#Philadelphia Flyers imagines

[swissboyhisch]

Little Miss Klutz

Pairing: Carter Hart x Reader

Summary: Despite you hating your pain link to your soulmate, he had a tendency to look on the brighter side.

Word Count: 746

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, long-distance relationship

Request: Yes Soulmate pain au with Carter Hart where the reader is a player and plays forward on a different team ( like Calgary) and she is very accident prone

A/N: I hope you like it. It's not super long but I enjoyed writing it.

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You loved your job, but it didn’t help that you were accident-prone. And your team loved to remind you. Your teammates laughed while your soul mate suffered the consequences. You shared pain as your soul link. If you bruised, he bruised. When you got hit with a puck, he felt it. 

Today was another practice where you got dressed and were first on the ice. You skated around momentarily, doing some stick handling as a little warm-up, shooting a couple of pucks to the back of the net.

“Heads up, Klutz!”

You were a good player and had a good reaction time, but the puck came at you too quickly. SMACK! The icy, hard rubber hit your jaw, taking you down to the ice. Luckily, you couldn’t feel or taste any blood—this time. 

“Dude!”

Your teammate rushed to you, apologising profusely. “I’m sorry! I thought you’d dodge it.”

“You know me better than that,” You groan. 

Your best friend and one of your linemates, Lila, came out with what looked to be your phone to her ear. “Yeah, she’s good. You good, Klutz?”

One of your hands stayed where you were hit on the jaw; the other threw a thumbs up towards Lila. You slowly climbed to your feet, skated to the entrance, and took the phone from her. 

“Hey, C.”

The familiar, heart-warming chuckle floated down the line, “That was a nasty one.”

“Not as bad as the one you took to the cheek against the Pens,” You retorted, taking the ice pack from Meave, who still was apologising. 

“Still felt pretty bad,” Carter hums. “You haven’t even started your morning skate.”

You grumbled lightly, annoyed you had taken a hit before this morning’s practice began. The boy on the other end of the line could tell you were frustrated, so he went on, telling you how his morning had been so far. He kept your mind occupied while you waited on the ice. 

“Come on, Klutz,” The coach called as she stepped on the ice.

“Have a good practice, babe,” Carter replied, hearing your coach in the background.

“I’ll call you after practice, C. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You took more than your fair share of pucks and bumps through practice. You couldn’t be bothered counting after five pucks. But it was a good skate otherwise. All ready for the game later that night versus Toronto. The team had worked hard this season, and it was paying off. 

You finish training and shower before returning to your apartment to go through your pre-game routine. As soon as you climbed in the car, you called Carter. It was one of the many rituals you and Carter had come to love throughout your long-distance relationship. 

“11.”

“Huh?” 

Carter laughed, “You took 11 pucks to the body after the one before training. So I mean, you took 12 overall but 11 during training.”

“You counted?!” You gasp jokingly. You pull out of the rink car park and head towards your apartment. “I can’t believe you counted.”

“You getting hit before training even started indicated to me it was going to be one of those days,” Carter admitted. 

The two of you laughed, talking about how you both were on the journey home, which was not very far. You found your parking spot, grabbed out your bag and made sure you had your phone, still on call to Carter. 

“You make it back?” 

“Just making my way into the lobby.” The doorman smiled as he opened the door for you as you neared. “Thank you, John.”

After several flights of stairs, you made it to your apartment. You unlock the door and step in. You were too busy talking to Carter to see that your cat had left one of his toys in the middle of the hall.

“Fuck.”

Carter was silent for a moment before laughing. “Did you just trip?”

“...no.”

Your boyfriend knew you too well. He could tell you were lying to save you the embarrassment. But you also knew he could tell you were lying. To be honest, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you,” Carter chuckled, “Despite you causing more than 50% of our shared pain.”

“Whatever…”

“Say it.”

You were teasing at this point. “I don’t think I will.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Klutz!”

You laugh at Carter’s tone before replying affectionately. “I love you more, Carter. Even though you tease me about my clumsiness.”

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[ilyasorokinn]

if you can, a blurb of samuel ersson <3 (free to do what u want, i would just like to read smth you've written for him)

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

whoever sent this in, i love you <3 i still love him even if he didn't take my bracelet lmao

you felt lightheaded as you pulled the balloon away from your mouth and tied it off, "how many are left?" your friend asked from the other end of the couch, tying off her own balloon.

"well, we've got 10 here right now, the ones we blew up makes 12, so only 21 more to go." she fell back on the couch and groaned.

"we're gonna pass out before we get this done." she looked over at you, "they could have done this at party city, ya know?"

"yeah, i'm realzing that now." you sighed.

"you know what? i'll go tomorrow for you and get them done, just so we can stop blowing them up before we die."

"really?"

"really. that's how much i love sam." she patted you on the back, "21 more balloons, 11 orange, 10 black, and 2 3s."

"i love you." you sighed, setting down your balloon and leaning back, "i miss sam."

she groaned, "you'll see him tomorrow."

"i know, but that's so far away."

"get over it." she tossed a pillow in your direction, which you caught and then promptly threw back at her.

the next day after work, you got home to find all the balloons already in your apartment. you shot your friend a quick text then set them up in the way you thought looked nice.

you set up the birthday banner and hung it up, then brought the cake out of the fridge and set it up, centering it with all the gifts you got for sam around it. you then ordered sam's favorite food and waited for him to get home.

a few hours later, you had dug into the food already, but you heard the lock turn and your head whipped over just in time to see sam coming through the door.

"your home!" you jumped off the couch and ran over to greet him. he smiled, catching you when you jumped into his arms, "happy birthday."

"thank you, love." he hummed, running a soothing hand up and down your back, "i missed you."

"i missed you, too." you pulled away and looked at him, brushing a stray piece of hair out of his face, "i got you some stuff."

"what kind of stuff?" he asked, setting you down on the ground. you grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen where he finally caught a glimpse of the banner and all 33 balloons hanging up, "whoa." he let out a chuckle.

"happy birthday, sammy." you kissed his cheek.

"thank you." he hummed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. you took the cake out and pressed a candle into it, lighting it for him.

you smiled as you sang to him, enjoying the bashful look on his face. he blew it out with a smile on his face when you cheered for him. once the cake was cut into, you watched him open his gifts.

"just some small things because i got you one big thing but it hasn't arrived yet."

"y/n..." he sighed.

"stop, you literally got me concert tickets, so one big thing is acceptable." you playfully glared at him, watching him open the gift. he smiled and profusely thanked you when he opened each gift, a simple pair of cufflinks with his initals, a new hoodie that he had been eying for a while, and a few gag gifts. a shirt with your face on it and a pin that read 'i <3 my gf!' that he immediately put on his backpack.

"open the envelope," you told him, pushing it towards him. he opened it with a raised brow and a confused look. he opened it and read what it said before looking up at you with wideeyes.

"are you serious?" he asked.

"yeah, trips planned for off-season." you smiled with a nod, a smile on your face at the excitement on his, "we're going to sweden!" you cheered.

"oh, my god!" he jumped up and picked you up, spinning you around. you laughed, wrapping your arms around him tighter, "this is insane!"

"you've been talking abot going home, and i know we didn't get to go to sweden this summer, so we're going next year. i planned the whole thing with your family already."

"i love you." he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead as you hugged you tight.

"i love you, too." you hummed happily.

requests are open!

[nhlclover]

𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄

summary: attempting long distance makes it clear to you and jamie that you need each other

warnings: loneliness, sad jamie, kissing, tiny bit of cursing

word count: 1.19k

Jamie was sprawled out on his bed in his cramped apartment in Philadelphia, staring blankly at the empty walls. He hadn’t decorated yet, let alone had the proper furniture. His bed was simply a mattress on the floor, his coffee table doubling as a kitchen table.

Jamie had been in Philly for about a month now. You’d think a month was enough to adjust to a new city, and while he had settled into a routine and gotten comfortable with all of the city’s quirks, something still felt off.

It was you. He missed you deeply. Your laughter, your presence, your comfort. You were his anchor. But you were tied to your job over 2,000 miles away in Anaheim. You guys had discussed this before he left, that 3 months wasn’t that long and you could withstand it. Then, at the season's end, you’d talk about your future together.

However, here you both were, on opposite sides of the country, distance putting a strain on the both of you.

Jamie did his normal pre-game routine with you on his mind. He thought of the fact that you were probably at work right now, wrapping up final tasks, before heading home and putting on the Flyers game. It was a miracle he found someone as supportive as you, willing to put up with the long days and stress that being a professional athlete could bring.

Each game he played knowing that when he got home he wouldn’t be coming home to you made them harder and harder. The facetimes and calls were not enough anymore and the strain on Jamie was starting to show in his gameplay. Today’s game was horrible. Jamie was benched for almost the entire third after he gave up 3 separate turnovers. Amidst the rowdy Philadelphia crowd, upset that their team was losing, his mind wandered to you. It was always you.

Jamie kept to himself while getting changed and showering, truly wanting to go home just to call you. After an unbearable 5 minutes with the media, Jamie trudged out of the locker room, shoulders slumped and spirits in the basement. Walking down the hall, Jamie feels an arm hook around his shoulders.

“Why the long face?” Cam asks.

Jamie shrugs off Cam's arm, his mind still reeling. "Just had a rough game, man. Ready to get out of here."

Cam flashes him a sly, knowing grin. “It’ll pick up soon, bud.” He says.

Jamie ignores his teammates' words, continuing down the halls of the Wells Fargo Centre. As he turned the bend, greeted by a myriad of voices, there you were.

Jamie could’ve sworn he was seeing things, maybe reaching a point of delusion. But there you were, standing with his teammates' girlfriends. Jamie’s heart lifted upon seeing you, the weight of a thousand worlds falling behind him as he headed straight for you. When he reached you, his arms enveloped you in a tight embrace.

The world around him fades away leaving only you two suspended in this moment. His touch is firm yet gentle, a silent declaration of his need for your presence, your comfort.

“Hi, James.” You say softly into his chest. Your delicate tone nearly sends Jamie over the edge, the reality of everything catching up to him, tears threatening to prick at his eyes.

“Hi, baby.” He says softly. You guys stay there for a few more moments before you force Jamie to walk to his car with you.

Deciding you had so much to talk about, Jamie drove you to a park to walk around while you guys spoke. You intertwined your fingers with Jamie's, drawing strength from the reassuring warmth of his touch. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the struggles you had endured during your time apart.

“So, what are you doing here?” Jamie asks, his grin having still not faded since first seeing you.

“I had to see you…” You tell him. “So I took two weeks off.”

“You did what?” Jamie asked.

“Jamie, I missed you so much, it was almost unbearable.” You confessed, your voice conveying the pain it had truly caused you. “With the time difference and our weird, conflicting schedules… I had to come and see you.”

Jamie's expression softened, his gaze filled with empathy as he listened to your words. He understood all too well the pain of separation, the relentless tug of loneliness that pulled at his heart with every passing day.

“Y/n, I missed you too. I’ve been fucking miserable.” Jamie said, a small chuckle escaping as he recounts the past couple of days. “It's like… no matter how many times we talk on the phone or text each other, it's never enough. I need you here with me, physically, emotionally… I just…”

Jamie suddenly stops walking, turning to face you.

“Marry me.”

The words were out of Jamie’s mouth before he knew it, the both of you sharing the same shocked reaction to his words. The unexpected proposal makes you freeze, your heart skipping a beat. Despite them being blurted out, Jamie knew that they were real feelings.

“W-what?” You ask. It felt as though time stood still as you processed his words. Jamie takes both of your hands in his, his eyes glimmering.

“I’m serious. Marry me.” He says again. “These last couple of months have been…fucking hell on earth. I’ve been miserable. And for a while, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. At first, I thought it was the lack of sun… or maybe it was taking me a little longer than I thought to adjust to a new city. But it was you. I couldn’t bear not having you with me.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, jaw open slack as you were processing his words.

“I want you here in Philly, with me. And whatever it takes.” Jamie says. “You can get another job here, in Philly, I’m sure the guys of their wives have connections here and they could help. Or don’t work! I can support you, I don’t care. What I’m trying to say is-”

You cut off Jamie’s rambling, pressing your lips to his, effectively shutting him up. Your lips melded together, picking up as if you had never been separated. As you parted, a small smile graced your lips. Jamie’s eyes scanned your face, desperate to read what you were thinking.

