a/n: hello!! this will probably be the last hockey related thing i post on this blog bc i feel GUILTY!!!! i have a side blog which i did initially intent on posting all my hockey things on first so i’m gonna start using that again bc i did not intend for this blog to be taken over by hockey entirely 😭😭 if anyone wants to follow it it’s @buunbaanbeen (creative, i know) so uhhhh yeah!!!!
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“why are you doing, sweetheart?” says a familiar voice from the other side of the room. perhaps if there wasn’t currently a pillow over your face, you might be able to see the amusement on his face instead of just hearing it in his words. it’s a shame you can’t quite find the energy to remove it, though; you’ll just have to stick to imagining it.
“trying to smother myself,” is what you respond with. it’s met by raucous laughter from jack, clearly not taking this whole thing as seriously as he should be.
his footsteps are soft as they pad across the carpeted floor of his bedroom, getting closer and closer until you feel the mattress dip beside you, a warm hand finding itself a home on your clothed stomach. jack’s thumb rubs soft, soothing circles against the fabric of your — although jack would claim it was his, once upon a time — hoodie, and you can’t help but feel the stress from your day begin to slowly melt into the mattress.
“yeah?” jack purrs, the amusement only growing, “and hows that going for you, baby? can you see the light yet?”
the joy jack gets from making fun of you is almost endearing. that is until you remember that you’re the butt of the joke, of course, and then all you want to do is wipe the stupid grin off of his face!
you lift the pillow just enough to be able to see him, shooting a quick glare in his direction just to really emphasise your annoyance. “stop being mean and help me,” you grumble as you cover your face once more, “it’ll go faster if we work as a team.”
the mattress shifts again under the weight of his movement and before you know it, your boyfriend is horizontal and wrapping his arm entirely around your torso. he pulls you into his body without any effort at all and the pillow slips away from you, tumbling from your face and onto the floor too fast for you to stop it. it’s rather cinematic, the way it topples like a fallen soldier, but you don’t have time to dwell on that. not when jack is nuzzling his face into the newly accessible spot at the crook of your neck like a puppy that’s desperate for attention.
“whoopsie,” he mumbles against your skin, holding you too tight for you to escape the way it tickles you, “guess we’ll just have to try the smothering thing another day, huh?”
“you’re a dick,” you grumble.
“i’m your dick, though,” he just replies as he gets comfortable.
and yeah, he is ‘your dick’ because just as much as he’s an annoyance and the bane of your existence most days, he’s also the only person you want to come home to. the man of your dreams and your worst nightmare all rolled into one irritatingly handsome individual, and you wouldn’t change him for anything. not when he’s perfect the way that he is.
jack breathes a deep sigh into your neck before lifting his head just enough to see your face, no doubt looking as weary as you feel. his eyes flit from feature to feature as if they’re studying them, taking in each one individually as if that will in some way unlock the key to reading your mind.
“you’re pretty, y’know,” he finally says, “even when you look like you’re hoping for an anvil to fall on your head.“
“are you calling me a looney toon?” you try and jest, but the joke doesn’t quite reach your voice. jack huffs out a small laugh nonetheless, giving you the softest smile he can muster.
“i’m saying you look miserable, baby.” a quick kiss to your forehead has your eyes fluttering closed. he always knows what to do when he needs you to chill. “not to mention the whole ‘smothering’ thing; it doesn’t exactly make me think you’re doing well when you do shit like that.”
“i wouldn’t worry, jack,” you murmur, “me smothering myself was hardly the picture of success.”
but when he sighs where he should’ve laughed, you realise that he’s more serious than you first thought. this this isn’t something you can just brush off with a quick joke or two but a genuine concern for you! it’s precious, really, the way he worries over you so much even when you think it’s unfounded! like he’s saying ‘i love you’ without even having to utter the words.
“i need to know that you’re okay.” jack’s voice is firm, but it still carries that familiar softness that makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside. you simply nod in agreement. “yeah? you’re okay?”
this time you say it. “i’m okay, jack,” you mumble as you let your body cosy up to his.
“you promise?” he triple checks and you have to stop yourself from laughing at his unnecessary concern. you settle for a soft smile
“i promise, pretty boy.” the warmth you feel inside your chest seeps into your words. “just a bad day, that’s all.”
he sighs as he lets his head fall back into the crook of your neck, right where it belongs.
“thats all,” he mumbles, “that’s good to know.”
