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Drinking to Forget ~ Joel Farabee

Summary: You’re equally concerned and annoyed with your best friend’s sudden habit of getting wasted every few days but when Joel finally tells you the reason for the uptick in drinking you’re left even more shaken up.

Word Count: ~4,900

Warnings: Lots of drinking, mentions of throwing up, smut (kinda? if you’re looking for smut this isn’t the one for you but if you’re avoiding it then probably avoid this)

You had desperately tried to ignore your phone vibrating on your nightstand, rolling away from it as the light from your screen illuminates your room. But by the third ring you knew you needed to answer it or turn your phone off. Fumbling around for the charging cord you give it an annoyed yank before bringing the phone to your ear. “What do you want, Joel?” You grumble.

Joel. He was the person you had been friends with for the longest, a constant in your life. Not because you two independently decided to become friends. It was something of an arranged friendship. Your mom and his mom had met at a prenatal class and quickly became friends, having someone going through the same thing at the same time really brought them together. Their friendship resulted in many, many playdates for you and Joel as children. But once you were old enough to decide you didn’t want to be friends anymore you still stuck around with Joel. Mostly it was because you were shy as a kid, terrified of every new school year. And Joel was far from the shy kid. So you stuck together, growing apart only slightly in elementary school as you started to realize other kids thought it was weird that your best friend was a boy. But once groups started to mingle and gender became less of a factor you found yourself right back in the close friendship you once had with Joel.

While 23 years of friendship meant your friendship was incredibly secure it also meant you weren’t worried that getting on each other’s nerves would push the other person away. So you bickered a lot and you got mad at each other, teasing each other while knowing you had no chance of truly hurting the other person’s feelings or pushing them away.

“It’s Jake.”

Groaning you roll onto your back, the room still in complete darkness. “What is going on? I’m trying to sleep.”

“I’m sorry, do you think you could come get Joel though?”

“Why?”

You can hear a bit of a ruckus in the background, though you didn’t think much of it, knowing they had gone to a house party. “He’s kinda drunk…well, he’s actually pretty hammered.”

“Okay?” You say, drawing the word out longer than necessary. “Can’t one of you take him home? Or get an Uber or something/“

“We’ve tried, he’s been asking for you for like an hour.”

“Don’t tell her that,” you hear Joel yell in the background, it was muffled and slurred but distinctly him.

Sighing you fumble around for the lamp on your bedside table, pulling yourself from the comfort of your bed. “Text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”

“Thank you,” Jake replies with a sense of relief in his voice.

Hurrying around your room you yank on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, grabbing your keys and wallet and taking off from your apartment. Once you were in the car you type the address into apple maps and let your phone do the rest of the work, not thinking you could manage to drive and navigate at this hour. It was only a ten minute drive from your apartment, which was at least some sort of silver lining to being woken up at one in the morning to be an unwilling designated driver. Pulling up to the curb in front of the house you hop out, seeing Joel sitting on the front steps of the house with Jake and Tyler standing around him like nervous body guards.

“Thank God,” you hear Tyler breathe out as you get closer.

Joel has his elbows on his knees, leaning forward a little too much for you to feel like he was even remotely okay. “Holy shit,” you mutter, squatting down in front of him. “Hey, let’s go home, okay?”

“You’re here?” Joel slurs, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“What was he drinking?” You question, looking over at Jake with wide eyes. You had seen Joel drunk before, of course, but this was a different level altogether.

“Pretty much everything he could,” Jake tells you and you let out a quiet sigh.

Standing up you reach down, grabbing Joel’s hands and yanking him to his feet, barely able to get him up. “You guys can go back in, I’ve got it from here.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Jake tells you, the two of them hesitating before heading back into the house.

“Come on, you idiot, let’s get you out of here,” you tell Joel, wrapping your arm around his torso as you guide him to your car. It was almost entirely symbolic, if he was going to fall there really wasn’t much you could really do about it. But you get him into the car and you’re on your way to your apartment a moment later. You really weren’t sure how you felt about leaving him alone right now, making the executive decision to keep him at your apartment where you could keep an eye on him.

You’re only driving for a couple minutes before Joel tips his head back, smacking it into the seat with a worrying amount of force. “I don’t feel good,” he groans.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble, pulling over as quickly as you can, watching Joel remain frozen in spot. “Get out of the car, Joel,” you tell him, watching him breathing a little heavier. “Don’t you dare throw up in my fucking car, get out,” you exclaim, watching him finally unbuckle his seatbelt and all but fall out of the car.

