#flyers writing

[sundriedmilano]

imagine just waking up next to nolan everyday and you're always touching in someway. like his arm is lazily slung over you or your head is on his chest and legs intertwined. and when he wakes up his voice would be so raspy, his eyes would be a little bit darker than normal and his curly hair would look so good. "mornin' pretty girl"

[lvrhughes]

Pumpkin Patches | J. Drysdale

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary: Jamie and his best friend go to the pumpkin patch, leading to a confession.

word count: 1.13k

warnings: none

requested: no

not my gif!

“Please, please, we have to go. It’s a once in a year thing!” you begged, your hands pressed against each other as you pleaded at Jamie, standing in front of the Canadian boy in his own home, blocking him from the front door.

“If I agree, will you let me out of my house?” His voice held a hint of sarcasm, not that you’d pick up on that now. 

“Yes! Yes, you’re free if you promise to come.”

He’d never tell you that his question was sarcastic, especially upon seeing the shine in your eyes once you’d thought he agreed. So he did. 

“This is so dumb, it’s all couples.” 

So maybe you hadn’t thought it through taking your best friend, who you may have had a crush on, to a pumpkin patch in the mid of october. But you were sure it’d be fine. 

“It’s fine Jam, we can do our own thing. We’ll be better than the couples.” You grinned, linking your arm through his to bring him through the field.

He followed swiftly, keeping up with your rapid movements as you ran towards anything that piqued your interested, including the random scarecrow that stood guard in the middle of the field. 

“That thing’s so creepy.” Jamie muttered, watching you run towards the figure with a smile on your face, turning to beg him to take your picture with it. 

He complied, as much as he found the thing creepy, he’d do anything for you. Even if it meant standing by a demented scarecrow longer than necessary.

You quickly grabbed his hand after, bringing him deeper into the fields of pumpkins. Stopping suddenly, Jamie practically walking into your body as you moved to kneel to the ground. 

“What are you doing?”

“Jam, it’s perfect.” Your voice was filled with awe, picking up a tiny, oddly deformed, pumpkin from the ground. 

“What?” He looked dumbfounded, staring at the pumpkin you held while you put your hands out to show him. 

“I’m taking it home.” 

Jamie shook his head, he had no argument, how was he going to tell his best friend her pumpkin was stupid? He wouldn’t. 

“Okay, are we done here now?” 

Having been at the patch for the last two hours, running through the fields with the girl he harbored a crush on for years, he grew tired. 

“No, we still need to get hot cider and go for a ride on the tractor!” 

He simply nodded, allowing you to take his hand and lead him back towards the entrance. Taking him to the booth of hot apple cider just beside the gates, leading him to stand in line whilst you held onto your tiny pumpkin. The line moved quickly, letting you and Jamie get you drinks within five minutes, leaving you standing waiting for the tractor to come back for another round of rides. 

A shiver ran through your body, the wind having picked up nearing the end of the day, you held the warm cup closer to you. Jamie moved quickly, shoving his jacket off and around your shoulders, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. 

It was a peaceful moment, waiting for the owners to return with the tractor, the sunsetting in the background whilst you swayed in Jamie’s arms. 

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice interrupted the moment, she held a camera and a shy smile on her face, “Would you mind if I take a photo of y’all for our website? You two just look so cute.” 

You looked up at Jamie, waiting for his answer, he mumbled a soft ‘sure’ towards the woman before she picked up her camera. Aiming it towards the two of you whilst you smiled for the picture, hearing the click of the shutter as she thanked you again. 

“I think she thought we were dating.” Jamie spoke first once she left, his arms still wrapped around you as he spoke, running softly up and down your body.

“Do you think that’s a bad thing?” 

“No.” 

You looked up quickly, trying to gauge the reaction on his face as he stared back at you, yet the tractor seemed to arrive before you could further an explanation. 

“Last ride of the night!” The farmer exclaimed, urging the few people who stood around you and Jamie onto the tractor, loading you both last. 

The ride was peaceful, the sunset melting into gorgeous colors around you while Jamie kept his hold on you, his arm never leaving your waist for the ride. It was a ten minute ride, yet it felt shorter, yearning for longer when you had to get off. Jamie jumping down softly, reaching his arms out to help you down before collecting your pumpkin and ciders you’d left on a hay bale before the ride. 

“For you, M’lady.” He joked, passing you the, now lukewarm, cup of cider and the tiny pumpkin. 

“We’ve got to pay for the pumpkin then we can leave.” You spoke, taking a sip of the cider whilst walking towards the makeshift counter. 

Dropping the pumpkin on the counter in front of the woman, she all but laughed, smiling at your choice of pumpkin before speaking. Jamie’s arms wrapping around your waist as you listened to the woman, letting his warmth surround you. 

“This is your pumpkin of choice, sweetie? You can have it, on the house.” She grinned. Passing the pumpkin back to  you. 

“Really?” 

“Really, it’s yours. Now have a lovely night you two.” She spoke  softly, waving her hands to signal for you to leave, smiling at her as you walked away. 

“You got a free pumpkin, how do you feel?” Jamie asked, opening the passenger door once you’d made it to his car. 

“This was amazing, thank you for coming.” 

Jamie smiled at the words, sliding into the driver's seat with ease, starting the car to turn the heat on in seconds. His gaze falling to you quickly, catching your eye when you stared back at him. 

“Can you kiss me now?” 

Jamie’s mouth dropped at the words, staring at you like you’d spoken Spanish to him before he collected himself. Leaning further over the center console while keeping his gaze on you, staring at your lips before he spoke. 

“Only if you’ll agree to be my girlfriend.” 

“I think I can agree to that.”  

You smiled, watching the smile grow on his face as he reached over. Cupping your jaw while he leaned to press his lips against yours, letting you melt towards his while fireworks seemed to ignite throughout your body. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” Jamie whispered, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve been wanting you to do that for so long.” You whispered back, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips again.

