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[haytan]

SOMETHING ABOUT YOU | G.A

inspired by this edit. listening to crush by ethel cain on loop while writing this

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 1900

𓍼 SUMMARY: Gracie is performing on tsou tour, but it ends up affecting you a little too much

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff, smut, fingering (r receiving), mdni

it’s nighttime, and you’re accompanying gracie on the secret of us tour. the sky sparkles with countless stars, but none are more radiant than your girlfriend on stage. every time you think she can’t get more incredible, she proves you wrong—whether by appearing stunning under the lights or delivering a performance that leaves the audience in ecstasy.

lately, she’s been letting loose, undeniably herself. she dances freely across the stage, her voice echoing as if it could shatter the ceiling. but none of that is what makes your chest rise and fall too quickly, what makes a dangerous heat form in the pit of your stomach.

gracie plays her instruments like she plays you—fingers brushing the microphone stand, hands strumming the guitar so quickly her veins become visible, body moving with a rhythm that mirrors the way she takes her time with you in bed.

it’s driving you crazy.

when the show finally ends, you’re already waiting for her at the side of the stage. the fans scream her name, their voices blending with the distant roar of excitement. you wave politely, but your focus is elsewhere: on the woman walking toward you.

gracie appears, her chest rising and falling with every breath. sweat glistens on her exposed abdomen, her short hair damp and slightly curled at the ends. she’s wearing visible boxers beneath the jeans and a cropped top that clings to her skin, highlighting every line of her toned body.

she sees you and smiles, the kind of smile that always manages to steal the air from your lungs. she walks toward you, her steps confident but tired, and when she finally reaches you, she wraps her arms around your waist without hesitation.

“hey, love,” gracie murmurs, her voice hoarse from all the singing. she rests her face against your neck, her lips brushing your skin as she speaks. “god, i’m so tired, but so happy you’re here."

her scent—sweat, soft perfume, and something unmistakably her—invades your senses, making your knees feel weaker than they should.

your arms instinctively fall to her hips, fingers pressing lightly against the fabric of her boxers. “you killed it up there,” you say, your voice soft but sincere. “you look like you just ran a marathon. you okay?”

gracie leans back just enough to meet your gaze, her brown eyes shining despite her exhaustion. she laughs, the sound low and warm, and leans more of her weight into you. “yeah, i’m okay. i just got a little carried away today,” a hint of pride tugging at the corners of her lips.

her hands slide down your back, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns that send shivers down your spine. she tilts her head and gives you that cheeky grin of hers. “maybe i was just… extra inspired.”

your lips curve into a slow smile, like a child who’s just been given candy. “good to know,” your hand reaches for hers. “let’s get you to the dressing room before you pass out.”

gracie intertwines her fingers with yours, her grip firm yet tender. as you guide her backstage, she leans into your side, her short hair brushing against your jaw.

“mmm, i can’t wait to get out of these sweaty clothes,” she murmurs, her voice laced with suggestion. her hand squeezes yours, and when you glance down, she’s looking up at you through her lashes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “think you could help me with that?”

the heat between you reignites, and for a moment, you’re not sure how you’re going to keep your hands off her.

…

back at the hotel, you and gracie share intense kisses down the hallways, taking advantage of the late hour to avoid curious eyes. she didn’t even bother changing out of her stage clothes—part of her knows you love seeing her like this, still carrying the energy from the stage.

"let’s get inside,” you murmur, breaking the kiss reluctantly, her taste still warm on your lips. your hands are firm on her hips, as if fighting against desire is nearly impossible

as soon as the door to the room shuts with a careless kick from your girlfriend, she’s pulling you back. gracie’s lips crash against yours in an even fiercer kiss, her hands exploring every curve of your body as she walks backward toward the bed.

“god, i need you right now,” she murmurs against your lips, her voice husky and rough, heavy with urgency.

you take control for a moment, your hands sliding to the button of the jeans she still wears. the low sound of the zipper being undone is almost inaudible over gracie’s heavy breathing, but the gesture makes her arch her body slightly against you, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

gracie pauses only for a moment, just long enough to pull off her pants and yank the sweaty top over her head. the fabric is tossed carelessly to the floor, revealing her chest still glistening with sweat from the show.

before you can say anything, gracie is back, her mouth hungry against yours. she brings her hands down your thigh, lifting you up easily. your legs instinctively wrap around her waist as she walks the few remaining steps to the bed, falling onto it with you straddling her lap.

your skirt rides up slightly, revealing more of your ass barely covered by lace panties. your hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against her lap. "you're so hot," you whisper against her lips, one hand cupping her breast, the other caressing her neck—a tender act amidst the storm of lust.

gracie lets out a soft moan into your mouth as you grind against her, the heat of her boxers dampening further with arousal. her hands grip your hips, encouraging your movements, guiding the rhythm of your hips rocking against hers.

she breaks the kiss briefly to catch her breath before trailing her lips down your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. her hands slide up your back, slipping under your shirt to caress your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

the air becomes heavier, harder to breathe, hotter. and before long, gracie isn't the only one sweating. your neck falls back, exposing the full length of your neck. "gracie…" you moan, your voice dripping with need. you don’t just want this—you need it.

abrams takes advantage of your exposed neck, her tongue trailing up the column of your throat, tasting the salt of your skin. she pauses at your jawline, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before she pulls you into a bruising kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation.

without breaking the heated kiss, gracie suddenly flips your positions, pinning you down on your back against the center of the bed. she settles her hips firmly between your thighs, the rough denim of her boxers pressing against your lace-covered sex.

the mattress dips slightly under the combined weight of your bodies, the hotel bed creaking faintly with the force of her movements. in silent agreement, you break the kiss, gracie pulling away to remove her boxers, and you following her lead.

abrams quickly shimmies out of her boxers, tossing them carelessly to the side. meanwhile, you quickly strip off your own clothes, nearly tearing your panties in your haste. soon, the two of you are lying naked together, your bodies glistening with a mix of sweat and arousal.

gracie takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, thumbs rubbing circles into your swollen lips as she stares up at you, chest heaving. "fuck, you're so gorgeous," she murmurs, eyes roaming your face, taking in every detail. "i can't believe you're mine."

"you're the gorgeous one here, love" your eyes also scan her, taking in every curve and detail that makes her the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. "and if you don’t believe i’m yours…" you lean in, your lips brushing her ear as you whisper. "then make me.”

gracie’s expression darkens with lust, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "oh, i will," she growls before crashing her lips against yours. one of her hands trails down your body, her fingers brushing through your slick folds before plunging inside. the sensation is overwhelming, a perfect mix of torturous and intoxicating.

your hips lift instinctively to meet her thrusts, breaths turning into shallow gasps. “awn…” a soft, broken moan escapes your lips, leaving no doubt about how completely surrounded you are by her touch.

gracie takes your words, and your eager responses, as the encouragement they are. she doubles her efforts, fingers pumping faster and harder into your dripping heat. her thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

your nails dig into her back, leaving red trails on her pale skin. marking her yours as she marks you hers. abrams arches into your touch, a guttural moan escaping her lips, arousal coating her inner thighs. "fuck, just like that, baby," she pants, her voice thick with need.

her fingers curl inside you, hitting the spot that makes your toes curl and your vision blur. the intensity builds rapidly, your body arching off the bed as you reach the climax. "oh fuck, gracie…" she wraps her arms around your waist, holding you against her until you come down from your high.

as your body still trembles, she stays close, peppering your face with soft kisses. her fingers slow their movements inside you as she tucks you back into the mattress, allowing you to catch your breath. “i love you so fucking much,” she murmurs against your temple, her voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration

your body trembles as you try to catch your breath, sweat clinging to your skin. but fuck… it was amazing. "i love you more," you whisper back, a blissful, drunken smile spreading across your lips. you open your arms, inviting her closer. "come here, stay with me.”