Sighing to yourself you grab the bottle of water that was sitting in your cupholder, it was a couple days old but that really seemed like the last of anyone’s worries given the situation. You were honestly pretty thankful he had gotten it over with quick enough that when you make it around the front of the car he’s just sitting on the curb, staring at the ground with a blank stare. “Here,” you say softly, sitting down next to him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m drunk,” he tells you, taking the water and slamming half of it in one go.

“I know,” you laugh, shaking your head. “That’s not what I meant, but I guess we can talk about this tomorrow.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you say quietly, reaching over and setting your hand on his knee. “It’s like five more minutes to my apartment, do you think you’re good or do you want to wait a couple more minutes?”

“We can go, I’m fine,” Joel mumbles, pulling himself to his feet with all the grace of a newborn giraffe.

Thankfully he was correct and you manage to get him up to your apartment without any other issues. “I’ll grab you some water and meet you in my bedroom, okay?”

Joel nods, kicking his shoes off and stumbling down the hall to your bedroom. Once he’s out of sight you rest your hands on the kitchen counter, leaning into it and taking a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time he had gotten way too drunk since coming home for the summer. The first few times you chalked it up to him just wanting to relax after the season. But this was getting out of hand and out of character for him to get to this level of drunk. Straightening out you grab a glass and fill it with water, stopping in the bathroom to grab some Advil before heading to the bedroom. “You’re going to sleep like that?” You laugh, looking at Joel laying on the bed flat on his back and fully clothed.

“The room won’t stop spinning.”

Setting the water down you grab Joel’s hands and pull him to his feet again. “Take your jeans off at least.”

“You just want to get me naked,” Joel mutter, words slurring together as he unbuttons his jeans.

“I really don’t,” you say as you pull your hoodie off, tossing it onto the floor as you walk to your side of the bed. “Like seriously, Joel, please don’t get naked.”

“Whatever, I wouldn’t mind if you did,” Joel mutters under his breath.

“What did you say?” You ask, sitting down on your bed, staring over at him in disbelief.

“Nothing,” he groans, fumbling his way out of his jeans a shirt before landing heavily onto the bed.

“Right,” you mumble, rolling your eyes as you lay down, turning onto your side so you back was towards him. “Goodnight, Joel.”

“Thank you for picking me up, I love you.”

Sighing you look back over at him, glad to see he at least looked semi-settled in the bed. “Yeah, love you too, now go to sleep.”

You wake up the next morning with Joel in the middle of the bed, forcing you onto the far edge of the bed. Slowly and carefully you get up, not wanting to wake him, he definitely needed the extra hours of sleep. You’re up and about, a few cups of coffee into the day before Joel appears from the hallway, heavy eyes looking across the room at you.

“How’re you feeling?” You tease, sitting up on the couch.

“Been better,” he replies, trudging through the living room to flop onto the couch beside you. “I’m sorry about last night, I was a mess.”

Sighing you shake your head, turning to face him. “It’s fine,” you assure him. “But what’s going on with you, Joel? I worry about you during the hockey season, that you’re putting too much pressure on yourself, that something is going to happen to you. But then it’s when you get home that you fall apart and honestly, yeah, you’re a mess.”

Joel shakes his head, refusing to look you in the eye. “I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“But you know I’m going to so why won’t you just tell me why you’re getting black out drunk every few days?”

“Just drop it,” Joel snaps. “You’re not my mother, stop acting like it.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You let out a loud scoff, getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen.

“What?” Joel questions, following after you.

“If you don’t want me to worry about it then I won’t,” you snap. “But stop fucking calling me to come bail you out of every situation you get yourself into.”

“Fine, I don’t need you to rescue me.”

Your arms are crossed over your body, staring up at him with narrowed eyes. “I really shouldn’t have answered the phone last night.”

“Wow, okay,” Joel mutters, shaking his head. “You know what, I’ll just go and leave you alone since I’m such a burden to you.”

“Don’t do that,” you warn. “Don’t put words in my mouth and make me sound like the bad person here, Joel.”

“Whatever, have a great Saturday,” he tells you sarcastically, pulling on his shoes before disappearing through the front door.

You stare at the closed door, wanting to scream in annoyance. How could he not see how irrational he was being? There was also a part of you that was simply disappointed. Both in the situation, in him, and in the fact that the two of you had plans to hang out and now he had stormed off like a little kid having a tantrum.