"Yes," you said, your voice steady with resolve. "Yes, I will marry you. And yes, I will come live with you in Philadelphia. We can figure everything else out later.”

Jamie let out a huff of relief before scooping you up in his arms and spinning you above the ground. You squeal, your laughter ringing like a melody in Jamie’s ears.

“Oh my god, I have a wife!” Jamie cheered loudly.

He leans down pressing a kiss to your lips, holding you close once again. As you held each other close, the weight of loneliness lifted from Jamie's heart, replaced by the comforting certainty of your presence.

“I love you so much.” Jamie whispers against your lips.

[chukys-mouthguard]

could you write smut based on slow hands by niall with drysdale!

sundazed

1.6k words

genre: fluff/smut

warnings: 18+ sexual content, minors DNI

featuring: Jamie Drysdale x female reader

Sitting in your lawn chair you watched as Jamie and the boys started up a game of Beer Die. It wasn’t one you knew well, though with how often they played it you would assume you’d have caught on by now. Jamie always would try to explain it to you, but you left this game to the boys. Sticking to beer pong or flip cup if you ever wanted to participate.

As the day had gone on, you’d taken notice of the fact that your boyfriend had discarded his shirt. The sun providing some color to his skin along with a shine of the sweat beads that would occasionally gather on his chest. Sure you had seen Jamie shirtless plenty of times, but maybe it was the heat getting to you or the endless drinks you’d had that was making you look at him with lustful eyes.

Watching as he and the boys continued on with their game, cursing and yelling at one another for breaking the rules. Your eyes glued to Jamie as he remained focused on the game, his drink tight in one hand as he moved around the table. His bicep flexing as he threw the die, your tongue darting to lick your bottom lip as you prayed no one saw you staring. Thankfully your sunglasses could hide your gaze.

The boys were winding down their game and you needed another drink to calm your thirst. Making your way towards them you made sure to steal a kiss from Jamie, your hand tracing over his bicep and then to his chest.

“Hey baby, how are you?”

“I’m in need of another drink, come with me?”

Jamie took your hand as you led the way into the house, heading to the fridge to grab you each a drink. You enjoyed the cool of the air conditioned house, opting to have a seat on the counter adjacent to the fridge. Jamie cracked open your drink as he handed it to you with a smile, accepting it as you took off your sunglasses. Hoping the lustful look from earlier had dissipated.

He noticed your eyes glued to him as you sipped your drink, making him blush under your gaze.

“What, am I really sunburnt? I kept asking Cam to let me know if I should reapply sunscreen.”

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands rested on your thighs as he slightly gripped at your skin.

“No, you’re just really hot. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you out there.”

Jamie was always shy when it came to compliments, never fully believing he was as handsome as you said. Or that he was even deserving to be able to call you his girlfriend. But that never stopped you from taking any opportunity to tell him every little thing you loved about him. Or to make him blush with your thoughts about him that plagued your mind.

“Oh really? You sure you’re not just feeling the heat of my sunburn radiating off my skin?”

Throwing your head back you rolled your eyes, “Not a chance. Seeing you out there shirtless, muscles on display, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to get my hands on you.”

“Is that so?”

His hands traced up your thighs, resting on your hips as his fingers slid past the fabric of your tank top. Tickling at your skin as he bit his lip, awaiting for you to continue telling him all about your thoughts.

“Mhm, been thinking about it all day.”

Jamie squeezed himself between your thighs, pulling your body closer to the edge of the counter as he smirked down at you. Enjoying the idea of you getting hot and bothered watching him outside earlier. Your hands now falling from his neck to his chest and abs, fingers tracing over the outlines of each muscle. He could see in your eyes that you were fighting the urge to show him exactly what you’d been thinking about. Considering you were at a lake house with a handful of other people, it wasn’t exactly a private place to take care of your desires.

“Well, sounds like we should go somewhere you can show me what exactly you’ve been thinking about.”

Your eyes went wide at the idea, Jamie never being the type to be so bold. Certainly not the type to do anything more than kiss you knowing friends were around.

“Jamie, everyone is in and out of the house. There’s no chance we do anything without someone noticing.”

A slight groan left his lips as looked over his shoulder towards the front door, the sounds of another beer die game getting underway telling him that no one would be missing the two of you.

“Guess you’ll just have to keep quiet then huh?”

His hands lifted you from the counter, pulling you into him as he headed for the stairs. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he carried you off to his room, his hands holding tight to the backs of your thighs.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my boyfriend?”

Your fingers tangled into his hair as you stole a kiss from him, Jamie laughing as he turned into the doorway of his bedroom.

“Oh, so I shouldn’t give my baby girl what she’s been wanting all day?”

He laid you down on the bed, you rested back on your forearms as your lustful eyes returned. Not having to undress him much as he stood in front of you only clothed by his shorts.

“Mmm, no, you definitely should. Because I want it bad.”

Jamie raised his eyebrows with a smirk as his hands slowly made their way up your legs, stopping at the waist of your jean shorts. Taking his time as he slowly took care of their button and zipper.

“Is that so?”

You bit your lip as you nodded your head, lifting your hips to help him discard of your shorts. Tossing them to the side as he joined you on the bed, hovering over you as he tucked your hair behind your ear. His hand resting on your cheek as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“Then let’s see how bad you’ve been thinking about this.”

His cocky smirk sending shivers up your spine as he laid down, switching positions as he pulled you on top of him.

Straddling his waist you leaned down to give some attention to Jamie’s neck in the form of kisses. The occasional love bite only to be quickly soothed with a lick of your tongue. Jamie moaned softly at the work you’d done on his neck, moving down to his chest, then his abs. Stopping at the waistband of his shorts, your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper. Trying to control you blush thinking about the fact you’d left the party Jamie was hosting to take care of the thoughts you’d been having about him.

“You know, it’s not nice to laugh when you’re at a man’s crotch.”

Jamie looked down at you, resting on his forearms as he waited for you to continue on.

“I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry.”

With a wink you pulled at the hem of his shorts, Jamie lifting his hips to help. Taking his semi-hard cock in your hand as you began to stroke him, you smirked at the groan that left his lips. The sound like music to your ears as you took him in your mouth, matching the rhythm of your hand to the bobbing of your head.

Jamie’s hands falling to grip your hair as he helped guide you, eventually holding you in place to deepthroat him.

“Fuck, I got you this hot and bothered just by being shirtless playing beer die?”

You chuckled as you pulled your mouth from him, “you always get me hot and bothered baby, no matter what you do.”

Jamie watched as you pulled your tank top over your head, his eyes falling to your breasts as his tongue swept over his bottom lip. Now his eyes were the ones filled with lust, hands roaming your curves as you lifted yourself off his waist, reaching to pull your thong to the side. Jamie reaching around to help guide his cock to your entrance, tracing your slit in the process to tease you.

A moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his teasing as you tried to lower yourself onto him. Jamie loved how eager you were to ride him, lining himself up so you could take all of him.

“Fuck.”

Both of you cursing in unison as you waited to adjust to him before continuing, Jamie’s hands gripping your waist to help guide you. But you took his hands, pinning them on either side of his head as your lips hovered above his.

“I’m supposed to be showing how bad I wanted this, remember?”

Pressing your lips to his you immediately darted your tongue out to push past his lips. Jamie gladly accepting, letting you deepen the kiss as you began grinding your hips against him. A moan coming from him as you found your rhythm, riding him slow. Jamie desperately trying to break his hands free from yours so he could help guide your hips.

“Something tells me you want this just as bad huh? Can’t let a girl have control?”

Jamie bucked his hips up against you in retaliation to your smart remarks, making you fall against his chest. Catching you off guard as his hands broke free from yours. Flipping you over so he was now on top of you, pinning your hands next to your head.

“Babe, as much as I’d love to let you have your way with me and take your time. I don’t trust those assholes to not burn my house down. So can we save the slow hands taking our time for once everyone is gone? I promise I will make it worth the wait.”

[itsjusthockey]

Flyers - Jamie Drysdale

I love him so much and I wish him all the success in the world

I’m also trying not to hate cutter gauthier

I hope you enjoy, I like this one

Request and talk to me, pls and thx

It’s late in the evening when the shrill ring of your phone cuts through the silence of your bedroom. You glance at the screen and see your boyfriend calling. It’s not a FaceTime, and it’s always a FaceTime, so you’re confused, and your heart skips a beat as you answer him.

“Hello?”

It’s silent on the other end, but you can hear him lightly breathing and shuffling around.

“Jame?”

Before he even utters a word, you feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. There is a reason he didn’t FaceTime, and there is a reason his usual warmth and cheer is replaced by a heavy silence. As the seconds tick by, you can sense his hesitation, and an unsettling sense unfolds in your stomach.

You hear him take a shaky inhale, hold it for a second, and then he breathes out.

“They traded me.”

His voice is raw, and it trembles with unusual vulnerability. In a single second, your heart shatters into a million pieces. Before you can even fully comprehend what he said, tears are pooling in your eyes, and your hand is clasping at your mouth.

“They what?” You ask.

“They just told me. I’m going to the flyers. They want me there tomorrow.”

Finally, the news settles in. Your boyfriend was traded. Jamie was fucking traded.

A million thoughts rush through your head. Jamie has to move. He has to leave Trevor. He has to pack up his entire life in a single night and fly across the country.

Silent tears are streaming down your face, and you realize you’ve stayed quiet for way too long. You also know you need to get a fucking grip. This isn’t about you, and you need to get your shit together because he needs you right now.

So, you take a deep breath and calm the fuck down.

“Are you okay?”

You hear him shuffling around again, probably packing up all his things. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and you patiently wait until he’s ready.

“I don’t know. It hasn’t really set in yet. Doesn’t feel real.”

A sharp pain thumps through your chest at his words. He continues.

“I’m trying not to feel anything, honestly. I’m trying not to think about everything I have here.” His voice breaks. “But it’s been my home, and I don’t want to leave.”

You finally hear him break, and you would pay any sum of money to be able to teleport to him now. It wrecks you that you can’t be there to hold him during this time. You can’t begin to imagine what he’s feeling. You know he’s thinking about everything that Anaheim has given him. You know he’s

recounting the countless memories made on and off the ice, the shared victories and losses, and the deep bonds formed with teammates.

“Jamie.” You start, then stop.

“Yeah?” He asks softly.

“This absolutely sucks, and I’m so so sorry.” You pause. “The ducks are the biggest idiots in the world, and they don’t deserve you.“

Jamie's breath catches on the other end; it’s a mixture of a chuckle and a sob escaping him. You smile a bit because your words seem to reach through the distance, a small lifeline in the whirlwind of emotions he’s currently facing. He takes a moment before responding.

“Thanks, babe. It means a lot to hear that right now.” He sighs again. “I just never expected this, you know? Everything’s changing so fast. I love it here, and it kills me that I won't be part of it anymore.”

You nod, even though he can't see it. It’s as if the very fabric of his life is unraveling, and you wish you could weave it back together. But all you can do is sit here and listen to him and try your best to be his anchor in the storm of uncertainty.

“I wish I were there with you, help you pack, give you a hug,” you say miserably.

“Me too. he admits, another sad sigh escaping him.

You sit there again for a couple of minutes, listening to him pack and offering your presence. You finally hear him close to the phone again, and he breaks the silence.

“I'm scared (Y/N). It’s a whole new team. I don't want to let anyone down, especially you,” he confesses.

You want to punch him. He knows better. Not once, ever, has Jamie let you down, and you sure as hell know that he never will.

“That's enough of that, Jame, you could never let me down. Nerves are normal, but I also know the player you are. You’ve got this, and I’ve got your back. Always.”

He lets out a quiet okay and quickly hangs up the phone. You’re confused for a brief moment before his FaceTime pops up. You answer in a heartbeat, and a wide smile takes over your features as you finally get to look at your boyfriend.

He looks tired, and his eyes are a bit red, but he has a soft smile, and you know that everything is going to be okay.

