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swissboyhisch · 10 months

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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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itsjusthockey · 4 months

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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.”

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lov1ngdrysdale · 2 days

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could you write something where Jamie’s teammates chirp him for you having hickeys🫣🫣

vampire ✧.* jd9

pairings: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

summary: jamie's teammates bug him after an eventful evening with you.

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT !!! oral (m. receiving)

a/n: this sucks IM SORRY. not proofread yet !!!

"sheesh drysdale, have some fun last night?" cam inquires mockingly as jamie takes off his compression shirt.

some of the guys thought cam's comment was funny enough to chime in themselves.

"you dating a vampire dude?"

"does that not...i don't know...hurt?"

"someone got a little victory present, huh drysdale?"

"dude, you're never living this down."

jamie looks down at his chest and abdomen and turns red. the memories of last night come flooding back to him.

• • •

you push jamie onto the hotel bed and crawl towards where he's sat. he opens his legs wide enough for you to climb between them. one of your hands rests on his chest, while the other cups his square jaw. you pepper kisses all across his face and onto his lips. shortly, you move down his neck to your favorite part of jamie's body: his chest. jamie's hand snakes around your waist and slides down to your ass, giving it a few soft squeezes.

as much as you wanted jamie to scoop you up and slip you underneath him, it was his night. the flyers had just won an incredibly close game, and jamie had the overtime goal. it was his night.

giving your boyfriend your undivided attention, you start to suck on the tender skin of his pecs. he hisses when you sneakily bite the skin, but replaces that sound with quiet moans when you lick the sensitive spot.

you make a path of love marks trailing from his left pec to his right, winding from one side of his abs, to the other, and all the way down to his bulge. needless to say, this took a lot longer than you'd anticipated, but after seeing the end result you were quite pleased with your work.

jamie lays back between the pillows like an angel. his soft skin glistened from the thin sheet of sweat he'd earned from trying to remain calm as you nicked and sucked at his sensitive skin. he's left in his red plaid boxers that you'd recently gifted him.

"god, y/n. looks so sexy, but hurts like a bitch." jamie reaches to his side, swiping a finger across the raw skin and quickly pulls away.

"not done yet jam. was so proud of you tonight, want to show you just how proud i am. so lucky to be your girl."

jamie's head lulls farther back into the pillows at the sound of your voice and your words. you help him pull the boxers down, and his throbbing cock springs upright.

you do not hesitate to take it into your hand, giving it a few pumps before bringing it to your lips. to slightly tease jamie, you press your lips to the tip and kitty-lick it. you wrap your lips around the tip and swirl your tongue around it. jamie brings a leg up into a hinge and thrusts his groin towards your mouth, encouraging you to take his full length.

obeying your boyfriend, you press a kiss on his right thigh and slide his dick all the way into your mouth. you don't stop until you can feel the base of his cock on your lips. jamie whines as you take him. you begin to guide your mouth up and down his member, going at a steady pace.

you look through your eyelashes up towards jamie and he is in a state of pure ecstasy. his eyes are squeezed shut as one hand rests on the back of your head, the other over his mouth. he muffles his moans as best as possible to not concern the hotel neighbors.

"fuck angel, feels so good. so close y/n."

you quicken your pace and feel jamie's body begin to go limp. his knee falls and his hands both rise to grasp your hair. he's guiding your mouth as he rides out his orgasm. you take his warm cum letting it coat your throat.

jamie's catching his breath as you swallow his cum and get up from the bottom of the bed. you crawl up to jamie's chest and rest your head on it. he's still breathing quite heavily, and the layer of sweat only thickened while you pleasured him.

you run a hand through his sleek hair and plant a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you so much jamie", you blurt out.

"I love you so much more angel. thank you for tonight", jamie says as he runs his hand across your back, it is soothing.

"you made me so proud tonight babe, I love being yours." you look up at jamie and he gives you a wide, toothy smile--your favorite.

jamie places a kiss on the top of your head and looks down at his chest once more, "the guys are gonna chirp the fuck outta me tomorrow."

you laugh at his distress and innocently ask, "so...should i not do this again?"

he's quick to answer you, "absolutely not, it's worth it. but shit, cam is gonna never leave me alone."

"well at least you have a girlfriend." you roll your eyes at jamie; sometimes you're not sure if you're dating jamie or if cam is.

