#philadelphia flyers blurb

[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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[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.”

[holy-puckslibrary]

˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗ 

an accidental blurb verse inspired by this post.

#1 — not in a position to be picky #2 — embarrassed, or embarrassingly turned on? #3 — back where it belongs #4 — playing hard to get #5 — first time for everything with more to come...

tag(s) — #spit saga | #in conversation: spit saga

my inbox my main blog — @holy-pucks

[birdiewriteslit]

thinking many thoughts about jamie drysdale x actress!reader

i think it would start out with an interview for tiktok that goes something like this:

“So, Jamie, who’s your celebrity crush?” the interviewer asked.

Jamie thought of somebody immediately. He glanced at Cam and could tell by his smirk that he knew exactly who he was thinking of. “Uh, I don’t have one.”

Cam scoffed loudly. “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. He really likes this actress, the one from House of the Dragon, Y/n L/n. We watched the show together and he was obsessed.”

Jamie rubbed a hand over his face as he felt himself blush. “Stop it, dude. Don’t air out my business like that.”

“Don’t lie next time,” Cam said simply, shrugging as if he did nothing wrong.

The video went somewhat viral on hockey TikTok, and one of your costars ended up showing it to you.

You pretended like it didn’t affect you, but hockey players were always your type, and Jamie was so good looking.

About a week after the video dropped, you were at a movie premiere doing press interviews when the subject was brought up.

“Do you know who Jamie Drysdale is?” asked the woman interviewing you, holding the mic out in front of you.

You felt yourself smile involuntarily. “Yeah, the Flyers player. I know of him.”

“I’m guessing you’ve seen the video,” she said, grinning in satisfaction.

“Yeah, I have,” you said, feeling the heat rise to your face. “He’s cute, but I’m not much of a Philly fan, so I don’t know if he’d like that.”

The interviewer nodded, pausing to wink at the camera before looking back at you. “If he were to slide into your DMs, so to speak, would you reply?”

“I might,” you said honestly, letting out a lighthearted laugh.

The interviewer turned to the camera. “You heard it here, folks, we might have a new it couple on our hands, if a certain somebody hits her up.”

You were sure your embarrassment was completely noticeable at this point, and you smiled politely before dismissing yourself from the interview, which Cam showed Jamie the next day. Let’s just say he wasn’t passing up a good opportunity.

part 2

[toasttt11]

talks

April 8, 2024

“Jay?” Phoenix softly called out as he shut their front door behind him, Phoenix walked through the apartment seeing Jamie sitting on their couch with the balcony door open and enjoying the nice weather.

“Jay.” Phoenix soflty said as he stepped in the living and made Jamie open his eyes and smile softly realizing Phoenix is back home already.

Jamie happily smiled and reached his hands out towards his boyfriend making Phoenix smiled fondly and set the coffee and pasties on the coffee table that he went to grab for them and quickly grabbed on Jamie’s hands and sat down right next to Jamie and set his head on Jamie’s shoulder.

Jamie happily hummed and reached forward grabbing their coffee and handing Phoenix his and holding his own and using his free hand to wrap around Phoenix and play with Phoenix’s blonde curls.

“Thank you.” Jamie softly spoke pressing a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s head.

They had a free morning only busy later in the afternoon so they spent a good while just cuddling in Jamie’s bed before Phoenix got up and left to pick them up some breakfast.

There was only a few games left of the season and they did not make playoffs so their off season will start soon.

Phoenix had gotten an offer to join team USA in worlds but he hasn’t accepted or denied yet nor has he told Jamie yet, he knew Jamie was getting surgery done once the season was over and he didn’t want to be gone for that and wanted to be there for his boyfriend but he also knew he needed to tell Jamie about the offer because they need to communicate.

Phoenix took a deep breath and set his coffee back on the table and gentle took Jamie’s too setting it on the table as well.

Jamie frowned slightly confused watching as Phoenix toon a few deep breaths before Phoenix gently grabbed his hands, “I got an offer for worlds.”

“Darling! This is incredible!” Jamie beamed proudly quickly pressing a few kisses to Phoenix’s face but pulled back not seeing Phoenix looking that happy, “Or is it not?” Jamie questioned confused but squeezed Phoenix’s hands encouraging.