gracie withdraws her fingers from you and settles into your embrace, resting her head against your chest. she listens to your heartbeat, feeling it gradually slow from its frantic rhythm. "i could stay like this forever," she murmurs softly.

your arms tighten around her waist, and your fingertips trace idle patterns on her damp skin. "me too, my love," your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath. the faint, citrusy scent of your shared arousal lingers in the air, bringing a soft smile to your lips. it’s intoxicating—and also a reminder. "but we need a bath… especially you," you tease, giving her ass a playful squeeze.

gracie lets out a giggle and lifts her head to meet your gaze, eyes glinting with mischief. "mmm, you might be right,”she concedes, though she makes no move to leave your embrace. instead, she leans in to capture your lips in a lingering kiss.

without even thinking twice, you kissed back. it was a slower kiss compared to the lovemaking you had done, but it still didn't fail to send butterflies in your stomach. "love you”

"i love you too," she murmurs, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your mouth before reluctantly pulling back. sitting up, she stretches languidly, her toned muscles flexing. gracie stands and holds out a hand to help you up, a playful smirk on her face. "let's go get cleaned up, huh? then maybe we can continue this…"

thanks for reading <3

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[haytan]

TAKING OFF MAKEUP | G.A

I love this one, it's just so silly. It's also longer than my last one. I also changed the writing, instead of being in third person it is now in first. Maybe it's better this way?

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 1256

𓍼 SUMMARY: Gracie is taking off her makeup late at night, so reader comes over to keep her company. Mean Gracie x Dumb reader

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff, goofy reader, mean girl Gracie

gracie is in the bathroom, taking off her makeup and applying some sleeping creams. she’s wearing a tight-fitting tank top and a pair of sweatpants. as she’s removing her eye shadow, she’s startled by your scream. “fuck! don’t scare me, i could have gone blind!” she exclaims, recovering from the shock before going back to removing the shadow.

you walk into the bathroom, grinning after scaring her. rolling your eyes, you look at gracie in the mirror. “ugh, don’t be dramatic. if you went blind, you’d never see this pretty body again,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows. you’re wearing a baggy shirt, baggy shorts, and ankle-high socks—a chaotic, comfy look.

gracie glances at you and scoffs. “you’re such a bitch, babe,” she mutters while applying some cream. then she turns to you with mock intensity. “you know what would be funny? if i blinded you with this tube so you never get to see your beautiful face again.” she jabs the tube toward you and then giggles cutely. “no, seriously, what do you need? i thought you were asleep?” her tone isn’t angry or aggressive, just mildly annoyed. she could never truly be mad at you.

“i couldn’t sleep. i needed some water, and i saw your light on. thought maybe you were lonely,” you admit, your tone playful but sincere. “what? you don’t like your girlfriend’s company?” you step closer and wrap your arms around her waist, deliberately getting in her way. you love annoying her, watching her huff and roll her eyes.

gracie tries to ignore you, batting her eyes in exaggerated annoyance. “oh, you're just here to irritate me? typical of you,” she mutters, setting the eye cream down. turning to face you, she grabs your wrist and pulls it away. “what’s up with you, huh? why can’t you sleep?” she asks, her tone shifting to something softer. the teasing is fun, but gracie actually does care about your well-being.

you smile, unable to look away from her face, freckles emerging as she removes her makeup. “i just missed you. the bed felt empty. i know it’s late, but i… kind of need you to sleep.” you look down, fiddling with her white tank top. “so now i’m staying here with you.”

gracie doesn’t dare look away from your brown eyes. instead, she reaches up and cups your cheek, her thumb gently stroking across your lips. “come here,” she whispers, closing the gap between your lips in a tender kiss. her other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you even closer.

you kiss her back, running a hand through her short hair, deepening the kiss. but just as it’s getting good, she pulls away. “i was enjoying that,” you whine, watching her turn back to her reflection to continue removing her makeup. “you think kissing me and then leaving me is a good move? you’re a terrible girlfriend.”

gracie chuckles, shaking her head. “i’m not a terrible girlfriend; i just haven’t finished my nighttime routine. besides, i’ll make it up to you later.” she winks, reaching for a cotton pad.

you cross your arms, pouting as you watch her. “you better make it up to me, or you’ll regret it.” your voice is teasing, but it has a playful tone. picking up one of her skincare products, you start reading the label and even dab some on your finger.

gracie notices immediately and sends you a pointed look. "don't waste it, baby,” she says before continuing her routine.

you pull out your phone and start recording her. “look at my beautiful girlfriend,” you say dramatically into the camera, zooming in on her face. “she’s all mine, hahaha.”

gracie rolls her eyes, trying to ignore you. “you’re ridiculous,” she mutters, finishing up with her moisturizer.

still filming, you wrap your arms around her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder. “i love you,” you whisper, putting your phone away to kiss her neck. “can you put some of that on me too?” you ask, swaying her gently like a mischievous child.

gracie’s breath catches as your lips brush her skin. she tilts her head slightly, giving you better access. “you want some of this too, huh?” she murmurs, grabbing another cotton pad and a different tube of moisturizer.

you hum in agreement, your lips grazing her neck again. your hands stay firmly around her waist as you watch her reflection in the mirror, admiring every detail.

gracie finishes her own routine and turns to you. “you’re such a pain in the ass,” she says, but there’s no real annoyance in her voice. she sighs and starts applying the cream to your face, her fingers gentle and precise.

you close your eyes, leaning into her touch. “it’s cold,” you complain softly, cracking one eye open to see her focused expression.

“it’s supposed to be cold, baby,” she retorts, finishing up. “there, all done. now you can drink your water and go to sleep.” she nudges you toward the door with a small smile. “and don’t scare me again.”

you huff, heading to the kitchen for water and a snack. finding some cereal, you settle on the couch in the living room, flipping on a cartoon.

later gracie joins you on the couch, her face naturally glowing and her freckles showing now that she’s done her nighttime routine. her head rests on your shoulder, her fingers absently playing with your hair. "why haven't you slept yet?" she asks, her tone softening. gracie truly does care about you, and she can sense when something is bothering you.

you shrug, eating another spoonful of cereal. “i dunno, i just lost sleep, i guess.” you glance at her, noticing how cute her freckles look and how slightly heavy her eyelids are. she’s so beautiful. you take advantage of gracie by playing with your hair, wrapping an arm behind her neck and setting the cereal aside. “and you?”

gracie hums, her eyes fixed on the cartoon on the screen. "just the usual, too many thoughts swirling around my head. but i'm tired, and i'll probably fall asleep soon in your arms," she mumbles, settling into your embrace. "you should try to rest too, sweetheart," she says, her hand trailing up your arm.

“you can always vent to me, you know that, right?” you squeeze her gently before standing up, extending your arms toward her. “come on, i’ll carry you to bed.”

gracie blinks up at you, her lips curling into a small smile. “you’re a good listener. i’ll keep that in mind,” she murmurs, standing and wrapping her arms around your neck. "alright, let's get to bed." she slurs, half-asleep.

you lift gracie's legs, carrying her bridal style. gracie is light, and you’re strong—a good combination. once there, you gently lay her on the bed and slide in beside her. “i love you,” you whisper, pulling her close.

gracie snuggles into the bed, her body already starting to relax. "love you too, babe," she mumbles, her eyes closing as she drifts off to sleep. the sound of your soft breaths is all it takes for her to fall into a deep slumber.

you pull gracie by the waist, unable to sleep without being held tightly by your girlfriend. you cuddle gracie, entwining your legs and falling asleep as well. sleeping with gracie is easy.

gracie shifts, her body seeking the warmth of yours. the feeling of your arms around her is comforting, grounding. she wraps her arm around your waist, holding you close, her breathing steady as she sleeps.

not me asking to gpt to correct the grammar. english is not my first language :|

thanks for reading <3

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[haytan]

COME BACK TO ME, PRINCESS | G.A

Ugh! I loved writing this. It's also my first time writing more intimate stuff, so I'd love your feedback <3 Thanks to anon for the request!