For the next couple of minutes, you talk it out. You discuss the logistics, the challenges that lie ahead, and the uncertainty of the future. You do your best to hype him up, and as the logistics conversation draws to a close, a somber calm settles over the two of you. You can finally sense a shift in his tone, a quiet acceptance mingled with some determination.

“We are gonna figure this out, won't we?” Jamie asks a trace of hope in his voice.

“Yes. Besides, I like the flyers. Way better than those losers in Anaheim,” you assure him.

Jamie chuckles a bit, and then a hilarious thought crosses your mind.

“Oh my god.” Panic laces your voice, and Jamie furrows his eyebrows.

“What?”

You start laughing, suddenly very happy.

“You’re gonna be with Gritty!”

You can’t help but roll over with laughter, knowing your shy-as-hell boyfriend is going to be on the team with the most infamous and chaotic mascot ever. You can’t even begin to explain how giddy this makes you, and Jamie lets out a small groan but begins laughing with you anyway.

After you settle down, wiping the new happy tears away, you smile a wide smile at him again.

“You know, I’m still on break. Maybe I should come down and be there for your first game?”

Just like that, your boyfriend is back, and the smile you’re so in love with takes over his features.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I can think of no better way to end my break than being with you.“ You beam at him. “Besides, I have to scope out the team. Let em know that they have a new hotshot player who has the hottest girlfriend ever.

He barks out another laugh at you, but you know he agrees one hundred percent with your statement.

“God, I love you,” he says, the words carrying the weight of the world.

“I love you too,” you respond, “This is honestly exciting, Jame. You have great things coming. I can feel it.”

[turcott3]

would you maybe be interested in writing a fic about having a threesome with Jamie and cam🤔🤔

(OFC I WOULD BE INTERESTED) (and here it is)

wicked games

jamie drysdale x fem! reader x cam york

warnings?: SMUT, alcohol, cursing, threesome, unprotected sex, oral m and f receiving, nasty and filthy basically

masterlist

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“have you seen the way you look at him?” your friend yells over the sound of the loud music.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, you know exactly who i really want.” you reply sternly, well, as sternly as you could for being hammered at stagecoach.

“be fucking serious with yourself y/n. look at them, do you see what cam can give you versus what jamie can give you?” she says. you couldn’t deny that she was half right in the fact of you wanting to yank cam’s pants down, even if it was in front of everyone. you’d craved his touch for the many months you’d known him, the thigh tat making you horny each time his shorts ride up a little bit, but you didn’t think he was capable of providing that safety you’d always longed for since you were a little girl begging god every night in your prayers to turn you into a princess and marry a handsome prince. that was something jamie could easily provide you. you’re snapped out of your thoughts as she shoves you lightly with a chuckle, sending you bumping into cam. your heart leaping in your chest with nerves.

“careful there babe.” he laughs, hands placed carefully on your waist to help you stay on your feet.

“woah sorry.” you say, placing light hands on his chest with a small laugh. a nervous laugh. you danced and sang with cam for longer than your sober self would allow, but you weren’t upset. you found yourself with your back to him, fighting the strong urge to grind your ass up against him, in hopes of making some physical advance.

“cam.” you whine, turning around, gripping on his shirt to get his full attention.

“what is it?” he asks dipping his head down to yours.

“i need a bathroom.” you say and he nods, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you through the swamp of people. when you arrive outside the porta potties, you turn to cam, a confused look spreading on his face.

“okay well, i don’t need the bathroom.”

“then what are we doing at a bathroom?” he scoffs, you waving him over to whisper in his ear.

“so you can bend me over behind one of these things and fuck me.”

“you naughty naughty girl.” he giggles, a tease lining his seductive tone.

“please cam.” you ask grabbing onto his hand, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. moments later, he’s tugging you behind him sneakily finding his way behind the structures without too many eyes on you.

“can we make this quick? this is technically fucking illegal.” he says, sounding like a smart ass but you nod in response. you turned around, pulling the short skirt of your dress over your plump ass, placing your hands on the plastic of the structure in front of you as your heard the quiet unzip of his denim shorts. it didn’t take long for him to get where he needed, his fingers pushing your thong to the side and sliding his dick right into you with ease, considering you’d been wet practically since your friend shoved you into him.

“fuck.” you moan quietly, praying there was no one in the stall you were pressed up against. his hands grabbed firmly onto your hips, pulling you onto him harshly, his cock stretching you out with ease.

“such a bad fucking girl huh?” he grunts out behind you as he wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling you back toward him.

“y-yes.” you reply as his thrusts quicken.

“you don’t want me.” he teases.

“i do cam, fuck, yes i do.”

“i know you do baby, but not like you want him. if you really wanted me, you wouldn’t let me fuck you behind a porta potty at a concert like a fucking drunk slut.” he teases further, his thrusts growing faster and deeper, your knees locking as an orgasm came crashing over you out of nowhere.

“cam oh my god.” you moan out loudly, your hands gripping onto the wrist that held your hair, your knuckles turning white, his thrusts continuing their quick pace.

“get on your knees.” he says pulling out of you quickly, which you of course don’t hesitate. you find yourself on your knees in front of him as he came on your tongue, leaving no mess to be cleaned. you pull your cum covered tongue back into your mouth and swallow it like it was frosting off a cinnamon roll.

he brought out a completely different side of you than the usual, chill personality you possessed, and you were scared that you just got addicted. you stood up off the ground, not even bothering to fix your panties, pulling your skirt back over your ass.

-

you found your way back to your group and stayed for the last few songs before deciding to beat the traffic and leave a little bit early.

“your knees?” your friend asks.

“oh um.” you start, looking down at the dirt and small cuts the dripped on your knees.

“i fell when cam was helping me back from the bathroom.” you lie, and frankly she believes you….. maybe.

“we’ll make sure you get those cleaned before you go to bed.” she says, you sat between her and jamie.

because who else would it be.

“i can help you out with them.” he smiles lightly.

“thank you jamie.” you reply, your language slurred as you finish your last drink, tossing it out the window and leaning your head on jamie’s shoulder, wrapping your arms around his.

“yeah you’re welcome.” he giggles, patting your thigh lightly.

you just lied to everyone. and now jamie is gonna help you clean the cuts you got from his best friend cumming straight onto your tongue, behind a porta potty about 50 feet away from him.

what the fuck.

you arrived back to the house and found yourself sat on the bathroom counter with jamie, knelt down cleaning your knees for you. you couldn’t help but realize the lack of coverage you had on your vagina considering you’d ignored the chance to pull your thong back over it after cam fucked you, and you couldn’t do it now. when jamie looked back down, you pulled your thighs together, covering your pussy from view. thankfully, he never bothered to look, which was something you admired about him.

he wasn’t looking for any reason to sexualize you like cam did. not that it bothered you when he did, you just loved the stark difference between the two, yet they were best friends.

“thank you jamie.” you say as he places the last small bandaid on your knee.

“of course. maybe i should be the one taking you to the bathroom next time, i wouldn’t have let you hit the ground.” he giggles as you open your arms to hug him, which he graciously accepts.

maybe he would’ve done it too, if it were him i took to the bathroom instead.

who are you kidding? he would never.

“alright, i’m gonna go try and rest, you should too.” he says, helping you down from the counter.

“i’ll see you in the morning.” you smile lightly at him as he bids you goodnight and sees himself out, disappearing to his room rather quickly.

“fuck me dude.” you groan squeezing your eyes shut. under no condition were you sleeping tonight. you couldn’t stop your mind from racing.

after hours of laying awake on your bed checking the time and playing your stupid games, it hit 6 am.

“fuck it.” you say sitting up, not a wink of sleep under your belt as you make your way downstairs, flopping down on the couch, flipping on the tv.

“oh look who’s up.” you hear from the front door, looking over to see the ginger that drove you mad.

“i couldn’t sleep.”

“no kidding, it’s fucking 6 am and you’re awake.” he scoffs.

“we have such a long day and i’m running off like five total minutes of sleep.” you complain.

“i mean you still have time.” he replies, flopping down on the couch next to you, setting his water bottle down on the coffee table.

“cam i really need to go to sleep.”

“well why can’t you?”

“i just need to shut my mind off. last night is keeping me up.”

“well maybe i can help you with that.” he replies, as if he’s not the reason you can’t fall asleep. his hand find its way onto your leg as he sits at your feet.

“cam i- it’s 6 in the morning.” you say.

“and? no one’s awake. just let me help you huh?” he nods and you groan, growing wet at his gaze all over again.

“cam.” you whisper as he readjusts his position, pulling you closer before tugging at the waistband of your shorts.

“i want to b-“

“but nothing babe. you just have to stay quiet for me.” he smirks, pulling your shorts off of you. famously, you go to bed commando, so it’s not like he had a lot of fabric to fight. he pushes your legs open and locks eyes with you as he kisses teasingly up your inner thigh. when he finally makes contact with your core you let out a breathy gasp, or maybe a sigh of relief.

“god, you taste so good y/n.” he says running his tongue along your clit, retracting briefly to spit out his nasty words that strung you along worse and worse. his tongue made contact once again, twirling and sucking your swollen bud in the best way. your hand gripped tightly on his red locks as he ran his tongue in circles around your clit, your soft moans fighting the urge to grow into loud yelps. you could practically see a galaxy in your eyes as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, his fingers gripping onto the outside of your thighs harshly. your hand slapped over your mouth as your long awaited orgasm finally came, washing ever ounce of pain out of your body, shakes rippling through your muscles.

“jesus fucking christ.” you sigh as he pulls away with an evil smirk on his face. he pulls your shorts back onto you before you sit up, grabbing his neck and pulling him to your lips, your tongue diving directly into his mouth, his large hand gripping your jaw from below.

“just had to have a taste for yourself huh?“ he says lowly as he pulls away.

“maybe i just wanted to kiss you.”

“well it doesn’t matter now because, i’m going to shower, so if you care to join you know where i’m at.” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before standing up and walking away like nothing happened.

“that cheeky fucker.” you say quietly, flopping back down on the couch. just minutes later you were passed out, finally.

“y/n.” you hear someone say above you as your eyes flutter open.

“woah, what time is it?” you groan.

“it’s 10. no one else is up yet but, i made you breakfast since you’re down here.” the mystery figure says before you’re able to get a good look.

jamie.

“breakfast? oh jam, you didn’t have to.” you frown, sitting up.

“well since you were down here i figured i should, here’s your plate.” he says, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you before taking a seat right next to you.

“well i appreciate the gesture, i couldn’t sleep so i came down here a few hours ago. must’ve crashed watching tv.” you giggled nervously, lying straight through your teeth once again.

“happens to the best of us.” he replies, leaning back on the couch with the plate in his hand. the two of you sat in comfortable silence watching the tv until you were both done.

“will you help me pick my outfit for today?” you ask sweetly, toying with the ends of his shorts.

“yeah of course.” he nods, setting his empty plate on yours before following you up the stairs. he shuts the door quietly behind you and sits on your bed, waiting for each outfit.

“what do we think?” you ask, on outfit number three at this point.

“yep. this is the one.” he nods, standing up off your bed and walking closer to you, standing almost flush against your back.

“are you sure?” you ask again, making eye contact with him in the mirror.

“yes, you look beautiful.” he says, you could tell he wanted to put his hands on you but was afraid you’d turn him away. boldly, you took matters into your own hands, grabbing both of his hands and placing them on your hips.

“y/n i-“

“i could tell you wanted to touch me somewhere, you were just scared.” you giggle, turning around in his grip.

“well um, i-“

“jamie it’s fine. i promise you i am more than okay with you putting your hands on me.” you smile, wrapping your arms over his shoulder.

“okay, i just wasn’t sure.” he blushes intensely, your hands locking in the back of his neck. hesitantly, he closes the gap between you, connecting your lips softly. only for a few moments were your lips planted on his before he pulled away.

“oh wow, i’m so sorry.” he giggles, stepping back.

“don’t apologize jam….. i loved it.” you smile, placing your hands in his cheeks, capturing him for one more short kiss.

“i’ll see you down stairs.” he says nervously, stepping out of your room as you giggle to yourself.

you’re fucked.

-

“no i’ve gotta take you back, you’re too drunk.” jamie says, practically holding you up.

“but i don’t wanna leave them, and im not that drunk.” you slur.