You find other ways to fill your time in Joel’s absence. You clean your apartment, run some errands, and make plans to go for a couple drinks with your friends that night. But not long after you get to the bar you get a text from Jake, from his phone this time. ‘What happened with you and Joel?’

‘Why?’ You reply, not wanting to offer any information before knowing why he was asking for it.

‘Because he’s at my place drunk again and going off about you hating him’

‘We had an argument, it wasn’t that big of a deal’

You’re thankful that the texts seem to stop at that point, but only long enough for you to have a singular drink before your phone is ringing this time.

“You need to come get him,” Jake says the second you answer your phone.

You weave your way out of the loud bar to the quieter street before replying. “No, I don’t. He made it clear that he doesn’t need me to rescue him anymore.”

“I don’t know what your argument was about but I really don’t know what to do with him right now so can you please come? Like I’m about to start begging here.”

Groaning you try so hard to stand your ground, to tell him he could figure it out. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t not help Joel, no matter how angry he had made you. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” you sigh. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

After explaining the situation to your friends and receiving a five minute lecture about why you shouldn’t go, you’re on your way. At least you were still under the legal limit to drive, knowing dealing with Ubers would only make this situation much more complicated. Once you’re at Jake’s place you head up to his apartment, the door being whipped open only seconds after you knock.

“Joel, what the fuck?” You snap the second he’s in your line of sight.

“See, she hates me,” Joel comments, looking over at Jake.

“Stop being such an idiot, you know I don’t hate you.” Leaning agains the hallway wall you wait for him to say something, anything. Finally you give in and break the silence yourself. “Do you want a ride home?”

“I don’t need you to take care of me.”

Sighing loudly you shake your head, turning back towards the front door. “Okay, well, I’m here now anyway so just grow up and accept the ride home,” you tell him, your hand already on the doorknob. “Or don’t, but stop fucking telling everyone I hate you because that’s so far from the truth.”

“Fine, I’ll go with you.”

Rolling your eyes you watch him grab his things and pull his shoes on, stepping into the hallway. Thankfully he wasn’t nearly as belligerent as the night before and the walk back to your car is tense and quiet but at least he was able to walk in a relatively straight line.

The drive is quiet for the first few minutes but you can feel Joel staring at you and you’re sure it’s not going to stay quiet for long. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

You’re so taken aback by the question that you don’t even know what to say for a few minutes. “What? Who?”

“Mark or whatever.”

“Mike? My coworker?” You question, only guessing what he was on about because there sure as hell wasn’t any truth behind it.

“Yeah, him,” Joel grumbles.

“No, I’m not,” you tell Joel, shaking your head. “Why would you even think that?”

“Because you’re always going for lunch with him and I know you hang out with him after work.”

“And? He’s my fucking friend, Joel. I don’t sleep with every guy I hang out.”

“So you’re not sleeping with him?” Joel’s voice is softer now, filled with a sense of confusion.

“No,” you exclaim, glancing over at him. “Now what the fuck is this about?” You’re pulling up to his place already but you don’t want him to get out. You needed to finish this conversation before he could leave and pretend it never happened.

Joel shakes his head, taking his seatbelt off but you grab his hand before he can get the door open. “You cannot just leave without an explanation.”

Joel looks back over at you, eyes locked with yours. “I love you.”

“Okay, I love you too, now why are you acting so weird?”

“No, I love you, Y/N,” Joel repeats, starring at you like he was expecting a reaction you weren’t giving him. Suddenly he lurches forward, kissing you quickly before pulling back just as fast.

“What the fuck?” You whisper, eyes wide and heart racing. “Joel, what was that?”

“I love you, or I’m in love with you, or whatever,” he stammers. “But you don’t feel the same way and I don’t know what to do except get drunk and try to forget about it and forget about you being with other guys.”

“I-,” you begin, hesitating and shaking your head. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything,” Joel says, voice wavering as he reaches for the door handle. “It’s fine.”

He pushes the door open but you grab his hand before he can step out. “Come back to my apartment?”

“For what?” Joel snaps.

You inhale sharply at his outburst, dropping his hand and bringing both yours up in defence. “Sorry, clearly I didn’t realize we weren’t friends anymore.”

“That’s not true, of course we are.” Joel is giving you his typical apologetic look, when he won’t just say he’s sorry but you know he is.

“Then close the door and put your seatbelt back on.”