[lokh]

mom avoids dead anime mom curse because he transitions. he’s always had a complicated relationship with pregnancy because of how woefully little people are told about potential complications and aftercare, and also because of how gendered it is, so after the birth of his second child he’s finally had it and decides to transition

he joins a local community group for mothers and at first it’s played for laughs how often they fall to the dead mom curse, but soon we find out more about how society has failed mothers and people who give birth, from information being withheld, procedures being carried out without consent, lack of accommodations and maternal and paternal leave, racism…

it also turns out that becoming a man doesn’t help with this, not really, because being a pregnant trans man brings its own problems. follow along as he learns more about being a parent and a mother, and maybe even… finding love???

coming to you never because I can’t write!

[lord-squiggletits]

Reread/skimmed my oldest Pharma apologism posts (mainly the ones about Pharma not being a functionist) and it just occurred to me that possibly another reason the fandom saddled Pharma with the "functionist bigot" label is because his introduction by First Aid says that everyone hates Decepticons, but Pharma really really hates Decepticons. Mix that with the portion of the fanbase that lionizes and whitewashes the Decepticons, and I can easily see it entering common fanon that "Pharma hates Decepticons -> the Decepticons are freedom fighters wrongly maligned by the Autobots/the franchise -> Pharma must be a bigoted functionist since he hates Decepticons who represent freedom."

The simpler explanation is just that Pharma is an antagonist and therefore gets the "everything about him must be evil and wrong" black-and-white analysis so common in fandoms in general, but given some of the bizarre Decepticon takes I've seen I can also easily see Pharma's Decepticon hatred being taken as a sign of him being bigoted and evil.

Though AGAIN in this case it would still be singling Pharma out as a bigot for crimes/flaws that multiple other Autobots are guilty of like.

Oh, Pharma hates Decepticons? Well a lot of other Autobots hate Decepticons too, First Aid's narration about Pharma even says "we all hate Decepticons"; for that matter, there are a lot of Decepticons who hate Autobots. It's a massive civil war that's lasted for a lifetime causing two groups of people to be stuck in a near-permanent blood feud, you can't assume that every Autobot who hates Decepticons (and vice versa) hates them because they're a bigot. Maybe there's been a war where both sides have been building an ever-increasing mountain of reasons to hate each other, so hating the opposite faction is a social problem caused by war and politics rather than a sign of individual moral failing.

Pharma worked at the New Institute so that means he must be evil/bigoted? Chromedome and Brainstorm also worked at the New Institute, but there's no widespread fandom shunning of them or headcanoning them as bigots.

Hell, even the very premise of assuming Pharma is a functionist bigot for hating Decepticons is ignoring the very premise of Pharma's motives, which are, uh... being blackmailed by the leader of the Decepticon Justice Division, who represents the ultimate form of Decepticon ideals to the point of literally wearing their symbol as his mask? So how were we jumping straight to "oh Pharma hates Decepticons bc he's a posh bigoted functionist" when there was a far more immediate interpretation/headcanon of "Pharma hates Decepticons because he's being tortured and blackmailed by one."

That's not to say that Pharma couldn't have hated Decepticons before Delphi, and I think you could make interesting headcanons/extrapolations based on either idea. But still. It kinda feels like people saw Pharma and just wanted to make him the Token Evil Autobot who's the opposite of our Good Heroic Autobots regardless of whether evidence from canon supported it or not.

Good riddance to bigoted functionist Pharma fanon, I'm so glad that the majority of Pharma fanon these days actually gives him a chance and puts him on equal footing as other Autobots.

[polyabathtub]

already started drafting the fic

[gentil-minou]

student council au where wei wuxian ran "as a joke" but won president with lan wangji as his vice president and their shenanigans as wwx uses a sizeable amount of their budget for carnivals and student events and lwj just...lets him

his uncle, the principal, asks him what on earth are you doing and lwj just takes out a research paper that shows the benefits of fun and relaxing activities on student mental health while wwx is shooting a t-shirt canon at the crowd behind them

there's a sofa in the student lounge that wwx uses to take naps and everytime he does his shirt rides up revealing a sliver of skin and lwj has one hand in a tight horny grip as he calculates how much of their budget they can devote to a bunny petting zoo even though the insurance will be a nightmare but wwx really wants one so he will get one.

(at the petting zoo, wwx tells him the bunny petting zoo was a birthday gift for him)

(lwj kisses his big stupid perfect little face)

[i-still-mask-because]

Let's talk about masking! 😷✨

The image description is in the alt text!

I'm hoping this flyer would help those that didn't already know the difference between masks, quality masks, and respirators, as well as some of the variety of options out there for quality, comfortable, breathable, snug-fitting masks & respirators!

Reblogs are tremendously appreciated, and please feel free to share this wherever you can! Print this, hang this up in your school, hang this up in your neighborhood, hang this up in public transportation, repost this, etc., etc., etc.!!!

[buttercupjosh]

Nothing to Be Scared Of

(Gif credit to @corbincarroll)

Word count: 2,594

Genres: strangers to friends to lovers, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: This story is based off of the songs “Nothing To Be Scared Of" by Kacey Musgraves (which is where the title came from) and I make references to "Dinner With Friends" by Kacey Musgraves, and "Anime Eyes" by Kacey Musgraves. I highly recommend listening to these songs before reading my story. It’s not set at a specific moment in time (It’s taking place in a fictional future but you could also say that it’s set this upcoming season. However, the 2024-25 season hasn't happened yet and anything can happen or change so don’t hold me to what occurs in the fic and if things do change in real life, I’m not going to update this fic to reflect that). It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a female of color but the reader doesn’t specifically have to be a POC or a woman and there’s little dialogue. As always, I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you so much in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌

(P.S. I have other stories (linked here) that I have written for other players as well if you want to check it out)

“Please don’t let me regret opening up that part of myself that I’ve been scared to give again. Be good to me and I’ll be good to you but please don’t be too good to be true.” -Too Good To Be True by Kacey Musgraves

Romantic love was one of those things that had never been on your side. Throughout life, you always had unrequited crushes that never worked out and it was very rare that someone else had a crush on you. The one time you actually dated someone and opened up your heart to them romantically, it ended up failing. On the outside, your ex was a decent guy on paper but behind the scenes, he was someone who shifted into a very toxic person. The final straw came when he got a job offer that moved him away and he broke up with you because he didn’t want to be with you anymore. Since that experience, your heart had been wrapped in bubble wrap, filled with the fear that someone was going to break it again.