“i’m plastered and you’re making me look sober, i’m taking you back to the house.” he insists as he grabs onto your arm, tugging you out of the crowd, almost like you’d wish it were him last night.

god you wanted him. so badly.

the two of you safely made it back to your airbnb and he helped you to your room, placing you on your bed.

“i have a confession, maybe two.” you grit your teeth, grabbing onto his hand.

“okay?” he questions.

“i fucked cam behind a porta potty last night…..” you paused reading his expression.

“and then he ate me out on the couch this morning because it would quote, help me go to sleep.” you continue and he sighs, letting go of your hand.

“please don’t be upset jamie, i don’t have any emotional connection with him, not like i do with you.” you beg and he nods, seemingly understanding the situation, he turns to leave.

“jamie wait.” you say sitting up.

“what is it?” he replies turning back to you.

“stay jamie, please.” you beg, poking your bottom lip out.

“i figured you’d just wanna go to sleep.” he says scratching the back of his head, walking back toward your bed.

“no i want you to stay, i wanna….” you trailed off, stopping yourself.

“you wanna what?” he says sitting down on your bed. without a response you climb into his lap, reconnecting your lips again, his hands finding their way to your ass as he deepened the kiss. you may have been drunk but you knew this was exactly what you wanted. what you’d been longing for.

you pulled away after a few moments, shoving him to his back as you climbed over him, reconnecting your lips again, palming at the ever growing bulge in his pants, small whimpers leaving his mouth between kisses.

“y/n.” he says sitting up with you, scooting back against the headboard. quickly, the both of you discarded your clothes. sex was on both of your minds now.

“finally get me a taste of you.” you say lowly as you take his hard cock into your hand, pumping him slowly.

“fuck.” he groans as your lips make contact with his sensitive tip, the taste of his salty precum covering your tongue as you took almost all of him into your mouth. he was too big without the assistance of your hand, firmly holding him from the base. you pulled him out of your mouth with a loud pop before climbing over him, straddling his hips with yours. anxiously, you sink onto him. the sensation of his cock hitting the sweet spot deep inside you was everything you’d imagined and more. he filled you all the way up, zero room for more.

“fuck.” you whine out as his hands found their way back to your ass as you bounced up and down on him at a quick pace. jamie brought your lips together once again to silence your moans as you rolled your hips back and forth.

“god you’re so hot riding me like this.” he grunts, his hands gripping more harshly on your ass.

“you don’t even know how long i’ve been wanting to get you like this.” you say in a breathy voice, reaching closer to your climax, taking his face into your hands and locking eyes with him.

“fuck i’m coming.” you whine as an orgasm shreds your muscles, finding yourself flush against his chest as he pumps you full of his milky climax, something you hadn’t let cam do.

“hey yall wanna go to- oh.” you hear a voice open the door, but not shutting it. you turn your head as sharply as you could to see cam standing in the doorway. something in your was telling you to make him leave, but you couldn’t.

“come in here.” you say sitting up, as he hesitantly shuts the door and locks it behind him.

“uhm, okay.” he says walking slowly over to the bed as you beckon him over.

“take off your clothes.” you insist and of course he does so. after all, when it came to you, he’d do anything. you peel yourself off of jamie’s chest, telling him not to move as you shifted to the end of the bed and sat on your knees, waving him over.

“just like yesterday.” you whisper to him as you take his already hardening cock into your hand, spitting on it aggressively as you worked the saliva into his skin.

“jesus christ.” he groans run in his hands over his face.

“what? you know you love it when i’m on my knees for you.” you reply as he shuts his eyes throwing his head back, taking him into your mouth, your tongue focusing on his sensitive head.

“god.” he scoffs before you pull out, turning around back to jamie and positioning yourself on all fours.

“don’t worry jamie baby, i’m didn’t forget about you, just had to make sure he was ready.” you say, taking his cum covered cock back into your hand as cam grasped onto your hips, pulling you onto him with a moan.

“now you can watch what you do to me huh?” you say making eye contact with him before running your tongue up his length. sucking him clean of the mess he’d made. jamie takes your hair into his hands so he can see your face as you take him with cam thrusting harshly into you, your moans vibrating his cock.

“god you’re so fucking hot.” cam says slapping your ass suddenly, a yelp leaving your mouth.

“such a good girl.” jamie says lowly as he takes your cheek into his hand, your face frozen in an O shape as cam thrusted into you so deeply you could hardly form a conscious thought. jamie’s other hand guiding your hand up and down his cock, pumping him firmly and tightly.

“oh my god.” you moan out, somehow mustering up words to say.

“speak up baby.” cam says from behind you.

“fuck.” you yelp out louder as he brought you closer and closer to your next orgasm.

“atta girl.” he replies, you could hear the same devilish smirk in his voice as your muscles began to shake intensely as your orgasm came back in a bigger wave. cam knew better than to finish inside you but he couldn’t help but notice that jamie had, stinging his feelings slightly, but he knew that you wanted jamie in a real way, it could never be him. quickly, he pulls out of you and spurts his seed directly onto your ass.

you felt jamie’s hips begin to stutter and his cock twitch in your hand. you gasped as jamie reached his climax too, all of it hitting you on the lips and on your chin. you found yourself now laid flat on the mattress recovering from the fucking you’d just received, scraping jamie’s cum off your face and sucking it off your fingers, cam using a tissue to clean your ass of his mess.

“i can’t believe we just did that.” you sigh out, jamie running a soft hand up and down your back, shooing cam out of the room as you smiled at him one last time. carefully, jamie pulls you onto his chest, continuing his soothing motions against your back.

“you did so good y/n. so so beautiful.” he mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss to thre top of your head.

“jamie i wanna be with you.”

“i know.” you sighs as you sit up.

“but i know we can’t. i’m not ready yet.” you reply with a frown.

“i’m not really either but, you know i’ll be here waiting whenever we are ready.” he smiles, brushing hair out of your face.

“yeah.” you smile lightly, bringing his lips to yours again.

“i’d say friends with benefits might help us figure it out?” you suggest.

“whatever you want my love.” he replies, his hands placed delicately on your waist.

“i think this means i have to talk to cam in the morning.” you giggle.

“yes it does, i don’t want him fucking on my girl anymore.” you giggles jokingly, your heart tugging at the idea of being his girl.

the next morning you found yourself alone on the couch, waiting for cam to return from his run, which of course like clockwork he did.

“hey y/n.” he says, tossing his rag on the ground next to his shoes.

“we need to talk.” you say and he nods, waking over to you.

“we can’t….. see each other anymore. i’m not saying what we’ve done is a mistake and i’m not saying last night wasn’t fucking amazing but, i really wanna try to peruse something with jamie. i’m sorry.” you explain to him.

“y/n, it’s okay. i already knew.” he replies with a chuckle.

“okay, i’m sorry again. i really enjoyed what we had together though, please know that.”

“i do, and me too. but if you need me, you know where my door is.” he winks, jogging up the steps as you sat in awe.

you’d never been so confused by a man, but luckily he’s not yours. he was just another body under the belt, no strings, no feelings…. or at least no real feelings. not for him, so you think.

what you and jamie had was real. you could feel his affections for you through all his actions, and you’d never do anything to lose that.

maybe…

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Fruitcake

Heyo ik I'm not done with short n' sweet but while we wait for that to be done... I decided to do a holiday special!

Just six songs off the fruitcake ep, so I decided that Quinn(you guys seem to like him a lot) gets an extra imagine as my gift for the holidays to you!

a nonsense christmas - quinn hughes

buy me presents - nico hischier

santa doesn't know you like i do - luke hughes

cindy lou who - jamie drysdale

is it new years yet? - ethan edwards

white xmas - quinn hughes

I lied, I have an even more special gift, couldn't help myself!

Holidays(Conan Gray) - hughes brothers

I hope you guys enjoy these as we're coming near the end of the short n' sweet imagines(that are coming I swear!)

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Most Gorgeous | J. Drysdale

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x gn!reader

summary: When feeling insecure, Jamie is there to help.

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none?

requested: yes

not my gif!

“You almost ready?” Jamie’s voice came from downstair, calling you for dinner with his team. Your body stood in front of the mirror, one Jamie had ensured lived in his room after you admitted how much you liked it once.

Tears threatened to cover your cheeks, the reflection staring back at you as you choked back a sob. Hands reaching up to wipe the tears away before answering Jamie, clearing your throat to ensure he wouldn’t hear your emotion.

“Yeah Jam, I’ll be down in a minute.” The last word cracking, your hands moving to cover your mouth, willing that he’d simply ignore it.

That was never the case. Jamie would always do everything in his power to ensure you were okay, he was always observant listening to your voice crack as you answered, listening to the shift of the floorboards are your arms moved.

His body moved faster than his mind, leading him back up the stairs, opening to door to his room without second thought. The image of your staring in the mirror, tears soaking your waterline as you covered your mouth met him. His eyes softening at the sight, his arms opening quickly as he approached your frame, wrapping them around you.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

“Why me?” Your voice was quiet, barely audible but he heard.

Cocking his head in confusion, his eyes meeting yours through the mirror.

“What are you talking about? Why you? Baby, because your the most gorgeous human I’ve ever met and beyond looks you are so fucking perfect.”

“But I’m not! Jamie, look at me.” The tears that had clouded your eyes fell, covering your cheeks in soft streaks.

“I am looking at you,” His hand shifted on your body, holding your waist to keep your body pressed against his while he held eye contact through the mirror. “You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen and this outfit looks so fucking amazing on your baby, if you saw what I do you’d agree and even if you weren’t the hottest person to ever exist,”

His words bring a stubble smile to your face as he spoke.

“You are such an amazing person, baby your so kind and just fucking perfect I wish you’d see it too.” His words grew softer, his grip tightening. “Do you believe me?”

“I believe you Jamie.”

“Good because I need you to believe me when I say you are always gorgeous weather your wearing this or my sweats and a hoodie.” His hands shifted again, spinning your body to face him before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I believe you Jam.” He grinned the at words, pressing one more kiss to your lips before speaking once more.

“What do you think, we tell everyone I got sick and order takeout and stay in bed all night?” He grinned, waiting for you to nod before picking your body up and placing you on the bed.

“I’ll go send the message and order food, you pick a movie.” He spoke, running out of the room after in search of his phone while you smiled.

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Nothing - J. Drysdale

Songs masterlist

song: Nothing - Zara Larsson

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x girlfriend!reader

summary: Jamie and his girlfriend are having problems with communication after his trade to Philadelphia

warning: none i think??

words: 1.5k

note: i thought i needed a longer hiatus after heartbreak i survived but i missed writing so we're back in business haha

also, i changed songs so yeah, enjoy it and let me know what you think!

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She and Jamie had been dating since august 2023. She was in her last year in UCLA and he was playing for Anaheim Ducks. He was well spoken and caring, she found him cute. Jamie never thought they could be a couple. In his mind, she was way out of his league. They’ve been hanging out a lot during his free time. She tried to attempt his every home game. 

Jamie was shy. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship so he kept his feelings to himself. She was tired of waiting for him to make a move, and decided to take it into her hands. After one movie night they had, she kissed him. He froze in place but after a couple of seconds, kissed her back. This moment ended their friendship but started a relationship. 

When Jamie was traded to Philadelphia, she wanted to transfer to university in Pennsylvania but he stopped her. He knew it’s pointless. It was her final year and he believed that they could work long distance for half of a year. They made a deal that she will move to him during the summer and search for a job down there. It was easier to say than to do. 

Tell me you’re fine, yeah give me a smile

But I know that something is going on

January went without any problems. Jamie called her at every occasion. Plenty of times, she was leaving her lectures just to answer his phone call. They spent hours each day texting. Although, she knew something was wrong with him. During their late night facetime calls, she could see that his face is not as cheerful as always. He was smiling but she had the intuition that it’s fake smile.

When she tried to ask him about it, Jamie was saying that everything is fine. He was covering his yearning by saying that he’s just tired. She wanted to believe in his words but she felt that something was happening in his life. The one thing that she hated in him was acting like everything was fine when he was in pain. 

