously much more adorable than any pizza boy in this town and on the planet and therefore would just assume that I am your ultra adorable boyfriend and not your neighbor.” Which was obviously not that far fetched considering Brady, for years, thought Oliver simply had Greer and Vanessa on rotation. Until Eddie finally explained Ollie was just too gay to have any male friends. He immediately grabbed a slice from the box she laid out before them, dumping the contents of a whole packet of peppers onto the singular slice before grabbing another and immediately forming a pizza sandwich. Because obviously. Oliver let silence fall for a moment as he chewed on half of his pizza before he finally reached over to pop the top on his beer, washing it down before speaking. Manners, obviously. “So it sounds like Brady’s gonna be moving back,” he spoke finally, looking to her with a smirk. “We’re inescapable. I mean, he asked if my couch was available but Eddie already has dibs, so make sure you make fun of him loads for having to move back in with mom and dad. Not that he wouldn’t make fun of you right back of course – I did mention that old hag across the hall from me moved out, right? You and Brady could totally be my neighbors and he can just stay on your couch, instead.” Clearly, Oliver had issues with change. 

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Greer flashed him a unimpressed look as she kicked the door shut with her foot before walking over and placing the box of pizza on her bed. "You're so dramatic. I didn't take that long," she countered, carefully putting the six pack of beer on the closest nightstand beside her bed. She carefully climbed back onto the bed, sitting beside Oliver who was already helping himself to the pizza.

"You want to keep getting free beer? Then you need to not exist when I answer the door," she reminded him, handing him a beer before reaching for a slice herself. Greer might have been referred to as an ice queen, but she hated resorting to her looks to get out of any sort of trouble...or in this case, get out of tipping the pizza boy again. Sure she could probably talk her way around it but why add more time to such a task?

The redhead took a bite of her pizza, chewing the piece and waiting for her mouth to no longer be full before speaking again. "I don't know, Grundy. They hired this new guy who delivers on Tuesdays. He's kind of young, but he's got this beard," she smiled into her pizza, a fake dreamy look on her face before taking another bite of pizza.

Ordering pizza, drinking beer and watching Netflix...god, they were an exciting pair.

And then Greer choked on her next bite of pizza. Obviously, Oliver's news was just a tad unexpected. She coughed a couple times, having to put her half eaten slice down before taking Ollie’s open beer and chugging the entire thing. It took her a second to catch her breath. She lifted her hand to her mouth, the taste of the cheap beer leaving an unusual taste in her mouth. "I'm sorry, Brady’s moving back? she asked calmly, as if nothing had happened. "Back where?"

The smirk on Oliver’s face confirmed her worse fear.

"Why?! Why is he moving back home? Didn't he have an apartment in the city? Or was that his hippie girlfriends?" she asked, her mind suddenly flooded with memories of her entire childhood with all three Grundy boys. God, 18 couldn't have come fast enough back then.

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[greer-davis]

Uncomfortably Comfortable | Oliver & Greer

[greer-davis]

There was a part of Greer that almost regretted bringing up the subject of Vanessa and it was only because of the way Oliver was responding. While he wasn’t doing anything overly dramatic, the redhead wasn’t used to seeing this side of him. Obviously Oliver Grundy had feelings, hell, deep down Greer did too, but rarely did their topics of conversation go down this route. Their relationship had always been an easy one to maintain; they were able to talk to each other about everything… Well, almost everything. “From what I was told, it was a mutual thing,” she tried to assure him, her voice soft as she watched him cradle her puppet. She wasn’t used to seeing Oliver like this but she had to make sure he was okay and unfortunately, talking about it was the only way to do so. The conversation had been going surprisingly well - and then he had to go and say something Grundy-like. Greer rolled her eyes before giving his arm a light pinch. “We were totally having a serious moment, Grundy” she sighed dramatically, the small grin on her lips indicating that she wasn’t as upset as she sounded. “This is exactly why I put off having this little talk for so long. I should’ve made sure you were nice and drunk first so that you wouldn’t remember it.“ Liquid courage was a powerful thing, Greer would know. "It’s okay though, I know you only hang around here because we have unlimited cable and a stocked fridge,” she went on, an amused smile still on her face. Greer picked up a random piece of popcorn next to her and flicked it at the werewolf, hitting him lightly on the cheek. She picked up another piece and tossed that one into her mouth, her green eyes lingering on her floral blanket.