As expected, you had your walls up about falling in love with someone new but that started to change when you met Jamie. Your job as a realtor is what connected you to him; you were unofficially known as the team realtor for the Phillies, Flyers, and Eagles since most of your client base consisted of players and their families from those teams and you were one of the few realtors who was licensed in both Pennsylvania and New Jersey. After his first partial season in Philadelphia, Jamie was looking for a new place to live so you helped him find his new home. The reason why Jamie was moving was because Cam wanted his long-term girlfriend to move in with him and Jamie wasn’t interested in living with Joel and Morgan at their place either. Due to his age, he didn’t want to live with an older veteran on the team and their family or to reside in the suburbs. Jamie also felt like he needed a change during this new chapter of his life so he decided to live alone for the first time in his entire life. 

On a Saturday afternoon before the season started, you met up with Jamie to show him one of the places you found. The penthouse was very nice and in a neighborhood he liked but Jamie didn’t like the kitchen layout so your quest to find him the best place to live continued. You kept in a lot of contact with Jamie, trying to match his preferences the best you could and also show him places where he could compromise on certain things. After lots of meetings and searching, you found the perfect place for him in the Rittenhouse Square area. Jamie was very thankful for your services and with the time you spent together, he became very appreciative of who you are as a person. You rarely saw your clients again after helping them out but you would see Jamie again sooner than expected.

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One evening, your phone rang in the middle of the night and surprisingly, it was Jamie calling. You picked up and his voice sounded different. Of course, Jamie knew what he was getting into when choosing to live alone but it still didn’t make the feeling of loneliness on his first night by himself at his new place go away. He couldn’t sleep at all because his mind was racing and he just needed someone to talk to; Jamie could have called his parents or his brother, Charlie, or one of his teammates or old friends back home but instead, he chose you. Listening to Jamie on the phone made your heart ache a little and you just wanted to hug him to calm him down so you took the last SEPTA train to go comfort him at his apartment. He didn’t ask you to come over but you went over there out of the kindness of your heart. Once you arrived, you engulfed Jamie in that much-needed hug and all of that anxiety that was plaguing him at the moment began to slowly wash away. Neither of you could sleep so you talked to each other for hours about different things, learning more and more about each other, until you fell asleep on his couch. Instead of leaving you sleeping on his couch, Jamie tenderly picked you up and placed you into his bed. You woke up the following morning in a bed that wasn’t yours and found Jamie sleeping on the couch.

As time went on, you developed a friendship together and your hearts were quietly growing fond of each other. You spent a lot of time together, going back and forth from each other’s places and hanging out in public. On nights that he couldn’t sleep, Jamie would sometimes call you and you would have deep conversations that would go on way into the night, most of the time falling asleep on the phone together. Sure, those calls would leave you both exhausted the following day but that was your special thing and you would always pick up whenever he called. You trusted each other; Jamie told you about his past relationships in California and back in Canada and you opened up about your previous relationship but your past hurt made you very guarded with Jamie. It was almost like you were always waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under you about him or waiting for Jamie to switch up the good guy act on you like how your ex did but that never happened.

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Your birthday happened to land on a Flyers game day and thankfully, that game was a matinee game so you had plenty of time to enjoy the rest of your special day. As a gift, Jamie got you and a friend glass tickets to watch the game. During one of the media timeouts, you noticed that your name was on the scoreboard, wishing you a happy birthday; it was a nice birthday surprise. The rest of the game went nicely and the Flyers won.

To celebrate your birthday, you had an amazing dinner with some of your friends at Fiorella and Jamie offered to bring the cake. All Jamie told you was that you had to trust him and he showed up at the restaurant with a large pink cake that was covered in layers and ruffles of your favorite color. He also revealed to you that he was behind the scoreboard message. You knew that Jamie was a kind guy but the kindness he showed to you definitely took the cake.

After your birthday, Jamie’s 200th career game was approaching and you pulled out all of the stops to celebrate this milestone for him. It wasn’t a huge moment to some but it had taken a lot to get to that point. You snuck into Jamie’s apartment and decorated the place with balloons and streamers while he was away at morning skate. When Jamie returned to his apartment, you were gone but he knew in his heart that you were the only one who could have done this for him. To add to the surprises, you showed up at the game with a handmade sign, acknowledging his accomplishment. Jamie’s heart warmed when he saw you, banging on the glass to get his attention to look at what you made and he tossed you a puck. Jamie texted you to not throw away the sign because it was special to him and he wanted to keep it. After the game, you went back to Jamie’s apartment and shared a small cake with him; it didn’t matter that Torts would bag skate him if he found out that Jamie was eating sweets during the season but all that mattered was that he was sharing it with you.

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Not long after his 200th game, it was that time of the year for the building where Jamie lived to do their seasonal pest control. He needed to be out of his apartment for a few hours for the work to be done and for the smell to dissipate so you suggested going out mini golfing at Puttshack. The game combined mini golf and trivia; Jamie was good at the golfing part and you were good at the trivia part. The game itself was way more fun because Jamie would get certain trivia questions wrong but you weren’t the best at putting the golf ball and you both jokingly teased each other about your skill sets during the game.