Joel does what you say and you drive over to your own apartment, heading inside with him just a couple steps behind you the whole time. You kick off your shoes and drop your purse on the counter, heading straight for the cupboard that contained your wine glasses. Taking one you fill it with a hefty pour of Pinot Gris.

“You’re drinking?” Joel questions, sitting down at a barstool opposite you at the counter.

“Yeah, I think I need it after what you just said to me.”

“I never wanted to say anything, I didn’t want things to be like this.”

“Like what?”

Joel shrugs, looking down at his hands resting on the countertop. “Weird, or awkward, or whatever.”

Sighing you take a few large gulps of your wine, wincing slightly. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“So we’re both just going to be drunk all the time to deal with it?”

“No,” you state, voice stern. “Especially not you since you obviously can’t handle your liquor anymore,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

“You better not,” Joel chuckles, shaking his head. “I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve ended up holding your hair back after you’ve taken too many shots.”

“Well at least I’ve graduated to wine,” you giggle, leaning onto your elbows that were planted on the countertop. “How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you…you know, felt that way towards me?”

Joel’s cheeks flush and you knew him well enough to know that the way he’s staring at the counter not answering verbally was answer enough in itself. But you still wanted to hear him say it, so you let the silence continue as you pour yourself another glass of wine. “Uh…like, um, since high school.”

“Joel,” you exclaim. Of course you had assumed it had been awhile based on his reaction, but not nearly that long. “No,” you say, not wanting to believe that. All those times he had heard about dates you were going on, guys you were into. You didn’t want to believe you had been forcing him to sit though that for so long.

“Yes,” he says making you groan loudly.

“Joel, that’s so fucking embarrassing,” you wine, downing another half a glass of wine in one gulp.

“I know it is, you don’t need to make me feel worse about it.”

“No, not for you.” Bringing your hands to your face you press them to your skin, squeezing your eyes shut as more and more memories come flooding back. Making out with guys at the club with Joel just a few feet away, asking for dating advice, talking about all your new and fleeting crushes. “I’m sorry, I feel like such a bitch.”

“Why?” Joel laughs, shaking his head. “I never told you, I knew you weren’t into me so I was just trying to get over it.”

“How did you know I wasn’t into you?”

Shrugging Joel glances at your glass as you set it back down, nearly empty again. “You never talked to me or treated me like the guys you were interested in.”

You swallow the last of the wine in the glass before filling it up again, this time silently vowing to drink the glass at a reasonable pace. “You kissed me,” you state, is if only now you were realizing that it had happened.

“Yeah, I did.” Joel lets out an uncomfortable chuckle, shifting in his seat.

“It kind of sucked,” you tease with a playful smirk.

“You’re so fucking mean sometimes, do you know that?” Joel laughs.

Shaking your head you take another sip of your wine even though you knew you were already feeling tipsy after not really having started drinking very long ago. “I just would have expected you to give it more effort.”

“I can give it more effort if that’s what you want.”

Humming you pretend to contemplate it before shrugging. “I’m not opposed.”

Joel stares at you, a serious look falling across his face. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what?” You whine, leaning across the counter closer to him.

“I just told you I’m in love with you can you not joke about wanting me to kiss you?”

Sighing softly you glance down at your glass of wine. “What if it’s not a joke?”

“Now you’re drunk and lying to me.”

“I am not,” you defend. “I don’t know, I don’t know how I feel, Joel. I mean you’re hot, I’ve always known that. And I love spending time with you, more than any other guy I’ve ever tried to spend time with. Honestly, I think you may have actually fucked up my chances of every having a boyfriend because every time I go out with a guy it’s awkward and weird and I just end up comparing it to spending time with you.” You hadn’t realized how much you were rambling or how much you were admitting and when it hits you a flush of warmth comes to your cheeks and you down the rest of your glass of wine, forgetting all about your vow.

“Can’t really say I’m sorry to hear that.”

Scoffing you shake your head, narrowing your eyes to glare at him. “That’s so mean.”

“How?” Joel exclaims. “Being in love with you is kinda making it hard for me to have a girlfriend.”

“Sorry,” you tease with a giggle. Reaching into the cupboard you pull out another wine glass, pouring a glass for yourself and one for Joel.

“I don’t drink wine,” Joel reminds you as you set it down on the counter in front of him.

Rolling your eyes you pick up your own glass from the counter. “Grow up,” you tell him, walking into the living room and settling down on the end of the couch.