“It is. Of course it’s an honor but what about your surgery i might not be able to be there for all of it.” Phoenix looked extremely worried at the idea of not being there for Jamie.

Jamie’s face softened completely in complete adoration for Phoenix, “Phoenix my darling, while i’m very grateful you want to be there for everything it is okay if you aren’t, i am more than okay with it.” Jamie was so extremely fond of this boy.

“Are you sure?” Phoenix looked slighty hopeful because while he wanted to be with Jamie for absolutely everything he did know Trevor accepted to playing at Worlds and Phoenix has barely played with his brother ands it’s something he enjoys.

“Of course.” Jamie smiled softly and gently rubbed the back of Phoenix’s head, “Besides by the time you’re at Worlds i’ll be pretty much healed up and can join you.” Jamie suggested smiling at the exicted look on Phoenix’s face.

“Okay.” Phoenix nodded let out a sigh, “I’ll go.”

Jamie smiled pressed a long kiss to his lips before pulling back and resting their foreheads together, “I’m not wearing anything US though.” Jamie playfully teased making Phoenix chuckle.

[brinkofinsanity]

American Experience

warnings: established relationship, smut, oral (m and f receiving), not proofread

a/n: dear AEO corporate i’m definitely not an employee and this is definitely not written after stocking the halloween boxers xoxo,not riley

@shy4turcs ty for helping me 🫶🫶

Jamie inquired, holding up the gift, “You don’t expect me to wear these, do you?” American Eagle had their Halloween merchandise out, including some appropriately themed boxers.

“I thought I could give you the full American experience,” you replied casually.

Three weeks had passed, and you had honestly forgotten about the boxers you bought him. It wasn’t until he called you into your shared bedroom.

“Hey, Y/N, come here; I need you.”

“What’s u-“ Your thoughts vanished as you saw your boyfriend sprawled out on the bed, wearing American flag boxers with an erection poking out from the hotdog part.

After staring for what felt like an eternity, you made your way to the bed’s edge. ���Do you want me to help you, or are you just showing me your boxers?” you asked.

“Yes,” Jamie replied.

He sat up to give you a better view, and you knelt down in front of him. Gently, you took hold of his throbbing erection and began to stroke him, causing a whimper to escape his lips.

“Please, I need you.”

You gradually took him into your mouth, sliding down his length until you deepthroated him completely.

He had forgotten how good your mouth felt around him. He grabbed your hair and began to guide you, his enthusiasm surprising you. Normally, he was quiet and enjoyed running his fingers through your hair while you pleasured him.

Between your skilled efforts and his own movements, it became clear that he wouldn’t last much longer. His moans intensified, and you felt his dick twitch. After he climaxed into your mouth, you grabbed a tissue to clean up and joined him on the bed.

“It’s my turn to repay you,” Jamie said as he took your place on the floor. He slowly removed your underwear and teased you by tracing a finger along your folds. You were already dripping with excitement from the sight of him in those boxers.

“Please, Jamie, don’t tease,” you pleaded, eager for his touch. Thankfully, he obliged. He began to suck on your clit and inserted a finger inside you. His movements alternated between sucking and rubbing, and before long, you felt your climax building.

“Jamie, I’m close,” you warned him. He quickened his pace, and your legs trembled as your peak approached. Jamie rose from the floor and lay down beside you. You kissed him passionately, not minding the taste of yourself.

“I think I like the American experience,” he teased.

“I do too,” you replied, smiling, as you cuddled together.

[offside-the-lines]

I’m Sorry, We’re Out Of Time

A/N: I just had to get this out of my brain or I won’t be doing ANYTHING ELSE this week. Truly wrote this on my phone over the past hour or so. Not proofread or edited. I have no idea if it even makes any sense. Also no titles. Fucking I don’t know. IT’S A MONDAY. JESUS. It’s around 800 words. Edit: just found out he was already in nashville with the team and didnt fly out until the following morning but *hand wave* narratives. (Also posted on AO3)

About: Jamie’s trade, unsaid and said words, inner turmoil, angst and sadness

Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Trevor Zegras

Jamie always meant to tell Trevor that he loved him. Always thought he would have the time. Time for what? He doesn’t really know. Time to find the right words, he guesses? The perfect words. Words that will make Trevor know that he wasn’t joking. Something Trevor won’t just laugh off. Time to figure out their future together.

