she/her

“from the moment i’d seen him, looking away had been nearly impossible.”

[oopsgracie]

🂱 hello, it’s gracie 🂱

This blog has been used for many purposes over the years and I am grateful to be able to look back and see how it has grown with me. Currently, it is an online scrapbook and journal of sorts that I use to share my writing— whether that be for AO3 or simply my own expression.

ao3, my writing, poetry,

[mothcub]

Guys.... go to blogger.com and make a blog right now and then blog every single day and send me your blogs. Blogspot resurgence 2026 I am begging and pleading

here's my blog please....... PLEASE just blog I need this. New year new blog?? Ladies?

[oopsgracie]

i have recently started a new blog!!

my interests are changing as i get older, and fanfiction is no longer igniting my creative spark. so, i’ve started writing articles and personal essays on what it’s like beginning my twenties and panicking about falling behind. i’m really excited about it!!

READ HERE xx

[oopsgracie]

We are seventeen and we are steeping in everyday magic; like tea-leaves in hot water, the more we soak into each other, the stronger we become. Honey-heat is packed thickly between bookshelves. They line the four walls of your living room and I use East of Eden to fan myself dry when sweat beads at my temples.

We are seventeen and we make lovely music; sing with laughter, clarion-call, drum out badinage. Harpstrings of hair escape the knot on my head and you play with them gingerly. My bare, slick shoulder slides against the cotton cuff of your surf-shirt. If I had worn my heart on my sleeve then we would have crushed it between us like a damson.

But we are seventeen! We are sitting on your sofa, the cusp of adulthood, with legs wildly swinging, socked feet dangling over the edge. We have time and we spend it watching TV instead— the lights of Tenet flicker over our freckled faces and colour us cupid. It’s your favourite film. You want to share it with me for I’ve never seen it. You want to share space-time, isn’t that marvellous? You want the fabric of my being to stretch and shade you like a parasol, or, perhaps a washing line, in this kiln that is July. You want me to knit you warm at night in a twin bed with the window flung open. I want that, too. But we are seventeen and one is always too afraid to tell the other.

Time, of course, has thinned us out. We have filled out other lives and other cups and we are not together but I will always love you like a spoonful of sugar, tooth-rotting sweet and a pinch too much for my own good. I like to pull that memory out in ribbons —sundress, book-spine, hair in curlicues— and it ties neatly around my throat; a little, pink bow. And it ties me to you. And it reminds me that we were seventeen and we didn’t touch much and even though we’ve seen many more movies now and I know you taste of saltwater and touch like birchbark, still we have never been so intimate as we were at seventeen, way back when we shared space-time and everyday magic.

i was going through my journal for some inspiration and found this little passage i wrote about a childhood friendship that got messy when we grew into our twenties. i have known him and written about him for a decade now and i thought this was a particularly sweet entry. i’d love to share everyday magic with him again.

[oopsgracie]

Hello!! Was that theloise fic you were cooking up ever published? I loved the premise of it, but i saw that that post was made in the middle of 2025 and haven’t seen any update on it 😭 I was also searching high and low for it on ao3 but i wanted to check and see if there was any update

hi!! a few people have been asking about this WIP with the release of season four recently and i wanted to say that, yes, it is still in the works and, no, has not yet been published on any platform :)

unfortunately, other things in my life have taken priority in the last few months, some good and some bad. i am currently writing my dissertation in my final year of university abroad so have had little time to work on my passion projects. not to worry, in a few months i graduate and will (hopefully) be back at it more often.

to reassure everybody asking, would you like another little excerpt from the WIP? or would you prefer to keep it all a mystery for a little while longer? let me know!! :)

[oopsgracie]

Just watched Sweetpea (2024)… If I had a penny for every time Calam Lynch was writing papers and solving mysteries alongside a short, kind of strange brunette with bangs and a hatred for society, who managed to fumble him badly in the end, I’d have two pennies. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice right?