She decided to play along with his game. She trusted him and didn’t want to argue over this. It hurted her that Jamie is not speaking with her about his feelings but she also knew that’s normal for him. When he will be ready to talk, he will. At least she believed in that.

And that’s how it starts

Yeah, I know you well

When Jamie picked an injury in february, he started to isolate himself from her. He missed her like crazy but he knew she had more important things than taking care of him and his feelings. She was always telling him that his problems are also her problems but he felt too embarrassed to share his thoughts with her. 

She knew something really bad was happening with their relationship. She learned about his injury from his mother. Jamie hasn't even said this to her by himself. When she confronted him, he just made an excuse. She tried so hard to push him to talk to her but he was telling her it’s nothing and she’s searching for a problem when everything’s fine. 

When you say it’s nothing 

It’s never nothing

Jamie for the whole month of february was trying to convince her that nothing is happening. At the same time, he was pushing her away. He didn’t want a pity party. He was a grown man and he knew he could handle long distance and injury by himself. Although, it was a lie. He needed her.

Jamie believed he’s doing the right thing. He knew that the minute he told her that he’s not fine, she’s going to drop everything to be with him in Philadelphia. He didn’t want her to sacrifice her graduation because he missed her. That was the last thing he wanted to do. 

When Jamie was acting this way, she started to question their relationship. She felt that she’s the problem and that’s why he doesn’t want to speak with her about how he’s doing. She missed his calls and memes he was sending to her. She was certain that she spent more time on talking with his mother than with him. Jamie’s mom became a line of communication in between them. 

Try to be patient, giving you space, but

Seems like your mind’s halfway out the door

When march started, she changed her tactic. She decided to give him space. Last month, she was the one trying to keep their relationship going but without him, she couldn't do much. She stopped calling him and texting him. It was tough for her to just act like Jamie is not part of her life but she believed it was the right call.

Jamie thought differently. He felt that she’s done with him and stopped contacting him because she wants to break up. He didn’t react. He felt like it’s for the best. He always knew that she deserved better than him. He was just a shy guy playing hockey when she was an outspoken girl with a bright future in her industry. 

His mind was going in the direction of breaking up. Jamie didn’t want to end things. He loved her deeply but he also didn’t want her to drop her whole life in California. That’s where she was born, where she grew up and that’s where her future is. He didn’t want to ruin her dreams because he was traded and missed her. He felt guilty for not being honest with her, he wanted to tell her everything but his own mind was stopping him from that. 

I wish you could tell me

What you’re thinking

What you’re going through now

Jamie came back on the ice in April. Still haven’t contacted her and he didn't know that she’s in touch with his mother and knows everything. They haven’t ended things in between each other. She believed they could rescue this relationship. His mother advised her to confront him. Push him to the wall so he would speak.

She followed this advice. When she knew Jamie had free time, she called him. To her surprise, he picked up after the first ring. Before he could even say hello, she started to ask him questions. He was taken aback by her outburst. He tried to make excuses just to not admit her the truth.

She started crying when Jamie wasn’t honest with her. She told him how she felt in the past months. How she was mourning over their relationship, how she had to ask his mother for any updates in his life and how she couldn’t focus on anything else than thinking about what went wrong with them. She asked him if she’s the problem but he hasn’t answered. 

Jamie froze when he heard how she was feeling. He realized that he hurted her more by closing up on her than telling her truth. He felt bad, really bad and didn’t even know what to say to her. After a minute of silence, she hung up. She wanted to give up on them but couldn’t. 

If you still care, want me there

Please, say something

She knew from his mother that Jamie is staying in Philadelphia for the whole summer. After graduation, she decided to pay him a visit to talk and sort things out in between them. When she landed, she started to question this decision but it was now or never. Before she knocked on his door, she stood in front of them for a couple minutes. 

Jamie opened the door, surprised to see her. When he saw her, he almost cried. She had dark circles under her eyes and was skinnier than he remembered her. He felt that it’s all his fault. He immediately pulled her to a hug. She wanted to push him away but couldn’t. The smell of cologne was something that calmed her. 

Jamie invited her into the apartment and gave her a bottle of water. She took a sip and started talking to him. She explained to him how her situation looks from her perspective. He took a deep breath when she was done. Now it was his turn to talk but he felt embarrassed. He knew this situation was his fault.

When Jamie hadn't spoken, she said that he could at least have the bravery to break up with her instead of putting her through this hell. This was a final straw. He knew he had to react. As much as he wanted her to fulfill in California where her whole life is, he wanted to have her by his side. Finally told her what he had been dealing with for the last six months. 

After she heard his monologue, she cried. Jamie instantly pulled her into a hug and he also broke down. Past half of a year was a challenge for them but their love was stronger than this. She dropped her life in California and moved to Philadelphia. Jamie promised her to be more open about his feelings. It was a long process but they promised to make things work this time. It was a fresh start for them.

[mrpldiddles]

wherever you go, i go | j.drysdale

a/n: i originally started this like a day after the trade was announced but i ended up forgetting about it for a bit and i’m now finishing it at 4:34am months after the trade😀 this one’s very angsty/sad so prepare yourself but here it finally is :)

pairing: reader x jamie drysdale

summary: jamie unexpectedly comes home after hearing about the decision to trade him. this is tied to this ig edit i posted months ago if you want to check that out first :)

warnings: sad jamie, angst, trevjamie divorce

Whenever Jamie was away you took to cleaning the apartment to help distract yourself from your boyfriend's absence. Whether it had been your old apartment or the new one that you and Jamie had moved into together, keeping a clean house helped keep the loneliness at bay. You had just been wiping down the kitchen counters when there was a knock at the door, pulling you from the trance you had found yourself in. You rushed to pause the music blasting from your phone on the kitchen table before hurrying to the front door with your dog, Maisie, right at your feet.

You swung the door open to find Jamie standing on the other side of the threshold. Surprise took over you as he had left for Nashville with the rest of the team only mere hours ago.

"Jamie? What are you doing here?" The dark haired guy only lifted his head slightly to look at you through his long lashes. His eyes were rimmed red and shining with unshed tears. Your heart squeezed at the sight of him, ushering him inside. You had barely closed the door and turned back around to face him when he enveloped you in his arms. His head was quickly buried in your neck, his nose nuzzling into the warmth of your hoodie. Your arms automatically wrapped around his back, one rubbing up and down his back, soothing the shaky breaths that left him. His arms hugged your waist, your sweater clenched tightly in his fists at the small of your back.

"I got traded."

You weren't even sure you heard him properly. You swear your heart skipped a beat at what he had said. Your hands stuttered in their movement over his back.

"What?"

"I got traded. To the Flyers," his voice shook as he buried his head impossibly further into the space between your neck and shoulder. This time you heard him loud and clear. Your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers clenched around the fabric of his sweater. You held each other in your arms, the both of you using the other to stay standing, keeping you from crumbling to the floor.

You stayed that way, swaying slightly as the weight of the situation bore down on your shoulders, the weight of the sky attempting to crush you into the earth below. Time ticked by, seeming to move at a snail’s pace in yours and Jamie’s bubble while the rest of the world rushed ahead.

Eventually one of you pulled apart enough to see the other’s face. Jamie’s eyes were rimmed red and shiny with fallen and brewing tears. You were sure that your own looked more than similar. Jamie swiped at his eyes, sniffling, as you brushed your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. The way he looked at you then, utterly helpless and defence less, had you wishing the ground would open up and swallow his hurt whole.

"I gotta start packing," he uttered, his voice rough and barely above a whisper. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before sweeping away into your guys’ shared bedroom. You took a steadying breath, wiping away your own freely fallen tears, and followed after him.

You almost knocked right into his back as you entered the room, him standing just inside the doorway. You looked up at him, his face hidden from your view but directed at the rest of the room before him.

"Jamie?" you asked, your voice rougher than you expected. You thought he hadn’t heard you, receiving no answer to your indication that you were behind him.

"We don’t have any boxes." Your brows furrowed at his comment as he continued to simply stare forward.

"No, we don’t.” You went along with his comment, unsure of what else to say, not wanting to seem insensitive to the situation despite its effect on you as well.

"We need boxes to move."

"We can go pick some up."

"We don’t have boxes because we never thought we’d have to move again." Your heart seemed to drop for a second time as Jamie’s barely heard words washed over you. You watched as he stepped forward slowly, as if an unsure footstep would cause a catastrophe. He found the foot of your shared bed, bending down to sit on the floor, leaning his back against the frame and mattress. He sat cross legged, looking around the room, seeming to take in every minuscule detail.

You followed him once again, taking a seat beside him on the floor, your knees and elbows brushing. You leaned toward him, resting your head on his shoulder. You both sat in silence for another unknown amount of time. Until you heard the familiar clacking sound of nails against the floor and the jingle of dog tags.

Maisie, entered the room, automatically going to Jamie whose hands automatically went behind her ears to scratch. You smiled softly as you watched the two of them, the boy you’d been in love with for years and your shared pup, who was practically your guys’ first child.

"We brought Maisie home to this place." Jamie said, his voice easing into a level above a whisper. You nodded your head which still rested against his shoulder.

"We can make a new home, right?" You nodded again, a sad smile on your lips. You felt his head turn in your direction, your eyes still focused on Maisie whose face was between Jamie’s palms. "That is to assume that you’re coming with me.”

You looked up at him then, aware of the tears that were threatening to break free of your waterline. His own eyes were shiny and flittering all over your face.

"Wherever you go, I go."

He smiled then, tight-lipped and soft, but his first smile since he’d left what felt like a lifetime ago.

"We’ll figure it out," he uttered, quietly yet sure.

"We’ll figure it out." Your smiles both grew as you swore that your heart swelled at the love you felt for the boy beside you.

Maisie pushed her way out of Jamie’s hands and made herself comfortable curled up in Jamie’s lap with her head resting on your knee.

Jamie pressed a lingering kiss to your temple as you both took in the room and the life that you had built together, the thought of your next adventure together pushed to the back of your minds for now.

yourusername posted:

yourusername: from a couple of kids navigating a new city, to raising a dog together and now to starting over again together. thank you to anaheim, the ducks, and of course, the fans for making us feel so welcome these past few years and for watching us grow into (somewhat) responsible adults. to z, thanks for taking care of him for so long, i’ll take it from here. keep taking care of mason for us tho. to jamie: i love you and am so proud of you. wherever you go, i go❤️ philly, here we come :)

comments

user1: who’s cutting onions😭😭

user2: mom and dad duck are leaving🤧🤧

user3: pass the tissues😭

jamie.drysdale:❤️❤️

jamie.drysdale: me and maisie love you so much

trevorzegras: who’s gonna make me pizza pops now😭😭😭

-> yourusername: is this what it’s like when your child moves away for college🤧

-> user1: how did trevor survive on his own before jamie and y/n adopted him😭😭

-> user3: this is worse than when the author kills off half of your otp😭😭😭

jamie.drysdale posted:

jamie.drysdale: thank you anaheim for helping me grow as not only a player but a person as well. gonna cherish all the memories i’ve made here and all the people i’ve met who have changed my life- you know who you are. @yourusername couldn’t be doing this without you, let’s go make some more memories❤️ let’s go flyers!

comments

user1: the picture of him and trevor😭😭

user3: I CAN’T TAKE THIS😭😭

trevorzegras: see ya during summer break kiddo☀️

-> user2: haha why am i sobbing

-> user7: it’s gonna be so weird seeing them play against each other next season😖😖

yourusername: love you so much❤️

user4: this is too much for me to handle

user5: the nhl can’t keep getting away with this

user6: JAMIE COME BACK THEY CANT MAKE YOU LEAVE

-> user8: TURN AWAY FROM THE LIGHT JAMIE

user4: at least he’s going to a team that might actually have a chance at making playoffs????