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 1717

𓍼 SUMMARY: Gracie is on tour and because of that you two haven’t seen each other for a long time, so you surprise her.

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff, a little just a little smut, mention of sex

“it’s so boring here without you,” gracie whines from the other side of the cold screen. the glow of your phone is the only thing lighting up your room right now. while it’s exactly midnight in los angeles, it’s 8 a.m. in london.

“i can imagine,” you tease, earning an eye roll from your girlfriend, though it’s accompanied by a soft laugh. gracie is in london accompanying taylor on the eras tour, so she had to travel with her. “our routines are completely different now,” you yawn. “but i guess, in a way, it’s good, right? it means we’re both doing well in our careers.”

gracie hums in agreement, though you can’t see her because she moves off-camera. she’s changing clothes to go grab coffee outside the hotel, then heading to rehearsal, then eating, then getting ready, then the show, and then sleeping. and you know this because she made a point of sending you her entire routine in a perfectly organized spreadsheet—with little love notes included.

it’s clear this is good for both of you. your careers are taking off, and you couldn’t be prouder or happier that gracie is living her dream of opening for taylor swift. but it’s still hard to go through your days without her by your side, without her kisses, caresses, and, most importantly, her unique touch.

“babe, i have to go, but i’ll call you… umm…” she frowns and looks off into the distance, thinking. “at lunch, okay?”

“sure, but hey, don’t worry about me, alright? enjoy it there. love you, princess.”

“love you too. see you later, love.”

…

three days later, gracie is returning from the last show in london, a smile lighting up her face after receiving a glowing speech from taylor and even singing with her. “i’m so happy, audrey, seriously, you have no idea,” she bounces with excitement as the two walk from the car to the hotel.

“i can imagine! you were amazing,” audrey replies as they pass through the revolving door, the room immediately bathed in a golden glow from the chic decor. “and this hotel—if i’d known taylor was footing the bill, i’d have come here earlier.”

“shut up.”

audrey just giggles in response.

“you know, i wish y/n was here. i miss her,” gracie’s voice drops to a softer, almost melancholic tone.

“she is here.”

“what?”

“i mean—she’s here in your heart. i-i meant in your heart and your head, you know, that love thing.”

“oh… got it.”

audrey almost slips up and ruins the surprise she and abby have planned. as fun as the trip has been and as many dreams as gracie has fulfilled, she hasn’t stopped talking about you. one time, after a few drinks, she even cried, lamenting that you weren’t there. you only know because abby recorded it and called you, which was funny but also broke your heart a little

while you wait for gracie to reach her hotel room, you and abby argue over the best way to surprise her.

“what if you hide behind the door?”

“no! that’s dumb. what if she doesn’t see me?”

“then you jump on her back, duh.”

“she’s tired, abby.”

“okay, okay, then just stand in front of the door like a statue.”

“i’m pretty sure she’d love me even if i were a—” both of you freeze when you hear voices in the hallway, none other than audrey’s, speaking loudly to signal you. your heart pounds faster, and you swear anyone nearby could hear it.

“hurry, hurry, she’s coming.”

“oh, crap.” you nervously try to strike a pose, turning one way, then another, attempting to think of a way to impress your girlfriend. hands on hips, smiling, tilting your head, standing straight, leaning slightly to the side—everything feels awkward. but the moment gracie opens the door, you freeze, standing stiffly like a statue staring at her.

it takes only seconds for her honey-colored eyes to lock onto yours. “baby?” gracie tries to say, but her voice trembles, as though all the air has been sucked from her lungs. her fingers linger on the door handle, hesitant, like she can’t believe what she’s seeing.

“hi, princess,” you manage, your voice soft, almost faltering against the lump forming in your throat.

before you can even speak, gracie closes the distance between you. she throws herself into your arms with such force it feels like she’ll never let go. her scent surrounds you: that familiar perfume, a mix of jasmine and something sweet and comforting like vanilla. it’s as if all the emptiness of the past few days is filled in an instant.

her face buries into your neck, and you feel the soft texture of her hoodie against your skin. the warmth of her touch is almost overwhelming, a wave of relief and emotion making your eyes sting. you can feel her warm breath against your neck, the way her hands clutch your back tightly, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as if confirming you’re real.

“i missed you so much,” she whispers, her voice muffled.

“i missed you too—like, a lot,” you reply, a soft laugh escaping through the emotions weighing between you. your fingers trace small circles on her back, the touch slow and comforting, while your other hand rests firmly on her waist, holding her close.

she lifts her face to look at you again, her eyes shining with a mix of relief and happiness. her pupils are dilated, cheeks flushed, as though all the love she feels for you is written across her face. “you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen,” she murmurs, her forehead almost touching yours, like she can’t resist the closeness.

while you and gracie are caught in an embrace that feels endless, abby and audrey watch the scene unfold with a mix of fondness and impatience. audrey is the first to speak, but abby quickly silences her with a shushing gesture, whispering, “they’re in full romantic movie mode right now, so wait.”

but audrey can’t resist making a joke. “i knew this reunion would be intense, but it’s straight out of a soap opera, isn’t it? think they’ll cry?” she mutters to abby, who tries to stifle a laugh but elbows her in warning.

“okay, we’re going to leave you two alone now,” abby finally announces, dragging audrey by the arm with an exaggeratedly dramatic stance. “let’s go, audrey. our work as cupids is done. time to let the main couple have their moment.”

before leaving, audrey turns with a mischievous grin and throws out one last comment: “just don’t be too loud, okay? the walls are thin.” her remark earns three dirty looks—yours, gracie’s, and even abby’s, who lightly slaps her arm.

“abby, seriously?” audrey grumbles as they leave the room, but their muffled laughter still echoes down the hallway.

deep down, you know abby and audrey were just trying to lighten the mood, and gracie’s faint smile at their retreating footsteps proves they succeeded. now the room belongs to just the two of you, and the air feels different—lighter but still charged with emotion.

…

gracie lies on your chest, her body still warm and soft against yours. her cheeks are flushed, and her breath comes out a little uneven, as if her lungs haven't decided on the right rhythm yet. she lets out a short laugh, almost breathless, before burying her face in your neck.

"that… was amazing," she says, her voice rough and muffled against your skin.

you smile, letting your fingers slide through her hair, damp and messy. each touch makes you want to laugh nervously, because how can someone look so beautiful even when they're sweaty? "definitely… you were amazing," you reply, trying not to sound silly, but failing miserably.

her scent is everywhere, and it's impossible to ignore. it has a sweet, citrusy touch, mixed with what you two just did… it only makes you more obsessed. you breathe in deeply, as if you could etch it into your memory.

gracie lifts her head slowly, her messy hair framing her face. she rests her chin on your chest, eyes meeting yours. "i know i've said this like a thousand times, but i missed you," she says, her lips still slightly parted and swollen from the kisses.

your hand slides from her waist to her hip, where your fingers trace slow circles on her soft skin. you pull her closer, guiding her to straddle you again, the heat between you two reigniting instantly. her center rubs against yours, slick and slippery, leaving marks on your skin that only intensify your hunger for her.

gracie lets out a short sigh, her head tilting slightly back, exposing her neck, marked by a trail of erotic hickeys. you can't resist, leaning in to kiss the perfect curve there, her skin warm under your lips, the taste salty and sweet at the same time.