“I thought you didn’t want me drinking anymore anyway.” Joel sits down on the other side of the couch, the glass of wine in his hand anyway.

“I don’t want you blacking out every couple days…But I also don’t want to be drinking alone so maybe we can worry about that tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Joel chuckles, his eyes laser focused on you.

“So,” you say, drawing the word out with an expectant smile.

“I shouldn’t have told you,” Joel mutters, groaning as he tips his head back, staring at the ceiling now. “You’re just going to joke about it and it’s going to be weird and I just want things to go back to the way they were.”

Sighing you set your glass down on the coffee table, uncertain how you were supposed to handle this. It’s not like you had experience dealing with this situation. Slowly you untangle your legs from where they were crossed in front of you, making your way closer to Joel. With a deep, courage building breath you swing one knee over to the other side of him. Somehow you weren’t able to get yourself to fully relax into him, staying up on your knees to keep your body from pressing against his. “Go back to the way they were? Getting blackout drunk because you thought I was hooking up with someone else?”

Joel stares up at you, his lips parting like he was going to say something, though he doesn’t even make a sound let alone words.

“Are you going to say anything?” You whisper, moving your hands from the back of the couch to place them on his shoulders, one sliding to the back of his neck. You hadn’t realized how fast your heart was racing till that moment, your face feeling much warmer than normal and you can’t tell if it’s the wine or the situation but if you had to take a guess it was probably the situation. “No?” You tease, leaning down a little closer.

“Okay, get off me,” Joel grumbles, leaning back further into the couch, attempting to put any possible distance between your bodies.

Your eyes widen as you push yourself off of him, standing up before shaking your head and turning around. “Just go home if you’re to be like this,” you snap, walking towards the kitchen, but trying to get away from him wasn’t very easy in the small, open-concept apartment.

You can tell he had gotten up but you keep your back to him, facing the kitchen counter as you wait to hear the front door. Instead you feel his hand on your shoulder, pulling you around to face him as you let out a startled gasp. His hand is under your chin a second later, tipping your head back forcefully before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you with equal parts anger and longing. He pulls back faster than you were hoping and he takes a step away, eyes cold. “Is that what you want? Just want to fuck around with me and embarrass me for having feelings for you?”

He’s about to take another step back when you reach forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him closer. You’re on your tip toes when you kiss him again, just as forceful and filled with a fiery energy. “Fuck you for thinking I would do that,” you snap as you let go of him, sliding out from between him and the counter.

You don’t make it far before he has his hands on you again, pushing you back to the counter as his lips return to yours. It’s fast and it’s eager and your hands are all over each other. You don’t even have time to process what’s happening before your clothes are scattered around the kitchen floor and Joel has you bent over the kitchen table. His hands are firm on your hips and you’re moaning loudly as the edge of the table digs into your legs. By the time you’re done your body is hot and flushed and Joel is pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as you stand up straighter, as it was the most normal thing to have happened all night.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe out, turning around to look up at him as he’s pulling his underwear back on. “I, um, I’m on birth control,” you stammer, barely able to look him in the eye.

“I figured,” Joel chuckles, leaning down and pressing his lips to your forehead. “When you were begging for me to cum inside you.”

Groaning you pull away from him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yeah, whatever.”

“What’s up? Are you okay?”

“No,” you snap, reaching over and picking up his shirt from the floor, knowing it was going to cover more of you than any of the others clothes that scattered around. “I just got raw-dogged by my best friend in my kitchen,” you exclaim. “And now I’m a fucking mess and and I don’t know what this means for us and I just…I don’t know Joel, I don’t want things to change, I don’t want to lose you and I’m fucking scared.”

“Woah,” Joel mutters, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. “I don’t know what this means either but you’re not going to lose me, I promise.”

Nodding you blink away the layer of tears that had filled your eyes, your grip on him just as firm as his was. “Okay...but, um, your cum is dripping out of me, can you let me go now?”

Joel pulls back, clearly trying and failing to hide his laughter as you pick up your underwear and hurry to the bathroom. When you re-emerge Joel has moved from the kitchen to the living room, sitting back in the spot where all of this started. Slowly you walk over and sit down next to him, letting yourself cuddle into him. “What do we do now?” You whisper.

Joel’s arm is around your shoulders, fingers gently running along your arm. “I don’t know. I know what I want but I think you need more time to figure out what you want.”

“Will you give me the time?”