-> user6: now is not the time for optimism

trevorzegras posted:

trevorzegras: gonna miss this guy, always being the third wheel and seeing my dog-goddaughter everyday💔 y/n, keep taking care of him and nutter butter for me🫡 best of luck in philly, jimmy, i know you’ll be great. can’t wait to verse ya next season🤝

comments

user1: DID THEY REALLY ALL HAVE TO POST ONE AFTER THE OTHER😭😭

user2: I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

user4: the nhl just broke up a family😭😭

yourusername: i’ll put him in direct sunlight and water him everyday🫡

-> user3: THE MAISIE POST REFERENCE PLEASE😩😭😭

-> user1: AND NUTTER BUTTER STOOOOPPPP😭😭

-> trevorzegras: idk how sunny it is in philadelphia but make sure he wears his sunscreen🙏🏻

yourusername: maisie’s gonna miss her uncle nutter butter🥲 and ig i’ll miss you too🫶

-> trevorzegras: you’ll survive but idk if i will without my besties keeping me alive

-> user2: trevor calling y/n his bestie oh my god😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> user4: gary bettman you will pay for this

masonmctavish23: 🏒🏒🏒

-> trevorzegras: 🏒🏒🏒

-> jamie.drysdale: 🏒🏒🏒

-> user5: mason just lost his parents and his weird uncle wtf man

-> user3: why are hockey stick emojis making me violently sob

-> yourusername: you and me both🥲

[swissboyhisch]

Something In The Orange

A/N: I probably missed some editing stuff. Grammar isn't my strong suit.

Pairing: Carter Hart x Reader

Summary: Based on "Something in the Orange" by Zach Bryan

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: Sad! I cried while writing this. Death.

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It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, babyThese things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazyBut when you place your head between my collar and jawI don't know much but there's no weight at all

Carter had you wrapped in his arms as the pair of you sways to the non existent music. It was something that had become so normal in the last two years of your relationship. Late night dances in the living room after the game to decompress. Stress from both the game and your work flying away. Leaving you in bliss.

No words shared between. Swaying together, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. Carter’s arms tighten around your body in response. Nothing felt more like home than being in your boyfriend’s arms. Back and forth. Gentle forehead kisses. Just the two of them together.

Right here, right now. Neither of you had any worries. You two vs world. It’s how the pair of you felt whenever you danced in each other’s arms. Carter was the love of your life and he yours. Nothing could pull you two away from each other. 

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't'Cause if I say I miss you I know that you won'tBut I miss you in the mornings when I see the sunSomething in the orange tells me we're not done

You had shifted to sit in the window seat of your room. Joining Carter in looking out the window. Despite all the wires connecting to your body, you were content with being in his arms. It had been awhile since you had a moment to yourselves. 

It was early in the morning. So early in fact that the sun was yet to rise above the skyline. One by one the stars started to disappear as the sky lightened to a brilliant golden orange. You relaxed a little more when feeling the sun’s rays bathing the two of you in the window. 

“It’s beautiful.”

Carter glanced down at you, noting the weary look on your face. He knew it wasn’t long now. He took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. Pulling you in as close as possible. “Not as beautiful as you, darling.”

“I love you,” You whisper.

“I love you too. So much.”

“It reminds me of your jersey,” You noted as the sky was all orange.

He just chuckled at your words. Making sure to listen to your voice. “You hate our jersey.”

“I may hate the jersey but I like the colour.”

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Carter sat on the porch of your shared house. Watching as the skies turn from blue to orange once more. Despite the house being so full of the people that loved him, he never had felt so alone. Some of his teammates and family were inside the house he shares with you. Well… did share with you. 

Just this morning, you were in his arms watching the very same sun rise above Philadelphia. Still alive and breathing. Reminding him of how much you love him and how proud of him you were. 

Carter just wanted the pain to end as he watched the orange turn to navy blue. The stars alight once more across the sky. No more sunrises or sunsets he’d experience with you by his side. He wouldn’t be coming home to you wearing his jersey and waiting for the late night dance you both shared. No more you.

The sun disappearing once more below the horizon signaled the end of the last day he’d ever have with you by his side.

I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all nightThere's orange dancing in your eyes from bulb lightYour voice only trembles when you try to speakTake me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak

You were waiting for Carter to come home after his win at home, dressed in his jersey and a pair of leggings. Nothing special but you knew it was his favourite look. Seeing his last name on your back was one thing he treasured. Neither of you admitted it but you knew that you’d never have the same last name. 

“I’m home,” You heard Carter call from the entrance hall. He was greeted with the sight of you still sitting on the couch, his jersey looking a little baggier than normal on your body. The trash can beside where you sat told him it had been a rough afternoon. He crouched down and pulled you in gently for a kiss. “Hello sweetheart.”

Without missing a beat, Carter pulled you up from the couch and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and his around your waist. No music like normal, you two swayed alone in the lounge room. Your head rested on his chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. The steady heartbeat of your boyfriend always calmed down your racing thoughts.

“I love you.”

His words made you tear up. Trying so hard to keep the tears at bay you let out some shaky words. “Please don’t.”

“I will,” Carter assured, “I will until my last breath.”

“As will I.”

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Since the start of the new season, Carter tries not to miss a sunset, especially before a game. If he can help it he will sit and watch as the sky turns orange once more. It took him back to those last moments as you watched the sky turn orange together in each other’s arms. It felt like you were with him once more. 

Before such a game like tonight, he wished that you were there. In the stands screaming his name as you wore his jersey that bore both his and your last name. It was only right. If only it had happened that way. 

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Whenever Carter pictured lifting the stanley cup, he never thought about you not being by his side. You were always there. Until you weren’t. Now everything felt numb despite having a shutout in game 7 of the stanley cup final.

Carter doesn’t remember much. More like it was all a blur. From holding the cup to the afterparty with everyone at Travis’ place. Most had passed out around the place by now but Carter found a spot on the deck. He settled in one of the many seats. Eyes to the sky. Dark sky turned orange once more. Orange like his jersey that he wore last night. The sight made him feel something that he hadn’t for a long time. Peace. It washed over his body like the sunlight. 

The young goalie glanced down at his hand, the gold ring glistening in the morning light. Memories of the small ceremony that took place in the bland hospital room flitted through his head. You looked beautiful in the simple white dress despite your frail body. Even though Carter didn’t care, you insisted on wearing a white dress. Both yours and his parents were present. A small intimate ceremony to share your love. Mrs. Hart, something you absolutely adored hearing from him.

The sun faded from orange to light blue. As he shared one last smile with himself before kissing his wedding band and going to find somewhere to crash before round 2 of celebrations. 

“I’ll love you until my last breath.”

If you leave today, I'll just stare at the way The orange touches all things around The grass, trees and dew, how I just hate you Please turn those headlights around Please turn those headlights around

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[ilyasorokinn]

can you write the prompt “they’re good for each other” for wade allison pls ?

CUPID'S PROTEGEES

2. "they're good for each other." (from this prompt list, fluff)

morgan and joel were standing off the side, watching wade spin you around exaggeratedly on the dance floor. it was clear the only reason he was turning you was to make you laugh because the music playing wasn't nearly as funny as the smile on your face and didn't call for spinning.

"we did good, didn't we? they're good for each other." morgan nudged joel.

"good? we did great. they're perfect for each other!"

you were friends with morgan and joel before you knew wade. they had been the ones to introduce you and wade to each other after realizing how perfect you were for each other.

"they are perfect."

you and wade watched joel and morgan talking to each other and occasionally glancing up at you, "what do you think they're talking about?" you asked.

"who cares?" wade spun you away from them so you couldn't look at them.

"probably us." you ignored him, "they think they're cupid's protegees or something."

"do they?"

"whenever we get brunch, it's all they talk about. how perfect we are together and everything."

"okay, going to ignore the fact that you get brunch with them but not with me, and agree with them. we are perfect," he stated.

you rolled your eyes, "you never wake up in time for brunch which is why i never go with you."

"rude! i'm awake earlier than you are on most days."

"whatever. if you wanted to go to brunch with us, all you had to do was ask." you swayed in silence, your head on his chest and his on top of yours.

"i meant it, we're perfect. "

"we are, aren't we?" you looked up at him and smiled.

from the sidelines, morgan and joel smiled and fist bumped each other.

taylor's 2.5k celly!

[nhlclover]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 | 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄

summary: nearing the end of your pregnancy, you and jamie are stuck with the difficult decision of choosing a name

warnings: pregnant!reader, talks of accidental pregnancy + out of wedlock pregancy (idk if that needs to be warned but wtvr), one curse word

word count: 1.44k

Jamie shoved his keys into the lock, pushed open the door and stepped into the quiet home, a welcome change from the raucous rink he’d just left. Jamie called out your name but was met with silence. The house was unusually quiet, an almost serene atmosphere that made him curious. He dropped his bag at the door, the soft thud of it hitting the floor echoing slightly in the stillness. He ventured further into your home, glancing into the bedroom and kitchen, finding them both empty. Entering the living room, he finally spotted you on the couch, fast asleep.

Your swollen belly rose and fell gently with each breath, a book propped open on your stomach. Jamie took a moment to appreciate the scene, the soft afternoon light casting a warm glow over you. The sight of you resting so serenely, nurturing the life within you, brought a smile to his face. He felt a wave of affection and protectiveness wash over him, stronger than ever before.

Your falling pregnant had initially been an accident. Neither of you had planned for it and the news had come as a surprise. After consecutive mornings filled with nausea and random cravings for pickles, you brought up the prospect of potentially being pregnant to Jamie. He went out and bought pregnancy tests, with you taking them later that evening. Jamie remembered when the positive sign appeared on all four tests, your hands trembling with tears spilling down your cheeks — a mix of shock, fear, and an underlying sense of joy.

Jamie took you into his arms, whispering reassurances even as his own mind raced with thoughts of your future. The initial shock soon gave way to overwhelming excitement. Jamie had been on the fence about potential parentage, but the sudden reality of it had him more excited than ever.

You were now eight months pregnant, your lives slowly changing and adjusting to the impending rhythm of parenthood. Jamie watched with admiration as you embraced all aspects of the journey head-on, the good and the bad. Your resilience shone through even during the difficult days, which often included waking up with severe nausea and constantly feeling sore all over. Jamie also marveled at the way your body transformed, the pregnancy glow becoming a very real thing for you.

The house gradually filled with preparations for the baby, whom you’d come to learn was a girl. Gifts had come from those in your lives such as your families as well as Jamie’s teammates who had been nothing but supportive in your journey to parenthood. There was a crib in the corner of your bedroom, tiny clothes folded neatly in drawers, soft toys waiting to be loved.

In quiet moments like these, when he found you resting, he hoped to extend the peace for as long as possible. He knew that the stark reality of parenting would inevitably bring many late nights and hours filled with crying. These brief time-outs from life were precious, a refuge from the relentless demands that awaited. He wished to shield you from the exhaustion and overwhelm that he knew would plague you. Your due date was set right in the middle of the season, the both of you realizing that the first four months of responsibility would fall on your shoulders.

Jamie slowly and quietly approached you, reading the front cover of your book. 100,000+ Baby Names. Jamie chuckled softly as he bookmarked your page and placed it on the coffee table. The name of your daughter was something that you had been discussing since you found out about your pregnancy. You’d each thrown out a couple of names, but nothing seemed right.

Jamie moved to kick off his shoes but accidentally bumped into the empty laundry basket on the side table, sending it careening to the floor.

“Fuck.” Jamie said under his breath.

He glanced at you on the couch, hoping that the sudden noise had miraculously not woken you up, however, you stirred awake, blinking your eyes open and adjusting to the sunlight that flowed through the open windows. You spotted Jamie across from you, offering him a sleepy smile.

“Hey you,” you whispered, stretching your arms above your head and sitting up.

"Hey yourself," Jamie replied, coming to your side and kissing your forehead softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

“It’s okay, I wasn’t really sleeping anyways, just resting my eyes,” you tell him. With the baby being particularly active at night, you find your sleep schedule getting messed up and afternoon naps become a habit.

Jamie took a seat next to you, pulling you into his chest, and relaxing back onto the couch. “So how’s my favourite mom-to-be?” he asked.

“Tired as usual. No nausea though,” you said, Jamie offering his hand out for a high five, which you slap with a smile on your lips.

You nestle into each other's embrace, Jamie sticking a pillow under your belly to relieve some of the weight.

“So, any new contenders?” he asked, motioning to the book on the table.

You sighed, shaking your head. “I don’t think so,” you said. “I mean I read Sadie, which is cute but I’m not totally sold.”

Jamie reached over, picking up the book off the coffee table and flicking open to a random page, scanning the names.

