#graceland polycule tag

[gingerpeachtea]

[gingerpeachtea]

HIIIIIII i posted a graceland fic last night :3

a belated 11 year anniversary thing!! polyverse, hurt/comfort, etc <3

[gingerpeachtea]

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HIII have 5 sentences that is actually 7!! from mike shower gone wrong real not clickbait

Mike opened his eyes to Charlie walking in, Dale just two steps behind her with a water bottle in hand. Fuck. Worrying Charlie was the last thing he wanted. “I’m okay,” he mumbled, tongue clumsy against the backs of his teeth. He couldn’t look at her. “Bullshit. You look dead.”

(make me write!!)

[gingerpeachtea]

🦀 hiiii!!!!

HIIIIII have the opening paragraph to a graceland polyfic (which i actually might post really soon if all goes according to plan >:] )

Mike didn’t know which was getting to him quicker: the exhaustion from staying up waiting for Briggs to come home, or the pent-up anxiety that had him on edge and increasingly short-fused. Charlie had headed up to bed a little over an hour ago after spending the night pacing the kitchen, and Johnny had gone up with her—playing peacekeeper between the few of them had gotten old fast. Paige and Dale were pouring over the map laid out between them on the kitchen island, debating back and forth about logistics for a trafficking case they’d been assigned. They had claimed to give up on agonizing over Briggs’ safety once midnight hit not too long ago, but the fact that neither of them had gone to bed said enough. Mike heard it in the tap of Paige's fingers on the page, nervously drumming out her looming doubts in tune with the ticking clock—saw it in the overlap of condensation rings wilting the corner of the map, DJ’s mug of lavender tea having long gone cold.

(make me write!!)