"you’re so beautiful like this," you murmur against her skin, feeling her muscles tense lightly with your words.

she laughs, that little laugh you love, and leans forward, kissing you. but this time, the kiss is slow, lazy, giving both of you a chance to savor each other again. gracie's tongue finds yours with such familiarity it feels natural, while her hands hold your face, sliding lightly over the sweat—reminding you of how well she knows you and possesses you completely.

when she finally breaks the kiss to catch her breath, her eyes shine, and with a soft chuckle, her body starts moving against yours once more, drawing a heavy sigh from you. somehow, it reminds you of the conversation you had earlier. 'would you still love me if i were a statue?'

"what?" gracie furrows her brow, followed by a playful smile. she doesn't stop moving; instead, she leans into your neck, scattering kisses on the spot.

"would you love me if i were a statue?"

gracie pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as the question hangs in the air. she raises an eyebrow, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

"you're asking me this now?" she laughs softly, but there's a tenderness in her gaze. "you know i’d love you no matter what happens. even if you were a statue… i’d find a way to kiss you anyway."

I'm so happy because my favorite Gracie x Reader writer followed me omgggg

thanks for reading <3

also happy new year!

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[haytan]

SLEEPING TOGHETER | G.A

This is my first story, so if you have any comment, tips or anything to say, leave it in the comments!

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 720

𓍼 SUMMARY: Gracie and reader just lying together at night in a small bed.

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff?

gracie is lying in bed, you two always sleep spooning, but this time you didn't hug her, which caused abrams to grimace. "hm? what's wrong?" she asks in a whisper since you were the only ones awake at that time. "aren't you going to hug me?"

you are lying next to your girlfriend, it's a large single bed, but it still wasn't that big, which meant you had to sleep cuddling each other, not that it was a bad thing. "no," you whisper in the same tone, eyes closed, but you know gracie is staring at you, probably with a doubtful expression.

gracie furrowed her brow slightly, confusion and concern flashing in her brown eyes as she studied your face. her heart clenched a bit at the curt response, unused to such coldness between you, especially at bedtime.

gently, she rolled onto her side to face you more fully, one hand coming up to lightly caress your cheek. "hey… is everything okay? you're not usually so… sharp with me," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with notes of hurt and worry.

you opened your eyes, looking at the cute image of abrams, her expression confused and worried. "last night when you slept over at my house, we were cuddling, but when i got up to open the door for kumo," kumo is your kitten. "you turned your back," you say accusingly, as if it were the worst thing in the world.

gracie blinked slowly, her initial concern shifting into a flicker of irritation at your accusatory tone. she drew her hand back from your cheek, crossing her arms over her chest instead. "are you seriously upset about that?" gracie asked, a slight edge creeping into her voice. "it's called sleep, y/n. i wasn't intentionally ignoring you. and since when do you let your cat out at night anyway?"

you roll your eyes in the dark when hear the older woman's somewhat silly comment. "i wasn't letting him 'out', i was letting him in." roll your eyes again, but still keep facing gracie. the bed is small, there's no way around it, and anyway, you don't know if you have the strength to keep up this tantrum, not with looking at gracie so adorably.

abrams fought back a smile at your exasperated eye roll, finding it both endearing and amusing. she reached out to playfully poke your cheek. "oh, i see. well, my bad for not sensing your feline's nocturnal agenda," gracie teased lightly. "though i gotta say, if you're gonna get all huffy every time i don't spoon you perfectly, we might need to invest in a bigger bed."

a little smile forms on the corner of your lips at her silly joke. you're so silly for gracie. "what i'm trying to say is that you should hug me, or at least make a move." you look away as you speak, trying to deflect the fact that you're making this needy request. "it's the least you can do since you neglected me."

gracie's smile softened into something more tender as she gazed at you. "aw, y/n…" she murmured, reaching out to gently cup your face in her hands. "you know i'd never neglect you on purpose, right? i love holding you close." she pulled you into a warm embrace, nuzzling her nose against your cheek affectionately. "how about instead of being mad, we just cuddle up real nice and i'll make it up to you, hmm?"

without even denying it, you melted into her gentle grip, the affectionate tug, but still, there was a dominance that made you sigh. "okay, i accept." you close your eyes again, quickly wrap an arm around abrams's back, and intertwine your legs, as if this were a sacred bond that you always make. "hm, sorry, but you have to hug me all the time, even when you're sleeping." you joke, but it's kind of true.

gracie let out a soft, contented sigh as she felt your arms wrap snugly around her, your legs tangling together. she loved these quiet moments, just the two of you cocooned in each other's presence. "alright, i'll take that as an order then," gracie murmured with a playful grin. she placed a tender kiss on your forehead. "my cuddle queen commands it, so i shall obey."

future me: i edited this

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[haytan]

THE BLUE | G.A

Hi guys.. I'm working on the requests, but I had this in my drafts so why not? As for a question I received: I'm thinking about writing for other people besides Gracie, so if you have an idea you can send it to me, I'll try to write it and let you know.

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 1965

𓍼 SUMMARY: Gracie is stressed about the process of making Good Riddance, so you help her relax.

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff, naked body?

gracie is currently working on her new album, good riddance. she’s in the process of writing songs for it, but it’s not going so well. you gently pluck guitar strings in a soft melody as you watch her from behind. she’s sitting in her desk chair, tapping her pencil, trying to work on her lyrics.

tired of watching her torture herself—just tapping her pencil against her lips over and over—you leave your guitar on the bed and walk over to her. wrapping your arms around her neck, you press your chest against her back.

“hey, baby…” you try to get her attention, knowing how stressful the writing process can be, especially with such a personal album.

gracie flinches slightly, placing one hand over yours and tilting her head back onto your shoulder. she lets go of her pencil, the tension in her body releasing a little.

“hi,” she sighs quietly. “sorry, i’m just trying to stay on top of my ideas…” her legs bounce nervously.

your eyes fall on her notebook—it’s empty. you frown slightly. “don’t you think you should relax a little, hm?” you plant a kiss on the top of her head. you know she’s stressed and probably in a bad mood, but it doesn’t hurt to try to help.

a small smile briefly flickers on her face from your kiss, but it quickly fades. “yeah, probably…” she says dryly. gracie lets out a soft huff, staring at the blank page. she’s obviously frustrated with her writer’s block. though she knows you’re trying to help, her mood isn’t softening just yet.

you place another kiss on the top of her head, continuing your attempt. “then let’s lie down,” you kiss your way down to her shoulder, then toward the pulse point on her neck. “you’ve been trying to write for hours.”

gracie’s cheeks flush as you place soft kisses down her neck. she bites her lip, trying to stay focused on your words, but the feeling of your breath on her skin and the softness of your voice are distracting her. she leans back slightly against your chest, removing her glasses.