After Puttshack, you both wanted your time together to continue so you invited Jamie over to your place to continue hanging out. As usual, you ordered food and talked. The conversation somehow shifted to movies and you found out that Jamie had never seen a Studio Ghibli movie before so you ended up showing him some of your favorite films. While observing Howl and Sophie’s relationship dynamic, Jamie realized something very important. On one end of the sofa, you were captivated watching the movie but on the other side, Jamie wasn’t focused on what was going on, on the screen. He was too busy looking over at you through his anime eyes and a million little stars started to burst in his heart. You didn’t know it then but you would learn that he had always looked at you that way. He couldn’t say it out loud yet but Jamie was in love.

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In a series of extremely convenient events, your mom came to Philly for a week-long work conference and Jamie’s mother, Tina, was also in town for the Flyers’ annual Mom’s Trip. Both of your moms got to observe your friendship firsthand. You liked Tina and Jamie liked your mom and both of your moms liked each other. While they were away, Tina and Jamie talked about you and she encouraged her son to pursue you. Jamie knew about your past relationship pain and it made him uncertain about whether or not to tell you his true feelings. Meanwhile, you took your mom to the airport after her conference concluded and before leaving, she imparted some motherly wisdom onto you.

“Honey, Jamie is a really nice guy and I like him for you. I know you were scarred by He Who Shall Not Be Named but you should think about opening your heart again to love”, your mother said to you.

You respectfully brushed aside her words. Jamie was a really good friend and person that anyone else would be grateful to have in their lives and you were happy that he was a part of yours. Over time, people speculated that you and Jamie were dating because of how you treated each other and the amount of time you spent together but he never formally asked you out and you weren’t sure if he had liked you romantically or just as a friend. Despite how things appeared, you remained cautious about being in love again so you strictly kept your boundaries with Jamie as friends. However, that was all going to change.

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One early morning after spending the night on the air mattress that Jamie bought for you to sleep on whenever you slept over, you woke up early without trying and couldn’t fall back asleep so you decided to watch the sunrise. As you gazed at the Philadelphia skyline from the rooftop, it hit you; you were in love with Jamie.

It was the shape of Jamie’s blue eyes and the shape of his nose. It was the cute way he mispronounced certain words the Canadian way and also the smell of his clothes that filled your nose whenever you hugged him. It was the shape of Jamie’s heart and his kindness. It was the familiarity of taking your shoes off and leaving them by the door every time you went to his apartment. Jamie loved you in all of the ways that you never felt love before.

You were so uneasy about falling in love again because you didn’t want to get hurt again but with Jamie, something just felt so different. He was the only one you wanted to give your love to and Jamie taught you there was nothing to be scared of about being in love. You could drop your baggage of hurt and he would help you unpack them and you would do the same for him. You were so consumed by emotion and a familiar voice startled you to ask if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine but how did you know that I was up here? I thought you were asleep”, you replied.

“I got up to use the bathroom and every time I do whenever you sleep over, I always check on you. I knew you were here because I come up here sometimes to watch the sunrise or the sunset and I know that you love those colors”, Jamie said as he poked your side.

Hearing Jamie say the word love made your heart beat faster and faster. He looked over at you and could sense a shift in you.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want to go back inside?” Jamie concernedly asked. 

“Jamie, I have something to tell you and promise me that you won’t freak out”, you told him.

“What are you going to say that you’re in love with me? If so, I’m in love too with the beautiful person right in front of me”, Jamie confessed with a cheesy smile and the biggest blush on his face.

He took the words right out of your mouth but that didn’t make the anxiety you felt go away.

“Jamie, I love you too but I’m scared. What if we don’t work out? What if you fall out of love with me? What if this is all too good to be true? What if -?” you rambled.

“Y/n, honestly, I’ve been scared this whole time too. When I got traded from Anaheim to here, I was super terrified of this massive change. I didn’t plan on falling in love when I moved here because my future’s so uncertain at the moment and I swore I was going to be single until my next contract but then I met you. You’ve added so much to my life and I’m thankful to have you as a part of it. I know you’re afraid but Y/n, if it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out. All that matters is that I love you right now and I’ll love you for as long as I can. Would you be willing to take that risk with me?”, Jamie asked.

Before meeting Jamie, you almost gave up on romantic love for good but he showed you how to love without having to try so hard because he loved you for being yourself. Jamie was like a train that was only meant for you and he wouldn’t leave the station without you. That bubble wrap that was wrapped around your heart was peeling off and you just had to continue to trust that it was all going to be okay. Even if things were to change, like all things in life, you would learn from it. You had both believed that you were placed into each other’s lives for a reason. If being in love with each other was what dreams were made of, neither of you wanted to wake up. Wrapped in a tender embrace with his arms around you and sharing a sweet kiss, the two of you watched the sun fully rise together. It was officially the start of a brand new sunny day and also the start of a new romantic relationship between you and Jamie.

[txtssera]

this is gonna be the gayest thing i’ve said in A WHILE but can we get a jasico fic where jason is a base while nico is a flyer on a gymnastics team but they’re doing like uber complicated stunts (if you want an idea of what im referring to check out danielbuyeskee2 on tiktok)… are yall picking up what im putting down

(additionally i only know limited terminology bc my sister does cheerleading and gymnastics competitively, and this idea generated from a love for the sport/s but i was thinking it would be a co ed team where jason is a base, frank is a base, i think leo and percy might be able to be a flyer and the base depending on where they are needed in the routine [if thats a thing], i think annabeth and reyna could be the same way but reyna prefers being a base, im truly torn on what i think hazel would be but piper is a flyer and so is nico, im sure you could fit in other demigod kids if you wanted [i like to think this would be a good chance for nico and piper friendship bc im a sucker for it])

[hauntedppgpaints]

Mascots as team spirits au

5 au fun facts

Gritty is a chaos being. Don’t look it in the eye.