“How about… Chloe?” he suggests.

You pull a sour face, shaking your head. “I knew a girl named Chloe back in grade school, and she was a bitch.”

Jamie chuckled, flipping through more pages. “Sophia?”

You sighed, shaking your head once again. It felt like no name was the right one for your daughter.

“Y’know, Trevor called the other day. Told me that if we were still stuck on a baby name, we could always name her after him.” Jamie told you.

You snorted, shaking your head at the idea of naming your baby girl Trevor. “Absolutely not. I do not need two Trevor’s in my life.”

Yours and Jamie’s laughter blended together, as you imagined naming your daughter after his friend. “Yeah, we don’t need to give Trevor even more of an ego boost,” Jamie said. “He’s already declared himself an uncle.”

You and Jamie once again went back to reading names before you spotted one that caught your eye. You placed your finger on it, stopping Jamie from flipping pages. “How about Darcy?” you suggested. “It means dark-haired one.” you read from the page, reaching behind you and running a hand through Jamie’s black locks.

“Darcy,” Jamie repeated with a satisfied hum in his voice. “I like it.”

“Darcy it is then,” you said softly, placing a hand on your bump. “Hi, little Darcy.”

Jamie placed the book of names on the coffee table and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Darcy," he said once again softly, the name finally feeling like the right one as it came off his tongue. "I can't wait to meet you."

You curled into Jamie, the warmth of his embrace and the sound of his heartbeat creating a comforting rhythm. The room filled with a peaceful silence, as your mind began to wander to the future. As you nestled closer, Jamie's hand found its way to your bump, resting there with gentle protectiveness. "Do you think she'll have your eyes?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.

You smiled, imagining your daughter's tiny face. "Maybe. I think she’ll have your smile and your hair."

Jamie chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. "As long as she's healthy and happy, that's all that matters."

You nodded, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. The future, once a vague concept, now felt more real with a name to hold onto. You could almost see her growing up, taking her first steps, saying her first words.

You and Jamie continued to talk about all the things you want to do with your daughter — reading her bedtime stories, teaching her to skate as you inevitably know you’ll maintain a hockey family. His excitement was infectious, and you found yourself lost in the vision of the family you'll soon be.

The room grew quieter as the evening progressed, the soft glow of the lamp casting a gentle light around you. Jamie's voice became a soothing lullaby, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

"You're going to be such an amazing mom," Jamie whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "I love you both so much."

You managed a sleepy smile, your heart full. "I love you too," you say before your eyes close and you drift into sleep.

[goldengleams]

my family member is downstairs with drysdale!

thanks for sending in this prompt and showing jamie some love! join my summer social here!!

notes: this is a little more flirty than i usually get with my writing, so if you enjoy this, please let me know!!!

prompt request: "my (family member) is downstairs!" with jamie drysdale!

"Hey, we have to leave for the ceremony in twenty minutes," a voice called out to you. You clasped your earrings and walked out of the spacious bathroom to see Jamie sitting on the bed.

He had a gray suit on, prepped and ready to leave soon for his cousin's wedding that he had invited you to. His whole family had rented a house near the venue to stay at leading up to the big day.

"Can you get my zipper?" Your long, pale yellow dress was one of Jamie's favorites and complemented his suit.

"Yeah, turn around," he mumbled. You stood in front of him and felt his hands delicately rest on your waist to pull the zipper up. "You look beautiful, babe."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you teased. "I just have to put my shoes on and then we can head downstairs." Your shoes were cream high heels that tied around your ankles. While they may not be the easiest to put on, you loved how they looked with your dress.

Before you knew it, Jamie had knelt down to fix your shoes for you.

"Aw thanks babe," you smiled. You ran your hand through Jamie's hair in appreciation for him being so sweet. He finished tying your heel, but his acts of kindness didn't stop there. His hand ran up your leg, making goosebumps appear, and you knew what his intentions were.

"We have to go soon," you warned. "We can't be the last ones downstairs, J."

"Not even a quickie?" Jamie said with a grin on his face.

"Absolutely not! My hair would get all messed up."

"Then I'll stay right here," Jamie said softly. He was still on his knees, inching closer to where you sat on the edge of the bed to get closer to your core. His hands gently spread your legs open to find that you were needing his touch, even if you knew you should be leaving. You let out a quiet moan you had been holding in, unable to resist him for much longer.

"Jamie, your parents are downstairs!"

"Then I guess we'd better be quiet."

[chukys-mouthguard]

coincidence

the way you, told me the truth minus seven percent

featuring -> cam york x female reader

genre -> angst; illusions to cheating, mentions of cheating, cam gaslighting (?) the reader and just being a fuckboy

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Boarding the flight and finding your seat, you couldn’t help but criticize yourself for not recognizing the signs sooner. The comments on Instagram, the numerous texts popping up with her name, Cam becoming more and more secretive about his phone. It was right in front of you this entire time, but you’d chosen to ignore it all because you loved him. Because you trusted him.

The Flyers were out of town for their California road trip, which several of the WAGS had made a trip out of as well. You unfortunately couldn’t attend due to a deadline you had to meet at work, but they’d been keeping you up to date on all things important via the group chat.

However, it was a text between you and Tyson Foerster’s girlfriend Katie that had been the most important you’d received.

She prefaced the soon to be sent photos by saying, I hate to even be sending these, but you need to hear this from me and no one else.

What followed were photos of Cam and the girl you’d convinced yourself was nothing to worry about. He was leaning in as he spoke to her at the bar, smiling ear to ear, her hand on his arm, the photos went on and on. Your heart sank and you knew you needed to confront him before the road trip was over. There was no way you would’ve been able to survive the next five days pretending like you’d not seen the photos just to wait to talk in person.

Luckily you’d met your work deadline, so you booked the next flight to Los Angeles so that you’d meet everyone on the next stop of the road trip.

As you got the hotel address from Katie, you tried to make a plan in your head. What would you even say? You felt dumb for trusting Cam when he told you she was just a friend from back home. That she meant nothing to him and he loved you. Seeing the photos, telling you he’d clearly invited her out because how would she know what bar the team would have been at. Seeing the way he smiled at her, how he allowed her to be so close to him, you’d felt like you were being punked. You wondered if any of the guys knew, if they were helping to keep things a secret for him. It made you sick to think any of them would do such a thing, but everything seemed questionable to you at this point.

Katie had texted you to try and talk you out of my conversations with Cam tonight, but you didn’t care to listen. You’d put up with the secrets and his hiding whatever he was doing with this girl for too long.

The Uber stopped out front of the hotel and you took a deep breath before climbing out. Practically shaking as you headed inside, hoping none of the guys would be around to recognize you. The last thing you needed was for Cam to be tipped off that you were there.

The ride in the elevator felt like it was never ending, your mind racing as you weren’t sure what you’d say to Cam or what his reaction would be to seeing you. The ding of your arrival on floor twenty snapped you from your thoughts as you stepped out. Slowly making your way to Cam’s room as you could feel your heart beating in your ears, your hands sweaty as you stopped outside of his door.

A light knock was all you could muster as you contemplated running away, but before your feet could make a move, the door was slowly opening to reveal a confused Cam from behind it.

“Y/n? Baby, what are you doing here?”

He slightly chuckled as he looked down the hall to see if anyone was around, taking your hand to quickly pull you inside.

He could see the look on your face, the hurt and confusion as you paced the floor of his hotel room. Not sure what to say, the words not forming properly as your mind was racing. Sitting on the edge of the bed he took your hand, his thumb tracing calming circles over your skin. But you quickly pulled your hand away, remembering what brought you here in the first place.

“What the fuck is this?”

Shakily you unlocked your phone before turning it to show him the photos you’d received from Katie. Your voice was laced with hurt as you tried your best to hold your composure, but the pain was beginning to overtake you. Looking him in the face, knowing what he’d done, it was breaking your heart all over again.

“Baby, she’s my friend from home. I’ve known her for years. You, you don’t think I was…I’m not doing anything in these photos that would ever give that impression. You think I’m cheating on you, with her?”

His response came with a chuckle as he swiped through the photos before handing you your phone back. His hand reached for yours as he sighed, hating to see you falling to pieces in front of him.

“Baby, please. Look at me.”

Through tear filled eyes you glanced up at him, his hands pulling you closer to him as he tucked some hair behind your ear with a soft smile.

“If you want to believe that I crossed a line, or did something I shouldn’t have. Then okay. But look at those photos baby, and I promise. I’m not doing anything inappropriate. My hands aren’t touching her anywhere they shouldn’t be. Her hands aren’t on me, I’m not kissing her. I’d never do that to you, you should know me better than that by now.”

As he pleaded his case you swiped through the photos once more, and he was right. At second glance none of the photos showed any evidence of cheating or Cam being out of line. Your heart sinking as you instantly regretted showing up the way you did, accusing him of such a thing. Maybe it was because you knew the bit of history the two of them had that made you assume the worst, but now you were sure Cam would have every right to be mad at you.

“Cam, I’m sorry. I just, I hate not being able to go on these trips. And I know the history you have with her, seeing her out at the bar with you all, it just. It didn’t sit well with me, and maybe I overreacted. It just didn't seem like some sort of coincidence, I was really scared you’d cheated on me.”

Cam stood up, smiling down at you as he kissed your forehead. Doing his best to reassure you that he recognized the honest mistake, apologizing that he’d even put you in such a position to begin with.

“It’s okay baby, I forgive you.”

Wrapping his arms around you he lightly rested his chin on your head. His eyes immediately falling to the dresser and his heart skipping a beat as he tried not to let you sense his nervousness.

“How about uh, you go clean up a bit in the bathroom. And we can just relax and watch a movie? I’ll find something that will give us a good laugh, yeah?”

Nodding with a smile you wiped your tears, giving Cam a kiss before you headed towards the bathroom. Cam quickly reached out to grab the lacey pink thong from his dresser once your back was turned, shoving it into his pocket until he had the chance to stash it somewhere you wouldn’t see.

“Cam, again-“

You turned around before disappearing into the doorway of the bathroom, Cam looking back to you with a smile as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah baby?”

“I’m really sorry. I love you.”

Cam sighed softly as he nodded, his hands pushing deep into the pockets of his sweats without you knowing of the secret he was quite literally holding in his hand as he echoed the sentiment.

“I love you too baby.”

[misshoneyimhome]

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

Cross me - “If you cross her, then you cross me” I Joel Farabee

Summary: You and Joel Farabee often clashed, but then one night he saw you in a new light. And when he stepped up to defend you, the shift in your relationship became undeniable.

Tropes & warnings: Joel Farabee x reader, enemies to lovers, reader working for the Flyers, protective!Joel, angry ex-boyfriend, Smut 18+; fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (p in v)

Other notes: Alrighty, babes! So, this one's for the anon who requested Joel Farabee smut 🤗 I have to admit, I wasn't too familiar with him at first, but I hope I've managed to capture his vibe just a little bit 🙈

Word count: 3.1K

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The locker room was buzzing with post-match adrenaline. The Philadelphia Flyers had just secured a thrilling victory, and the air was electric with high-fives and laughter. Joel Farabee, however, couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of unfinished business. And as he pulled off his gear, his eyes drifted to the opposite corner of the room where you stood, talking animatedly with one of the coaches.

You were one of the team’s PR managers, brought in to shake up the Flyers' public image a couple of seasons ago. And from day one, you and Joel had clashed over every little detail—press releases, social media posts, interview schedules. It seemed like every interaction ended in an argument, a battle of wills that neither of you could back down from.

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One particular incident still stood out in your memory. It was the day after a tough loss, and the tension in the locker room was palpable. You had drafted a press release to address the team's performance, emphasising their determination to bounce back stronger. Joel, however, had different ideas.

"Seriously? This makes us sound like we're begging for sympathy," Joel had said, holding up the draft with a scowl.

You crossed your arms, meeting his glare head-on. "It's called damage control, Joel. We need to show the fans that the team is resilient and committed to improving."

But he just shook his head, frustration etched across his features. "We need to be honest, not sugarcoat everything. The fans deserve better than empty platitudes."

"It's not about sugarcoating,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It's about maintaining a positive image and keeping morale up."