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birdiewriteslit · 2 months

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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

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toasttt11 · 14 days

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okay

January 21, 2024

Jamie was sitting in his room on FaceTime with Trevor, listening to Trevor yap about something from practice.

Jamie heard a knock on his door and knew who it was, “Yeah?” Jamie soflty called out and Trevor quieted down looking interested.

Phoenix poked his head looking at Jamie he didn’t notice his little brother on Jamie’s screen, “Hey sorry,” Phoenix apologized quickly seeing he was on call, “Did you want to get lunch before we need to head out?” Phoenix soflty asked knowing Jamie hasn’t eaten lunch yet and they need to head to the stadium in a few hours for their game.

“Yeah give me like fifteen minutes?” Jamie softly nodded and asked him with a soft smile that made Trevor look at him suspiciously.

“No rush.” Phoenix smiled and turned around to walk out.

“Wow! Don’t even say hi to your own brother!” Trevor yelled through the screen making Phoenix turn around and Jamie turned his phone to Phoenix.

Phoenix and Jamie share a fond look of Trevor’s dramatics.

“Hi Trev.” Phoenix softly greeted his baby brother.

“Hi!” Trevor beamed happily back as he got his attention.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Phoenix gave Trevor a look and walked out of the room not wanting to take away from the time Jamie has to talk to his best friend.

Jamie watched Phoenix go with a sappy look o his face and snapped his head back at the phone at the sound of Trevor’s mischievous snicker.

“What?” Jamie asked alreadly dreading what Trevor is going to say.

“You like my brother!” Trevor singsonged with a giant grin on his face.

Jamie blanched and looked extremely pale while also his cheeks flushing bright red, “N-No!” Jamie stuttered out quickly looking extremely panicked.

“Relax Jimmy.” Trevor smiled seeing that Jamie most definitely has a crush on his big brother and his didn’t mind.

“I don’t.” Jamie tried to be stern but his voice wavered, “But uh hypothetically if i did, would that be okay?” Jamie hesitantly asked not looking at the screen.

Trevor felt his face soften and shook his head with a fond smile, “Jamie there is no one else i would want to be with my brother.” Trevor knew how much the two would be good together and while he was sad about the trade he was glad that Jamie got traded to Philly.

“Thanks.” Jamie cleared his throat sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“Now go get food with Nix.” Trevor smiled softly at his best friend once more.

“Bye Z.” Jamie smiled softly back and nodded.

Trevor waved with a grin before he hung up.

Jamie blew out a long breath, Trevor was okay with him liking Phoenix, maybe it was okay to accept what he felt for Phoenix.

Jamie has always felt nervous around Phoenix but not the anxious nervous that he is used to but more of a nervous he really likes, Jamie has always felt himself with Phoenix and Phoenix just always seems to know how to read him in a way Trevor can’t even do.

Jamie nodded slowly and knew he couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel anything for Phoenix anymore, he’s been crushing on him since Trevor introduced them in 2021.

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brinkofinsanity · 8 months

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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.

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale blurb #jamie drysdale smut #ri writes #nhl fanfiction #nhl smut #anaheim ducks #philadephia flyers #philadelphia flyers smut #smut

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offside-the-lines · 4 months

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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.

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ilyasorokinn · 6 months

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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.

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sundriedmilano · 1 year

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yeah hi

#callie’s stuff!#nhl #i love him #carter hart #ch79 #flyers #philly #philadelphia flyers #flyers hockey #nhl pictures #nhl gifs #nhl writing #nhl blurbs #nhl guys

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lifeofpriya · 1 year

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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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#morgan frost #morgan frost imagine #morgan frost imagines #morgan frost blurb #morgan frost blurbs #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #nhl blurbs #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey blurb #hockey blurbs #philadelphia flyers #Spotify

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matthewkniesys · 2 years

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On My Mind- Cutter Gauthier

Summary: Its draft night. The night should be all about where Cutter ends up but instead he can't get the girl that's sitting at the Philadelphia Flyers staff table out of his head...

Pairing: Cutter Gauthier x fem!reader

Warnings: I think one swear word?

A/n: Hey guys! I'm back with another work! This was requested by a nonnie so I hope you like it!! I just wanna say that I've never been to a draft and I have no idea how it goes so this is purely a guess and a work of fiction. Hope you enjoy and as always feedback is always welcome!