Greer fell silent for a moment before speaking again. “But you’re right, everything will be fine,” she agreed, determination evident in her tone. “Do you know why I know? Because I know everything.” Duh. “But also because I can’t handle you being all broody and mopey. It’s not a good look for you, Ollie.” 

 Good save.

[olivergrundy-blog]

Oliver groaned and rolled his eyes, as though thoroughly exasperated – though really he was stifling a laugh as he curled back into her pillows. “Believe me, I would have rather had this conversation when we were both drunk. You freak me out when you try to talk all serious business. Makes me uncomfortable.” He shivered, as though he was proving a point. 

Which wasn’t far from the truth. All the times Oliver had attempted to have even a serious non-serious conversation about the full moon, Greer had practically almost bit his head off. In human form. Talk about scary. “And anyway, your parents are still hiding the booze.” He made a silly mistake accidentally spilling the bourbon on the floor in the senior year and everyone freaked out. Maybe if Greer’s dad drank actual liquor that was good and not old man piss, the bourbon wouldn’t have stained the carpet. But that was neither here nor there. The mistakes he made at 18 shouldn’t’ve followed him into the age of 28. He was an adult. He was an adult, but yet they were in the same position they were yesterday; a year ago; three years ago; ten years ago… fifteen, even. Sitting on her bed. Waiting for pizza. Oliver made a face at her childish popcorn antics, but turned to her with a smile, anyway. A real one, this time. “Thanks. You really do have better cable than I do,” he teased. “And, you know. Your fridge is full and Eddie’s never on your couch farting and, I mean, you’re always right Greery, what ever would I do without listening to you yammer about being a smart ass at least three times a week?” His grin had turned to a smirk and finally, the doorbell rang signalling the arrival of the pizza, and after making a show of poking her in the side and then poking his nose in an obnoxious “Nose goes! Grab me ranch and extra pepper while your down there, will ya, doll?” Oliver teased easily, sitting up on her bed once more, carefully placing her stuffed animal down on the other end of the bed. So as not to get pizza all over him, of course.

[greer-davis]

Greer tried her hardest to keep a straight face at Oliver’s reaction to their "serious talk” - she had been expecting just that. It was nice to know that the redhead wasn’t the only one feeling uncomfortable (truthfully, she felt more like an ass than anything) when talking about such things. “Noted. Next time we have a heart to heart, I’ll make sure to break into my dads liquor cabinet,” she countered, an amused smirk on her lips. Greer knew how much Oliver hated her fathers particular alcohol preferences.

Truthfully, Greer was more of a wine person herself but she took what she could get.

“We could up my little pep talks to four times a week?” she offered, a mock pensive look on her face before continuing, “except by then it’ll probably cost you. I don’t just spit words of wisdom to anyone, you know.” Greer called it words of wisdom when in reality it was more her speaking harsh truths while pointing out how the education system had failed a majority of those she knew. However the grin on her face indicated that she was kidding…sort of.

She opened her mouth to continue when the door bell rang, closing it when Ollie spoke. She flashed him a small glare. “You caught his scent down the block, didn’t you?” she asked, mentally kicking herself for not having picked it up herself - maybe then she wouldn’t be the one heading down for the pizza looking like the Greermlin. “Cheater.” She sat up and hopped out of bed but not before grabbing a small handful of popcorn and throwing it at the other werewolf.

While Greer searched for her wallet she also chose to undo her bun, letting her long red hair fall now in loose waves. She checked her appearance in the mirror and caught Oliver watching her. “What? Sometimes I don’t have enough cash for a tip,” she pointed out, flashing her friend and innocent smile before making her way out of the room.

She was gone longer than expected due to the fact that she’d been chatting up David, the new pizza boy. As expected, he took her word when she promised to give him double the tip next time. “You didn’t get the ranch?” she asked, a teasing smile on her face when she arrived with the large extra pepperoni pizza and a six pack of whatever cheap beer had come with it.