Joel stepped closer, his voice lowering but no less intense. "And it's my job to make sure we’re genuine. The guys don't need to be coddled. They need to feel the weight of their performance and come back fighting."

The argument went back and forth, neither of you willing to concede. Your voices rose, drawing the attention of some of the other players who exchanged wary glances but wisely stayed out of it.

Yet, finally, you threw your hands up in exasperation. "Fine. Let's just put out a bland, generic statement and see how that goes."

"It's not about being bland,” Joel's eyes flashed with irritation. “It's about being real. The fans can tell when we're faking it."

You bit back a retort, recognising that continuing the argument was futile. "We'll revise it together," you said through gritted teeth, barely managing to keep your tone professional. "But we need to find a balance."

Joel nodded curtly, still clearly annoyed but willing to cooperate. "Agreed."

_

But tonight, something was different. Joel noticed the way you winced as you moved, your usually bright eyes dulled with pain. 

His brow furrowed in concern. Although Joel wasn’t exactly sure why he cared so much, the thought of you being hurt made his chest tighten.

So, as the locker room began to empty out, he found himself walking towards you. You were packing up your things, your face set in a determined mask.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than he intended. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

You looked up, surprise flickering in your eyes before they narrowed suspiciously. "What is it, Farabee? Need another fight to cap off your night?"

But Joel shook his head, taking a step closer. "Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

Your eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about?"

"The way you're moving. You're hurt. Did someone do this to you?"

You glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone else was listening, then sighed. "It's nothing. Just a little accident. Nothing for you to worry about."

Yet, Joel's jaw clenched. "It is something if someone hurt you."

"Why do you even care, Joel?” your breath hitched at the intensity in his eyes. “We’re not exactly friends."

And with that, you dismissed him as you walked out, leaving Joel a little frustrated. All he wanted was to help, and yet you didn’t want to accept it. He stood there for a moment, watching you go, a mix of worry and helplessness churning inside him. He had never felt this protective before, and it frustrated him that you wouldn't let him in.

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A few nights later, on a rare off night for the Flyers, the team decided to unwind at a popular downtown bar. The atmosphere was lively, with music thumping and laughter echoing from every corner. And naturally, Joel was there, enjoying the night with his teammates, yet his eyes kept drifting toward you. You were mingling with everyone, your laughter genuine as you joked with colleagues and team partners. It was a side of you he rarely saw, and for some unknown reason, it made him smile.

You had grown close to many of the team members over the past few months. Your hard work and dedication had earned their respect, and tonight was no exception. You moved through the crowd with ease, sharing stories and drinks, a welcome presence among the players and staff.

However, suddenly, the room's lighthearted mood shifted. And Joel noticed it immediately—your expression changed, your face paling as you glanced toward the entrance. Following your gaze, Joel's eyes landed on a man who had just walked in - your ex boyfriend.

His heart sank as he saw the fear and distress in your eyes, the way your shoulders tensed and your smile vanished. He had heard rumours but hadn't had the chance to ask you about it, yet he knew: your ex was the reason for your recent pain.

Joel’s protective instincts suddenly flared up.

Your ex then made a beeline toward you, his presence like a dark cloud interrupting the joyful atmosphere. You tried to maintain your composure, but Joel could see the tears welling up in your eyes, the knot in your chest tightening as your ex began shouting. His voice was loud, drawing attention from everyone around you. It was nothing but humiliating.

“You think you can ignore me?” your ex yelled, his face twisted with anger. “You’re coming home with me. NOW!”

You tried to speak, to tell him to leave you alone, but your voice caught in your throat. And as the bar fell silent, all eyes were on the unfolding drama.

But before you could say anything else, Joel suddenly stepped in. He moved swiftly, positioning himself between you and your ex. His expression was fierce, eyes locked onto the man in front of him.

"Maybe you should leave," Joel spoke firmly, his voice low but commanding.

Your ex sneered, clearly unimpressed. "You don’t get to tell me what to do. She thinks she can leave me? Well, she can’t. She’s coming home with me."

"No," Joel said simply, his tone unyielding. "If you cross her, then you cross me. And I don’t think you want that."

There was a tense silence as your ex seemed taken aback by Joel’s unwavering stance. He scoffed, about to retort when another voice joined in.

"Actually, you cross all of us," Sean Couturier said, the captain stepping up beside Joel. And then, one by one, more players moved to stand behind them, forming a protective wall between you and your ex.

The solidarity of the team was overwhelming. You had never expected anything like this—the entire team protecting you, with Joel at the front. It was both humbling and empowering.

Your ex looked around, realising he was outnumbered and outmatched. So, with a frustrated huff, he turned and stormed out of the bar.

The moment he was gone, you felt the knot in your chest begin to loosen. And then Joel turned to you, his expression softening. "You okay?"

You nodded, tears still brimming in your eyes but now for a different reason. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice shaky with gratitude. “So much.” 

Joel gave you a small, reassuring smile. "Always. If you ever need anything, I’m here."

The team dispersed back into the crowd, the incident already becoming part of the night’s stories. Yet, Joel stayed close to you for the rest of the evening, his presence a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone. And as the night wore on, the initial shock and embarrassment gave way to a growing sense of warmth and safety. Joel’s protectiveness, once a point of contention, now felt like an anchor.

And eventually, the two of you found a quieter corner of the bar, away from the bustling crowd. You sat together on a plush couch, the dim lighting creating an intimate atmosphere. Joel handed you a drink, and you took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

"Are you really okay?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for any lingering pain.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I am now. Thanks to you."

"I meant what I said," Joel's gaze softened as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "If you ever need anything, I’m here."

You looked into his eyes, seeing a depth of sincerity that took your breath away. The tension between you shifted again, the space between you charged with a new energy. In that moment, you realised that the constant bickering had masked a deeper connection, one that was now impossible to ignore.

"Joel," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I never expected you to..."

"To care?" he finished for you, a half-smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. "Yeah."

Joel leaned in closer, his hand still resting on your cheek. "Well, I do. More than I thought possible."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the world around you fading as you focused entirely on him. The warmth of his hand, the intensity in his gaze—it all drew you in, making it impossible to resist.

And just like that, as everything else fell away, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was soft and sweet at first, a hesitant exploration of new territory. But as the seconds ticked by, the kiss deepened, fuelled by the unspoken emotions that had been building between you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Joel’s thumb brushed your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Wow," you whispered, a smile spreading across your face.

Joel chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Yeah, wow."

You both sat there for a moment, savouring the new closeness and the promise of what could be. Yet, you yearned for more—a longing to feel more than just his lips on yours.

The bar's lively atmosphere buzzed around you, but all you could focus on was Joel. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in with every passing second. You didn't want this night to end, and the idea of parting ways now felt unbearable.

"I don’t want to go home alone," you admitted softly, looking up at him through your lashes.

Joel’s eyes darkened with understanding, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Neither do I."

You bit your lip, contemplating your next move. You didn’t want to seem too obvious, but the desire to continue this night with him was overwhelming. So, gathering your courage, you took his hand in yours, the simple touch sending a spark through your body.

“Come with me,” you whispered, your voice filled with both hope and anticipation.

Joel simply nodded, no hesitation in his eyes. “Lead the way.”

The walk to your place was filled with a comfortable silence, the night air cool against your flushed cheeks, as your hand remained in his, a steady anchor while you navigated through the city streets. And every so often, you’d steal a glance at him, the look of determination and tenderness in his eyes making your heart race.

Then when you finally reached your apartment, you fumbled with the keys, your nerves getting the better of you. But Joel’s hand on yours steadied your trembling fingers, and you managed to unlock the door, pushing it open with a sense of anticipation.

And as soon as the door closed behind you, the tension between you snapped. Joel’s hands were swiftly on your waist, forcefully pulling you close as his lips found yours once again. The kiss was more intense this time, fuelled by nothing but desire. You led him to the living room, your lips never parting, as your hands roamed every part of him.

But then you pulled back slightly, just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his. “Joel,” you breathed, your voice filled with longing.

And he simply answered with another kiss, his hands roaming your back, pulling you even closer to his body. “I know,” he murmured against your lips. “Me too.” Then with a shared look of understanding, you led him further into your apartment, towards the bedroom.

The room fell hot almost immediately as neither of you wanted to waste any time undressing each other. With each kiss, every touch, friction caused sparks to fly as your mutual desire filled the air.

Joel’s fingers deftly unbuttoned your shirt, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You tugged at his shirt, pushing upwards and prompting him to pull it over his head, your hands eager to explore the muscles beneath. He then pulled your shirt off as well, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice husky.

Yet, you merely responded by pulling him closer, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him again. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of passion and longing.

Joel’s hands slid down your back, the sensation of his touch on your bare skin making you shiver, your body reacting to his touch with a fervour you’d never experienced before. So, you quickly worked on unbuttoning his trousers, your fingers trembling with anticipation.

And as your clothes fell to the floor, you both moved towards the bed, the longing building with every step. The sheets felt cool against your heated skin as Joel lowered you onto the mattress, his naked body pressing against yours. His kisses became more urgent, his hands exploring every inch of you, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each touch.

Your hands roamed his back, feeling the strength of his muscles as he moved against you. Every kiss, every caress was a declaration of the connection you’d both been too stubborn to acknowledge until now.

Then Joel’s lips found yours again, the kiss deepening as he settled between your legs. His hand then gently snaked between your bodies, tracing soft trails over your smooth skin until he found your core.

You arched into him, your body craving more as the heat between you was almost unbearable. And effortlessly, he allowed two fingers to gently enter you, exploring your heat and tight muscles, stretching you with every slow pump. His name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he responded with a low growl of desire.

“Joel,” you moaned softly, feeling the arousal build within as he moved his fingers a little faster. You were completely soaked, making it effortless for him to massage your core.

But both of you also felt the impatience for a rush take over. Despite how good it felt having Joel stimulating you, you needed more. You craved him inside you.

And Joel was feeling the same arousal burning within him, his hardness throbbing, already dripping with pre-cum as he too felt the need to feel you around him.

So, gently withdrawing his fingers, causing you to let out another soft moan, he then lined the tip of his length with your entrance. And with a determined and passionate push, he let himself enter you completely.

“Oh yes…” he moaned deeply as your tight walls wrapped around him, hugging him tightly. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You could barely respond, only a mix of gasps and moans escaping your lips as he began to rock his hips, his length filling you up and hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. 

It felt nothing but amazing as the two of you made passionate love, your bodies melting together in sync.

Joel picked up the pace, settling into a steady rhythm that felt natural yet dangerously arousing. The night became a blur of passion and sensation, as your bodies moved together in perfect harmony. 

Every touch brought you closer, the intensity of your connection growing with each passing moment. It was as if all the arguments, all the tension had been leading to this, a culmination of the unspoken feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface.

“Mmm…” you bit your lip as you felt the rush beginning to course through you, knowing that it wouldn’t be long if he kept up the speed. “Joel… I’m… I’m close.”

But your moans and words only spurred Joel on, as he felt his own climax approaching, making him unable to hold back. The feeling of you around him was simply incredible, and though he didn’t want the pleasure to end so soon, the urge for a release overcame him.

And when your nails dug deeper into his skin, your walls clenching around his sensitive member, neither of you could hold back your climaxes. Letting out louder moans, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room, you both gave into the intensity and pushed each other over the edge together.

“Fuck…” Joel grunted deeply as he released himself into you.

“Fuck indeed,” you breathed out panting for air, your eyes shut as you slowly came down from the high that had consumed your mind completely.

Joel lay still for a moment, allowing himself to relax while still inside you, feeling your muscles pulsating around him. It had been intense, yet nothing but pure pleasurable. And the smiles slowly creeping on your lips signalled the rush you were both feeling.

Then Joel gently withdrew, and when you finally lay together, tangled in each other’s arms, the world outside still and silent, you knew that everything had changed. Joel’s hand traced lazy circles on your arm, his breath warm against your skin.

“You know,” he murmured, a smile in his voice, “I think we make a pretty good team.”

You laughed softly, the sound filled with contentment. “Yeah, we do.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. There was a tenderness there, a promise of something more, something deeper than just a fleeting moment of passion.

And as you drifted off to sleep in Joel’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel that this was the beginning of something new—something better, something real.