Draft day... possibly the most nerve-wracking day in a young hockey players career and yet here was Cutter worrying more about the girl sitting at the table with the Philadelphia flyers staff than the actual draft ahead of him. Who was she? Cutter didn't know but he did know that she was hot. Like potentially the prettiest girl he had ever seen and she definitely looked around his age.

Cutter wasn't really looking for a realationship right now. He is 18, with his whole career ahead of him. He isn't one of those guys who want to focus on only hockey and never get a girlfriend, but right now just isn't the right time. Next year he's gonna be in Boston and long distance wasn't really appealing to him.

That girl though, the one sitting at the flyers table, there is something special about her. Cutter knew it from the moment he first saw her. For him she wouldn't be just the girl he hooked up with on draft night, no, she would be different, something more meaningful, something more permanent.

The draft was about to start and cutter was sitting with his family. He really had no idea where he would be picked. He was pretty sure he would be top ten but he really didn't know. Philadelphia has the 5th pick and honestly is that a team he would love to be on...no, but he needed to meet that girl. He has made it his mission to meet her by the end of the night and being drafted to Philadelphia would make it a whole lot easier.

Pick 1 goes to Juraj Slafkovsky. Surprising that it's not Shane Wright but good for him he deserves it. Pick 2 is Simon Nemec and up next is cutter's good friend logan. He's happy for them but when is it his turn? At 4 is Shane and then it's pick 5. The flyers have pick 5. He knows it's a real possibility that he gets drafted by them. They had, had a few meetings and he knows they are interested in him.

"It's gonna be you next" he hears someone, his dad, say to him quietly.

"Maybe... there's lots of talent in this draft it could be anyone" Cutter replies with.

"But it's gonna be you" and with that they quiet down as they see the philly's executive team head onto the stage. The girl, the one Cutter still has no idea what her name is stands in front of the mic. She starts to speak.

"With the fifth overall pick in the 2022 nhl draft the Philadelphia Flyers are proud to select from the USA national development program... Cutter Gauthier."

To Cutter in that moment it felt like everything stopped. He had just been drafted... drafted to a fucking nhl team, and yet the girl was still in his mind. At least this made it a lot easier to talk to her.

He got out of his seat and without really thinking about it started to hug his family. He felt lIke he was floating and not really conscious. He hugged each family member but it didn't really register. All he could think about was being drafted fifth overall to the flyers and her. He knew he would never get her out of his mind. Not if he ended up with her, not if he never ever talked to her.

He made his way to the stage and and walks up the stairs. He shakes hands and puts on the jersey. He realises as he's putting the jersey on how close he is to her. He stands and takes pictures, then immediately gets ushered to do an interview. He didn't even get a chance to say one thing to her.

He goes through the interview and answers the questions you would expect he would get asked. How are you feeling, what's the experience like, how do you feel about going to the flyers organization, you know stuff like that. He answers the questions without really thinking. His mind is... elsewhere.

He sees her, the girl, walking over to him towards the end of the interview. They wrap it up quickly and Cutter gets up.

"Umm, hey I'm y/n, I'm on the flyers staff and they sent me to get you." Says the girl, no, y/n. Y/n, a pretty name for a pretty girl, thought Cutter.

Cutter follows you, as you weave threw the crowd. Trying to make small talk and also trying to get to know you better he asks "so how old are you?" Asks Cutter.

You laugh and answer "same as you."

"That's cool. I'm Cutter by the way." He says, not thinking about the fact that you definitely already know his name.

"Yeah, believe it or not I kinda know that. I happened to announce your name tonight." You reply laughing once again. You find yourself laughing a lot in the short time you've been chatting with Cutter.

"So I've gotta drop you off here for more interviews" Cutter groans and you turn on your heals to leave.

"Wait, uh could I maybe get your number?" You hear Cutter ask shyly.

You pause for a moment then respond "Sure pretty boy." Cutter passes his phone to you and you quickly add your number.

"I'll talk to you later?" He tells you but it sounds more like a question than a statment.

"Of course, as soon as your done your 100 interviews."

"You'll be on my mind the whole time."

Lmk if yall want more parts cause I could definitely do that! I'm also always open to talk about this so yall can send in concepts or ideas!

