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gracie abrams, but if you want someone else, feel free to ask! (wlw only please)

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gracie abrams, taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, tate mcrae, sabrina carpenter

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requests: on

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mootie ?? 🤍

yesyes!! hiiii!!

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and i destroyed every silverlining you had in your head all of your feelings I played with them go ahead we can just call it conditioning we were too different you were so sensitive gave me the best of that i was so negligent now I feel terrible 'bout how I handled it and now i now I bet you resent all of me all of it angry blocking me over the internet promise I don't forget all of my fault in this vause look at me I'm alone sitting here staying home all of my self-control kinda got difficult but I deserve it though I deserve it though

how your ask finds me

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is anyone else scared to reread their older stuff? like baby idk who wrote that …

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guys hi..

never felt something more tbh!

it’s been so long since i’ve written/posted on here and im not sure if I want to take down my old stuff. I feel like I owe it to myself to re-read my old stuff first but like I stated in the previous post I’m lowk scared 🫪🫪

idk would anyone be highly against this(probably not lol)

anyway I hope everyone is doing well and happy pride monthhhhh 🫦🫦

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woahhhhh thank you guysssssss wth🥲🩷

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let’s see how long my new layout lasts shall we (i already miss my pink)

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how to find motivation to write no glue no borax 🫩

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Please post more often for my well being!!

HAHA i’m trying i promise 🥲🥲

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(cry)baby fever

pairing: gracie abrams x fem reader

blurb: period hormones makes you tearfully confess to gracie how sad it is that she can’t get you pregnant

wc: 0.5k+

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You’re curled up on the couch with a heating pad pressed to your stomach and a box of tissues perched precariously on the armrest. The TV’s on, but you’re not watching it. You’re just sort of… staring through it, eyes watery for no real reason, except everything feels like a reason right now.

Gracie’s in the kitchen, humming softly as she rummages through the cupboards. She appears a minute later with your favorite mug full of peppermint tea, which she hands over like it’s sacred.

“Here, baby,” she says, voice all soft and low, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. She sits beside you, one knee tucked under her. “How’s my girl doing?”

You sniffle. “Crampy.”

She nods solemnly, like this is the world’s most serious medical update. She rubs your thigh through the blanket, warm and steady.

Then, because your brain is your brain, it blurts out the thought that’s been buzzing around all day, “It’s so just stupid.”

“What is?” she asks, peering at you like she can read your mind if she just squints hard enough.

You pick at the edge of the blanket, tears welling up again for no good reason. “you can’t even get me pregnant!”

There’s a beat of silence. Then Gracie lets out the smallest, most bewildered laugh. Not mean, just surprised. “Baby,” she says, her voice soft and amused all at once, “your crying because I can’t get you pregnant?”

You groan and bury your face in her shoulder. “It’s dumb, I know. I don’t even want to be pregnant right now, obviously, and you physically can’t but my hormones are so dumb and I just- I don’t know-”

Gracie wraps both arms around you, squeezing until your ribs feel a little steadier. She’s trying so hard not to giggle because she knows if she does you’ll pout, but her chest keeps bouncing with tiny little huffs of laughter anyway.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs, kissing your hair over and over. “You’re so cute. You know we’d figure that out when we’re ready. We could do IVF, or adopt, or steal a baby-”

“Gracie!” you squeak into her neck.

“Kidding, kidding,” she says, pulling back just enough to cup your cheeks. Her thumbs swipe under your eyes, catching the fresh tears. “You’re just the sweetest thing in the world, you know that? Crying about my dumb body not being able to knock you up.”

You pout harder, but you’re smiling now too. “Don’t say it like that.”

She grins and kisses the tip of your nose. “Okay. I won’t. But you know we’re gonna have a little family one day, right? One way or another. I promise.”

You nod, sniffling, and she pulls you back into her chest, rubbing your back in slow circles.

“Now,” she murmurs, lips in your hair, “do you want me to make you cookies or rub your stomach until you fall asleep on me?”

You mumble, half asleep already: “Both.”

Gracie just smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Both it is, baby. Always both.”

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authors note: this is definitely a bit of a self indulgent fic as period cramps are currently making me want to curl up into a ball and die but hope you enjoyed <3. I also can’t tell if this is stupid and corny so if it is just ignore idk….

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is anyone else scared to reread their older stuff? like baby idk who wrote that …

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working on requests 😛😛😛

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“And don't you feel alone at night or sorta kinda daily Well, I knew it, I know you, I called it”

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fighting the changing my layout every day demons

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they won

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fighting the changing my layout every day demons

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how are you guys making your themes/layouts so cutesy wth

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dance with me baby

pairing: gracie abrams x fem reader

blurb: your secret relationship with gracie gets out during an album wrap party in the sweetest way

wc: 0.5k+

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You never meant for it to slip out. You’ve been so good, months of quiet hand-holding under tables, kisses stolen in dark corners of venues, your name buried deep in her phone under an inside joke so no one would suspect a thing.

You’d both agreed: it’s better this way. Less noise. More you and her, and no one else’s eyes on the soft, quiet thing you share.

but then tonight happened.

It’s just a little album wrap party, friends, a couple people from her label, some familiar faces. You’re not even supposed to be there officially; you’re just there because she wants you pressed against her side in the back corner, her hand slipping under the hem of your sweater every so often to trace soft lines of your hip.

She’s talking to some guy you vaguely recognize from her team, he’s sweet, a little drunk, leaning too close to her ear when the music gets louder. You know he means nothing by it, and you’re just tipsy enough that you know you should let it go, but you don’t.

So when Gracie laughs at something he says and your hand grasping her sleeve to pull her back into you, you don’t even think twice before you lean in and murmur against her ear, loud enough for him to hear:

“C’mon, baby, dance with me instead.”

It’s like the music cuts out, just for a second. He blinks. Gracie blinks. You freeze, mouth still half open, realizing what you’ve done.

Gracie’s eyes flick to yours, wide and startled but soft, the way they always are when it’s just you and her. But now it’s not just you and her, the people around you are noticing. You hear someone whisper your name, someone else glance over.

“Shit,” you breathe, your face burning hot. You pull back a little, suddenly hyperaware of your hand still on her waist. “Gracie, I-”

Before you can finish, she turns in your arms, slides her hands up your jaw, and kisses you. Right there, in the middle of the party, with her friends and her team and half the damn room watching.

You make a soft, surprised sound against her mouth but she doesn’t pull away, she kisses you like she’s daring anyone to say a word, like she’s been waiting to do this forever.

When she finally breaks the kiss, she leans in, her forehead resting against yours, her lips brushing your cheek.

“Guess that’s out now,” she whispers, giggling.

You groan, hiding your face in her shoulder as the room erupts in little gasps and laughs and not so subtle cheers. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey.” She cups your cheek, tilts your face back to hers. She’s beaming, all soft dimples and flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t wanna hide you anymore anyway.”

You grin at her, dizzy and tipsy and completely in love, your heart pounding so loud you can barely hear the music anymore.

“Good,” you whisper back, kissing her again, softer this time. “Then dance with me, baby.”

And she does, hands tangled with yours, spinning you around her little corner of the party like you’re the only two people who matter.

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would you be open to writing for audrey 👀

definitely! do you have any ideas?