[sourdough-seal]

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

[orbitalmirror]

"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

you know a fic is good when it has this

[oopsgracie]

New Fic!! (and a teaser love confession)

After more than a year without posting something meaningful due to uni work, I present to you the fic I’ve been working on for months— currently standing at about 50,000 words. I’m planning to upload the first chapters to AO3 in a few weeks time.

It’s titled Yours, In Friendship and is the Persuasion-ification of Eloise Bridgerton and Theo Sharpe— complete with yearning, second-chance romance and social backlash.

They reunite in her third season out, (aka. I’m switching the season four lead to Eloise, simply because I cannot wait any longer to watch her fall in love, and she needs a lot of Benedict’s help. Also, as a fan of the books— consider this my formal application to have them change her love interest). Having said that, I liked and included the letter writing trope, the chaos of her siblings and a certain competitor for Eloise’s hand in marriage *cough* Phillip *heave*, but only for the purpose of drama. Let it be known that I’m not his biggest fan.

So, without further delay, here is my best attempt at writing a Bridgerton love confession, one that would send even Eloise reeling and makes you excited to read!!

“You may be in possession of the brightest mind I have ever encountered— besides my own of course. And yet… you are truly quite daft at times.” She laughed brightly. It fell on his ears like summer rain— warm, clear and sweet. That kind of laughter held power; enough to revive wilting hearts, to coax them into bloom.

“Eloise—”

Her heart stuttered, thudded, sung—a bird flung against the cage of her ribs.

And here she was, finally brave enough to set it free.

"I am ruined." She whispered with a wicked smile, "You have ruined me. The least you can do now is kiss me too."

He didn’t move. Only his fingers flexed at his side as though hesitating to reach for something forbidden. He stared at her, stricken and still, caught between impulse and honour, the war of want and restraint writ silent across his frame. In this light— the shifting, slanting city light that danced off rain-slick roads and streamed through window panes, dusted thick as her velvet ribbons, Theo Sharpe’s face was carved by shadows into something stoic, cautious.

“Unless… unless, you do not want—” She began hurriedly, the words spilling out of her like ink on paper.

“I want whatever you’ll give me.” He interrupted, voice low and measured, “Anything. I would never dare to ask for more than you’re willing to offer. Even if that extends only so far as your friendship.”

Her breath caught and sputtered in her chest, “... And if… if I gave you everything I am? That doesn’t…” She faltered, struggling against the gravity of her own desire, “That doesn’t terrify you? Because it— it terrifies me.”

He stepped forward, so gently that not even the old floorboards shrieked in protest beneath his careful feet. “Eloise, I would worship every inch, and honour every thought. Nothing is too much, or too little— nothing is unworthy of devotion.”

She nodded slowly, eyes lowered, picking nervously at her fingers, “Good.” She mumbled, “That’s good.” When she gathered the strength to look at him again, her eyes were full of something fierce and fragile like a guttering flame, “Then I am yours.”

She said it with such relief, with a deep, shuddering breath, “I cannot be in marriage, not even in friendship, but in every way that truly matters I am yours. Make of me what you wish— a beggar, a poet, a queen. Just… please. Please, I beg you to be wary of my heart. It is too full of love to see reason, so full that it's sending me quite mad.” She swallowed thickly, her voice dropped to a ragged whisper, “So full that I worry what ruins would be left of it if this were to fail.”

He took both of her trembling hands in his, grazed her knuckles with his calloused thumb, “I promise to make you nothing less than the keeper of my heart and the captain of my thoughts.” He implored, “I want to make you happy, I want to make you understand that I have been yours from the very moment we met. That I have been hoping, aching you might one day return my feelings just as you returned my letters. With earnestness.