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[vaughn-van-allen-blog]

alleyways || greer & vaughn

[greer-davis]

Greer rolled her eyes at his words, but the smile on her face indicated that she was far from angry. It wasn’t the first time Vaughn had used that line on her but to be fair, the redhead had expressed what she believed were her friends finer qualities many times before - looks obviously being one of them. “I don’t know, Mrs. Turner once showed us a couple pictures from her younger years,” she replied, a mock pensive look on her face. “She was kind of a babe.” Unable to keep a straight face much longer, Greer let out a laugh before taking her coffee.

“Next time, I’m buying,” she reminded him, before leading the way out of the coffee shop. She wasn’t entirely sure if they were heading anywhere in particular or just walking around; either way, Greer was happy to finally spend some time with her friend…and get to the bottom of whatever it was that was obviously on his mind. They hadn’t even made it down the block when Vaughn spoke up. The look of ease that had been on the werewolf’s face slowly faded when she caught the serious look on the blondes face.

Whatever Greer had been preparing to hear that was definitely not even an option. The redhead stopped in her tracks almost immediately, looking up at her friend with a blank expression. “Shut up,” was all she could say, unable to take her eyes off of Vaughn. What kind of fucking sick joke - no, Vaughn wouldn’t joke about something like this. There was nothing on face that even indicated he was even joking and his heart was beating very steadily.

He was telling the truth.

“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t - you’re not even sick!” she began, accidentally raising her voice because there had to be some mistake. Vaughn was so young, he had his entire life ahead of him. Greer could feel her heart begin to race at the almost guilty look on the mans face. He was sick…and he hadn’t told her. Vaughn Van Allen was terminally ill and he hadn’t told her? “No, there’s got to be a mistake,” she continued, forcing herself to keep calm but obviously failing.

She ignored his feeble attempt to change the subject, letting out a breath and glancing down at the ground. She couldn’t wrap her head around this - she wouldn’t. Imagining her life without Vaughn just wasn’t an option. “Please tell me they made a mistake,” she said after a moment, her voice just a whisper as she kept her gaze off of Vaughn now.

[vaughn-van-allen-blog]

Vaughn hated this. He hated the pain that his friends and family were having to suffer just because of him. It wasn’t fair to them. Sure, it wasn’t fair to him either, but he was coming to terms with that part… He wasn’t sure if he’d ever come to terms with the suffering it was going to put the people around him through. “I… Wish I could tell you that they did,” he said, tucking his free hand into his pocket.

He remembered all too clearly the way he’d grabbed the doctor’s arm and insisted that there must have been a mistake, and that they should check the tests again. There had been a lot of screaming involved… And then a lot of silence as he sat in the exam room staring at the floor and facing the fact that he was dying.

“I’ve been diagnosed with… Glioblastoma IV. The most aggressive form of brain cancer,” he recited from memory, almost launching into the whole packet his doctor had given him. “I can go through surgery and chemo and radiation… But all it will do is delay the inevitable and make my quality of life absolute shit,” he sighed. His eyes stayed on the ground, just like hers. But he didn’t need to raise his gaze to remove his hand from his pocket and reach out to take hold of her hand.

“I just found out last week… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he whispered, as if it would break him to speak any louder, “I didn’t know… I couldn’t… I don’t even fully grasp it now. Don’t know that I ever will. I’m only twenty-eight and my life is almost over.” He couldn’t help the slight, hollow laugh that escaped him after he spoke. He gave her hand a squeeze as he looked up at her. He wanted to tell her that she was the first thing he’d thought of when they’d told him. How there was so much more he needed to tell her, to express… But that would be selfish.

How could he ever ask anyone - much less Greer Davis, his dream girl - to try and love a dying man?

[greer-davis]

Greer closed her eyes as he explained his current state. The more he spoke the realer it became but she still couldn't wrap her head around it. Vaughn said it himself, he was so young - how was it even possible? And a year? How could he only have a year to live when he should've had his entire life?

It wasn't fucking fair.

"There has to be something else," she finally spoke, looking back at Vaughn with determination in her eyes. "Something the doctors haven't come up with - you said you only found out a week ago, that means there has to be another option. Something the doctors missed -" the words died in her mouth when she felt Vaughn take her hand, his touch alone managing to pull her from her thoughts. She swallowed hard and looked down at their hands and suddenly it hit her like a god damn freight train.

