braiding each others hair .ᐟ grace.a x fem!reader
your bedroom window was open just a fraction to let the cool summer breeze inside. you were sat near the edge of your bed, gaze locked onto the bottom left corner of one of your posters. you should replace it soon, the poster is slightly creased at the edges and the top right corner is hanging loosely off the wall. now that you think of it, the bottom left corner is slowly giving way too.
“stay still.” grace says softly from behind you, fingers pausing in your hair for just a moment before continuing to braid your hair. you sit up right, back straightening. you must’ve leant forwards as you were hyper focused on the poster in the corner of your room, beside you window.
“are you nearly done? i’m starting to get pins and needles.” you complain, clenched hands resting on your knees. you hear grace let out a tiny chuckle. “you’re the one who wanted me to do it. don’t complain. i’m almost done.” she replies, holding the end of your braid with one hand as she leans over to grab a hair tie of your desk.
grace ties the end of the braid and rests her hands on your shoulders after, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. you lean back against her chest and tilt your head, very awkwardly, to look her in the eyes. “thank you.” you whisper, pecking her jaw. grace smiles and shifts to wrap her arms around you now, resting her head against hers. “don’t worry about it.”
the two of you sit in silence for what feels like forever, but in a good way. up until you quietly offer to braid her hair too. “mine?” she asks, letting go of you as you move to sit up in front of her. “isn’t it too short?”
you snort and smile, “unless you’re bald, nothing is too short.” grace just stares at you with a tiny smile. “dude, c’mon, turn around!” you laugh, ushering her to turn her back to you. she reluctantly agrees and turns away. you scoot closer to her and run your fingers through her hair gently, to which she seems to relax. “okay, maybe i can’t braid all of it but..” you shift to sit slightly to her right side and take a small section of her hair, starting to gently braid it.
after maybe a minute or two, you pinch the end of the braid and reach for a hair tie, tying the end of her hair. the product however? a very sloppy looking braid. you wince lightly at the result, “i think you should stick to braiding hair.” you mutter, tucking the braid behind her ear in hope the rest of her hair would magically cover it up. grace giggles and turns her head to look at you, “no, i think the imperfections make it all the better.” she says.
you press a kiss to her temple, “i get you’re trying to be sweet but seriously, don’t ever let me braid your hair again.” you whisper, the both of you breaking into a fit of giggles.
