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desmond grayson english teacher at olympus high school anti - mc — - if there is nothing but what we make in this world, let us make it good.

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Truthfully, the last person Andy was interested in running into with Desmond Grayson. He understood that the other man was important to Lettie, and Lettie was important to Andy – So he should try, but the kid was a punk. Not to mention, he surely knew all the gory details of Andy and Lettie’s botched job. Andy didn’t want to hear his opinion, but he was flying too high to care much about it right now. Instead, he takes another drag of his cigarette watching the scene unfolding in front of him. The sound of Desmond’s voice pulls Andy’s attention, a brow arching as he spoke. It was surprising to hear the other man approve of anything club related felt worthy of suspicious, given his history of being openly against their presence in town – And Andy’s first conversation with him, where he’d threatened lighting the man on fire if he hadn’t backed off snooping around. His eyes narrow for a moment, taking another drag of his cigarette before actually speaking. “Guess so.” Andy settles with, before adding: “What are you doin’ here?”

There was no one that annoyed Desmond more than Andy did for the most part, and it was easy enough to avoid the old man generally. Not to mention, Desmond wasn’t exactly pleased with Andy that he was just letting Lettie take responsibility for the murder. It had lowered Desmond’s opinion of the man incredibly, as he wasn’t sure such a thing had even been possible. But apparently it was. Perhaps his words had been a bit more civil towards the gangs, but his eyes were still daggers in Andy’s direction. “You can’t expect the town not to be curious about what happened, maybe even wanna see it for themselves.” The words were bit out, as Desmond was deciding whether or not to pick a fight over Lettie taking the fall for Andy. 

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She had to let out a soft laugh at him. He had no idea what was happening, but he knew how to play the game. He knew what he said could be used against them and did perfectly. She would have to kiss him for this, if he let her. “I don’t really know what’s going on. I have to get a lawyer, I won’t talk to them without one. They said I matched a description of someone, but a lot of people look like me.” That was exactly true, considering she had quite a few distinct tattoos and her height was noticeable, but she wanted to ease Des. 

“The bars might be a little too much space for this situation,” She said, knowing she would already want to hold Des when he came to see her. She knew she was an idiot, she knew that she was the cliche of understanding what she had when she lost it, but it was true. She sighed softly into the phone,“You’re too good for this, Des. I’m glad I met you.”

Desmond wasn’t generally that much of a gambler, and he certainly wasn’t about to start being one when it came to Lettie’s life. That was the absolute last thing he’d ever put on the line. “Good, that’s good,” he said, still a little in shock from the fact that she was being charged for murder. “You mean there’s more Amazon women with legs for days running around this town?” Humor apparently was a decent enough coping mechanism, though he wasn’t sure if he was doing it for her benefit or his— even if it was stupid humor.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going with something a bit more casual for the next time we see each other.” He wasn’t entirely sure how strict they’d be one some of the rules when it came to Lettie and visitation, knowing that touching was most often not permitted. But...he could hope, couldn’t he? “Don’t do that,” he said a little insitently, though the words were also soft. Talk of him being good only reminded him of her speaking of him being too good for her, and the conversation they’d had that had resulted in giving them more ‘space’ in the first place. “It’s decency. And...” He loved her. “It’s not like you’re just any pretty girl callin’ for a bailout.” Her last words struck him right in the place where his heart must lie within his chest, and he swallowed hard to keep himself from telling her of just how much he loved the fact that they’d met. “I wouldn’t trade anything for it, though. Meeting you.” Even if it had caused some of the more painful moments for him over the past year. It had also given him some of the best.

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With Thanksgiving break having come to an end and the Christmas holiday fast approaching, it was that time of the year again. The time of parent-teacher conferences. With everything going on in his life at the moment, the fact that these were still happening seemed...incredibly mundane. Not to mention— parents could be an absolute terror. As he looked down at his clipboard for who was coming in next, he wasn’t too concerned when the name that greeted him was Reina Thane. She was a bit psychotic, yes— but when it came to her sons education...she wasn’t particularly involved. She was probably just thrilled her boys hadn’t been expelled yet. 

He set out the folder he’d made for both AJ and Rhett on her side of the table, rising as he heard a knock on the door to welcome the formidable woman in. “Thank you fo coming, Mrs. Thane,” he said before settling back into his chair. “I hope the traffic wasn’t too bad.” It was always good to start out with some small talk before launching into the nitty gritty of someone’s kid. 