That is the reason I have not made advances. Not because I don’t esteem you, but because I could not be sure you’d welcome them. Because I could not be sure that they wouldn’t send you running, just as they did before. Because I would rather…” He cleared his throat, not in hesitation, but to make sure every word reached her without distortion, without an inch of room for doubt or misunderstanding. “I would spend a lifetime surviving on the crumbs of your friendship if it meant I would never have to starve in your absence again. And if you were to leave because I was too forward, too eager… well, I… I—“

She looked up at him, starry-eyed. Then she took a daring step closer, a test of his noble restraint. “I have done nothing but wait by the door since the night you left,” A tentative smile tugging on the corners of her lips, “Figuratively, of course— wishing for you to walk through it again and let in the light… That is to say, maybe I have not always been bold in my affections, but I have always been sure of them.”

“But Eloise, are you certain?” He groaned, almost pained. There was barely a breath of air left between them; it had all been burned up by the heat beating in her cheeks, flushed with something wilder than the shyness of a debutante— desire, devotion, defiance. She could feel his breath on her lips, hot and heavy as a kiss. “If we were to… I would not know how to begin unloving you. In truth, I don't even think I’m able. You have pierced my soul— half with agony, and half with hope, and—”

“Please?” She keened, “Please Theo, I am more certain of this, of you than—”

Granted, Eloise Bridgerton had spent many days in her room mocking notions of courtship, of flowery words and foolish sentiment, but when his mouth slid against hers– slow, reverent, tender– she cannot remember for all the sharp wit in the world, why? Why had she bristled at love? Why had she been so afraid of softness, of surrender, of this?

Perhaps she had been right to think of other things— for even her wildest theories, her dog-eared novels, would have fallen short of the truth. She could not have accounted for the shiver of longing for more, or the quickening coil of want that was winding, ever-tighter in her stomach, like a spool.

They broke apart, breathless, reluctant.

She nodded against him, fervent, hands clutching the folds of his shirt like a vice. “‘You have pierced my soul…’” She repeated, the words tasting different now– sweeter, true, “Why, that is almost Austenian, is it not?”

He rested his forehead against hers and a short laugh tumbled out from between parted lips, lips that she knew would never again be distant, “You are like nothing and nobody I have ever met before— only you would think to compare the likes of me to your books and writers now… But yes,” He added with a lop-sided grin, “As you’ve so astutely observed, it is almost a quote from Persuasion.” After a long pause, he pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth, slow and lingering, “Even so, those words are not Austen’s, Eloise, nor are they even mine. They are yours to keep, as am I. For as long as you'll have me.”

She laughed! She laughed and she laid her head against his chest, listening to the heart she had longed for in silence, in agony and hope, beating unabashed and unafraid to love her.

As always, sound off your thoughts in the comments. I’m aware this is not the most popular pairing but please be kind regardless!! xx

[hamletshoeratio]

Colin telling Eloise that she's unfortunate because she has never been in love when it's his other half's fault she had to walk away from "one of the only good things" in her life because LW put him in harm's way.

[sprnklersplashes]

john rewriting the music for francesca has the same vibe as theo putting aside books for eloise tell me I'm wrong

[oopsgracie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: The Inheritance Games - Jennifer Lynn Barnes Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Avery Grambs/Grayson Hawthorne, Libby Grambs/Nash Hawthorne, Thea Calligaris/Rebecca Laughlin Characters: Avery Grambs, Grayson Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne, Nash Hawthorne, Xander Hawthorne, Libby Grambs, Thea Calligaris, Rebecca Laughlin, Alisa Ortega, Skye Hawthorne, Ricky Grambs Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, after the hawthorne legacy but it’s all about grayson lol, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Love Triangles, Post-Canon, Romance, Slow Burn, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, eve laughlin/hawthorne slander obvs, we love xander and max, fake dating with real feelings, there’s a gala!!, general old money aesthetic Summary:

“Because it’s fake right?”

“Right.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Avery Grambs has inherited more than millions. With her father still battling for custody, her relationship with Jameson balancing between friends or more and the headlines spreading rumours out of control after her latest interview, she’s also got a lot of problems. And the solution comes in the form of fake dating Grayson Hawthorne. It’s a distraction mostly, to get the press off her back, give her time to focus on herself and figure out what she wants. Besides, they set themselves a deadline to break it off on New Year’s eve.

