#​​​​​​​✧ * º · 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : gracie michaels.

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         ❛  did  you  leave  these  behind  on  purpose  ?  ❜  she  refers  to  the  box  of  letters,  now  unopened  after  a  long  night  of  reading  and  revelations.  ❛  i'm  not  leaving  until  you  tell  me.  the  truth  —  don't  try  to  lie  to  me.  ❜ @womansound / second to last bullet

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          ❛  yup.  just  wanted  to  make  sure  we're  both  on  the  same  page.  ❜      head  dips  to  press  kisses  along  the  other's  collarbone,  actions  completely  misaligning  with  her  words  as  her  hand  snakes  around  the  other's  waist.      ❛  people  talk.  but  we're  cool,  right  ?  ❜

                                                  TWO  CAN  PLAY  THE  SAME  GAME.  despite  the  little  setback  that  he  detects  and  another  mile  of  distance  created  between  the  pair  ,  logan  doesn't  let  his  face  fall  for  even  a  millisecond.  ''  oh  ,  my  bad  for  making  it  sound  like  ...  that  was  the  intention.  i  know  it  means  nothing  ,  ''  waving  a  finger  between  their  figures  ,  ''  c'mon.  what's  with  the  sour  face  ?  it  does  mean  nothing  ,  right  ?  ''

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closed starter for @springbreezc​ based on this and this

          ❛ you never answered my calls, my letters—- you never gave me an explanation. so FUCK YOU and your ‘sorry’. ❜ but she’s still here. ❛ why wouldn’t you see me ? i waited for you. ❜

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closed starter for @dysnomiias​

          ❛ i thought we were keeping this casual... ? ❜

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closed starter for @springbreezc​

          a shaky hand holding a bloody rag dabs gently at an open wound, which looks better than before but still pretty painful. ❛ i don't know who i'm more pissed at, ❜ gracie starts, trying not to spend too long replaying in her head the exact moment it happened. but she owes this man her life and she knows that real well now. ❛ you for jumping in front of me like an idiot, or me for getting us into that situation in the first place. ❜ tired, bloodshot eyes look over the wound carefully as she places gauze and tape over it, doing whatever she was doing to try and not make it hurt any more than it does. ❛ it's my fault, ❜ the female concludes. guilt weighs down her shoulders and gracie grabs another rag to wipe aggressively at her blood-stained hands. ❛ i should've never asked you for help. ❜

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         ❛ i didn't wanna share. ❜ she holds up the lit joint. ❛ can you keep a secret ? ❜ @lcsingme

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closed starter for @thekoolkat based on this

         she loiters outside the bar, taking her sweet time while smoking her last cigarette of the night. she's already smoked two of them earlier in the evening in hopes of killing the anxiety blooming in her chest, but nothing is helping. when gracie sees the other come out of the bar, she's on defense mode. ❛ hey — i'm done. i think your ex is finally getting jealous and wants you back, so we shouldn't waste our time continuing whatever this is. ❜ she waves her cigarette around for emphasis. the drink she had downed just a few minutes before is making its way through her bloodstream, which causes gracie to be more honest than usual. ❛ i'm not going back in there. not with you. ❜ 

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          ❛  is  this  ...  a  cd  ?  you  know  people  use  spotify  now, right ?  ❜ @angelvings

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          ❛  is  everyone  decent  ?  ❜  when  a  chorus  of  grunts  and  yeses  respond,  hands  drop  from  covering  eyes.  ❛  darn,  ❜  gracie  says  in  mock  disappointment,  walking  swiftly  into  the  locker  room  like  she  has  hundreds  of  times  before.  hues  of  hazel  scan  the  room  for  a particular  player,  but  they're  nowhere  to  be  seen.  ❛  oi,  has  anyone  seen  alex  ?  ❜ @womansound

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based on this / @lyswrite

       ❛ i'm not that ten year old kid anymore, y'know. neither are you. ❜

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          ❛  i  still  don't  understand  why  you  had  to  lie.  ❜ @lovedew

