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letsgetrowdy43 · 1 year

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Ceilings—

Jack Hughes x fem!reader Warnings: Angst, Drinking, Implications of sex, lmk if anything else

"Ceilings, plaster, can't you just make it move faster? Lovely to be sitting here with you. You're kinda cute, but it's raining harder, my shoes are now full of water. Lovely to be rained on with you, It's kinda cute but it's so short"

Jack's fingers tapped on the sticky diner counter, breakfast with his teammates had turned into longing stares and wandering eyes as he watched easily the most pretty girl he had ever had the pleasure of seeing drink her nearly empty coffee in peace. The sickly sweet smell of maple syrup and burnt bacon filled the air as the boys all paid off their tabs, leaving Jack to sit at the diner counter surrounded by empty plates and the crackling noise of Elvis playing over the radio.

His attention stuck on the girl hidden behind a newspaper, a pencil in her hand, the eraser end of it in her mouth as she stared at the daily crossword, annoyed mumbles leaving her mouth as she attempted to work out all of the words, followed by angry erasing as she accepted the defeat and moved on to the sudoku. A fuzzy feeling filled his chest as he subconsciously walked over to the corner booth in the back of the restaurant, he had seen this girl before, he had no idea where he knew her from but she felt familiar.

The light withers away with each step as he planted his feet in front of the girl. Her brows furrowed as she looked up at him, her newspaper forgotten on the table as she examined the harmless-looking boy who had a nervous smile on his face. Prominent smile lines appeared on his face as he opened his mouth to speak but lost confidence before the words could be formed, the girl smiled at his attempts and ushered for him to take the seat across from her.

"Are you good a crosswords puzzles?" she asked looking up at him, taking note of how cute he was He lightly shook his head no, "Do you at least talk", he swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. "I'm sorry I just blacked out there" he whispered as she smiled at him, she shook her head and watched as he comfy himself on the soft velvet cushion of the bench, "you just look really familiar?" "I don't think I've ever met you before" she shook her head as his brows furrowed. "My name's Jack" he introduced himself watching her deflate in her seat, her eyes trained on the downpour of rain just outside the window.

"I am sorry to have to leave so soon, but I have to walk back to my apartment and I want to leave before the rain gets any worse" she frowned and stood up, the bills previously in her jacket pockets were now scattered on the table with a small portion of change for a tip.

She grabbed Jack's hand and took her one of the pens out of her purse, the ballpoint tip of the pen softly dug into his skin as she wrote on his palm. "Text me if you actually want to talk," she said before leaving the dinner and venturing out into the rain, "and with words" she taunted.

Jack looked down at her number scribbled on his skin, he looked up to see her through the window, her hair curling from the wet as she crossed the street. Her boots splashed in the rain as the cars and trucks waited for her to cross the street.

A giddy feeling arose as he looked back down at his palm.

"Then you're driving me home and I don't wanna leave, but I have to go. You kiss me in your car and it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before"

That one morning had turned into a plethora of breakfasts, every Sunday, like clock-work. The back booth, the dim lighting, the newspaper, and the smell of burnt coffee. It was a feeling of warmth shared between the two.

But now the girl found herself in his car, a night out with friends had turned into an evening of flirting and gentle touches the moment Jack and his friends had entered the bar. The six much taller and intimidating boys had entered the small pub-styled bar with booming energy, a night of celebration after the big win. The night was a kickstart to the much-needed All-Star break.

She sat at the table with tired eyes, her skin cool to the touch from the constant opening and closing of the entrance door. The fun high that comes with being wine drunk had long passed by as she dreaded the up-and-coming cab ride home. Jack once again stood in awe, her lipstick slightly smeared, her cocktail dress hugging her hips in the kind of ways that made jack's mouth run dry, the soft material riding up her thighs overwhelmed him in other ways that made him feel like the atmosphere in the room was slightly suffocating. She was so effortlessly pretty.

"Jack?" she smiled up innocently at the boy as he sat down next to her, her eyes slightly more hooded than usual, her cheeks warm and nipped pink from the alcohol still in her system. His wandering hands played with the soft flesh of her thigh as her friends interrogated the boy, amazed as to how their dearest friend could hide the dreamy hockey boy from them

Jack stared at his teammates who seemed to be enjoying the night a little too much, beer after beer as they danced around the bar, "you don't look to be having much fun" she whispered in his ear. He shook his head and brushed her hair out of the way of her ear so he could whisper back, "I still have to work this week, I leave for Florida in two days," she pouted as her fingers found themselves playing with the collar of his dress shirt.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

That's how the two of the ended up in front of her apartment, bruised lips and heaving chests as they bid each other goodbye for the third time in the past five minutes

Jack chased her lips as she pulled away once again, "you going away, does that mean you're gonna miss Sunday breakfast?" she frowned as he nodded. His lips travelled down her jaw, "I'll make it up to you" he mumbled into her skin.

He brought his lips up to hers once more, this time his kisses were filled with something that felt almost like love, slow and passionate. "You make me feel like I'm in a movie," she mumbled against his skin as they pulled away for the last time, "you feel like a forever superstar" she kissed his cheek, the nickname sending chills down his core as she got out of the car.

"Bedsheets, no clothes, touch me like nobody else does. Lovely to just lay here with you, you're kinda cute and I would say all of this, but I don't wanna ruin the moment. Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos"

Jack laid on his back, eyes closed as they finally settled into bed. She rest her head on his chest, the plush of her cheek squished into his sweaty skin as his fingers drew lines up and down her spine. It's moments like these where she feels herself slipping, the words of love on her tongue as she mentally reminisces about the feeling of his skin pressed up against hers.

