tangled in love, stuck by you - grayson hawthorne x reader
summary: slow mornings with grayson !! bits of playful banter and grayson being an annyoying loveable tease warnings: nothing just fluff !! probably too much ur teeth may fall out wc: 1.6k
he woke up at 5:30. you woke up in his shirt.
you were aware of the alarm, but you kept your eyes shut and kept your head on grayson’s chest. you tried to ignore the noise and continue sleeping, but it was proving very difficult.
like always, you were expecting him to gently lift your arm off of him, get out of bed as silently as he could to not wake you, and press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. every week day.
then… with a soft exhale grayson lifted his arm, and surprisingly enough, only moved the slightest bit to turn the alarm off.
despite his minimal stirring and attempts to not disturb the moment of peace between you, you sat up just as he turned the alarm off.
lifting your head off of his chest while rubbing your eyes, you mumbled, “god… what time is it?”
“half past 5,” grayson was quick to smooth a hand over your hair, beckoning you back. “but that doesn’t matter. come back to sleep, sweetheart.”
you hummed, and you didn’t go back to sleep.
you barely even registered his words — you realized you were clearly not a morning person — and you sat up fully in your drowsy state, slowly blinked, then looked down at your watch and saw the way-too-early time. “shit,” you mumbled, “don’t you have to go?”
“no,” he answered, “ i don’t particularly … care right now,”, his voice was gravelly and still laced with sleep. then, he tried one last time to get your head back on his chest and linger in this moment of serenity for a little while longer.
you hummed contently in answer, then purposefully put your head on the pillow next to his instead. “that’s a lie.” you smiled sleepily as you lay on your side, “you care about everything ever.”
“not everything,” you two were laying on your sides face to face, and grayson smiled back at you— that type of smile that was just the barest upwards flicker of his lips. “only a select few that matter.”
“yeah?” you prodded teasingly, a dry chuckle leaving your lips, “like what?”
you adjusted the way you were laying down, putting your hand under your face, and it seemed that his gaze never tore off you.
“you.” he answered simply, his grey eyes boring into yours with a sort of comforting intensity.
“and here i was,” you let your lips by break into a grin, “thinking you were going to say your suits.”
graysons lips slid into a teasing, full smile. “oh, i was just getting to them, don’t you worry.”
you managed an eye roll, but the fake look of annoyance dissipated into a laugh, which was soon shared by him too.
after another second of looking at each other, a tired, amused scoff left your lips before turning onto your back and looking at the ceiling. “you should probably wake up. i should probably wake up.”
grayson moved closer to you, moving up so his chin rested atop your head. “we’re awake,” he murmured.
“yeah,” a laugh escaped you as you turned to lay on your side, “barely.”
you adjusted the way you lay, so you and grayson were face to face once again.
he looked at you with an odd softness in his eyes— or maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the curtains that made him look soft.
either way, you felt like you couldn’t look away. “hi,” the word escaped your lips, a mere murmur. there was a small smile growing on your lips.
“hi,” he echoed, tiredness and some sort of amusement laced in his voice.
you looked at each other for another moment, his gaze every so delicately trailing over your face, like he was trying to memorize the details — you recognized the look, because you felt yourself doing the same when you looked at him.
regardless, you have never felt butterflies erupt in your stomach faster.
“okay,” you laughed a little at absurdity of the moment, “thats it, i’m getting up now.” you pushed yourself up with an exhale, and made your way to the bathroom a few feet away.
you stopped at the door, turned around and looked at grayson who was still in bed.
he was propped up on his elbows, watching you make your way to the bathroom with that same little look in his eyes.
“what are you looking at?” you tilted your head, wondering what had him looking at you like that, all silent.
he narrowed his eyes jokingly back at you, before answering. “happy, that’s all.”
now your eyes were narrowing, your laugh threatening to spill through your words. “what,” a slight shake of your head, “happy you’re sleeping in?”
his lips turned downwards in consideration of your answer with a small shrug, “i suppose, yes.” his smile was borderline teasing now, “among other reasons.”