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She didn’t know how much she could tell him, how much would be recorded and be used against her, but she couldn’t let him walk into this blindly. “They’re trying to charge me with murder, Desmond.” The words stuck in her throat and she felt sick having to choke them out, but the faster she told him, the easier this would be. 

“An exception because I’m in jail,” She asked, teasing slightly. At least her humor wasn’t completely gone, though she thought that would probably be the extent of it tonight. “I know I got you. You always catch me.” He was there for her constantly even when she was being pretty awful to him. “Stay on the phone ‘til they kick me off?”

He wasn’t going to push for information when anything might be able to be used against her, but he couldn’t stop the sharp intake of worried breath that fell from him when she mentioned murder. Was there a more serious crime to be accused of? “Ridiculous,” he finally said, hoping that if they were being listened to- his reaction would maybe at least help a little with casting her in an innocent light. “Anyone I know? Or have they not told you who?” Was this about...Allura somehow, maybe?

“Yeah I mean- I think the bars could count as space even if I’m on the other side of them,” he finally managed to joke weakly, though he was mostly wrought with worry. “Always will,” he said gently, unsure if he was crossing a line by saying so. But he already knew he was bad at this whole...giving space thing. “I’ll be here, Col. And I’m on my way.” He didn’t have plans of going anywhere.

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He keeps a reasonable distance – Finding himself leaning against the street sign at the end of the block as a way to no be noticed, but still get a view of the action. The last thing he needs is for a cop to see him around, after the few weeks he’s had. It’s late afternoon now, he’d finished his shift at the auto shop and wanted to see how the news was being handled across town. With his bike parked around the corner, Andy lit a cigarette and watched the chaos – It’d calmed down from last he heard this morning, with only a few cop cars around and caution tape surrounding the Dive. It put a smile on his face, a chuckle following. “Ding dong, the witch is dead.” He says to no one in particular, taking another drag from his cigarette. 

The news of what had happened to Kane spread fast. After all, this was a small town that loved to talk. As soon as Desmond had heard rumor of what had happened he’d gone straight to the Dive, wanting to see for himself what had been wrought. He’d only just managed to catch the tail end of the clean up, though the screams of a dead man were still playing through the air. In this instance...it was one of the times Desmond actually approved of something the Club had done. Kane was a piece of shit, and a stain on society— and hopefully...Lettie might also be safer with the passing of him. Still...the way in which his death had been enacted was unnecessarily dramatic. He’d been walking back from the scene when he heard Andy’s voice, and turned towards the sound of it. He hadn’t seen the man since they’d both been at the station when Lettie was taken in. But he hadn’t gotten to have words with him then, too preoccupied with the going ons of the arrest and trying to get his dad to pull some strings for Lettie. “The first good thing that’s happened between the gangs in months,” he mumbled in Andy’s general direction. It was, after all, a good thing that Kane was gone.

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She had a spark of shame and guilt bubble in her chest, a feeling she hadn’t had since the Gala, when she heard his voice. Why did he care so much about her when she did shit like this? Lettie gritted her teeth against that mean little voice that always spoke down to her. She knew that Desmond would understand why she was doing this. She was sure if it had been up to him, he would have done the same thing for someone else. That thought made her stifle the bad feelings she was holding. 

“I… I can’t explain what’s going on the phone. They can record these and use them in court and I don’t want them to twist my words.” She swallowed a laugh, of course he would still double check if she needed bail. “No, Rowan and Andy are taking care of it. I… I just want you to be there when I get out. I know that’s not exactly space, but I need you.”

Desmond had expected something of the answer she had given, though he hadn’t been able to stifle the initial instinct to ask about what was going on. “I understand,” he simply said, already thinking about possibly calling his father, the judge, and asking if he might be able to pull some strings and favors. Even though he wasn’t on great terms with the man, if it could help Lettie— he’d do it without hesitation. Though he wasn’t sure his father would be so willing...

“It’s different. The space thing. This is like...an exception,” he finished with a bit of a strange chuckle at the end of his words. Lettie always seemed to be his exception. “You’ve got me.” She must know that by now. After all these months. “I’m on my way, alright?”

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“I write about you,“ she said, “because when my words touch the paper I can pretend that you love me, and I can live in a parallel universe where things are different.”

