grace ashcroft x fem!reader.
tags -> not proofread, minor swearing, fluff fluff fluff!!, reader is a little shorter than grace, no spoilers !!
a/n -> i apologise this is ass, i’m sosososo tired from school it’s actually pissing me off so badd, we also need more grace love like hello that’s literally my baby. my requests also might be a little slow due to school but they will be done ! promise 😋 (title loosely based off ‘in twos’ by esha tewari .. 😛😛)
time dragged on, it seemed like grace was working more often than not. she’d be tired when she’d come home, and if she had an early day? she’d keep working from home till she fell asleep at her laptop.
you’d tell her to take breaks, take naps but she wouldn’t listen, give you an ‘i’m okay’ and keep her eyes glued to her laptop’s screen. and even though her habits may have annoyed you a little bit, you could never actually be mad at her.
as of right now, you were sat beside her on your bed, filing your nails whilst grace was focused on whatever assignment she got given on her laptop. but your attention wasn’t on your nails, not really. your eyes drifted to her more often than not. her hair fell into her face, glasses slid down the bridge of her nose.
your face pulled into a frown and you set the filer down onto the bedside table. you moved closer to her, shoulder brushing hers. “when are you done?” you ask quietly, glancing at the writing on her screen.
“ten, no maybe fifteen minutes.” she replied, eyes locked on her writing. your frown deepens, “you said that fifteen minutes ago.” you mutter, eyes looking over her side profile. “actually, you’ve been saying that for an hour.”
“i know, i know, but i swear im nearly done i just have to-“ grace cuts herself off when you close her laptop shut with a click and pick it up from her lap, placing it beside the lamp and filer on the bedside table. “hey!”
you shake your head and turn back towards her. “you need a break. and it’s like whenever your working my words go in through one ear and exit through the other straight away.” you scold, grabbing her hands. you pull her up so she’s sat upright instead of leaning against the headboard. “what you need, pretty girl, is to learn how to relax.”
grace frowns but squeezes your hands a little, “i know how to relax, im just .. busy?.” she says, her gaze drifting to one of your bedroom walls decorated with shelves and polaroid pictures. mostly pictures of the two of you together.
“be unbusy then.” you reply, “i don’t think that’s a word-“. “shush and let’s do something fun, yeah?” you grin, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
now an hour later, you were both in the kitchen, making muffins. well, attempting to make muffins. there was flour everywhere and a failed batch put to the side. the chocolate muffins you managed to make sat in the oven whilst the two of you giggled about something dumb.
your finger grazes her cheekbone as you wiped some of the remaining flour off her face, the light of the cooker hood casting a soft, warm glow across your faces’.
“you’re so shit at baking.” you giggle, taking her (also flour covered) glasses off, placing it on the countertop. you get a smile out of grace and she swats your hands away, “am not!”
“you so are!” you snort and wrap your arms around her neck, grinning up at her. “remind me to never ask you to do this again. you might burn my apartment down.”
she hugs you back, “you’re mean.” she whines, leaning down to press her forehead against yours.
“yeah? you gonna do something about it?” you tease, your grin turning into a small smirk. grace bites her cheek at your comment and turns a faint shade of pink. “i- no.? i mean i don’t mind- mind it?.” she stutters, her cheeks growing pinker.
your snort again and pull her down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “you’re such a dork, ashcroft.” you smile and press another soft and longer kiss to her lips. graces hands stay pressed against your sides gently, bringing you a little closer.
though the moment ended when the oven’s timer went off and beeping filled the kitchen. you reluctantly pull away and hear a whine leave grace. you crouch down in front of the oven and look through the tiny window. you glance up at grace, “it looks kinda ass,” a grin spreads across your lips once more, “d’you think it’ll taste like ass too?” you giggle and look back at the muffins.
“hey it can’t be that bad. plus you’re the one who put them in the tray so technically, it’s your fault if they taste like ‘ass’.” she replies, getting a plate for the muffins.
the muffin wrappers were left abandoned on the plate. safe to say they didn’t taste like ass. you and grace are them in less then ten minutes, the movie you picked barely made it past the intro before the pastries were gone.
now you had one leg swung over hers, your head against her chest as your eyes were fixed on the bright tv screen. her hand ran through your hair gently, the other resting on your lower back. her work laptop was long forgotten, all she could think about right now was you and how comfortable you were.
after a while grace let out a yawn and her grip tightened around you. you smile and lift your head to look at her. “you tired baby?” you ask quietly, brushing your nose against hers. she shakes her head. “no. well kinda, but i like just being with you. quietly, it’s.. nice.”
“you can sleep, grace. i’ll stay here.” you mutter, lips brushing hers again. grace sighs and closes her eyes, pecking your lips, then nose before letting her head fall back on the pillows. “okay.” she whispers.
you turn the volume down and place the remote on the other side of the bed, placing your head back down against her chest. the steady rhythm of her heart was comforting.
“i love you.” she mutters, her hand massaging your scalp once more. you hum in response and place your hand on her side. “i love you back.” you mutter.