Joel squeezes your shoulders gently. “Of course I will, as much time as you need.”

“Okay,” you whisper, your eyes feeling heavy as you sit up again. “Want to spend the night?”

“Yeah, I do,” Joel replies, letting you take his hand and guide him to your room. It wasn’t the first time but it was the first time that it felt like this.

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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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dearstvckyx · 2 months

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how the hockey boys would react to you wearing their jersey for the first time as their girlfriend

Cole Caufield

cole would only be able to catch a glimpse of you in the crowd, he sees you are wearing a canadiens jersey but not who’s.

he sees you taking pictures with you friend and knows your gonna post them on instagram or at least to your story.

when they go back to the locker room after the first period he instantly grabs his phone to see if you posted, and you did to your story.

he hesitates a bit and finally clicks the story and sees a photo of you facing towards the rink and the name Caufield and the number 22 staring back at him.

cole would immediately feel a rush of pride seeing you in his jersey. It's a symbol of your support for him and his career.

his heart would likely be beating faster than normal. he also starts blushing to the point the guys on the team start teasing him.

he’d probably be unable to keep the wide grin off his face during the rest of the game.

when he scores a goal he’ll point towards you mouthing the words, “my good luck charm right there”

Jack Hughes

jack would feel a sense of pride seeing you in his jersey, he would definitely start bragging

he would be surprised but happy, as he didn't expect you to be wearing his jersey. since you were sitting with other wags he thought you would dress formal or something.

he’ll definitely show off on the rink to impress you more, which ends up with luke teasing the hell out of him

when the games over, with the devils having won 7-2 against the Kings he’s the first to change out of his gear and ignore the interviewees to find you

when he does he spins you around to see his name and number on your back

he then makes you promise to always wearing his jerseys whenever you come to a game.

Jamie Drysdale

jamie’s heart would skip a beat the moment he caught sight of you in the crowd, proudly wearing his jersey.

he’d be shocked at first but then turn cocky and showing you off to his teammates and his coach or equipment people.

when the game starts he’s showing off every-chance he gets.

after every goal that he makes he ALWAYS points to you.

he’ll literally start talking to the opponents telling them “my girls here, its her first game and shes wearing MY jersey”

when the games over his team has one 6-3 which half of those goals being from jamie.

once you two reunite he’s taking a picture and sending it to his groupchat that consists of him, trevor, cole, alex, jack, luke and quinn.

is literally rambling about you in the groupchat. it finally got to the point where jack kicked him out.

(don’t worry trevor ended up adding him back)

Luke Hughes

jack would point you out to luke. his eyes would instantly light up when he sees you and he’d have the biggest grin on his face.

he’d feel a sense of pride wash over him. seeing you wearing his jersey would make him feel like you're really his.

he would likely be quite flustered and blush a little, not used to seeing you in his clothes.

seeing you in his jersey would make him think of all the times you've supported him and been there for him. from high school to umich to the pro league.

he’d definitely make a point to tell you how good you look in his jersey. he’d make sure you know that he loves seeing you in it (take that how you want).

made you promise to wear his number all the time, but you ended up getting your friend to make a custom one with devils and canucks colors/logo alongside quinn jacks and lukes number.

Mitch Marner

he’d feel a sense of pride, seeing you in his jersey.

he’d definitely pull you in for a tight hug, not able to contain his joy.

he might tease you a little, saying something like, "It looks better on you than it does on me."

he’d have a soft look in his eyes, clearly touched by your show of support.

he’d probably show you off to his teammates, proudly declaring, "that’s my girl!” and when you leave the locker room some of the guys are teasing him about you.

he’d might snap a picture of you wearing his jersey after the game wanting to capture the moment (and maybe make it his lockerscreen)

he’d definitely feel loved, seeing you proudly wearing his jersey.