Taglist: @markyestapa @1-800-iluvhockey @studsccsnackavoybambi @ancient-remnants-of-love @marcoskasper @pierrelucduboiis @here-for-bords @jayda12 @power2myheart @hockeyboysarehot @hockey-lover86 @estapaluv

Tagging some fellow Cutter lovers: @sean-kuraly @sillinger @cuttergauthierr

#cutter gauthier #cutter gauthier imagine #cutter gauthier blurb #cutter gauthier x reader #claire tries writing <3 #philadelphia flyers #nhl #hockey fanfiction #draft 2022 #2022 nhl draft

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swissboyhisch · 1 year

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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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@findapenny @mp0625 @hischierhaze @11zegras @lvrzegras @francesfarhadi @cixrosie @daisysthings

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itsjusthockey · 4 months

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Jamie. Tonight.

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birdiewriteslit · 2 months

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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.

#birdiewriteslit #birdiewritesfics #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale blurb #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale fluff #jamie drysdale oneshot #jd9 #nhl blurb #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl #hockey imagine #philadelphia flyers

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toasttt11 · 12 days

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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.

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drysdalesworld · 4 months

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masterlist ੈ✩‧₊˚

this is my masterlist for this blog! my first blog is @normspellsman if you want to check out my other works! <3

will include hockey & percy jackson related works

request guidelines! <3

HOCKEY

Anaheim Ducks —

Trevor Zegras

Imagines:

none!

Blurbs:

none!

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

none!

New Jersey Devils —

Nico Hischier

Imagines:

none!

Blurbs:

none!

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

none!

Luke Hughes

Imagines:

none!

Blurbs:

none!

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

puppy love

Jack Hughes

Imagines:

none!

Blurbs:

none!

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

none!

Philadelphia Flyers —

Jamie Drysdale

Imagines:

(pre-trade) always trust the match maker (jamie’s version), part two — ♡ | ☹︎ (ish) | ✧

jamie drysdale x fem!reader ➡︎ in which trevor zegras is the ultimate match maker and proves it to you after your last failed relationship.

sneak peek!

Blurbs:

of puppies & jealousy ( ❦)

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

ducks, ducks, ducks (pre trade)

completely serious

to the moon & back

summer lovin’

beautiful girl

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Imagines:

none!

Blurbs:

none!

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

none!

Kirby Dach

Imagines:

nothing but trouble — ♡ | ☹︎ | ✧

kirby dach x fem!xhekaj!reader ➡︎ in which arber finds out about you & kirby’s relationship. he isn’t very pleased to say the least.

Blurbs:

none!

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

none!

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Imagines:

none!

Blurbs:

orange peel theory

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

quinn girlie

UMICH

Luca Fantilli

Imagines:

always trust the match maker (luca’s version) — ♡ | ☹︎ (ish) | ✧

luca fantilli x fem!reader ➡︎ in which rutger mcgroarty is the ultimate match maker and proves it to you after your last failed relationship.

Blurbs:

“wait, let me get mark!” ➡︎ luca reacting to the tiktok voicemail prank and somehow getting mark involved.

Headcanons:

none!

Social Media:

my lover — ❦

ALL

Headcanons:

them with a highly energetic child

them with a shy & quiet child — ❦

them with a laboring s/o — ❦

Percy Jackson Universe

Percy Jackson

Imagines:

the sun & it’s shadow — ♡ | ☹︎

percy jackson x platonic!fem!nike!reader ➡︎ the sun needs a shadow, a protégé to continue it’s legacy within it’s presence. the sun can live without its shadow, but it’s shadow cannot live without its sun.

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“why are you hanging halfway out your window?” ( ❦ ) ➡︎ in which percy, thalia, & nico catch reader sneaking out to see their partner.

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sixteen candles

Clarisse La Rue

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terrorizing & love notes

Luke Castellan

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work song — ♡ | ☹︎

luke castellan x fem!nike!reader ➡︎ luke would do anything for you, even give up his years long vengeance plan the minute you ask.

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Hockey:

you’d know — j. drysdale

author: @ohmyeyesmyeyes

had a smile on my face the entire time i was reading this work. it’s so cute & made me giggle 🎀

hey, i can be your boyfriend! — n. hischier

author: @theemporium

the fake dating trope is my literal weakness & never fails to make go absolutely feral. i loved how nico was super respectful of reader yet didn’t let jackson & his shit slide at all. the scene where nico picks reader up after the football/soccer game literally had me foaming at the mouth. their works never fail to make me feel some type of way i swear 💓

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