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↳ cece. book lover, actress, writer, Christian, grayson hawthorne's girlfriend, spotify's top listener, written by gracie abrams and lynn painter.
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He has a picture of her in his wallet and his wallpaper is a photo of when she wasn’t paying attention and he managed to snap a picture of her smiling at him
After like a year or so of them dating and lyra going back to college Grayson regains his passion by watching her get hers back and he goes back to college for maybe music or english literature (j didn’t make it photographing becuz he already knows how to yk and it’s not like he needs a degree to help him find a job) ( @coffeexsmmrsblog and @reminiscentreader helped me with this one frfr
They didn’t live together during college, Grayson had an apartment but Lyra wanted to stay at her dorm
They moved in together after college
During her finals week when she’s stressed he helps her and prepares flashcards for her and basically he takes care of her making sure she’s eating and stuff
He once showed up to her college and they both didn’t really like being in the spotlight like that so he always waits for her in his car now
in the year before he started going to college he started traveling a lot to help him with the distance away from Lyra and also mainly because he wanted to achieve his dream 🥺
When he is in a country with a completely different timezone him and Lyra couldn’t call regularly so they send eachother videos of wtv they’re doing and the other would watch it when they woke up fr
<- when Lyra or grayson are having a bad days and they couldn’t call they watch these videos fr
During exam season when they don’t have time to talk just to chat fr they’d go on discord or smth and be on call when they’re both studying frfr
Grayson wanted to propose early on (not to marry now but when they’re both done with college) but Lyra wanted to wait so they waited until a bit after college
Weekly date nights or maybe picnics fr
Lyra forces him to watch a movie with her even if they’re not together so they’d be watching the same movie at the same time fr
Lyra takes him with her when she goes to visit her parents fr
When Lyra calls her parents and brother on their nightly video call if she is staying at Grayson’s place sometimes he talks to them too (This didn’t happen immediately after they dated like maybe 2 years in)
He goes to the studio where she trains and always takes pictures of her
i’m the eldest daughter, granddaughter & niece, was birthed from an eldest daughter who’s entrenched in the cycle, and the black sheep of my family for actively cycle-breaking.
growing up feeling like my parents hated me is crazy because i now work with little kids a lot and they are literally so easy to love??!?!?
like those aren't even my own kids but i love them so much and even if they are sometimes annoying or make mistakes (as kids do) its so easy for me to still love them and treat them well.
it makes me sad for my younger self who felt like she wasn't good enough or something was fundamentally wrong with her because her parents didn't like her.
favorite thing about tumblr is having a fandom in law. no i haven't watched this show and i'm not planning to. but my moot is having fun!! look how much they love it!!! i'm supportive from the sidelines!
If you ever feel like you don’t matter just know there’s a tumblr mutual who thinks about you when they hear a certain band, see a certain color, show, book, or even just see a post that reminds them of something you might like even though they’re across the world from you
If you ever feel like you don’t matter just know there’s a tumblr mutual who thinks about you when they hear a certain band, see a certain color, show, book, or even just see a post that reminds them of something you might like even though they’re across the world from you
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Synopsis: This is set to take place after Glorious Rivals. Savannah needs space from Gigi to process, and Gigi deals with it in the only way she knows how. Mattias is there by her side to help remind her that she's not alone.
Word Count: 1,367
Gigi was trying to determine whether that cloud looked more like a bunny or an upside-down tree (maybe both?) when a familiar voice floated out of the window below her.
"Why are you on the roof, Juliet?"
"Maybe I'm not on the roof. Scientists have yet to determine what state of being constitutes as being "on the roof." Perhaps you're the one on the roof. " Gigi answered philosophically. She felt smug as she pictured him rubbing the little scar on his brow in exasperation.
Slate's voice hardened. "I'm giving you five seconds to get yourself down before we do it my way."
Gigi giggled and a little hiccup escaped her. "It's tragic, really. You think I'll listen to you because you sound all scary and threatening. But Gigi Grayson does not cower to anyone!" There was silence from below, so she added one last afterthought. "It's actually kind of hot when your voice gets all deep and growly like that, though."
Another long pause. "Exactly how much have you had to drink, sunshine?"
Gigi smiled, thinking about it. "I don't know! Maybe one, or two... or three mimosas? And a coffee. Xander definitely gave me coffee."
Slate pulled himself up through the window with a grunt and sat beside her. Gigi's face flushed when his arm brushed hers. Why on earth did God feel the need to give someone muscles that big?
