Requested:kinda? Can you write a Gracie x reader plss
Ship: gracie abrams x fem!reader
Leia’s note: i’m going to make this a universe and write shorter stories about certain moments and things in this universe and also an instagram au and other things to help you get to know reader so please leave requests or any questions you have
Summary: a very detailed overview of the timeline and relationship in the heaven universe
Warnings: swearing, readers a model, readers popular, readers really rich and doesnt have great parents, slight mention of heart surgery but no details into it, talks of god and satan (i'm agnostic and was raised christian)
Your parents had told you how great kindergarten would be and all about the friends you'd make and the things you’d get to do. What they didn’t tell you was how terrifying it was. You quite liked the first half of the day where you could sit at a table and the other kids had to sit by you. The teacher would tell you where to and what to do just like your nanny. Lunch was the first problem, the chefs had packed you a nice lunch but you didn’t know where to sit. Every table was loud and chaotic, nothing like your home where you’d be punished for being too loud. The second problem came right after recess. All the loud kids from before were now running around screaming even louder in a playground. It wasn’t as bad as before though because this time you had a few new friends, kids you met at lunch after being forcefully moved by a teacher. That’s when you met her, while you were playing with your new friends a slightly taller girl with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes ran full force into you knocking you both over.
That day changed everything.
By the time high school rolled around you were popular as ever. You had always been pretty and rich which, tragically, meant the bitchy popular girls seemed to flock to you. Even though you went to an expensive private school, where everyone was rich in some capacity, you seemed to be on another level in the eyes of everyone else. It also didn’t help that by January of your freshmen year, right after your fifteenth birthday, you began your modeling career. Your parents had pushed you into it after a modeling agency noticed you on the streets.
It was quite weird, no longer did you have to pray that someone would be your friend or even just talk to you. It seemed like everyone wanted to be around you, everyone except Gracie’s friends. You were never close to them; you always had separate friend groups, but managed to stay as close as possible. Your friend groups were good with each other, giving you and Gracie chances to be together almost 24/7. You were lucky that you and Gracie would be going to the same school from fifth to twelfth grade, but sadly none of your other friends would be going. This is where the problems started. You were rightfully terrified to start this new school, you had always been a shy small kid, one of the shortest in your grades, who preferred to surround herself with the same comforting people. Whether it was god or satan on your side, people seemed to love you starting your forced reign as one of the most popular girls at school. Gracie’s friends weren’t fans of the people who now surrounded you, which you couldn’t blame them for. The girls who would follow you around wherever you went weren't particularly nice to them, actually that's being nice, they were down right terrible to them. They’d talk about them behind their backs and to their faces, give them judgy looks in the halls, and sometimes straight laugh at them. No matter how many times you’d beg the hell spawn girls to stop, walk away from them, yell at them, or ignore them, they were always two steps behind you waiting to turn you into a demon spawn just like them. If you walked up to Gracie hoping to talk to her, like a serial killer, one of the girls would find you and drag you away telling you far too loudly that “you shouldn’t talk to weirdos like her”. Eventually it became a two way street. If Gracie talked about you or tried to talk to you her friends would tell her to stop as you’d “fallen to the dark side”.
The best thing to happen freshman year was Gracie. In February, during one of your many secret hangouts, she kissed you. While you had always rode the line between friends and lovers like you were a train, it still shocked you down to your core. That one kiss turned into many more. Your secret dates at your houses and the hikes to the middle of nowhere. It was the one place you could really be yourself.
By the time senior year rolled around your school life looked about the same, you might have somehow gained more popularity as your modeling career seemed to just keep rising. You and Gracie were still going strong and seemingly obsessed with one another. Luckily her friends had started to like you again and were happy to let you hang out with them, at least according to Gracie whenever she would beg you to come with. Over Christmas break, once you were both 18, Gracie asked you to marry her. You both knew you were young and that it might not work out in the end, but neither of you could life without the other. So you convinced Audrey and y/bff/n to be your witnesses, not sure if your parents would be okay with it and not wanting to risk her brothers accidentally telling. It was just the four of you and Abby who accidentally found out and begged to let her take pictures, mainly for an excuse to go, but you both wanted her there anyway and since she was too young to be a witness you gladly accepted. You had decided to take her last name but continued going by y/l/n to everyone else since your parents were rarely around and wouldn’t even notice the change.
Gracie wasn’t a very jealous person but she wasn’t blind either, she saw the guys who threw themselves at you but it didn’t bother her because she knew how uncomfortable it made you. Just because she wasn’t jealous didn’t mean she wasn’t insecure though, no matter how much reassurance you gave her, she could never not think about how much better you could do. All of those male models who were probably rich, not that she wasn’t, and comfortable with their bodies enough to have their half naked bodies plastered around the public. She knows you would never cheat but she doesn’t know if you’ll find someone better. While she at home writing songs she’s too scared to even sing to her mom your somewhere taking photos of your beautiful body, it wasn’t as beautiful as your heart or mind though, with some guys who get to be way to close to what she knows you’d be comfortable with if it was just some random guy in public. This kind of thinking can make someone do insane things that feel rational at the time but will later be the reason they cry themselves to sleep at night. So she ended it with you no explanation no nothing just a knock on your door and a short break up speech that ends with don’t call. A speech she never really meant, she wanted you to call, she wanted to hold you, she wanted to see you in her clothes, she wanted to admire you when she thought no one was looking, and she wanted to go on adventures with you. Now she had the sad version of all those things you didn’t call only texted her begging for a reason, she couldn’t hold you she couldn’t even get near you without wanting to cry, you didn’t wear her clothes anymore, whenever she looked at you all she could see was what she lost and what she broke she only saw the sad parts of you now, and the only adventure was how to get out of bed and make it through the day without breaking down and now she couldn’t do it with you she had to do it alone.
You never got divorced and you never changed your name because you still loved Gracie and you would always be there for her no matter what just like she would with you. You both tried to move on but never with another girl. That seemed to be some unspoken law in your hearts that kept you from ever truly moving on. Eventually the pain dulled instead it seemed you both decided to wait. Like it was too terrifying to ask for a second chance but you would never move on.
You never changed the fact that you were each other's emergency contacts.Whenever one of you was sick or hurting or sad the other would be there, nothing could stand in the way of your care for each other. Most times you would leave that night or early that morning once you knew the other would be fine and if they still needed care you’d stay for as long as it took.
If either of you ever had something good happen you’d always either send a congrats text or show up somewhere. It would be hard to count the number of times you’d secretly gone to one of her concerts or she’d secretly go to one of your fashion shows.
The breaking point came eventually like everyone knew it would. It happened right before The Secret of Us Deluxe Tour was going to start. She first got a call from a hospital saying you were having heart surgery. What immediately followed that was a call from your mom explaining everything, which didn’t calm Gracie down one bit. She flew straight to you while calling her mom and asking her to meet her there and to also calm her down. Gracie made it there a bit after your surgery and refused to leave your side. After a very much so needed talk from both her mother and yours she finally asked for a second chance with your heart. Once you were released from the hospital Gracie brought you with her for the rest of tour to ensure you were okay because she couldn’t handle the thought of losing you. Not when she already spent so many years away from you.
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