So really, fake dating, real feelings, what could go wrong?

Based on a lyric from Taylor Swift’s New Romantics - “The rumours are terrible and cruel but honey most of them are true.”

follow my tumblr @oopsgracie for previews between updates!!

ITS HERE!! 

[oopsgracie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Inheritance Games - Jennifer Lynn Barnes Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Avery Grambs/Grayson Hawthorne, Libby Grambs/Nash Hawthorne, Thea Calligaris/Rebecca Laughlin Characters: Avery Grambs, Grayson Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne, Nash Hawthorne, Xander Hawthorne, Libby Grambs, Thea Calligaris, Rebecca Laughlin, Alisa Ortega, Skye Hawthorne, Ricky Grambs Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, after the hawthorne legacy but it’s all about grayson lol, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Love Triangles, Post-Canon, Romance, Slow Burn, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, eve laughlin/hawthorne slander obvs, we love xander and max, fake dating with real feelings, there’s a gala!!, general old money aesthetic Summary:

“Because it’s fake right?”

“Right.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Avery Grambs has inherited more than millions. With her father still battling for custody, her relationship with Jameson balancing between friends or more and the headlines spreading rumours out of control after her latest interview, she’s also got a lot of problems. And the solution comes in the form of fake dating Grayson Hawthorne. It’s a distraction mostly, to get the press off her back, give her time to focus on herself and figure out what she wants. Besides, they set themselves a deadline to break it off on New Year’s eve.

So really, fake dating, real feelings, what could go wrong?

Based on a lyric from Taylor Swift’s New Romantics - “The rumours are terrible and cruel but honey most of them are true.”

follow my tumblr @oopsgracie for previews between updates!!

VERY excited to tell you all that chapter seven of rumours will be up in the next forty eight hours!! for those that want a reread here is the link :)

very happy to be back and inspired, i hope you’re as excited as i am!!

[oopsgracie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley - Relationship Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Horace Slughorn, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin Students Additional Tags: POV Hermione Granger, Dark Draco Malfoy, Dark Hermione Granger, Dark Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Forced Proximity, War AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Smut, Occlumens Draco Malfoy, Legilimens Draco Malfoy, He teaches her Occlumency, slowburn, Enemies to Lovers, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, This is not Draco’s redemption it’s his revenge, Draco reminds me of Hamlet, Hermione needs better friends, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Toxic Draco Malfoy Summary:

With a war impending, Hermione Granger knows it can not be won with morale. So, in sixth year she is appointed by Order superiors as senior prefect, accepting the task to become Draco Malfoy’s keeper and confidant. Having taken the Mark and accelerated his progress in climbing rank, the Order of the Phoenix requires a close watch on Voldemort’s most promising protege. But he has already taken notice of her, and, has a mission of his own.

[oopsgracie]

ITS HERE!! please tell me if you’d like to be tagged when new chapters are published, the next should be released in the next few days :)

[oopsgracie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley - Relationship Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Horace Slughorn, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin Students Additional Tags: POV Hermione Granger, Dark Draco Malfoy, Dark Hermione Granger, Dark Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Forced Proximity, War AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Smut, Occlumens Draco Malfoy, Legilimens Draco Malfoy, He teaches her Occlumency, slowburn, Enemies to Lovers, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, This is not Draco's redemption it's his revenge, Draco reminds me of Hamlet, Hermione needs better friends, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Toxic Draco Malfoy Summary:

With a war impending, Hermione Granger knows it can not be won with morale. So, in sixth year she is appointed by Order superiors as senior prefect, accepting the task to become Draco Malfoy's keeper and confidant. Having taken the Mark and accelerated his progress in climbing rank, the Order of the Phoenix requires a close watch on Voldemort's most promising protege. But he has already taken notice of her, and, has a mission of his own.