"Gigi. Hey, focus."
She blinked up at him, unclear of what he was referring to. Slate gave her a pitying look, and his voice softened a little. "What happened?"
"Nothing." Gigi tried for a disarming, please drop this subject if you know what's good for you kind of smile.
Slate arched a brow, clearly not buying it. "So this has nothing to do with the fact that Savannah needed some space after the game ended?"
Gigi's smile threatened to break, but she fixed it in place. Screw that broody-faced-muscle-goblin-mind-reader.
"Maybe a little," she conceded. "It's just- it's always been Savannah-and-Gigi since the day we were born. It's the perfect combo, like... like PB&J!" She waved her hands around with emphasis. "To separate those would practically be a war crime!"
Slate frowned. "Some people are allergic to peanut butter."
"That's not the point." she huffed.
He had the decency to look the tiniest bit apologetic. "Sorry. Continue."
Tears welled up in Gigi's eyes. "The point is that Savannah might never fully forgive me for keeping the truth of what happened from her. And we might never be Savannah-and-Gigi again, like we used to be. She was my twin. My person. And now... I don't know if she wants to be my person anymore." A shiver rolled through her body, and Slate took off his jacket to wrap it around her shoulders.
"It's okay to be sad. That doesn't make you any less strong, Gigi."
"I don't do sad, remember?" she tried to joke, but her stubborn face betrayed her by crumpling into a frown.
Slate opened his mouth to respond when his phone rang. He looked to Gigi, as if asking for permission.
"Go ahead. I'm sure your Eve-il employer needs you." She gestured to his phone, and he picked up with a sigh.
"Yeah?" Slate sounded annoyed, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. While he answered, Gigi wiped her eyes and tried to make her face look normal. Nope! Gigi Grayson definitely does not cry, ever.
"Later. There's something important I have to take care of right now." He hung up on the call, and Gigi tried not to read too much into that sentence. She looked away, pretending like she hadn't been trying to eavesdrop. To her surprise, Slate gently grabbed her chin in his hand and turned her face towards him.
"You're going to be okay, Gigi. Savannah might need some time to process, but you two will work it all out at some point." Gigi felt hot under his intense gaze, like he was trying to will her to believe him.
"Okay," she said quietly, really hoping it was true. His face softened, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Gigi sucked in a breath. Did this count as her first kiss? It wasn't really mouth-to-mouth contact, but he definitely meant it in a romantic way, right?
Slate chuckled in a way that made her think he really was a mind-reader. "Don't overthink it, sunshine."
"Did you mean to do that?" Gigi couldn't help but ask.
He leaned in, and his breath tickled her ear. "Trust me- I wanted to do a lot more than that. But I want to wait to kiss you until you're fully sober."
For once in her life, Gigi was speechless. Her brain short-circuited like one of Xander's robots. Instead of trying to find the words, she just threw her arms around Slate's neck. He tensed, then let out a soft breath. His arm lightly brushed her lower back as he returned the hug.
Not to brag, but Gigi was somewhat of an expert when it came to making broody guys like her. She was enjoying the moment when she remembered something she'd meant to ask him.
"Mattias?" Gigi pulled back so she could look at him.
"Hm?"
"Were you talking about me on the phone call? Was I the 'something important' that you had to take care of?" She tried to steel herself for disappointment, in case she was reading way too much into a few small words.
He paused before replying. "Yeah, sunshine. You were."
Gigi beamed at this. "I knew you liked me!"
He leveled her with a look- part teasing, part serious. "Juliet, if you ever climb on a roof while drunk again, you'll send me to an early grave."
She tried to think through the brain fog. If there was anything she excelled at, it was loopholes and technicalities. "So what you're saying is, you're perfectly fine with me climbing on roofs sober?"
"Gigi, I swear to god-" Slate grumbled.
"Kidding!" she grinned. Okay, maybe only partially kidding.
Her voice turned serious. "I knew it was a bad idea. I just didn't know it'd make you worry that much, or else I wouldn't have done it. You're something important to me too, Mattias."
Slate said nothing as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Gigi laid her head on his shoulder, content.
They looked out at the dusky sky together.
"By the way, I'm keeping the jacket. You can pry it from my cold, dead hands." Gigi tried to sound menacing, but ultimately failed.
Slate smirked at this. "I wouldn't have expected anything less, sunshine."