He plays with his phone in his lap as he sits in the back of the Uber, stuck in the Monday afternoon traffic near LAX.

His phone starts to vibrate in his hand and he doesn’t need to look to know who it is. He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, letting his head drop back onto the headrest.

Click. He hears the call connect but doesn’t know what to say.

He hears the shallow breathing on the other end of the phone. A sharp intake of breath. A “Jamie?” whispered through a cracking voice.

In all the years he has known Trevor, he has never heard him quiet. Even the silent treatment, Trevor did loudly. This quiet unsettles him.

He let out a shaking breath. “Yeah, Z.”

“I — I saw — Is it true? You are — oh god — Are you?” His voice getting impossibly quieter.

In the back of a Prius, Jamie feels his chest clench painfully and thought for a second that if he had a heart attack, he probably wouldn’t have to leave. Philly probably won’t want someone who gets heart attacks over a teammate sounding impossibly sad.

He can breathe. He can swallow down his own heartbreak. Yeah, that he can do; be there for Trevor. “Yeah, Trev.”

“FUCK!”

The sudden change in pitch makes Jamie jump so high he almost hits his head on the roof.

Before Trevor could say anything else — Jamie knew if Trevor asked to see him, he would break — Jamie gently offers, “They already picked me up in an Uber. I’m on my way to LAX right now. I’m sorry. I wish I could have told you earlier. I’m sorry. It just all happened so fast.” He feels his voice catch in the back of his throat; he tries to swallow the lump down without success.

Through the phone, he hears Trevor sniffle. “Oh.” His voice is so small that Jamie can only guess that’s what he said before a small muffled sob trickles through.

Jamie clenches his fist so tight he thinks he might break his hand. What’s another injury anyway. He didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything; just focusing on his breathing while trying his hardest not to hear whatever sounds Trevor was making. Trying not to think.

He’s not sure how long they sit in silence when the driver lets him know they were almost there.

“Hey, Z? We’re pulling up to the airport so I’m going to have to hang up soon. We’ll still talk all the time okay? Like in the summer. It’ll be okay.”

“Yeah?” Jamie tries not to hear the wobble in his voice

“Yeah, bud. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

Trevor lets out a weak snort, injects fake levity into this voice. “Yeah. You’re stuck with me too. Hey, I’ll see you in Mexico right?”

Jamie hums his agreement even though he doesn’t know if he will be able to do it. To see Trevor again after all this. He’s almost glad the Ducks have already played almost their games against the Flyers this year.

They sit in silence for a little while longer as Jamie watches the car pull into the terminal.

“Hey Trev —” he starts.

“Jamie, I love you,” Trevor whispers, quiet but no shake in his voice.

Jamie feels all the air leave his lungs. He almost chokes on his own tongue. His head spins as he slams his eyes shut. The blood rushing in his ears drowning out the sound of his Uber driver throwing the car in park and getting out to grab his bags.

This motherfucker always has the worst timing, Jamie thinks, panic welling up. There isn’t time for Jamie to dissect what he means by that. If Trevor means that like—

There isn’t time for Jamie to decide what his plan A is. Or Plan B. Or—

There isn’t time for anything.

So he just does what he always does. “Yeah, Z. Duh. Love you too, bud. I’ll see you soon yeah? We just pulled in and I gotta go.”

“Oh yeah, for sure. Have a good flight, I guess. Send me a pic or whatever,” Trevor says.

“Yeah you too. Um, later, dude.”

“Yeah,” Trevor says, “bye Jamie.”

And the line goes dead.

Jamie slams his head on the head rest and lets out a choked scream. “Fuck,” he says to no one as he steps out into the tepid early evening air outside LAX.

[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!

[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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[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

1.35k words

-> short n’ sweet masterlist

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.”

[itsjusthockey]

Jamie. Tonight.

[sundriedmilano]

yeah hi

[lifeofpriya]

My Moon - Morgan Frost imagine

[gif credit goes to @phillyjoel]

song of the fic: Channa Mereya by Arijit Singh

should i write a pt 2 to this? lmk

translated lyrics are here

"And you may now kiss your husband..."