Vaughn was dying. In a year he'd be gone and all Greer and the others would be left with were memories.

"Oh my god," the words escaped her lips in a whisper, the realization of everything he was saying quickly sinking in. She felt her entire body go numb somehow, the ice coffee slipping out of her hand and spilling onto the ground.

She looked at him again, this time her eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall. Greer hated crying in front of others but holding it in wasn't an option this time. She took a step forward and had to balance herself on her toes as she wrapped her arms tightly around Vaughn's neck.

"There's got to be something - I'll think of something," she said more to herself than to Vaughn. With her face partially buried in the crook of his neck, Greer couldn't help but breath in his scent. While she normally hated how hyped up her sense were, there were moments like this when Greer was so up closer and personal with another person that she could get lost in them by touch and scent alone.

[vaughn-van-allen-blog]

alleyways || greer & vaughn

[greer-davis]

After working a short shift that morning, Greer was thrilled to have the rest of the day off. She hadn’t been entirely sure how she was going to spend the rest of her day, at least until she received a text from Vaughn; naturally, the redhead agreed to meet her friend up. She hadn’t seen much of the man lately which was unusual. The pair never went more than two days without seeing one another and the same applied to Oliver, Vanessa and co.

Which meant something was up.

Aside from Zaire Kennedy being in town and a tall, gorgeous redhead showing up claiming to be her sister, Greer’s week had been pretty uneventful. But that was past the point. It was obvious that something was going on with Vaughn and that’s what the redhead focused on as she walked into the cafe, a smile breaking out on her face when she caught sight of her friend. “Oh man, did you get taller?” she teased, the smile still on her face as she wrapped her arms around Vaughn as well. God she had missed him. It had been nearly a week since they’d last seen each other - Greer knew she was being silly but she couldn’t help it. Vaughn Van Allen played a bigger role in her life than he probably knew.

“Iced coffee would be great,” she answered, her green eyes never leaving his face as he fixed her hair - honestly, any other person would’ve gotten a fist to their face by now. Greer was momentarily taken back by how tired Vaughn looked. Yeah, something was up. “And a walk sounds perfect. I have so much to tell you. The librarian life, you know? It’s just full of excitement,” she told him, sarcasm evident in her tone despite the smile on her face.

[vaughn-van-allen-blog]

Vaughn felt himself smile, a reflex around Greer it seemed. He couldn’t resist smiling around her for very long - and there were sometimes that he really wanted to. She could be mean! Lovingly mean, though. The more Vaughn came to realize just how close he was to death, the more he appreciated her calling him a failure whenever he would drop something. Because he knew that her calling him a failure meant that she cared. Because Greer Davis didn’t waste her breath on just anyone.

He was also realizing how fucked up that seemed…

“Great,” he nodded, taking the few steps over to the counter to order Greer’s iced coffee and an iced tea for himself. He had read so much stuff that told him to do this and do that and he could hardly remember if he could even have coffee… So, he went for the option that seemed just a bit healthier. Not that it really mattered, right? He could have had whatever he wanted - he was still dying.

“I’m sure the librarian life is extremely interesting for you, because I happen to know that you’re the sexiest librarian to ever exist on this planet,” he told her, winking over at her as he leaned against the counter. A moment later, the cashier returned with their drinks. He paid for them, and then handed Greer hers before motioning towards the door. After holding the door open for her to go out before him, he fell in step beside her, letting out a breath. He knew that there were times ahead where he’d be too tired to get up much less go for a walk.

He turned his eyes to Greer for a moment and took her in. The sun in her hair, the light breeze brushing a strand of that hair into her face, the slight movement she made to let the breeze brush it back away. He was going to miss her. Well, he supposed he wouldn’t be doing anything considering he’d be dead. “Greer,” he said softly, his eyes turning down to his own cup, “I… I have something I need to tell you. And it’s really tough for me to… say…”

He’d said it aloud twice now… But it wasn’t any easier. He’d said it a million times in his own thoughts, that certainly didn’t make it easier.