“but it’s the only thing that’ll get this album done on time, y/n…” she protests, though her tone is less firm now.

you can't help the little smile that forms on your lips when she takes off her glasses—not that they’re a problem. in fact, they look beautiful. “gracie, my love,” one more kiss just below her ear, “you’re the boss here. you don’t have to set deadlines for your art.” you turn the chair gently so she’s facing you, chuckling at the sight of her pout.

gracie sighs, her pout deepening as she notices your smirk. she feels her resolve weakening, but tries to keep her grumpy attitude. “baby…” she whines, her voice softer now, a clear sign of how tired she is.

you crouch down in front of her, gazing up at her through your lashes. “let’s make a deal?” you place a hand on her knee and move closer to kiss her. “you take a shower, i’ll make you some food, you relax, and once you’re feeling better, you can start writing again. deal?”

deep down, you know she won’t have the energy to write again tonight. that’s the plan: for her to rest and just give up.

gracie ponders the offer for a moment, then nods, a little defeated. she raises her arms silently, asking to be picked up. “only if you shower with me,” she smirks playfully, her mischievous side coming through.

you giggle, not at all surprised by her condition. of course, she’d take advantage of the situation. “ah, so you have the energy for that, huh?” you open your arms and lift her effortlessly, the sweet scent of jasmine and vanilla from her shampoo filling your nose.

gracie wraps her arms and legs around you, making it impossible for you to put her down. she buries her face in the nape of your neck, letting your scent comfort her. “mm, maybe a little bit…” still with that cheeky smile.

you roll your eyes and carry her to the bathroom. after undressing, the two of you step into the shower together.

under the warm water, you can’t help but admire her toned, lean body. her abs are clearly defined. you’ll never get tired of this view.

gracie’s eyes scan your body, her gaze moving from your chest down to your legs. she reaches out, hands gently trailing over your skin as though you’re one of her instruments—something precious. her cheeks flush when she notices your abs, and her mouth falls open.

“have you been working out?”

your face flushes at her question. you’re not as strong as gracie, but you’ve been putting in some effort. “not as much as you,” you joke, running your hand over her toned abs. maybe you like this part of her body a little too much. “but seriously, have you been working out?”

gracie smiles at your response, letting out a quiet laugh. “nope, it’s all completely natural,” she says, shrugging in a cocky manner and puffing out her chest to show off her abs more.

you roll your eyes at her playful arrogance. “stop lying to me.” moving closer, your faces are just inches apart. your hand remains on her stomach, slowly dropping to her hip.

gracie’s lips part, her breath hitching at your closeness. she shakes her head, gaze fixed on yours. “i’m not lying,” she protests, then pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. now, your bodies are pressed right against each other.

it’s a silly thing to hold on to, but you can’t help but smile at her stubbornness. “yes, you are.” breaking the small distance, you brush your lips against hers without actually kissing her. you smile wider when you see her opening her mouth, waiting for a kiss that never comes.

gracie whines, frustrated not by your statement but because you’re refusing to kiss her. her arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer. “y/n, babyyy…”

a giggle escapes your lips at her whimper. “yeah, my baby?” you lean back slightly, and of course, you do this just to tease gracie. it’s so good to see her like this in your hands.

gracie is fully aware it’s just to tease her, and she hates you for it. one of her legs wraps around your waist, ensuring you can’t escape. “kiss me, goddamnit…”

you can’t help but laugh at how determined she is. finally, you give in. your lips meet hers in a slow, lingering kiss—one that feels like it belongs to only the two of you.

as soon as your lips touch hers, gracie forgets everything—the teasing, the frustration, even her writer’s block. her tongue slips past your lips, eager to explore your mouth as her arms tighten around you. the water continues to fall over both of you, but all she feels is you.

…

after the shower, you go down to the kitchen while gracie puts on one of your loose and soft hoodies. hearing her shuffle her feet toward the counter, you already know she’s going to sit and watch you as you prepare something for her to eat. it’s a habit she has—staying close, as if your mere presence is enough to comfort her.

with a bowl and some ingredients spread out, you start making quick pancakes, something you know will cheer her up. gracie sits on a stool, resting her elbows on the counter and her face in her hands, her tired eyes fixed on you.

“you’re making my favorites, right?” she asks, her voice a little lighter now but still carrying something you can’t quite place.

“of course,” you reply without even looking. “you deserve it.”

for a moment, there’s only the sound of the batter being mixed and the pan starting to heat up. but then, gracie sighs deeply, breaking the silence.

“sometimes i feel like i’m not ready to release this album,” she suddenly confesses, her voice low, almost as if revealing a secret.

you pause for a second, turning your head to look at her. “why? you already have most of the lyrics done, and some are even produced. i thought you were almost there.”

gracie bites her lip, glancing away at the counter. “i know… but it feels like something’s missing. i can’t explain it.”

you pour the first pancake into the pan, but your focus is on her now. “what do you think is missing?” you ask softly, not rushing her, wanting to give her the space to open up.

she shrugs, her hands clutching the hoodie slightly. “i think…” she pauses, clearly trying to organize her thoughts. “i want this album to be honest, you know? like, truly mine. and there’s a lot in it that’s… personal. but… i don’t know, it’s like i’m holding something back. like i’m not letting everything out.”

you lean against the counter, crossing your arms. “maybe you’re afraid of being too vulnerable,” you suggest, your voice calm and nonjudgmental.

gracie lifts her gaze to you, her expression softening, though there’s still a hint of doubt. “maybe,” she admits. “but what if that’s what people don’t want? what if it’s not enough?”

you offer a gentle smile, stepping forward to place a hand over hers. “love, everything you write is enough because it comes from you. and honestly, what matters isn’t what people expect but what you feel you need to say.”

she holds your hand back, fingers playing with yours. “it’s so easy to say that,” she murmurs, a tired smile appearing.

“that’s why you have me,” you tease, winking at her before turning back to the pan. “to remind you of that every time you forget.”

the silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. you finish making the pancakes, setting the plate in front of her, and she picks up the fork, murmuring a quiet “thank you.”

after a few bites, gracie looks at you with a lighter sparkle in her eyes. “thank you, y/n. for everything.”

“of course, my love,” you reply with a smile. “now eat before i steal a piece.”

gracie chuckles softly and shakes her head. even though the block is still there, at least now she knows she doesn’t have to face it alone.

while nibbling on the pancake, her eyes land on you as you finish washing the pan. the warm steam rises, slightly fogging the air, but everything about you seems clear to her at that moment. the tension she felt minutes ago begins to fade, as if your presence alone can rearrange the scattered pieces inside her.

what are you doing to me now?

the question echoes in her mind, bringing an unexpected warmth. everything she’s written so far is about sadness, emptiness, the end of something. but what about the beginning?

you came out the blue like that.

blue has always meant sadness to her. a melancholic void, like a winter sky — vast and unreachable. it’s the color that paints her days after the breakup, the lonely nights when the words won’t come. but with you… blue changes.

blue is still sadness, but now it’s a sadness she doesn’t have to fear. a shade she doesn’t have to erase to make room for the sun, because with you, even the darkest blue seems to hold something beautiful.

she lets out a sigh, lighter this time, and you notice. “you okay?” you pause for a second to look at her.

gracie smiles at you, shaking her head. “okay. i guess… i finally figured out what i’m missing.”

you smile back, not fully understanding but happy to see her in better spirits. “i hope it’s something good.”

“it is,” her smile growing. “it’s you.”

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[haytan]

THAT WAY | T.M

I fell even more in love with Tate while writing this. I have several asks for Tate, so there will be more to come.

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 2396

𓍼 SUMMARY: You and Tate have always been best friends, but what if one night that changes?

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff, angst.

the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminates the room as you throw yourself onto tate’s bed, laughing at something silly the two of you just joked about. the familiar scent of tate’s perfume mixes with the faint aroma of forgotten popcorn in the corner. for anyone else, it would be just another ordinary night. but for you, your heart beats faster than you’d like to admit.

especially after the time you both almost kissed. your breath shaky from the alcohol and the shared quiet, only for both of you to pull away at the last second, too afraid to take that step, and unsure of what it would mean.

tate comes out of the bathroom, distracted, scrolling through her phone. she’s wearing pajamas you’ve never seen before—a pair of short cotton shorts and a top that seems to reveal more than it should. nothing dramatic, but just enough to make you swallow hard.