Morgan felt his heart drop to his stomach as he watched you kiss your newlywed husband. He quietly observed from the sidelines; watching you and your spouse exchange bright smiles at each other.

Your eyes slightly flickered towards the crowd, the once bright smile on your face soon dissipated into a deep frown when they landed on a familiar face: Morgan.

Morgan's lips were pressed into a line as he tightly smiled at you, he clapped along with the rest of the guests with tears pooling in his eyes. You could tell they weren't tears of happiness, but rather, tears of dread and resignation.

You then watched as he let out a long, low sigh and wiped the tears away from his face before turning around and headed towards the exit.

You were soon interrupted from your rushing thoughts by the sound of Dylan's voice. "Is everything alright, Y/N?"

Instinctively, you slowly nodded your head and flashed a small smile at your husband. "Yeah, I just had something in my eye," you made up an excuse as your hand flew up to your eyes. You didn't want to tell him about the real reason why your mood suddenly shifted. "But I think I got it out now..."

You could hear your voice drag on as you spoke. The somber look on Morgan's face couldn't escape from your mind; it haunted you.

"Anyways, I think we should go get the photos taken by now..." Dylan's voice sounded drowned out to you at this point, you couldn't be bothered to listen to him, so you simply nodded along to what he said.

\\\

Morgan peeked down at his phone as it let out a 'ding' sound.

Snapchat: Check out this memory from 3 years ago!

Letting out a sigh, he clicked on the notification, which took him to the app. When he got onto the Snapchat app, he was met with an old photo of him and you merrily smiling with the faint skyline of Toronto in the background; you were hanging onto him for dear life as he gave you a piggyback ride.

"Old love, huh?" Morgan was soon brought back to reality by a slightly gruff but warm voice. He shifted in his seat and soon was face-to-face with a man whom he assumed was in his late 50s-early 60s.

The Canadian tentatively nodded his head in response to the mysterious man's question. "Yeah, they were the love of my life..."

The mysterious man then quirked an eyebrow at Morgan, "...but?"

"They got married to someone else," Morgan let out a breathless whisper and tucked his phone back into his suit jacket. "I just came back from the ceremony."

The mysterious man slightly nodded his head; a light frown was etched onto his lips as he glanced at the young man in front of him. "Well, there's this old saying," he cleared his throat before continuing to speak, "if you love someone, set them free..."

"But isn't that a bad thing?"

"Wait, I wasn't finished yet, son," the mysterious man dryly chuckled at Morgan. "If they come back, they're yours; if they don't, they never were."

"What are you trying to get at here?"

"Love isn't as black and white as fairy tales make it seem to be...sometimes, love involves sacrifices; a sacrifice like showing the person you love them so much that you put their happiness before your own..."

The mysterious stranger then took a sip of his whiskey in between his breaths, "It takes a strong person to forgive someone that left them and then wants to come back. Son, what I'm trying to say is: if you had the chance of having that person in your life forever, is the reward of that worth the risk?"

\\\

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[birdiewriteslit]

part 2 of jamie drysdale x actress!reader aka my new obsession

I know I said that Jamie was not gonna miss the opportunity to slide into your DMs, but everything he typed out sounded lame in his head, so he decided to come back to it after his game.

Little did he know, he wouldn’t have to slide in at all.

By sheer coincidence (you had a friend who was dating a player and you took advantage of it), you were there after the game as he exited the locker room.

He stood there for a moment, starstruck and staring. Your friend met up with her boyfriend, him nudging Jamie and snickering before they walked off together.

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” you introduced, holding your hand out for him to shake.

“I know,” he said stupidly. “I mean, hi, I’m Jamie.” He shook your hand, cursing himself mentally.

“I know.” You smiled shyly, toying with the hem of your jersey.

He grinned back at you, then cleared his throat. “So, is your nickname like Miss Beautiful or something?” Jesus Christ, that was the worst line ever, Jamie thought. But it made you laugh, so he honestly didn’t care how embarrassing it was.

“No, who said that?” Your smile was infectious, and he couldn’t help smiling back.