Gritty is a chaos being. Don’t look it in the eye.

Gritty is a chaos being. Don’t look it in the eye.

Gritty is a chaos being. Don’t look it in the eye.

Gritty is a chaos being. Don’t look it in the eye.

[zeakis]

nolan patrick 2019-2023. migranes.

i will make a zine(?) at some point

[brinkofinsanity]

Game Winning Goal

a/n: guys i gotta be careful now. jamie has my number…

warnings: no plot, just porn, mentions of high school chorus 🫣🫣

@drysdalesv @shy4turcs you guys are amazing 🫶

There was something about your fiancé leaving the house in an all-black suit. Was it because it brought you back to high school choir? Was it because he looked good in everything? Was it because you were ovulating? Perhaps it was a mix of all three. You decided to stay at home and watch the Flyers/Sharks game, knowing it would be an easy win for Jamie. Before the game started, you treated yourself to a spa day, hoping to distract yourself from thoughts of Jamie in an all-black suit. So far, it was going well until Jamie stepped onto the ice for puck drop, and all those thoughts rushed back.

Jamie played exceptionally well tonight and scored a goal. You knew he would be in a good mood when he came home, so you hurried to put on his favorite pair of lacy black underwear and matching balconette bra. For an added touch, you threw on his alternate Flyers jersey to complement the black lingerie.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as you started to imagine all the things he would do to you as soon as he walked into your apartment.

Suddenly, you heard your front door unlock, and Jamie called out, “I’m home!” He knew he would find you sprawled out on your bed dressed in one of your lingerie sets.

You waited in the doorway for your fiancé to meet you in your bedroom. As soon as you saw him, you immediately kissed him, and he started leading you to the edge of the bed. Laying you down gently, Jamie deepened the kiss and ran his free hand up his jersey, unclipping your bra. “I don’t want anything in the way of me and my beautiful girl,” he said when you gave him a puzzled look. He pulled down your underwear so you were just in his jersey. He pushed your legs open to see how wet you were while you waited for him to come home.

“Just as I suspected. You’re absolutely drenched.”

“Only for you, Jamie.”

You could feel his stubble on your inner thighs as he gave you a few kisses. “Jamie, I need you right now. I’ve waited forever,” you groaned when you realized he was going to tease you until you were begging for his dick. Suddenly, you felt his tongue flick your clit, and you writhed at the unexpected sensation. After five years, he somehow managed to find new ways to torture you. You grabbed his hair to make him speed up his tongue movements. Without warning, he added two fingers into you and started hitting your G-spot repeatedly. He wanted you to come at least once with just his mouth. He began to speed up some more once he realized you were close. “Jamie, please, I’m so close,” you said on the brink of your first orgasm. All of a sudden, you felt your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Holy shit, Jamie. That was absolutely incredible.”

“Well, that's good 'cause we aren’t even close to being done,” he replied.

You could feel some stubble burn in between your legs, but it turned you on even more. You loved his stubble. He looked good clean-shaven, but there was something rugged about seeing him with some stubble on, especially when he’s on the ice and his chain peeks out.

You undressed Jamie and pushed him onto the bed. “You did so well tonight, so I want to reward you.” You thought about taking off his jersey, but you knew he got turned on seeing you in his jersey while you had sex.

You straddled his hips before giving some hickeys along his neck and his chest. You could feel jamie grab your hips a little bit tighter wanting to fuck you until you couldn’t walk the next day. Answering his prayers you sank down on his rock hard dick and started bouncing up and down feeling his dick hit your g-spot every time. You could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer as he started meeting your movements halfway and his face became flushed. “Please baby let me come.” your fiancé whimpered when your movements sped up some. Feeling his dick twitch inside of you, you decided to go even faster.

Jamie flipped you over so he could fuck you from behind while he could see his last name sprawled across your back showing who you belonged to. Jamie finished deep inside and kept fucking you while you both came down from your highs.

Jamie layed down next to you and pulled you into his arms while his cum was dripping out of you. After a minute jamie got up to grab you a washcloth and one of his shirts and cleaned you up carefully before laying back down next to you. “You did so good for me princess.” Jamie whispered to you before falling asleep.

[lvrhughes]

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.

[ronandhermy]

@simmyfrobby Wayne Simmonds for the element of Iron

[antrea]

[22.04.24] vs. pittsburgh penguins

[infinitegalahad]

SOMEWHERE IN TRIBECA (PART ONE)

Pairing: Jimmy Vesey x Female! Indentifying Reader Summary: It took Jimmy a second, and it sent him into shock. Chills overtook his body. God, Jimmy felt fucking old, and like a damn dirty dog.  He tried, tried to say no, but he couldn’t. He sent her a rose and threw his phone down.  Not even a minute later, Jimmy’s phone buzzed. Immediately flipping it over and bracing for the worst, he saw the notification that he thought was fake.  (Y/n) liked you! Match to return the conversation.  Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: Age gap, mentions of trauma, depression, and alcoholism/alcohol abuse. Notes: This idea has been infecting my mind for months on end. There's been a lack of Vesey content, and given my expierences this year, I had to contribute them! To myself and Jimmy Vesey, of course. This chapter starts out a little slow, but the buildup is there (and Kevin and Brady being the best bros to ever exist). Things will definitely pick up next chapter, I promise. Idk anyone watched the game tonight, but NO QUIT IN NEW YORK. AND WE DEMAND MORE VESEY CONTENT. I promise to go in more about what the hell happened in my life soon, in another note! Tomorrow since I wanna read some fanfiction and go to bed lol. And Here is a playlist for the story. I recommend listening to Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen and Duckworth by Kendrick Lamar for the best vibes of this story. . Anyways enjoy!! :) Taglist | Masterlist

Jimmy had been sitting a whole thirty minutes in a corner until somebody noticed him. 