“comfy over there?” she tosses her phone onto the nightstand before lying down beside you.

“mm-hmm,” you mumble.

tate sighs and pulls the blanket over, casually draping her arm around your waist. it’s something you’ve always done, but tonight, it feels different.

she giggles, tightening her arm around your waist. “you’re so small. i could crush you so easily like this,” she jokes, squeezing a little more as if testing her theory.

“small? not at all,” you protest, trying to stifle your laugh as you squirm to get free. “i’m just… compact.”

“compact? that’s a good one,” she lets out a soft giggle. “okay, compact. bet you couldn’t even get me off this bed if you tried.”

“oh, really?” you raise an eyebrow, accepting the challenge as you try to push tate off the bed. but it’s hard to focus with her arm still firmly wrapped around your waist. “i just can’t because you’re… like, glued to me!”

“sorry, but you’re my official pillow,” she laughs and refuses to budge. mcrae tilts her chin, resting it on your shoulder, leaving your faces dangerously close. “besides, you’re soft. like a cloud.”

“a cloud?!” you roll your eyes, feigning indignation. “that doesn’t even make sense, tate.”

“it does. a warm, fluffy, slightly clumsy cloud,” a mischievous smile spreading across her lips as she pokes your side.

“i’m not clumsy,” you try to keep your tone serious, but a smile forces its way onto your face. “you’re the clumsy one. remember that time you slipped on stage in front of everyone?”

“hey! that wasn’t my fault. the floor was slippery.”

“sure it was,” you bite your lip, trying not to laugh louder.

“okay, very funny,” pokes you again. “but at least i don’t trip while walking in a straight line.”

you’re speechless for a moment, staring at tate with a challenging smile. “that was a low blow,” you try to sound offended, but laughter escapes your lips anyway.

for a moment, the room falls silent again, the only sound being the faint giggles lingering as tate rests her head once more on your shoulder. the closeness between you feels even stronger now, the comforting weight of the girl by your side making it impossible to ignore the warmth rising to your face.

“you’re really quiet now,” tate comments, her voice soft and full of curiosity.

“just… thinking,”

“thinking about what?” she tilts her head slightly, as if trying to figure out what’s going on in your mind.

you hesitate for a second, the words on the tip of your tongue, but your courage seems to vanish whenever tate’s eyes meet yours. “nothing important,”

tate narrows her eyes suspiciously but smiles. “alright. for now, i’ll let it go. but one day, i’ll figure you out, you clumsy little cloud.”

…

the lights flicker in shades of blue and purple, matching the rhythm of the loud music that vibrates through the walls of the venue. after marking and unmarking several times, you, tate, conan, and jenna finally arrive at the party, each commenting on how crowded the place is. the smell of alcohol mixed with expensive perfumes fills the air, while laughter and voices echo all around.

"okay, this place is packed," conan says, looking around with a carefree smile. "i bet half of these people weren't even invited."

"half? more like two-thirds," jenna replies, laughing as she adjusts her leather jacket.

tate, by your side, seems distracted, scrolling through her phone, but you notice that she keeps glancing at you every now and then. as always, she prefers to stay close, even if she doesn't say anything.

you find a quieter spot by the bar, where jenna starts talking to someone she knows. despite the loud music, you can hear the sound of tate’s messages coming in, one after another. she continues scrolling through her phone, distracted, her face lit by the screen.

"who is it?"

tate doesn’t look at you right away but answers casually, "oh, just a guy who started sending me some messages on instagram." she smiles at the phone, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. "nothing special."

you feel a slight pang of something you can't quite define. "really? just that?"

she shrugs, still looking at the screen. "yeah, just that."

before you can say anything else, she puts the phone in her bag, seemingly uninterested in the guy. but you still feel that strange sensation, unsure if you should care or not. maybe it’s not worth it, maybe it’s not important. you try to brush it off.

later, you and jenna are talking to two girls who have approached you. the conversation starts casually, but soon you notice they seem to be showing a bit more interest than usual.

you, especially, are paying more attention than usual, laughing at jokes and engaging more animatedly than you usually do in situations like this. it’s funny, but also a bit unsettling, as if you're trying to prove something to someone, someone specific.

jenna, next to you, seems to be really engaged in the moment, and part of you starts to realize that the two girls are focusing more on you than on the conversation itself.

across the room, tate watches it all, her gaze fixed on you, but with an expression you can’t quite read. there’s something in her face, a slight tension. she discreetly steps away without saying anything, and you see her walk to the other side of the room, clearly uneasy.

"so, you and tate are doing well, right?" one of the girls asks, seemingly curious, but you feel uncomfortable with the question. the reference to tate, to what you have… it’s not a simple question.

"yeah, we’re great," you reply, trying to keep your tone casual, but feeling the weight of the tension grow.

mcrae tries to convince herself that she’s overreacting, that she shouldn’t feel this way. but it’s impossible to ignore how completely at ease you are, laughing and leaning in just a little closer to one of them. the sound of the girls' laughter around you seems to echo unbearably.

conan appears next to her, a bottle in hand, clearly enjoying the party. “what’s up? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

tate just shakes her head. “nothing, just tired.”

conan watches her for a moment before chuckling. “ah, i get it. it’s about her, right?” he discreetly nods toward you.

“conan, no,” she says through gritted teeth, averting her gaze, but it’s too late. he continues.

“you have to admit, they’re kinda… intense, right? they’re having a pretty good time.”

“can we not?” she cuts him off, her voice more firm than she intended.

conan raises his hands in surrender, but the mischievous grin remains, indicating that he was already a little drunk. “alright, alright. i’m just saying… if you don’t say anything, someone else will.”

those words keep echoing in her mind. say what? that she can’t stand seeing someone else so close to you? that she hates how you seem to be having so much fun without her? that she wishes she were the only one to make you laugh like that?

tate says nothing else. she lets out a heavy sigh, slamming the empty cup onto the table harder than she intended. she pushes her way through the crowd, ignoring the people she bumps into, until she finally shoves the door open and steps outside.

and of course, it’s raining.

the first drop hits her face, followed by others that soon turn into a relentless downpour. tate stops on the sidewalk, shoulders hunched as she stares up at the sky, incredulous. “seriously?!” she yells, frustration spilling over. soaked within seconds, she keeps complaining to the dark sky and the empty parking lot. “of course. why not?”

“talking to yourself now?” you ask, your voice loud, still carrying the tone you had inside the party, now facing the heavy rain.

tate quickly turns her head, her hair sticking to her face. “what do you want?” she asks flatly, making no effort to hide her irritation.

“how dry,” you tease, clearly playing with the wordplay and the situation she’s in. she just rolls her eyes and starts walking away, heading anywhere but towards you.

“hey!” you call as you catch up with tate, ignoring the rain to stand beside her. “where do you think you’re going?”

“away,” tate answers with a sharpness that makes your stomach twist.

“on foot? in the rain?”

“can you not give me a lecture right now?”

“no?”

tate lets out a heavy sigh, her shoulders tense, anger visible in her eyes. “what do you want, y/n? seriously, go back inside, leave me alone.”

“what’s gotten into you? just days ago, you were all affectionate, excited… now you’re being a jerk, pushing me away.”

the grimace she makes is almost comical, but her tone leaves no room for laughter.

“yeah, that’s what you heard, jerk,” you say, almost whispering the word with venom you didn’t know you had.

“my god,” she starts, her teeth clenched, “shut up before i drown you in that… that puddle!” she points, impatience clear.