"you’re so corny.”
grayson shrugged, running a hand through his messy morning hair that you adored and then looking at you with a lazy smile. “if that’s what you’d like to call me, so be it. so long as it’s coming from you.”
you realized your face was heating up, “you’re only proving my point,” you laughed, and then you huffed when you realised grayson’s smile only widened.
you raised your brows with a slight laugh you couldn't hold in. “i need to shower,” you put a hand on the door handle, taking a slow step back, “i’ll just be a few minutes.”
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a few minutes turned out to be an hour.
when you left the shower, grayson was already downstairs by then, changed into brown trousers and white linen shirt with the few top buttons undone lazily— but nothing looked lazy about it.
you slid into a chair at the small table that sat in kitchen, two seats, just for you two, as you muttered your good mornings to each other.
“oh gray, you know, my shower was the best ever,” you sighed as you shut your eyes for a moment, holding your face in your hands.
you heard grayson hum in response for you to go on, flipping a pancake as he did so.
you opened your eyes and looked at his back, in some sort of admiration-trance as he cooked your pancakes, then you finally began rambling.
“well, the water was boiling, and there was so much steam; it felt like i was about to fall asleep in the best way.” you kept talking with your face laying in your hands, then when you finished, you sat up straight and brought your cup of water to your lips.
“perhaps, you might have truly fallen asleep,” he started, then turning to you as he placed a plate of pancakes on the table, “seeing as you took took so long.”
“oh. very funny.” you jokingly glared at him, not taking your eyes off of him as you finished your drink and put the cup down. you laughed despite yourself, “stop acting like your showers aren’t either 2 minutes or 2 hours long.”
grayson pulled his chair out and sat in the seat across you, laughing quietly. he said, “2 hours is quite the stretch. maybe 1 and a half seems more fitting.”
“i was being very graceful with 2 hours, actually.” you retorted, raising your brows.
“and i am very lucky to be receiving of that grace from you.”
grayson leaned back in his chair, reaching lazily for his coffee as he gave you a once-over. it wasn't flirtatious or teasing, just peaceful.. it reminded you of that look he’d given you before you got in the shower.
you glanced at him as you brought your coffee mug to your lips. the corners of your eyes crinkled, “okay, what are you looking at now?”
“i’m thinking about how i like my mornings better when you’re in them.” he said earnestly, without really answering your question as he looked away to stir his coffee.
you were just about to respond with something heartfelt, then he took his gaze up to you.
he made an act of looking at his watch, “even if they start late.”
you glared at him an unamusedly. though, the flush you felt from his first comment was still creeping up on your face.
you huffed in what you hoped looked like annoyance, then bit back a smile. “just shut up eat your pancakes already.”
grayson smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling also. “right. of course,” he cut a piece of his pancake, then brought his fork to his mouth as he looked at you, amusement in his features.
you rolled your eyes jokingly. he shut up. he ate his pancakes.
“even if they start late,” you mimicked in a high pitched voice under your breath, aggressively cutting your pancakes into pieces. “he says at 7 in the morning,” you added snappily, murmuring absentmindedly to yourself as you cut your pancakes into even smaller pieces.
the plate you were staring at did not reply.
you huffed, then brought your fork to your mouth and finally looked up at grayson.
he was looking at you silently, holding back what seemed to be a huge laugh.
his eyes slightly crinkled around the corners and his lips pressed together in an attempt to hold his smile back. and the second you made eye contact— your fork still in the air, you both burst into laughter.
you set your fork down, trying to compose yourself before you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.
“surely,” grayson managed, his words coming through a chuckle. “i don’t sound like that,” he furrowed his brows, pointing a finger at you
“oh,” you laughed at him, finally picking the fork you’d abandoned up again, and pointing at him with it, “but you really do.”
quiet laughter and chatter filled the living room as you finished your breakfast together, back and forth playful banter and stories randomly popping into your mind as the morning went on.
by the time you were both putting the dishes away, your face nearly hurt from laughing so much.
you weren’t a morning person, but you realized you definitely liked mornings better with grayson in them.
a/n: sorry ive been soooo m.i.a with the fics recently!! buuuut summer is soon so hopefully that'll change because i miss writing fics
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