Jimmy didn’t want to be there, but he really didn’t want to be there. Even before Kevin’s and Katya’s wedding, he had spent so many days drinking and socializing. Not that he had an issue with it, but nothing was new and interesting with him, minus being thrown around the country before landing back in New York. With his new contract, he was secured in New York. No more jumping around, for at least another two years. 

And of course, it had to be Kevin four beers deep. He dragged himself over from one edge of the table to another, draping an arm around Jimmy. Jimmy, of course, threw his phone down at sight. 

“You need to meet somebody,” Kevin bluntly stated, as if Jimmy didn’t know that. Jimmy looked around the table to see the gaggle of Rangers, ex-Rangers, and Philadelphia players, all with wives or girlfriends. 

“I’m trying,” Jimmy quietly said, not making eye contact as he held his beer. 

“Well, you need to try harder,” Kevin said, slinging an arm around Jimmy. You’re telling me you can’t find anybody?” 

Jimmy sighed and shrugged his shoulders, looking at Kevin with a helpless look. He wanted to crack a joke, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He knew there was a sadness in his eyes. He felt like he had most of everything, even though it was perfect, but he lacked one thing; somebody else. 

Here he is, as a thirty-year-old, still in the same boat he was at eighteen. After years of one serious relationship, a few hookups here and there in between moving teams, and another serious relationship that devastated him, Jimmy felt like couldn’t catch a break, nor could he catch one. 

Jimmy shook his head and took a swig of his beer. He had been keeping count, and it was his first one of the night. It wouldn’t be his last, but that was for later. He didn’t like getting drunk, especially around other people. Years of drinking he thought would have taught him to hold it, and he can, just not his emotions. Those always manage to come out. Everybody at the table knew that since they had seen it. 

Secret Garden lowly played in the background of Blue Ribbon, matching the quaint and hipster ambiance of the SoHo restaurant. 

Kevin was an asshole, but he was a loveable asshole. Jimmy was a brother to him, and he knew when and when to not make fun of him. He patted Jimmy’s shoulder and brought him close. He didn’t make a big deal of Jimmy’s loneliness, which Jimmy thanked him for. He simply sat and closed his eyes, feeling lightly tipsy as he listened to the low melody of the lyrics. He had tickets for a Bruce Springsteen Concert Labor Day Weekend, which was literally next weekend, and yet no one to go with. 

When that stupid lonely emotion started to make him feel heavy and shitty, Jimmy sighed and pulled his seat out. 

“I need to piss,” Jimmy mumbled to Kevin and patted his shoulder. He made a quick escape to the bathroom, needing a moment to pull himself together. 

Kevin wanted to go after him, but he knew JImmy needed his time. Out of the whole table, Jimmy was the only guy without a partner. And as much as Kevin loved him, it was point blank obvious before, during, and even after the wedding. Everybody was aware of it, and whale they did what they could, nothing budged, and nor would Jimmy. 

The other guys had dates, but that was different. Jimmy came, per usual, empty handed. From what Kevin knew, he hadn’t been out on the market since he his breakup with Madison. Jimmy didn’t like to talk about her or how it ended. Of course, he had moved past it, but some of the past was holding him back. 

Kevin looked down and saw Jimmy’s caseless iPhone on the counter. The screen was bright under the hardwood table, and Kevin’s thoughts were racing. He didn’t know if it was the beers talking or him, but a minute later Jimmy’s phone was in his hand. It showed off his Hinge profile, which Kevin partly didn’t want to see, but was also incredibly curious. 

In good old Jimmy Vesey nature, in between the zoomed photos and short prompt responses, it lacked character and information. No wonder he was having no luck; his presentation on daring apps was awful,

“Kevin, what the fuck?” 

Nearly pissing himself as a grown map, Kevin held the phone to his chest and swung over to see a topple of gorgeous salt and pepper hair; it was Brady. With a furrowed eyebrow and flushed cheeks, Brady gave a confused expression both at whatever he and Kevin just witnessed. 

Brady held his hand out, and Kevin let out a sad sigh. He handed it over, and Brady took a few seconds to scroll, making both disgusted and cringed faces at Jimmy’s profile. 

“My best trait is being chill?” Brady cringed.

“It’s better than his first photo being of him–at Harvard,” Kevin put his head into his hands, “Oy vey.” 

“I love Jimmy, but this is not a good look,” Brady said as he scrolled through his profile again. 

“What’s not a good look?” Katya said as she came behind. He saw Kevin and Brady loudly moping and throwing a phone around. 

Kevin and Brady helplessly looked at Katya, and Kevin handed her Jimmy’s phone. Takenaback, Katya took the phone. She was blinded up the bright and cracked screen of purple and white, but quickly adjusted to the profile. Taking her time as she scrolled through, she also too had a face of disgust.

“Oh wow, that is…” Katya said, trying to formulate words, “This is not good.”

“Oh believe us, we know,” Brady sighed as he pushed back his hair. 

“He couldn’t even get a date–” Kevin moped as he fell back into the table, “A damn date! Jimmy’s a fox, he can get any girl he wants–”

“--If he puts in the effort,” Brady finished Kevin’s sentence. 

Katya still stared at the screen. The photos weren’t the issue, it was just the presentation. She had known Jimmy for years. For a many who played Hockey, he was one of the better ones. He was kind but most importantly respectful. She knew his breakup had devastated him through the many long phone calls and Jimmy’s stays at there summer house, but it had almost been five years since he broke up with Madison. Especially since Jimmy was going to be in New York for a long time. 

Out with the old, and in with the new. 

“And he can do that, with some help,” Katya said as she sat between Kevin and Brady. Kevin and Brady, grab your phones. Send me every good photo of Jimmy you have right now.” 