“no! since… since that day, you’ve been acting weird. one minute i’m your best friend, everything’s perfect, and the next i do something you don’t like and you’re all ‘leave me alone.’ it doesn’t work like that, okay?”

“what do you want me to do? pretend everything’s fine? that we didn’t almost kiss and you shoved me away at the last second? because that’s what happened, y/n!” her chest rises and falls with anger, her eyes shining as if she wants to explode.

“you’re talking like i committed a crime! you were drunk, damn it! i was just trying to stop you from doing something you’d regret. i was protecting you!”

“and have you ever thought that maybe i didn’t want to be protected? maybe i wanted to kiss you, damn it! and maybe i still want to now! but you’re so annoying and unbearable and-and ridiculously beautiful even in the rain and… i hate you!”

you stand there, soaked, heart racing, the sound of the rain growing quieter as her words echo inside you. when tate breathes deeply, her chest still heaving with anger, you feel an irresistible urge to make a decision, to end the cycle of tension that seemed never-ending.

then you kiss her.

an impulsive, desperate act, as if all the words and glances accumulated over the days exploded right there, in that moment. you pull her by the waist, and your lips meet urgently. at first, it’s wet, strange, and her surprise still hangs in the air. but, as you had imagined—and wished—tate reciprocates, and everything around you disappears.

the taste of her lipstick, sweet and smooth, lingers, even as the rain washes it away. mcrae wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. the way your bodies fit together never fails to drive you crazy, as if you were made for each other.

when your lips part, you both stand there, breathing heavily, eyes locked, as if trying to understand what just happened. the silence between you is dense, heavy, but at the same time, comfortable, as if something had been resolved once and for all.

with your foreheads touching, tate wears a shy, yet genuine, smile, while the rain still pours down on you both. “i… i really wanted to kiss you,” she admits, her voice soft, but full of sincerity that touches you deeply.

you laugh, almost without meaning to. “really? i didn’t even notice.”

“are you laughing at me?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and a touch of insecurity.

“i’m not laughing at you,” you reply, still laughing a little, but with a sparkle in your eyes. “just… at us, you know? this moment, the rain, the fact that… we couldn’t do anything right.”

tate raises an eyebrow, but her expression softens. “i think ‘couldn’t do anything right’ is an understatement, right?”

you make a face, trying to hide your smile. “yeah, okay, maybe i exaggerated a little. but still, this isn’t a story for just anyone… maybe we got it right.”

tate laughs softly, the sound muffled by the rain. “maybe we did. but… what happens next? because i… can’t stop thinking about it.”

“i don’t know…” you’re honest, you really don’t know. you never imagined fighting with your best friend in the rain and then kissing her… well, okay, maybe you did imagine it. but it’s different now, it’s real. “but i’m willing to find out, to try. if you want to too.”

“i do,” her voice a little firmer, as if she’s made a decision. “i don’t know what this means, but… i want to try too. i don’t want this to be just a moment, y/n.”

you smile, feeling something in your chest ease, as if a wall that had been there for so long was finally coming down. “i don’t want that either. but… this is going to be complicated, right?” you say, a little quieter, like it’s a realization of something you both know, but no one wants to admit out loud.

tate lets out a chucke, a soft smile on her lips. “probably. but i think we always do things the complicated way, right?”

you chuckle too, the sound blending with the rain that’s slowly tapering off. “yeah, seems like it.”

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just a silly thing i did...let me know if you guys would like to see more of this

edit: sorry for the grammar mistakes, I did this really quickly

[haytan]

GOURMET MESS | G.A

I was stuck on this ask for two weeks. But I finally managed to write again and I'm very proud of myself. I've never written so many words! Yay, I hope you like it! I also used y/s to represent your sister, I didn't want to decide on names.

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 2418

𓍼 SUMMARY: your parents are traveling for work so you have to take care of your siblings

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff, inappropriate language what a funny thing about them being next to each other

your parents are away on a work trip, and as the older sister that makes you the one responsible for the kids. your sister is spending the weekend at her friends' house, which makes it easier. but your little brother has always been a master at draining your energy.

how do kids have so much energy? even though you’ve been one, you can’t quite come up with an answer, or maybe you just don’t want to admit that you’re getting old.

however, by the grace of the gods, an angel was sent to help you, and she has long hair, a fit body, and a scent that makes you want to grab her and never let go. it’s gracie, your girlfriend, of course. who else would it be?

“thanks for coming, gray,” you begin, leaning on the counter and scrolling through the food app. “you didn’t have to.” your gaze lifts to meet hers, noticing the persistent little smile on the corner of her lips.

gracie leans against you, arms on either side. it takes a certain mental strength of her not to fill you with kisses—one, because of the kids, and two, because she’s a little afraid of doing ‘things’ with you at your parents' house.

“of course i had to. you know i’d never leave you hanging.” her gaze moves to the living room. she brought her younger brother, august to play with yours. they’ve always gotten along well, two video game lovers.

“besides, i missed you. it’s been what, a whole week since we last saw each other? feels like forever.” gracie leans in, pressing a quick peck to your cheek.

you set your phone aside, taking advantage of the boys’ attention on the video game to steal a moment with your girlfriend. “yeah, i missed you too,” your arms wrap around her waist, pulling gracie against you and lightly bunching her loose shirt between your fingers. “and now you're aalll mine.”

“mmm, yes i am. all yours, baby.” she purrs, nuzzling into your neck and giving wet kisses. your skin tingles from the sudden touch, but before you can even respond, the boys interrupt.

“you want a room?” your brother starts, giving the young abrams a chance to speak up.

“we’re hungry.”

gracie smiles against your neck, and you can feel because she always tightens her arms around your waist when she does this.

“i’m ordering food. what do you guys want, huh?”

“we were thinking of something else…” your brother comments, dropping the controller and jumping off the couch—just like your mom told him not to do.

gracie pulls away from your neck, sitting up straight and now looking at them, waiting for their crazy idea.

“how about we cook?” both of them grin.

…

less than half an hour later, the kitchen is already a mess, but an organized mess, if such a thing exists. there are bowls of various colors scattered around, each with something different inside.

the plan is to make pizza. two pizzas. one savory and one sweet. gracie is mixing the ingredients with a spoon, and you can’t help but notice how her arm muscles tense up.

“man, we could open a pizza shop,” august grabs a piece of dough you just shaped into a ball. he presses it out clumsily, adds a handful of flour, and then twirls it on his finger.

“i’m serious, we’d get rich,” your brother joins the dream, tossing the dough into the air. it makes a near-perfect arc but falls straight onto the counter instead of back into his hand.

“yeah, if we could serve food that hasn’t hit the floor,” you joke.

gracie chuckles softly, still focused on her dough. “hey, maybe you guys could open a themed pizzeria? each pizza comes with a ‘show’ of juggling like that.”

“that’s a good idea!” august responds excitedly, ignoring the obvious teasing tone. he grabs more flour, throwing it onto the counter haphazardly.

“if that’s the case, i’m going to practice my routine now,” your brother says, grabbing a piece of cheese and pretending to toss it into the air like part of a trick.

“if you throw that on the ceiling, you’re the one who’s cleaning it up,” you warn, crossing your arms. but before he can respond, august spins the dough on his finger, sending flour flying around the kitchen.

“okay, enough with the juggling,” gracie intervenes, pointing at the two of them with the spoon she was using. “if anything else flies, you’re cleaning the kitchen by yourselves.”

august and your brother glance at each other, clearly torn between continuing the chaos or obeying gracie. in the end, they choose a suspicious silence, returning to their tasks with an obedience you don’t often see.

gracie turns to you, one eyebrow raised. “i think i’m scarier than you.”

