need to know ➙ jack grealish (one shots)

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PROMPT NO.3 - "YOUR HAIR IS SO SOFT"

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a death glare is what anyone would hope to get from jack grealish when they'd muss up his soft, highly-protected hair.

he can be a little protective - keyword, little - about it with you, but he just rolls his eyes playfully when you do it, but you know he's joking around. in fact, you know he loves it - he makes it more obvious than he realises, especially when his shoulders relax as if it releases built-up tension from the day, or when he shivers a little and then he beams back at you, his puppy grin making you fall in love all over again.

this week you haven't managed to see him very much, as he's very busy at training or playing matches, and likewise with you, working day in and day out to keep your status-quo with your dream career. so, the two of you have decided to have a film night together. it's sad that it couldn't happen every night, but it's the least you can do with your busy schedules. you'd settle for anything that meant you could spend a little time with your boyfriend.

you both settle for mamma mia, an absolute classic, after browsing through netflix for a little while, while he grabbed some of your favourite snacks from the kitchen. 

at the start of the film, you were both close together, his arm was strewn across your shoulder and your hands were entwined. you had always thought his hands fit perfectly with yours, like two pieces of a jigsaw. you both laugh together and sing along to the all of the songs, knowing them off by heart.

"i'll impossible how many times we've seen this film," you say.

"babe, it's impossible how many times i've kissed you, but here we are," he beams.

you're not sure you can exist any longer with the fireworks exploding inside your stomach, and the butterflies causing chaos inside your mid-section.

your bodies have moved around in so many positions that, about halfway through the film, his head is rested on your lap. his eyes flutter closed but open whenever a song comes on, and he sleepily lip-syncs the words with one eye shut and one eye open.

it's your favourite thing to see him there, so peacefully being him. not to forget when his head is in your lap, like now. you'd think, even after dating him for almost a year, that the butterflies would subside for even just a moment. yet, they come back and back, no matter what. you know it's just jack's natural charm.

"your hair is so soft," you don't seem to realise that you're doing it until you whisper the five words, the syllables escaping your lips like something your mouth has learned to do when you're being affectionate. it, meaning you mean your hands seem to have a mind of their own, toying gently through his buttermilk locks. 

you notice him stirring a little, his eyes fluttering open.

you freeze, your hands mid-stroke. "jack?" you say, a little sheepishly.

"y/n," he says hoarsely, in a way very similar to his morning voice. the butterflies still in your stomach begin to quiver - you fear you've woken him up and he's annoyed about it. it remains painfully silent between you, even with the film in the background, for what feels like a millennia.

"can you... can you keep doing it?"

you let out a small sigh of relief. what were you thinking? of course he wouldn't be annoyed at you. 

"my pleasure," you plant a kiss on his head, and continue to slide your fingers smoothly through his silky hair, like the most spoiled princess in the whole world.

A/N: i really hope you liked it!