His chest rose and fell rhythmically as she played with the gold chain around his neck, the feeling of the comforter swallowing them whole as they sunk deeper into silence. Blissful domestication surrounded them as they lay there waiting to see who would speak first.

She slowly repositioned herself so she could look Jack in the eyes, her elbows propped up to help her lean forward and kiss his collarbone. A grin on his face as he tucked her messy hair behind her ears, her lips ran over his skin as she light-nipped at his jaw. "You're beautiful" he whispered as she settled back down in his arms, his hand finally finding a place to rest on her torso, squeezing the bare flesh as he turns to look at her once more.

She grew nervous under his stare, forgetting that just mere minutes ago Jack was mumbling compliments into her skin, worshipping her as his hands grasped onto her, needing to be as close as he could possibly get. "You're prettier" she whispered back with a grin, her fingers gently raking through his damp curls. She smiled as she examined his hair, remembering that he had cancelled his appointment with his barber after she told him how she loved the length on him.

Something about the simplicity of their dynamic made her heart beat a little louder. It was this feeling of comfort that resided between them, but the chaos that came with the unknown.

Jack leaned forward and kiss her once more, gently brushing his lips against hers.

"But it's over, then you're driving me home, and it kinda comes out as I get up to go. You kiss me in your car, and it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before"

The term situation-ship was too easy of a word to explain whatever these two had going on.

It seemed as if the odds had never been quite in their favour, the off-season was just beginning meant that Jack would be returning back to Michigan to stay with his family for the summer. A summer fueled with beaches, boats, and an ungodly amount of golfing. After the summer ended she would be leaving Jersey to start school in Boston, a dream come true as she finally figured out what she wanted to do with her life.

He had begged her to go with him, to spend their last remaining days together in Michigan with him. But she had politely declined, knowing that the pain of it all would come crashing down if she had let the spark between them drag on.

Jack tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, nerves filled his senses as he turned down her street for the last time. His plane would be leaving in just a few hours, meaning these last few seconds were it, after this, they would be mere memories in each other's lives.

His free hand intertwined with hers, trying to ignore the quiet cries coming from her. Knowing that letting her go would be the best for the two of them.

"I love you" she mumbled, she brought his knuckles up to her lips as he parked the car in front of her apartment. "Don't say things like that" he mumbled back, his hand squeezing hers. "I mean it Jack, you will forever mean everything to me," her free hand wiped the tears off of his cheeks.

He turned to look at her, a weak smile on his face as he watched her, hope in her eyes as she waited for him to say it back. But saying those three simple words would solidify everything, It would make it real.

An ache rand through his chest as he looked around the streets knowing he would never visit this part of town again, his head turned back to look at her. He leaned in one last time a placed a gentle kiss on her lips, tasting the salty tears on her lips as his free hand wipe the new ones away.

She was the first to pull away, already missing the taste of gum on his tongue, "You're gonna do amazing things superstar," she whispered one last time before kissing his cheek, "just don't forget about me."

He placed one last kiss on her cheek before she got out of the car, pain filling all of her senses as she made it to the front door, turning around for just a second the wave goodbye one last time. He sat in the car, the dim light on and weakly smiled, waiting for her to get in the building safely. The moment she turned back around and enter the complex he let out a breath he had no idea he was holding.

That was their final goodbye

"But it's not real and you don't exist, and I can't recall the last time I was kissed. It hits me in the car and it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before, before"

She missed him, she couldn't recall what had evoked this feeling of emptiness that filled her chest, but something had triggered this bone-aching feeling.

School had been fine, but she missed intimacy, not just any intimacy. She missed the feeling of his touch, his gentle way with words, she missed his presence.

Jack had been having an amazing season, he'd been playing the best hockey she had ever seen. The interviews and the pictures of him everywhere she looked didn't help either, his voice constantly popping up on her social making a sick feeling turn in her stomach.

They had kept in contact for a better half of the summer before the replies became less frequent, and conversations grew less interesting as the melancholy feeling of an ending settled.

She now drove on the freeway, needing a break from the campus she had decided to drive back to Jersey for her reading week. There was a lump in her throat as the music in her car started to tune out, the sound of ringing in her ears got louder as she thought and thought some more about how truly alone she was.

She pulled over, cars speeding past her as she put her car into park on the shoulder of the highway, tears now rolling down her cheeks as she leaned her forehead against the steering wheel. She needed a break from her mind. A shaky breath left her lips as she pulled out her phone, the bright screen opened to instagram, the page refreshed and a photo of Jack popped up.

He stood on the ices crowded by his fellow teammates as they hugged him, excited about his overtime goal. His smile was bright as they patted his helmet, thousands of fans screaming in the background, that was his dream, this was his everything.

A groan escaped her lips as she dialled his number, knowing he was out with his friends celebrating the win, he wasn't going to answer she knew that. She just needed to be reminded that she wasn't a priority anymore.

The ringing started, it continued in her ears, monotone noises that crushed her heart a little more with each passing second, and then came his voicemail.

"Hey superstar, just wanted to congratulate you on the OT win" she took a deep breath and tried to steady her shaking voice, "we haven't spoken in a while and, well it's kind of stupid too but I missed your voice" she frowned and mentally hit herself. "God I'm so pathetic, I just miss this, I miss you. God, you're living your best life right now and I'm dwelling on just the thought of you. Just forget it, forget me, I clearly need to forget you" she hung up- the phone a threw it into the passenger's seat.

She shook her head, the palms of her hand digging into her eyes as she started her car again, vowing that from now in Jack Hughes was just a name, a memory that never existed.