“definitely,” you agree, smiling. “that’s why i called you to help me. they don’t challenge you.”

“it’s because i have this mean face,” she pretends to put on a serious expression while mixing the dough. but her charm ruins the act and you laugh.

“you’re not fooling anyone, baby.”

she shrugs with a little smile, tossing a handful of flour onto the counter in front of her. “maybe i’m just mean to you. want to test it?”

“maybe later,” your tone is teasing, something that stays just between the two of you.

meanwhile, the boys start arguing over the toppings. august insists on putting french fries on the savory pizza, and your brother thinks marshmallows will go well with the sweet one. you sigh, already predicting the disaster.

gracie leans in, pressing her hip against yours. “i think the pizzeria would have to put up a sign: eat at your own risk.”

“for sure,” you respond with a muffled laugh, while spreading the tomato sauce on the freshly rolled dough. “we could even offer life insurance with the pizzas.”

a few minutes later, the pizza is in the oven while gracie is busy cleaning the kitchen, placing the bowls in the sink and wiping down the counter to restore order to the space. you, on the other hand, notice that the boys are still in the living room, covered in flour and with their faces dirty from all the mess.

you don't say much, just approach them with a playful smile. "alright, guys, who’s going to be the first to take a shower?" you already know they’re going to complain, but as expected they grumble and drag themselves to the hallway with little enthusiasm.

meanwhile, you take a quick look around the living room and tidy up what’s out of place, putting cushions back on the couch and sweeping up the flour remnants.

less than fifteen minutes later, the boys return, now smelling fresh and dressed in warm clothes, the scent of soap still lingering in the air. they throw themselves on the couch, ready for the next round of gaming as if nothing ever happened.

when gracie looks at them, she can’t help but be surprised. “wow,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around your waist as you approach.

“i'm the one who has to say 'wow',” your eyes drift across the kitchen. “it’s cleaner than before.”

“silly,” she steals a quick kiss from you, then another. “you’re amazing, you know?”

you can’t help the smile that forms on your face. “you are too.” for a moment a silence forms between you, but it's not uncomfortable, but rather full of something unsaid, something hanging in the air like the lingering smell of baking pizza.

“thank you for always handling everything. even when it’s chaotic… especially when it’s chaotic.”

you just smile, feeling your heart warm at her words. “i think we make a good team, huh?”

“no doubt,” she says, but there’s much more meaning behind it than words can capture. it’s something different from anything she’s ever experienced or felt—maybe security, maybe peace, maybe love, or all of it together. “wasn’t that bad, huh?”

“yeah,” you let out a little laugh. “but we still don’t know if we’ll survive their pizza.”

gracie’s eyes wrinkle at the corners, sharing in your laugh. “if we don’t survive, at least i’ll die happy. with you.”

“such a drama queen,” but you can’t hold back your smile. your face tilts slightly, and your lips almost touch hers when a shout echoes from the living room.

“is the pizza ready!?” your brother yells, interrupting the moment.

“jeez, we can’t even get peace at home,” you step away, heading toward the oven.

“i swear.”

with gracie’s help you take the pizzas out of the oven and bring them to the table. despite all the doubts, the pizzas actually turned out pretty good. the savory one is delicious, and the sweet one… well, it’s sweet enough to satisfy the kids.

“gourmet mess, first night of success,” gracie says, lifting a slice of the savory pizza as if to make a toast.

…

the boys are already asleep, and gracie went to take a shower. you’re giving the place a final tidy-up when you hear a sound and turn around quickly. “oh, you scared me, ghost!” you jump and place a hand over your chest.

thankfully, it’s just your emo sister, dressed all in black as always. she doesn’t respond to your teasing and seems… different. her mascara is smudged, but you can’t tell if it’s her new style or tears. “are you crying?”

“crying? me? pfft…” she wipes her eyes with her arm, only making her makeup situation worse. but thanks to her black leather jacket, no stains are left behind.

“hey, hey,” you set down the dish towel you were using to wipe the sink and pull the smaller girl into a hug. “what happened, sweetheart?”

“bab—” gracie stops when she sees you hugging your sister. it’s something she’s never seen before. even though she’s affectionate with her own siblings, they’re not the type to hug often. so logically, she deduces it must be something serious and decides to keep her distance, watching quietly.

“nothing, i just…” your sister pulls back enough to wipe her tears.

“hm?” you know your family too well to expect them to be emotionally open. but that doesn’t mean things have to stay that way. “talk to me.”

“it’s stupid. we were at a par—” she cuts herself off, accidentally revealing the truth. she was supposed to be at a friend’s house, not out and about.

“it’s okay…”

“we were at the party, and you know i’m not the type to show off or pretend to be someone i’m not. so i just stayed in my lane, drank from my cup, and talked to my friends,” she leans back against the counter. her voice is shaky, and she sniffles after speaking for too long.

“but then some stupid jerks came up to me and my friends,” she continues. “they were drunk, and they started trying to pick a fight. i didn’t stay quiet—i mean, i defended myself, you know? but they started to get nasty.”

gracie keeps watching from afar, and you both react similarly to the girl’s… delicate choice of words; eyes wide and but a small smile on the corner of the lips.

“they said things about my style, the way i act… normally, i don’t care, but i don’t know. you know that girl i told you about a few times?”

“the one you never stop talking about?”

your sister blushes slightly but looks away to hide it. “uh, yeah… anyway, she was there. she’s part of their group. and like… what if she thinks the same? what if i really am just a total idiot no one wants to be around?”

your eyebrows furrow, and the little smile you had disappears so quickly it’s as if it was never there. this is far too specific to be coming from someone who only listens to the same ten rock bands. “did they actually say that? you know what, never mind.”

“of course it matters!”

“y/s, of course it doesn’t. you can be a little annoying sometimes,” she rolls her eyes, “but that doesn’t mean you’re anything like what those people…” you catch yourself before swearing and sounding hypocritical, “what they said.”

“you being the way you are is what makes you unique, and definitely special. not everyone has the guts to go out dressed like that,” you continue.

“is this supposed to be a motivational speech?”

“what… what i’m trying to say is that being yourself, just the way you are, is amazing. not everyone has the courage to be their true self in this world. you do it without even realizing it. and you know what? anyone who can’t see that isn’t worth your time. much less your energy.”

your sister lowers her gaze, arms crossed as if she’s still resisting your words, but you catch the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. she wants to believe you, even if she won’t admit it.

“and about that girl… well, if she can’t see it, maybe she’s not everything you think she is, you know? but…” you shrug, smiling softly. “if she can, she’ll admire you even more. because you’re incredible, y/s. even when you’re stubborn or challenging..”

she finally lets out a short laugh, shaking her head. “you’re so cheesy.”

“maybe… but am i wrong?”

she stays silent for a moment, rubbing her face with her hands to clean up the last traces of smudged makeup. finally, she takes a deep breath and looks at you with a small but genuine smile. “thanks. i needed that.”

“that’s what i’m here for, right?” you open your arms again, and this time she dives into the hug without hesitation.

gracie, still leaning against the doorframe, watches the scene with a small smile on her face. she doesn’t say anything, simply heading upstairs to her room, leaving the two of you in the moment.

her heart swelled with something so strong and warm that she collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling with a lovestruck smile. she’d seen the way you cared for the kids, how you always tried to be there for them, but this time it felt different.

“how did i get myself into this?” she murmured to herself, her lips curving into a smile she couldn’t hide. abrams bit her lip, trying to contain the thoughts screaming inside her head. she was in love. and, for the first time in a long time, it didn’t scare her.

yes, i thought of nat as the sister and lottie as 'the girl'. lottienat lives!!!

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