#Gracie Abrams

[gracieasource]

GRACIE ABRAMS via gabriellahughes on Instagram (March 22, 2025)

[binibby]

turned me into something tragic, just for you, i let it happen

[reganwasacarpenter]

different - G.A 🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮

pairing - gracie abrams x guitarist!reader

summary - based on this lovely ask: “Could you write Gracie Abrams x Reader? Where the reader is a part of her crew/band, and they’ve been lowkey crushing on each other for ages. There’s tons of mutual pining, shy glances, late-night chats on the tour bus… until one night, they get stuck alone in the venue after everyone else leaves, and the tension finally breaks. Make any changes if you want and thank you!”

word count - 1.08k (i got carried away… whoops!)

cw - fem!reader, angst if you squint, love confession, kissing, fluff, idiots in love, cutie pie gracie 🎀

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the second you stepped foot on the stage, saw the buzzing crowd, and felt the excitement in the air, you knew this would be an unforgettable night. it was another night of the secret of us tour, but this didn’t feel like any other show, something felt… different. and maybe it was the way gracie performed, with sheer, raw emotion, or the response from the crowd. or maybe it was the way you felt about her, the way she looked at you tonight, or how her arm would subtly brush against yours when she introduced the band. something had changed.

you and gracie had an instant connection when you first met, and you only seemed to grow closer. talks on the tour bus long after the sun went down, wandering around together on off-days, and pure laughter were just a small part of your dynamic. you had first seen gracie as a close friend, but those lines started to blur. it wasn’t friendship anymore.

hanging out with her was now dangerous, because when she would laugh, you realized how badly you wanted to hear it again. or when she would look at you, you wished she would never look away. but you noticed something had changed with gracie too.

her touches became less rare, and she would have a hand on you more often than not. your once-in-a-while late-night talks seemed to happen every night, and sometimes, as much as you tried to convince yourself you were delusional, you would look up and already find her looking back at you.

but still, you couldn’t be sure how she felt. it had been months, and your relationship didn’t really… progress. at times, you would think about telling her, but she would remind you often how great of a friend you were, and that made you swallow your feelings.

but then again, tonight was going to be different. and it was, in a very obvious way.

after the show, you walked back to the stage to finish gathering your equipment, only to find a certain short-haired girl already there. gracie was seated on the edge of the stage, with what looked like a well-worn journal cradled in her hands, scribbling with a pen. you watched her for a moment, admiring the way she made the simplest of things look so much more intriguing. not wanting to disrupt her peaceful moment, you softened your steps. but even without looking up, she spoke at your presence.

“i’ve been thinking about you.” she closed her journal, simply placing it beside her.

you took a shallow breath in, pausing what you were doing, darting your eyes immediately toward her. she didn’t look back at you, and her fingers played with the hem of her oversized sweater. she seemed nervous.

you swallowed. “you have?” your voice came out softer than you intended, a lot more careful, almost as if you were worried she would dart off and run if you spoke too loudly.

she finally looked back at you, her gaze was a lot more delicate than usual, and it almost made your heart stop. “yeah—” she continued, taking in a breath, “—a lot, actually.”

in that moment, the feeling of today being different returned. the air was a lot heavier now, in a feeling that was never before expressed. it made your mouth dry, and you weren’t sure quite what to say, or what you even could say. it scared you, frankly, because if you let yourself believe she meant it, in the way you so desperately wanted to believe, then you weren’t sure you could hide behind the facade of friendship any longer.

“what about me?” you replied, feigning innocence just in case this turned out a completely different way than you were thinking.

gracie exhaled, a quiet laugh escaping her lips. she shook her head. “i don’t know,” she let out, but then she bit her lip, reconsidering. “actually, that’s not true. i do know, i just don’t know how to say it.”

you gulped, finally beginning to make your way towards her. “well—” you started, “just try.” you said, sitting next to her on the stage, acting like this wasn’t a big deal.

she hesitated, opening her mouth to speak, but no words came out. she glanced back at you, finally saying, “being around you feels… different than it should.” it came out as a whisper, but it was the loudest sentence you’d ever heard. “this has grown a lot past friendship for me—because of you. i think about you when you aren’t even around me, and when you are, it’s like you’re all i can think about.”

your heart seemed to be in your throat now, hammering so loud you were sure she could hear it.

“you’re a really good friend—” she continued, and your stomach dropped, fearing for the worst, but she simply just licked her lips. “and i don’t want to lose that—” she reached over, grabbing your hand in hers, “but i can’t keep pretending like this is nothing. like we are… nothing.”

and in that moment, you were sure nothing else mattered, just you and gracie, and the line of what you were and what you could be. what you both wanted.

so, you took a sharp inhale, asking her the question that you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to.