[oopsgracie]

new fic

hey!! currently i have been moving away from previous fandoms, so any works currently in progress will most likely be on a long hiatus or otherwise remain unfinished.

in more exciting news i have been working on a new (untitled) dramione fic, deviating from events in sixth year, a wartime au slow burn with enemies to lovers and dark draco. so i thought i would give you an early version of the synopsis!!

With a war impending, Hermione Granger knows it can not be won with morale. So, in sixth year she is appointed by Order superiors as a senior prefect with a view to become Draco Malfoy’s keeper. Having taken the mark and accelerated his progress in climbing rank, the Order of the Phoenix requires a close watch on Voldemort’s most promising protege. But he has already taken notice of her.

It will be published on AO3, the first chapter hopefully in the next 24 hours. There will be TWs posted there. My username has now been changed to oopsgracie so you can more easily find me!! Hope you enjoy!!

[oopsgracie]

leaving and learning

just a little something i found in my drafts after rewatching euphoria, i miss them so bad. might make it into something bigger if i can find the inspiration but as always you can send me suggestions :)

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"Ashtray O'Neill, if I have to drag you back here myself don't believe I won't for a second." He's stopped in the doorway, deciding whether to turn around and face her wrath or run, and risk her disappointment later. The late summer sun is bleeding through the window and spilling across the kitchen table that she's stood by. It catches her hair too, setting it ablaze in streams of red and gold and as much as it looks like a halo, she sure as hell ain't acting like no angel.

"You better listen to her bruh, she's mad scary for real." Fez sits on the worktop blinking slowly between them, trying not to laugh. "Ain't that right ma?" In his warmth she softens, it's the first and only time Lexi's resolve dwindles that day.

"I ain't coming back nowhere if you gonna get all fucking disgusting like that." He felt suddenly like they were trying to parent him— a foreign concept. Even at seventeen she was a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of overbearing, obsessively outgoing optimism, and someone he regretfully found himself turning soft for, try as he might to wall her out, which was the first and only time he needed to learn that there were more ways than one to love Lexi Howard.

"It's not disgusting. What's disgusting is your spelling. Now sit." She doesn't ever raise her voice, it just sharpens into something surprisingly threatening. Fez watches with an open mouth.

For the first time in his life, Ashtray listens.

After she's explained how to do one, been through two with him and offered up a pencil he's more than well versed in the fundamental principles and purpose of the crossword, just struggling to put it into practice. Lexi sits patiently beside him, embodying encouragement, pointing out mistakes he's made and quietly showing him how to fix them, grinning like an idiot when he does it himself even when she's anything but.

He doesn't say anything this time when Fez comes up behind her and tucks his head into the crook of her shoulder, hiding a smile. They deserve this much, to share afternoons together while they can. It's so rare they indulge themselves in this little domestic dream she's constructed— it feels a lot like playing house when she stays for the odd weekend, blissful and naive and ultimately... all pretend. But such a comfort they act like it won't eventually be quashed by the fetters of reality come Monday morning when she leaves for school. So who's to tell them they can't have that? Their little corner of the universe to share, however briefly? Not Ashtray.

Even so, she pretends not to notice for his sake, beaming with pride that's contagious as he fills in the final letter.

Correctly.

It's nothing really, but she makes him feel like it matters.

Which is why he does it again the next day, a little faster this time. And again after that the next morning. He finds himself spelling when she's at school, he finds himself spelling when she's gone. It's the only semblance of routine he maintains and a reminder. Of what he isn't quite sure, only that it feels like warmth and that summer sunlight falling on his face again— everything about it is simply, undoubtedly Lexi and serves as a comfort in her absence, a certain kind of motivation to be better.

He thinks that might be what a lesson is.

[oopsgracie]

anyone got any katniss and hijacked peeta recommendations? id love to read about them in thirteen, the angst. i know it’s quite specific :)