“What are you-” Kevin asked before Katya placed a finger on his lip. 

“Best photos of Jimmy, now. Please and thank you.” 

When Jimmy came back to the table, at least five different guys and their partners were huddled together. Curious, Jimmy walked forward. Among the hushed whispers and nods, his phone was handed back to him–by Kevin, of course, who was red and all smiley. He giggled like a mischievous child, and knowing Kevin, he was up to no good. 

“What did you do?” Jimmy bluntly questioned, shoving his phone into his pocket. 

“Absolutely nothing,” Brady stated, putting his hands together. Jimmy looked down at him as Brady contained his laughter. Confused, Jimmy looked at both of them with a “what the fuck” expression. 

“You’ll see,” Kevin pointed out, “Don’t worry.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, “Well, I’m scared to look. And I’m very worried.”

As Kevin and Brady drunkenly laughed, Katya noticed and came over. She put a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder and reassuringly patted it. 

“Don’t listen to them,” Katya reassured, “You will be totally fine. We just…helped you out.” 

Now Jimmy was beyond fucking confused. Not to mention, he was tired. And he was feeling a lot of emotions he didn’t want to be feeling or thinking about. But the anger was outweighed by his sheer exhaustion. With a yawn, Jimmy sighed, figuring out it was a dumb prank. 

“Well, fuck the whole lot of you, I’m going home,” Jimmy announced. Acting over dramatically upset, Kevin and Brady wished him a goodbye. They laughed as well, telling him to “be careful” and “make sure to use a condom”. Jimmy scoffed and shrugged it off as teasing, primarily coming from the alcohol. After bidding his goodbye and congrats, Jimmy grunted and ordered himself an uber. The subway was not the route tonight. All he wanted to do was just get home and most importantly, be alone.

Even though he hated it. 

–

Name: Jimmy

Age: 30

Location: New York

Hometown: Boston

Occupation: Sports Professional

School: Harvard

My Ideal Date: Trying out a new recipe together at home, followed by a cozy movie night with homemade popcorn and our favorite snacks. As long as I get to be the big spoon. 

A random fact about me that surprises people…: I read a lot. My favorite way to unwind after a long day is curling up with a good book and a cup of tea. Looking for a cuddle buddy. 

I'm Looking For: Long-term, open to short-term (Monogomy)

Two Truths and a Lie: I speak Mandarin fluently, I play for a professional sports team, and I love Sushi. 

My Anthem: Crash Into Me by Dave Matthews Band

Jimmy sent you a rose. 

Name: (Y/n)

Age: 21

Location: New York

Hometown: New York

Occupation: Consultant and Law Student 

School: GW, UVA, Columbia Law School

My ideal weekend getaway destination is...: A charming bed and breakfast in a quaint coastal town, where I can spend my days exploring local shops, indulging in fresh seafood, and taking long walks along the beach.

I'm Looking For: Long-Term Relationship. No games, please. 

A random fact about me that surprises people...: Despite my innocent appearance, I have a mischievous side that loves to tease and flirt shamelessly.

My Anthem: Fire Fly by Childish Gambino

You now have a new match.

–

Jimmy got home around 9:30ish. Naturally, his growing feeling of loneliness had remained with constant reminders. The couple on the edge of the street, the doorman asking if he had been coming back from a date, and the worst of all; the damn couple in the elevator. With ti already being a small space, they couldn’t keep their hands off eachother. With Jimmy watching them unable to keep their hands off eachother, it made it all the more awkward. 

Hitting the 56th floor, Jimmy escaped. He heard giggles and shushes as the elevator silently shut. Looking back and sighing, Jimmy scoffed and dug in his pocket to grab his keys. 

He opened the door and was welcomed to a dark and unlived-in apartment illuminated by the World Trade Center and the skyline of Hoboken. As the light danced on the water, Jimmy kicked off his shoes, threw his keys into a bowl full of restaurant cards and matchboxes, and switched on the overhead lights. He wanted to rip off his clothes and simply decompress. 

A rinse-off and Corona certainly did the job for Jimmy. Slipping on a pair of boxers and an aged Harvard Men’s Hockey shirt, Jimmy took his beer and jumped into bed. The drinking was bad in college, and Jimmy thought it would go away with age, but somehow, it got worse—especially when he was alone and feeling what he called his therapist “things he didn’t want to feel.” 

Mindlessly scrolling through Netflix, he had already finished another beer. The bitter and blunt taste left a heavy taste in his mouth. He leaned back and let out a loud sigh, knowing he didn’t want another one. But he had training tomorrow, and he needed a good sleep. 

Forcing himself out of bed, Jimmy dragged himself to the kitchen. Opening the fridge and grabbing a beer, he looked at his phone for a distraction, checking his notifications. Emails, texts, and most importantly–Hinge notifications. 

He went from having two likes to fifteen, which was certainly progress. Forgetting his beer, Jimmy proceeded to scroll his matches. Expecting some hope, he found none. None of them rang a bell. Jimmy rested against the counter, resting his hand on his cheek as he mindlessly scrolled. 

Too boring, Too old, Too Familiar–

However, reaching his last match, something caught Jimmy’s attention.

It was a short yellow and lace dress, a bright smile, rosy cheeks, and dewy (y/s/c) skin. The girl posed with another group of girls, but among them, she stood out. Not just because of her dress (and how well it fit her and defined her figure), but it was how dead-drop gorgeous Jimmy thought she was. She had looked done up, but in a natural way, with soft makeup and silky curled (y/h/c) (y/h/t). Regardless, something about her intrigued Jimmy and made him feel warm inside. 

