#I'm eating cheesy popcorn and having a time of it; shout out to my man bair 🤝

[n7viper]

also as most of you know by now, I'm a regular clown on here but like, if I'm engaging in extra special clownery it probably means that I want to vent about something so badly but it'll doxx me so severely

[libraryofloveletters]

Made For You

Jack Grealish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: soft boyfriend jack, cheesy matching pjs, jacks's horrible driving, mini fashion show.

Word Count: 723

Author's Note: this is my bookie pookieeeeee fr, y'all better eat this one - it's so jack.

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His favourite time of the year; when you suggested the idea of matching pjs, Jack was all over it. 

Your cheek pressed into the soft cotton of Jack's shorts, one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other used to hold his phone and scroll through what you could only assume was Instagram.

This was a typical afternoon for you two, unwinding on the couch in comfortable silence.

The TV played quietly in the background, the holiday movie you had put on for background noise was on commercial and there's an ad running for holiday pyjamas. The parents and their kids sat in front of the fireplace and then it switched to a couple on Christmas morning.

"Those are sure," you mumble and Jack looks down at you, phone off to the side. "What'd you say, love?"

"The pyjamas," you nodded towards the tv, "aren't they cute? We should do that."

Jack sits up a bit straighter, causing you to slip off your pillow - his thigh. His phone is back in his hand, a few quick passes of his finger over the screen before he hands it to you.

There's a few options already open for pjs, matching ones that is. The classic black and red flannel pants with red tops, a set with the grinch on the black pants and a green top that says hate hate hate, I'm staying home!, another set with what looked like Christmas lights printed on the legs and sleeves with some sort of Santa's workshop on the front of the shirt. The last set has little reindeers on the shirt while the pants have snowflakes along it.

"That was fast." You rested your head on your boyfriend's thigh again, looking up at him. He hums, taking his phone back. "I was gonna get us some as a surprise but since you know now, you can help me pick."

"I like all of them, but the reindeer one is my favourite - oh and the grinch one."

Jack smiles, "I figured that one would be your favourite."

You nod, turning your attention back to the tv but Jack stands, causing your head to drop flat into the couch cushions. "Ow?" You looked at him, confused as to what's going on.

"Sorry baby," Jack grabs your hands, pulling you up. You're beyond lost, unsure as to why your boyfriend has pulled you up. "What's going on?"

"We're going to get the pyjamas."

"Now?"

"Yeah," he nods, car keys already in hand as he walks out the front door. "God okay, wait for me!" You shout, locking the door and running after him.

It's a miracle you even made it there; you had asked Jack to let you drive but he insisted that he was fine to drive, training wasn't even that difficult today - and yet, you nearly ran into the curb like 12 times.

Jack carried the basket, following you around the store as you picked out the sets you liked, the same ones that Jack had shown you. You sorted through the sizes, tossed them at Jack, the man watching in amusement as you navigated the hectic store in all its holiday glory - to be fair, it was his fault for waiting until 3 days to Christmas to do his pyjama shopping.

Once again, Jack drives home and you're just counting down the minutes until you arrive home - you loved your boyfriend but he couldn't drive for shit.

Jack insists you try on the pyjamas for him, doing a little fashion show. He goes as far as finding a soundtrack for you; settling on bad romance by Lady Gaga.

It was mostly the two of you giggling and dancing around the living room until you ended up on the couch. You huffed, your head on his shoulder.

"These are soft," you put your hand on his face, Jack's hand rubbing along the sleeve of your shirt.

"So soft," he says, the words muffled under the palm of your hand.

"Movie night?" You sit up, walking to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

Jack nods. "Let me change," he runs off to the bedroom before meeting you back on the couch. He was now wearing the matching set to your grinch one, coincidently you two settled on watching the grinch again, for the millionth time this season.

"Love you," you whispered, head on his shoulder.

Jack's arm draped over your thighs, patting it softly. "Love you."