“what do you want this to be?”

she met your eyes again, and this time, there wasn’t any hesitation.

“…you,” she said. “i just want you.”

you felt her gaze on you. her glance weighed on you. it pulled you in. you contemplated looking back, in fear of what would happen if you did. you’d break, and for all you knew, you’d throw yourself on top of her and kiss her with so much force you’d end up on the floor. so you didn’t.

but gracie had other plans.

“look at me.” she called, and you could still see her stare out of your peripheral vision. it was heavy, weighted with feeling. you hesitated. you would break. you couldn’t break. she meant too much to you.

so gracie took matters into her own hands.

she reached for you, cupping your face and pulling you close. she kissed you, and as much as you pretended you didn’t want this, you kissed her back with just as much force.

you pulled back, and finally met gracie’s eyes. you smiled slightly, tilting your head.

“i like this kind of different.”

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regsresponds! - okay so boom she drops a fic… first one too so yay! lmk what u think, love yall goodbye 😝

[luegootravez]

Gracie Abrams by © Clara Balzary

[icedcoffeebabyy]

James “i miss you, I’m sorry” Potter and Regulus “i love you, I’m sorry” Black

[graci3sb0w]

shotgun

Gracie Abrams x female reader

Bodyguard by beyonce

Summary : you get jealous when you find Gracie giving another person more attention than she should

Warnings : jealous reader, possesive, cheesy at the end

It starts at a party neither of you really wanted to be at. You’re standing in the dim glow of string lights, sipping on something that tastes like expensive, very concentrated vodka and regret, watching Gracie talk to some girl you don’t recognize. And she’s smiling—that soft, crinkled-eye, teeth-showing smile that’s supposed to be yours.

You grip your cup tighter. Someone’s talking to you, but their voice fades into the background, drowned out by the roaring jealousy bubbling inside your chest. You don’t like the way this girl is looking at Gracie. And you definitely don’t like the way Gracie is looking back. It’s subtle, but you know her too well. The slight tilt of her head, the way her lips curl just a little more at the corners. The way she shifts her weight onto one leg, giving that effortless stance of cool detachment—but you know better. You know how easily she gets caught up in the moment, in the attention, even if it doesn’t mean anything.

Someone better hold you back.

You push off the wall, making your way toward them with an easy stride, masking the fire in your veins with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Relax, you tell yourself. You have nothing to prove. But then the girl laughs—leans in a little too close—and suddenly, proving a point sounds like a fantastic idea.

Sliding up beside Gracie, you let your arm drape lazily around her waist, pulling her in with a possessiveness you don’t bother to hide. She startles for half a second before melting into your touch, but the girl’s eyes flick between you both, gauging, calculating. Bitch.

“Hey, babe,” you purr, voice dripping with false sweetness. “Everything good over here?”

Gracie glances up at you, amused. “Yeah, we were just talking about—”

“I wasn’t asking her.” Your gaze locks onto the girl, daring her to keep testing you. She gets the message, mumbling something about grabbing another drink before slipping away. You don’t bother watching her go. Instead, you turn your attention back to Gracie, who’s biting back a smirk.

“Jealous much?” she teases, pressing closer, her lips just inches from yours.

“Not jealous,” you lie, tilting your head. “Just protective.”

She hums, clearly not believing you, but she doesn’t push. Instead, she leans in, her lips brushing your ear. “If it makes you feel better…” she whispers, “I only ever look at you like that.”

And just like that, the fire in your chest turns into something warm, something all-consuming. You pull her in, fingers digging into her hips as her hands slide up your arms. The music fades, the party disappears, and it’s just the two of you in your own little universe.

But you’re still not satisfied.

“Wanna get out of here?” you murmur against her jaw, letting your lips graze her skin just enough to make her shiver.

Gracie tilts her head, considering. “Depends,” she muses. “Are you gonna take me home or just drive around aimlessly while you brood about this?”

You scoff, but she’s not wrong. She knows you too well. Knows that you’re still fuming a little, that you want her all to yourself, that you want to erase the image of her talking to her from your mind.

“Let’s go,” you say, grabbing her hand, intertwining your fingers as you pull her toward the door. She follows easily, letting you lead her outside, into the cool night air where your car is waiting.

The moment you’re inside, you’re reaching for her again, pulling her across the center console to kiss her properly. It’s not soft and slow like before—it’s needy, desperate, fueled by leftover jealousy and the need to make her yours all over again. Her fingers tangle in your hair, her nails scratching lightly at your scalp as she presses closer, sighing into your mouth.

“I could be your bodyguard,” you murmur against her lips. “Your Kevlar, your lifeguard.”