“I-I’m… dying,” he said very slowly as his fingers pushed the straw in his drink back and forth, “I… Have less than a year to live.” He finally turned his eyes up to meet hers, and immediately regretted telling her. “So yeah, that’s that. So, how about this whole Vanessa and Oliver breaking up thing? Crazy… huh?….”

He trailed off, knowing that his attempt at distraction wouldn’t work and let out a sigh, “Shit…”

[greer-davis]

Greer rolled her eyes at his words, but the smile on her face indicated that she was far from angry. It wasn’t the first time Vaughn had used that line on her but to be fair, the redhead had expressed what she believed were her friends finer qualities many times before - looks obviously being one of them. “I don’t know, Mrs. Turner once showed us a couple pictures from her younger years,” she replied, a mock pensive look on her face. “She was kind of a babe.” Unable to keep a straight face much longer, Greer let out a laugh before taking her coffee.

“Next time, I’m buying,” she reminded him, before leading the way out of the coffee shop. She wasn’t entirely sure if they were heading anywhere in particular or just walking around; either way, Greer was happy to finally spend some time with her friend…and get to the bottom of whatever it was that was obviously on his mind. They hadn’t even made it down the block when Vaughn spoke up. The look of ease that had been on the werewolf’s face slowly faded when she caught the serious look on the blondes face.

Whatever Greer had been preparing to hear that was definitely not even an option. The redhead stopped in her tracks almost immediately, looking up at her friend with a blank expression. “Shut up,” was all she could say, unable to take her eyes off of Vaughn. What kind of fucking sick joke - no, Vaughn wouldn’t joke about something like this. There was nothing on face that even indicated he was even joking and his heart was beating very steadily.

He was telling the truth.

“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t - you’re not even sick!” she began, accidentally raising her voice because there had to be some mistake. Vaughn was so young, he had his entire life ahead of him. Greer could feel her heart begin to race at the almost guilty look on the mans face. He was sick…and he hadn’t told her. Vaughn Van Allen was terminally ill and he hadn’t told her? “No, there’s got to be a mistake,” she continued, forcing herself to keep calm but obviously failing.

She ignored his feeble attempt to change the subject, letting out a breath and glancing down at the ground. She couldn’t wrap her head around this - she wouldn’t. Imagining her life without Vaughn just wasn’t an option. “Please tell me they made a mistake,” she said after a moment, her voice just a whisper as she kept her gaze off of Vaughn now.

[greer-davis]

Uncomfortably Comfortable | Oliver & Greer

[greer-davis]

“Whaaaat,” she hissed, turning slightly and hitting Oliver in the arm in return - honestly he was like a damn child sometimes. Whenever Greer didn’t give the man her full attention he often did whatever he needed to to get the redheads attention. It worked 90% of the time, Greer having learned how to block out the other werewolf when she really wanted too.

And then he’d do something Grundy-like, and jump on a counter and start singing the Canadian National Anthem while in line at Starbucks. Needless to say, Greer couldn’t ignore Oliver Grundy even if she tried.

“Us be neighbors again? You realize you sleep here at least once a week, right?” she pointed out, a small grin on her face as reached for a small handful of popcorn. “So really, what difference would it be if I lived here, Paris or across the hall from you?” she then asked, a mock pensive look on her face as she tossed a couple pieces of popcorn into her mouth.

“And I didn’t call you fat, I’m just pointing out one of you finer qualities…which just so happens to be the ability to inhale everything placed in front of you,” she explained innocently, a neutral expression on her face as she continued to munch on the popcorn in her hand.

The redhead fell silent as he spoke, unable to pick up the slightly off tone in his voice. Greer knew it was none of her business, it really, really wasn’t. She was in no place to give relationship advice given the fact that she’s never really been in one, but seeing what breakups often did to the people around her…well, she was fine by herself.

She let out a sigh before turning onto her side so that she was facing Oliver. “You do seem perfectly fine,” she agreed sarcastically, although her voice remained soft. She was silent for a moment, already kicking herself for what she was about to say. “I’m just worried, that’s all. About Vanessa…and you.”

