hi!!! Please could you do something gracie abrams x famous female actress reader? Any soft plot u want!!
gracie abrams x fem!reader
The internet knew you as that one sweetheart every generation of actors had. You'd worked hard, ever since you were 8 years old, to secure your spot on the industry and now that you did, it filled your heart with tingly warmth to just talk to your fans for a few minutes (or hours) on Instagram.
None of that had changed when you started openly dating a woman. If anything, it brought a new wave of admirers that found comfort on how you didn't bother hiding your love for Gracie. It also helped that you guys complimented each other so well, in every sense of the word.
You sat down on one of the red stools on the kitchen island, supporting your phone against a mug that still had a few sips of coffee pooling at the bottom.
The little eye on the screen started showing numbers increase as your followers joined the livestream. 30k, 60k, 100k, 300k... It almost made you a little shy, you hadn't even put on chapstick!
"Oh my god, there's so many people," you covered your face for a split second, before waving and smiling widely. "Hi guys! How's everyone doing?"
One of the comments read: «I'M FREAKING OUT, ARE YOU ON SET RIGHT NOW?»
You laughed, shaking your head. "Guys, no, i'm not on set. I'm at home."
«Give us a spoiler for next season. Please, please, please.»
Ah, you knew the comments would be like this. Don't complain too much, though. It was sort of... amazingly cool to be the main character of a show that was breaking records every day and had made all sorts of demographics join into rooting for your character to get it together for once and for all on the next season.
"I can't say anything about season 3, I'm going to get fired if I do..." You spoke softly, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. "Maybe not fired, but a little scolding for sure."
As you scrolled down the comments, squinting a little since the sunlight was going straight from the window in front of you to your eyes, you sent kisses to lots of different countries and fans.
"I can say, though, that I'm really excited for next season. I think that if I had to, like, rank the whole show, I'd put it first." You smiled, knowing that little crumb would make the fanbase go wild. "Just sayiiing."
You snuck in a little glance to the stairway. Gracie was taking one of her long showers upstairs, she'd just came back from two hours at the studio. The tabloids, your friends, your family, Gracie herself... they were right. You are, actually, a tiny bit clingy. But, to be fair, it's not like your girlfriend is cold and nonchalant either.
"I wanna turn on some music, but I don't want to accidentally end the livestream like last time," You cackled. "Do you guys remember? I'm never falling for those jokes again."
«There's a way for you to put on music without ending the live.»
You frowned after whispering the comment to yourself, leaning closer to the screen. "Actually? Or is it another joke? Tell me how."
You tried to find the newfound method on your comment section... God, there was so many people! You could barely make out the words.
And you realized a second later that someone was kissing your cheek.
"What are you doing, gorgeous?" Gracie seemed oblivious to the mini audience inside your phone. She had her lips to your cheek and just a bath robe on her body.
It wasn't until you saw your girlfriend's face on the screen that you just slammed the phone screen down to the table.
"I'm live..." You whispered, turning red.
Gracie chuckled at your expression, at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Oh God..."
"I should've learned by now that you're on live when I hear you talking to yourself downstairs," Gracie kissed your cheek again. The audience could wait. "Atleast I wasn't naked," she whispered into your ear.
"I'm gonna leave you to your thing," Your girlfriend started walking away, and your body seemed to instinctively stand up to follow.
"Wait, wait, wait." You held the phone again.
"I love you so much, everyone, I gotta go, bye!" You blew a kiss and turned off the livestream, ready to follow Gracie upstairs. Still a little embarrased, but now more focused on admiring wet-haired Gracie before she dried her hair.
Tiktok, Reels, Youtube Shorts... That little clip was now another iconic moment from your Insta lives. Really, you were cursed to never be able to do a normal one.
Later at night, Gracie hid her face on your neck as you both chuckled at the memes of girls yearning for a love like yours.
In the future, it'd be safe to assume that every song with the word "shower" was about you. Just like every one of her lyrics that touched souls with how clear it was that you were the most important thing on her life.