Upon further scrolling, (Y/n) was the yellow dress girl’s name. All of her photos were, as the first, beautiful. In the photos with groups, she always stood out in the best way possible. There were photos of her with friends, one of her serving in tennis, one with her diving on a beach–they all caused Jimmy to stare longer than he usually did. Not to mention, her prompts were perfect and interesting. (Y/n)  was adventurous, flirty, and full–a total minx. A mixture of gorgeous and cute, who had a fiery streak. Just what Jimmy loved. 

Not to mention, (Y/n) was smart, which made her more attractive than she already was. A political communication major, a former Divison 1 tennis player, and someone who just got her Master’s in Public Policy, she was more than accomplished.   

“Beauty and brains,” Jimmy smirked to himself, scrolling through his profile. The beer had become a pastime. 

Reaching the first photo, Jimmy scrolled to see her recent job. She was in her first year at Columbia Law School, working part-time as a consultant at one of those big think tanks. 

And she was twenty-fucking-one years old. 

It took Jimmy a second, and it sent him into shock. Chills overtook his body.

God, Jimmy felt fucking old, and like a damn dirty dog. 

He tried, tried to say no, but he couldn’t. He sent her a rose and threw his phone down. 

Not even a minute later, Jimmy’s phone buzzed. Immediately flipping it over and bracing for the worst, he saw the notification that he thought was fake. 

(Y/n) liked you! Match to return the conversation. 

(Y/n)’s profile opens, and Jimmy’s heart stops. She might be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Through a series of speed tying to the point were his eyes blur att he small letters on the screen, Jimmy throws his phone down, again. He does it again–a stupid decision, of course. 

Jimmy: Consultant by day, law student by night, and a secret tease all the time? I think we might just be a match made in heaven. 

Nervously speeding back to his bedroom, he sat on the edge on his bed when his phone buzzed. Not even a minute later, and y/n responded. 

Y/n: Heyy Jimmy ;) Sexy, sporty, and smart? You’re a rare breed lol You’re definitely my kind of guy

In between (Y/n)’s response and her profile, Jimmy switched back and forth. Fuck, she was an absolute beauty. Inside most importantly, but also out. 

Jimmy:  You’re definitely my kind of girl. You seem fun. Why don’t we test out our chemistry? 😉 Y/n: What ideas do you have for a date? Jimmy: How about we put our brains and flirtation skills to the test over dinner sometime? Y/n: Haha damnnn Are you a Harvard exam? Because you've got me feeling all kinds of pressure 😏

A flash of white and yellow lace flashed across Jimmy’s eyes. He imagined his fingers tracing her thighs, which hugged the short edges of her dress, slowly riding up her curved thighs and-

Jimmy blinked and shook his head, distracting himself by typing up a response, red as a lovesick puppy.

Jimmy: Slow your horses, sweetheart Good thing I'm great under pressure. Let's see if you can keep up. Y/n: Haha I can you old man lol ;) Not even a hi, hello, how is your night And they say chivalry is dead lol  Jimmy:  How is your night? You’re the tease, not me.  Y/n:  And you fell into my trap lol It’s better now I’m bed with a face mask on lol, how about you? 

Jimmy felt a cool breeze as he made himself comfortable, bringing the heavy comforter over his lower body. 

Jimmy:  Not too bad, it would be better if you were right next to me.  As the little spoon, of course Y/n:  Hmmm, that is a tempting idea  You’re tall, you look like you give good cuddles Jimmy:  Anything to make you smile You have a beautiful smile, by the way Y/n: Aww, thank you ;) You’re pretty handsome, ngl   Once again you’re my type haha  Jimmy:  And you’re a dream come true I wanna know more about you, y/n Want me to order an uber? 

Fuck. It was a dumb response, but Jimmy couldn’t control himself around Y/n. He just wanted to see her in person. Not even to touch her, but to see her. If he could lucky, even hold her. Jimmy just wanted the company and the warmth, not her body. 

Y/n:  Oh wow! Not even the first date yet haha  Guess you are right, chivalry truly isn’t dead lol

With his thoughts racing, Jimmy overthought her response, which he never did with anyone. 

Jimmy:  I was joking, don’t worry. Not a dirty dog for nothing I just wanna get to know you because you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen on the app so far.   Y/n:  I knew it, I can tell you are a good guy don’t worry :) I wanna get to know you too, I like talking to you…a lot I’ve got some questions to ask you

Jimmy felt his cheeks go red as he smiled, hearitng all three of her messages. 

Jimmy:  And you are a good girl, straight off the bat  I like talking to you too 😌 I’m an open book. Speak to me  Y/n:  It’s about your two truths and lie I’m good at this game, but I can’t figure it out. Walk me through it? Jimmy:  And what do I get in exchange with you?  Y/n:  My company, of course! Jimmy:  Fair point, y/n.  I said dinner, but I just remembered something. Are you free on Labor Day weekend? Specifically, Sunday?  Y/n:  Yes…why ask? Jimmy: You, me, suite tickets to Bruce Springsteen at Metlife. Uber, drinks, and dinner are all on me.  Anxiously awaiting her response, (Y/n) took her time to respond, but eventually came through.  Y/n:  That doesn’t sound too bad at all  Alright, you got me  But I have one rule  Jimmy:  Talk to me, baby  Y/n:  Answer my questions nothing but truthfully?  Jimmy:  Of course, honesty is key.  What are your questions, sweetheart? Y/n:  Do you play for the New York Rangers, Mr. Hobey Baker? 

Holding the phone in his hand, Jimmy looked at the message and the time. It was just a little past eleven. When he thought his night was ending, it was only beginning. 

Jimmy:  Y/n, what time do you have to get up tomorrow? Y/n: Not early Why ask? Jimmy: I’m not a good texter. How does call sound? Y/n: Not even the first date…and I’m not saying no, at all 

Within the minute, she sent her number. 

For the first time in a while, Jimmy didn’t feel lonely. It was a change in scenery—a nice one, too.