[olivergrundy-blog]

Sometimes Oliver really really appreciated Greer’s emotional detachment to things, even if he knew her way better than that. His mom had practically started sobbing after he informed her that he was no longer dating Vanessa – probably because she figured that relationship would be the only one that ever had a chance of giving her any grandkids with the way Eddie was looking. Hell, she probably already had 8 grandkids in 8 different cities – who really knew what Eddie really did when he went on “tour” the kid had no common sense. But Oliver’s falsified smile turned down and he nodded, looking back at the tv as he reached for her stuffed animal he had been laying on earlier, tugging it to his chest as he shrugged. “It’s… my fault, anyway,” he sighed, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. “And I’m dealing with it. How is– is she??” Oliver bit down on his question, though. It wasn’t fair for Greer to be the middle man in all of it. He managed a small, sideways smirk as he looked back to her, however; leaning in closer as he pretended he couldn’t hear, cupping his ear. “I’m sorry – did you say you were worried? About – about me?? It almost sounds like you care, Davis, are you sure you’re feeling well?” Making a show of pressing his wrist to her forehead, he continued to shake his head. “Am I dying? Oh no, are you dying? Is this your last feeble attempts at trying to tell me that you’ve loved me ever since we were little? I mean I’ve always known…” he rambled on, feeling her glare before actually seeing it. Oliver’s smirk quirked up in a small, appreciative smile, though. “Thanks. Seriously, Greery. It’s not – It’ll be fine. I know you don’t do the whole feelings things, but I’m really glad you’re… you know.” Here? Around? The list honestly was endless in his appreciation for all things Greer Davis, but she already knew that. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re not in Paris considering I’ll definitely be crashing here tonight while Eddie has band practice. And where else could I get pizza bagels?”

[greer-davis]

There was a part of Greer that almost regretted bringing up the subject of Vanessa and it was only because of the way Oliver was responding. While he wasn't doing anything overly dramatic, the redhead wasn't used to seeing this side of him. Obviously Oliver Grundy had feelings, hell, deep down Greer did too, but rarely did their topics of conversation go down this route. Their relationship had always been an easy one to maintain; they were able to talk to each other about everything... Well, almost everything. "From what I was told, it was a mutual thing," she tried to assure him, her voice soft as she watched him cradle her puppet. She wasn't used to seeing Oliver like this but she had to make sure he was okay and unfortunately, talking about it was the only way to do so. The conversation had been going surprisingly well - and then he had to go and say something Grundy-like. Greer rolled her eyes before giving his arm a light pinch. "We were totally having a serious moment, Grundy" she sighed dramatically, the small grin on her lips indicating that she wasn't as upset as she sounded. "This is exactly why I put off having this little talk for so long. I should've made sure you were nice and drunk first so that you wouldn't remember it." Liquid courage was a powerful thing, Greer would know. "It's okay though, I know you only hang around here because we have unlimited cable and a stocked fridge," she went on, an amused smile still on her face. Greer picked up a random piece of popcorn next to her and flicked it at the werewolf, hitting him lightly on the cheek. She picked up another piece and tossed that one into her mouth, her green eyes lingering on her floral blanket.

Greer fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "But you're right, everything will be fine," she agreed, determination evident in her tone. "Do you know why I know? Because I know everything.” Duh. “But also because I can’t handle you being all broody and mopey. It’s not a good look for you, Ollie.” 

 Good save.

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marching on | vanessa & greer

After making a few quick pit stops around town, Greer sighed with relief when she finally found herself pulling into Vanessa’s driveway. While most people their age opted for hitting up bars or clubs to celebrate the start of the weekend, this night in particular had been planned long ago. Sort of.

Vanessa and Greer had been doing this for as long as either of them could remember. As the years went on they traded in hot fudge sundaes for home made margaritas but they had fun regardless. It was tradition at this point for them to get together like this (lately, it happened at least once a month given their “adult responsibilities”), and it was honestly one of the few things the redhead looked forward too.

Especially after a week like this.

“Brownie mix, pop tarts, barbecue lays, and random assortments of candy,” she listed, as a way of greeting, making her way up the small steps of the blondes porch. Before Vanessa had a chance to say anything, the redhead continued. “Red wine and Jack Daniels because I wasn’t sure what kind of mood you were in…also I couldn’t pick,” she admitted, a slightly mischievous smile making it’s way onto her face.