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         of  course  she  could've  said  no.  and  while  she  didn't  say  yes  to  the  coach's  request  either,  no  answer  is  an  answer.  ❛  then  i  hope  your  little  brawl  was  worth  it.  whatever  it  is  that  you  fought  for,  ❜  she  asserts.  because  at  the  end  of  the  day,  there's  no  way  alex  would  jeopardize  their  body  for  something  as  menial  as  a  drunk  argument.  even  gracie  knows  that,  which  has  her  curious  as  to  what  could  possibly  have  been  so  appalling  to  have  landed  them  here,  though  she's  afraid  to  poke  the  bear  and  decides  to  cruise  with  the  somewhat  normalcy  this  conversation  has  achieved  so  far.  lips  purse  together  at  their  question,  hesitation  etched  on  delicate  features  before  she  washes  it  away  with  a  shake  of  her  head.  ❛  no.  you  know  me  —  i've  got  nothing.  ❜  except  for  one  person,  but  they're  laying  right  in  front  of  her  now.  ❛  do  you  ...  want  me  to  stay  ?  ❜  the  question  hangs  in  the  air,  hopeful  yet  uncertain.

          there’s  a  brief  moment  in  between  the  silence  and  the  chewing  on  cheddar  jalapeño  that  alex  feels  relatively  …  normal.  it  doesn’t  happen  often  when  gracie’s  involved,  used  to  volatile  and  intense  emotions  that  overtake  them  (  and  lead  to  things  that  maybe  shouldn’t  be  said,  if  the  last  time  they  met  is  any  indication  ).  but  this  feels  almost  —  fine;  in  the  state  they’re  in,  too,  they’d  take  a  somewhat  comfortable  silence  over  arguing  any  day.  still,  “oh,  fuck  off.”  they  roll  their  eyes,  groaning.  of  course  their  coach  would’ve  proposed  something  so  fucking  ridiculous.  “y’could  say  no,  y’know.  sure  he  wouldn’t  hold  it  against  ya  …”  yet  emotions  war  inside  them,  stuck  between  wanting  gracie  to  get  out  of  their  hair  since  she’s  no  longer  obligated  to  take  care  of  them,  and  the  small  part  of  them  (  that  grows  with  a  pitiful  fervor  )  that  hopes  she  stays  a  while,  anyway  …  alex  snorts,  lifting  their  eyebrows  in  a  mimic  of  her  actions.  “painkillers  over  gettin’  to  score  out  on  the  pitch.  lucky  me.”  they  drawl,  sarcastic.  the  bag  of  chips  is  finished  at  this  point,  and  they  toss  it  to  the  bedside  table.  “...  so  you’re  stayin’,  then  ?  and  —”  brows  knit  together,  tearing  their  gaze  from  her.  “not  keepin’  anyone  waiting  back  home  for  you  or  ‘nything  like  that  ?”

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         ❛ jesus christ. your nails are too fucking long — cut them. ❜ she examines the scratches on her arms, hissing at the newly broken skin. ❛ and i told you to keep the hickeys below the neck. you're so fucking annoying. ❜ @spitsfires

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starter for @springbreezc​ based on this (third bullet)

          IT TOOK HER ALMOST an hour to gather the courage to do this, but at this point gracie had no other choice. it was only a matter of time before all this shit would catch up to her, she just didn't think it'd be this soon. the desperation is evident in her body, face, and hands as she shakily knocks on the other's door with serious hope that they were home. when the door opens, she's relieved, but not enough. ❛ hi. ❜ don't even ask how she found them. ❛ i -- i need your help. i fucked up. real bad. and i'm--- i'm in a lot of trouble. ❜ she holds out the paper bag in her arms. ❛ i brought beer. ❜

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          ❛ are you asking me to stay ? ❜

@gatekepts liked this for a starter.

"i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there"

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         one more reassuring squeeze of his arms paired with fixing tie is enough to say you're welcome. she wrestles with the stress wringing tightly in her chest, but tries her hardest to mask the tension. today is the one day she has to be the self-assured one, and gracie intends to do so. ❛ are you kidding ? who knew you had a baby face underneath all the scruff ? ❜ she jokes, a gentle hand reaching up to stroke his chin. ❛ you look like a million bucks, ❜ she reassures. ❛ i forgot how good you look in a suit. ❜

@gatekepts sent: [ caress ] sender soothes a nervous receiver by stroking their hands up and down receiver's arms ( fox & gracie )

his parole hearing was in an hour, and fox's skin felt too tight. the suit that he was wearing didn't help, though he supposed it was a nice change from the orange jumpsuit that had been his daily garb for awhile now. the hands running up and down the length of his arms was the only thing keeping him stitched together, and he lifted his heavy head to give gracie a grateful smile. "thanks for helping me with my tie." thanks for showing up. thanks for staying. "do i look prim and proper, like i'm ready to be integrated back into society?"