“I did, just now,” he quipped, face flushing slightly.

“Well, you’re a funny guy, Jamie.” You turned your face away from his, once again playing with the fabric of your jersey. There were butterflies swarming in your stomach. Jamie was so gorgeous, especially after a game with his hair in his eyes and his nose red from the cold.

“I’m not trying to be funny, I really do think you’re beautiful,” he said earnestly.

“I thought it was cute,” you admitted, looking back up into his eyes. “Do you wanna go out sometime, Drysdale?”

“Only if you take off that Bruins jersey.” Jamie motioned to the large B on your chest and the number 35 on your arms.

“Right here, right now? Take me out for dinner first,” you teased.

Jamie flushed deep red. “No, I mean, you should wear my jersey- I mean, you can support your team, but-“

“I’m pulling your leg, Jamie. I’ll wear your jersey, but only if you’re not playing Boston,” you promised, watching as the corners of his mouth twitched up.

“We have a home game Saturday night. Would you wear it then?” he asked hopefully.

“Take me out Friday night, and we can discuss it over dinner.” You reached forward and brushed a piece of lint off of his chest, completely disregarding whatever gave you the confidence to do so.

“Yeah, sure, that sounds great, we can do that.” Jamie spoke quickly, nearly stuttering over his words as he watched the smile on your face get bigger.

“I’ll see you then,” you said, walking toward where your friend was undoubtedly waiting for you outside.

Jamie watched you leave, utterly shocked at how he managed to score a date with you, and when you looked over your shoulder to see his broad grin, you felt pretty lucky too.

[toasttt11]

missed you

May 18, 2022

Livia rubbed her eyes leaning her head off the glass of the plane window. She was heading back home after the Stars had gotten out of the playoffs during game seven.

She was excited to be home and she did just get to see her parents and brother as they came out to see a few of her playoffs games but she was most exicted to see her best friend Wyatt, as she hasn’t seen him since she played in Toronto in March but that was the only time she saw him since she left for Dallas in September. It’s the longest they have ever went of not seeing each other.

Livia had seen Luke in January when she played the red wings but she only saw him that once since August.

Livia also hasn’t seen her two best friends together and the three all being together in a long time and she truly misses the days she saw them everyday and spent all day together, she misses her boys and facetime can only do so much.

Livia stood up as the plane as landed and threw on her back pack and purse and grabbed her suitcase from the overhead and walked down the aisle of the plane.

She had a hoodie on and a hat so no one was recognizing her, while she does love the fans but she’s not the biggest social person so it’s not something she loves all the time.

Livia walked through the airport and to the pick up lot where her parents told her they would be. She looked over and her mouth dropped in shock as she realized they weren’t here to pick her up but Wyatt was.

“Livy!” Wyatt grinned widely seeing his best friend and the girl he’s been in love with since the first day of kindergarten.

Livia let out a giggle and hurried over to him she dropped her suitcase handle and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Wyatt’s hands automatically wrapped around her and spun them around both of them laughing happily.

Wyatt gently set her back down on the floor and she looked up through her lashes and Wyatt was just in awe, he has always known she’s absolutely beautiful but she seems to get more beautiful every time he sees her.

“Hi.” Livia beamed at her best happily, her nose scrunching from her smile being so wide.

“Hi.” Wyatt happily chuckled out just staring at her with a large smile.

Wyatt gently pulled her into another hug, “I missed you Livy.” Wyatt whispered softly resting his chin on her shoulder and closing his eyes.

Wyatt hated this season and hated playing hockey with out his best friend and it was so odd to play on not be on the ice with Livia, he couldn’t wait till he joined her in Dallas and they get to play together again.

“I missed you too.” Livia softly whispered back, She had missed Luke terribly when he moved away and stopped playing with Wyatt and her but not playing with Wyatt was like playing with out a hand and she hated how there was always a void where she wanted Wyatt to be, she didn’t understand why she misses Wyatt more than she does Luke.

“Come on, let’s get you home Livy.” Wyatt smile couldn’t have left his face since he saw her. He threw his arm around her shoulder and grabbed her suitcase. Livia smiled happily leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked and Wyatt leaned down pressing a soft kiss of the top of her head that’s covered from her hoodie.