— Sue Zhao // Nothing but Strawberries #10

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She laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have.

Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows (via lilys)

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“Yeah I fuckin’ better be. I’ll bring the best graduation gifts.” Sutton was already planning on spoiling Ducky with treats the way Desmond and his cousin have been spoiling Goose. Talking about the dogs seemed to be good for Des, but the topic stopped as he started rattling off what she called Galaxy Speak. “Okay I don’t even know what the fuck a Snoke is, so nice try.” She had technically watched every single movie in the franchise - hard not to when you hang around Desmond Grayson so much - but there’s so much information to take in, Sutton doesnt’ know what shit she has to pay attention to. Licking her lips a little, Sutton glance around her. Who was around? No one she recognized immediately; so she huffed out an exhale. “Uh….yeah, yeah let’s go with that.” This was a bad idea, and she had a feeling that Desmond would not. But there was a part of her that prayed that maybe he would stop asking questions.”

“You better. She deserves only the best from her Aunt Sutton.” Desmond had...very little qualms about spoiling his pup so far, finding her far too cute to say no. Of course, he was making sure she wasn’t getting too spoiled or anything of that like. He still wanted a well-behaved dog. “It wasn’t a try it was a success to expose you and your fake Star Wars knowledge,” he teased, amused by Sutton’s phrasing of not knowing what a Snoke was rather than who Snoke was. But annoyance crept into Desmond’s voice and face as Sutton seemed to go along with what Desmond had joked about. “I know you can’t tell me shit, but I’d rather not be lied to,” he said bluntly, the only strain in their relationship coming to light through the motorcycle gang. 

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When she finally was told she could use her call, she had made quick work of pressing Desmond’s number into the keypad. She had memorized after long nights of staring at her phone, deciding if she should delete his number or not. It seemed her mind decided that his number would never be deleted. It was late. She was sure he had work the next day. She held her breath as the phone rang. 

It released shaking when she heard his phone connect. “It’s Lettie. I’ve been arrested.” She rushed to continue,“Not that I’m calling to get you to post bail for me. Andy and Rowan know. I just… I just needed to tell you myself.”

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After the charity auction and...what they’d done there— Desmond had felt a rather healthy portion of guilt for having given in to what he wanted that evening. And after he’d promised to give Lettie her space, too. So he’d been giving her that space since then, doing what he should have been doing in the first place after she had asked. But tonight when he got the call and he heard the message asking if he’d like to accept a collect call from Collette Alves in jail...he hadn’t hesitated for a single moment to press yes. 

“Lettie, are you alright?” Was the first question he asked, shock coloring his voice more than anything, though concern was strong in it as well. Already he was looking for his truck keys, the jingle of him collecting them able to be heard over the phone. “What happened? Do you need bail, though?” Make sure to grab his wallet as well.

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Unsurprised that Desmond had at least put the attempt in to get Ducky to be the furry sidekick, Sutton patted her friend’s shoulder softly. “Wow…soon enough you’ll be the father of a graduate. Must be so proud.” The immediate back and forth with Desmond was such a far cry from what had been going on with her at this festival, she wanted to hang on every word as if it was the last conversation she’d have with him ever. “I had the best Star Wars tutor. Gotta show ‘em what I got….I got it right, right?” She’s used to using Han Solo facts on him, so when he pulls the Skywalker outfit out, she always stumbles. She fell silent. Almost wanting to just focus on talking about the dogs, to offer advice on how to curb Ducky’s firework anxiety with how she dealt with Goose’s. But she wouldn’t be able to avoid this line of questioning much longer. “That….is an ATF agent” She said finally. Giving Desmond a look to warn him that there’s very little information he can get.

“Obviously I’m bursting with pride. You’ll be invited to the graduation party, and Goose is a also a must. That really goes without saying, though.” Ducky was proving to be a great outlet for Desmond to focus on, and it definitely helped that she was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. But she was growing quickly, filling out her paws and getting bigger every day. Another flicker of amusement passed over him at her words, and he decided to take a moment to tease her. “Come on, Sutton...how could you not remember that Luke is the biggest baddie in the whole series? Even worse than Vader and Snoke together.” The pursing of his lips was...not hidden in the least as she mentioned the ATF agent, and it was obvious he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it. “One of the ones that took you in? How nice of him to ask you on a date to the festival. Is this his way of apologizing?”