She lets out a breathy laugh, hands skimming down to rest against your collarbone. “Kevlar, huh?” she echoes. “Sounds a little dramatic.”

You shrug, brushing your nose against hers. “You make me dramatic.”

She studies you for a moment, something softer settling in her gaze. “I already let you ride shotgun, don’t I?”

Yeah. Yeah, she does.

And no one’s ever taking your seat.

[wallysgymshorts]

“I burn for you and you don’t even know my name. If you ask me to, I’d give up everything to get close to you”

(Close To You by Gracie Abrams)

[mattsstarlet]

[factorytested]

I hope you know it was real for me

[nighttime-thoughts]

I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day. It's you.

It's just always you.

[taylornation]

Tonight felt like a joke. 💛 It must seem like fate that our girls are singing (their Grammy nominated song “us.”) together, Toronto. 🍁

[gracieasource]

GRACIE ABRAMS via gabriellahughes on Instagram (March 22, 2025)

[gingernutsenthusiast]

right person, wrong time (variations on heartbreak)

@leemartenspoetry on tumblr

vita sackville-west & fegan’s 1924 café in dublin

everything everywhere all at once (2022)

@heavensghost on tumblr

i had to get out by indigo de souza

‘calling a wolf a wolf' by kaveh akbar

river by joni mitchell

‘english song’ in a little larger than the entire universe: selected poems by fernando pessoa

slumber by ron hicks

fish in exile by vi khi nao

penitent magdalene by antonio ciseri

@ojibwa on tumblr

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & the awakening by angelo morbelli

as good as it gets by fizz

lonely this christmas by mud & picture of the christmas tree at trinity college dublin, taken by me in december of 2022

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & picture by andrew collins via globalnews.ca

@inanotherunivrs on tumblr & a polaroid of me taken by my ex-boyfriend

‘in a dream you saw a way to survive’ by clementine von radics & a picture of my ex-boyfriend's window, taken by me

bluets by maggie nelson & the poolbeg generating station, dublin

‘unrequited’ by sasha m george & inheritance by matthew w. cornell

[unknown]

@ faraway on instagram & lavender sprigs farm cut by linda jacobus

the museum of heartbreak by meg leder

[unknown]

‘seaside improvisation’ by richard siken

@ dracarysgang on twitter

@-love-letters-i-never-sent

@fromdarzaitoleeza on tumblr

explosions by ellie goulding

‘i had a dream about you’ by richard siken

the beatrice letters by lemony snicket

la la land (2016)

‘catalog of unabashed gratitude’ by ross gay

@stuckinapril on tumblr

@deathlywounded on tumblr

some are always hungry by jihyun yun

‘speaking practice’ by franny choi

 a self-portrait in letters by anna sexton & a picture of my ex-boyfriend in a lake in Orfű, Hungary

@sunsbleeding on tumblr

‘there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying’ by p.d

[reganwasacarpenter]

gf!gracie headcanons ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

pairing! - gf!gracie x fem!reader

cw! - none! just gracie cuteness 🦋

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⤑ VERY black cat girlfriend vibes…

⤑ very shy exterior, but gracie baby IS a lovergirl!

⤑ her love language is a very even playing field between gift giving and words of affirmation!!

⤑ i imagine her giving you things like jewelry, food, some clothes you had your eyes on…

⤑ but mostly i imagine her giving you flowers, handwritten letters, a bracelet she made for you… she SCREAMS homemade gifts!!

⤑ such a lover for surprises… is ALWAYS surprising you with little outings, day trips, roadtrips, and as i mentioned above, little gifts here and there!

⤑ i also imagine her cooking you dinner (even though i have a huge inkling that she CAN’T cook) and even though it looks and tastes horrendous… you love it anyways!!!

⤑ is always writing music about you… i mean she is OBSESSED. and the songs she writes are so so niche to you and very descriptive to things you like or things you’ve said

⤑ when she plays those songs live she always has a little storytime or rant abt you and the fans LOVE IT everytime

⤑ private not secret!! like she shows pics of you, talks about you in interviews, etc. but saves most of your relationship, for you both!

⤑ she definitely soft-launches you!! like i imagine her posting a pic of you on her insta story where your face is turned away (like of ur hair) with a cute love song and a heart emoji (AHHHH)

⤑ i don’t see her using petnames often… but i do see her using more common ones like “baby” or i could also see her using “love”!!

⤑ i also see her loving physical touch!! not pda per se but in private she loves it!! kiss on the forehead before bed, cuddling while watching tv, hands around your waist while you cook!!

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regsresponds! - yay second post!!! hope u guys love this as much as i loved writing it, i also have sm to say for gracie so part 2? and im working on requests rn!!! keep sending them in!!