Nico Hischier

he wouldn't be able to hide the smile that slowly spreads across his face as he takes in the sight of you wearing it.

he would feel a mixture of pride and affection. it’s one thing for him to see his fans wearing his jersey, but it's an entirely different feeling to see his girlfriend wearing it.

nico might tease you a bit, just to see you get all flustered. joking that the jersey looks better on you than it does on him. but behind the teasing, he would genuinely be thrilled that you're wearing it.

he would probably take a picture of you in his jersey, sending it to the devils group chat showing you off.

would mumble in his language about how “pretty” and “cute” you look

always asks you if your coming to a game and if your wearing his jersey

and if you wanna know what happens when you wear anothers teammates jersey well… try it and find out 😉😉

Quinn Hughes

he would feel a surge of pride and affection seeing you represent not just him but his team as well.

he’d be slightly taken aback initially, as he wasn't expecting to see you in his jersey. he’d try to play it cool, but the surprise and happiness in his eyes would give him away. (which results in his teammates and the fans questioning why he’s so happy)

he’d have a constant smile on his face for the rest of the day, unable to hide how much he loves seeing you in his jersey.

would get you every type of jersey with his last name and number just for you to wear every game and when just random days when your shopping or getting your nails or hair done.

would call his mom bragging about it (cause let’s be honest quinns the type to gossip with ellen 😭)

definitely takes a photo when your not looking and makes it both his homescreen, lockscreen and your contact photo.

Trevor Zegras

doesn’t even know your coming to his game and when he sees you he would be surprised, at first.

the surprise would quickly turn into a wide grin, clearly pleased with the sight.

he’d would pull out his phone immediately to snap a picture, before he goes out wanting to remember the moment.

he’d tease you lightly, joking about how you're his number one fan now. even going as far as saying, “let me guess, you have a fan account for me”. (he’d definitely become cocky)

trevor would insist on showing you off to his teammates, pointing you out to the crowd when he’s on the bench. and when he’s on the ice he’s bragging about you to his opponents.

seeing you in his jersey would remind him of his feelings for you, making him fall for you all over again.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

a/n: please ignore any spelling mistakes 😆 unless you see duo then please lmk 🩶

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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.

#lov1ngdrysdale #hockey fanfiction #jamie drysdale #nhl players #jamie drysdale x reader #flyers hockey #jamie drysdale x you #jamie drysdale blurb #jamie drysdale smut #philadelphia flyers #jack hughes #luke hughes #nico hischier

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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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vueyhour · 1 month

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦 ･。☆彡

Chapter Title: Trevor’s Mission (which he hopes is successful)

Jamie is in love with his bestfriend.

It was something that Trevor assumed ever since Jamie's best friend, Skylar, moved in with them at the end of the 2021-2022 NHL season. Okay, maybe he thought it since he met Jamie and based off the way he talked about her all the time.

The two were definitely super close, and when the girl moved in Trevor, was convinced that they were secretly dating. He saw the way they acted towards each other, so he decided that they are either: secretly in a relationship or just really close friends who refused to admit their feelings for each other.

So later that day after Skylar moved in, Trevor walked into Jamie's room to basically just ask the question he's had on his mind since this morning when she arrived.

"Jamie, I have a serious question to ask you," Trevor announces throwing open the door of the young defenseman's door, causing the then 20 year old to jump a little bit not expecting his roommate to burst through his door so suddenly.

"What is so serious that you had to almost put a dent in the wall with the doorknob, Z?" Jamie questions the 21 year old standing in the doorway.

"Are you and Skylar together? I see how the two of you act towards each other, and it might just be because you two are like really close friends-" Trevor starts to ramble after asking the question making Jamie interrupt him.

"Trevor, one: you're rambling, and two: no Skylar and I aren't together." Jamie responds looking back down to his phone.

"But you obviously like her." Trevor continues.

"Oh my god Trevor! I don't have a crush on her, and even if I did she probably doesn't feel the same" Jamie answers loudly while blushing out of embarrassment.

Obviously Trevor notices it and has to point it out. "Dude, you're literally blushing. Just admit it you like her."

"Nope! and I won't admit it because I don't have a crush on her." He denies trevor's claim once again.

The other boys nods his head before leaving the room.

"Close the door!" Jamie yells at Trevor from his spot on his bed. The scattered sound of Trevor's footsteps make its way back to Jamie's room shutting the door before walking away again.

By the time that Trevor walked into his own room, he had what he has claimed to his other teammates the "perfect plan" to get Jamie and Skylar together.

And that plan is going to be put into motion...

now

step 1: Get Skylar to admit that she likes Jamie

Welcome to The Feels! I wrote this while Jamie was still on the ducks (still upset about the trade btw) I think the whole story is going to be in Anaheim so enjoy :)

#jamie drysdale x reader #nhl x reader #nhl x oc #anaheim ducks #philadelphia flyers #social media au #fanfics #nhl fanfiction #trevor zegras

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cultofasparagus · 1 month

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Melt My Heart (Like Water Ice) - Archive of our Own

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF, McDonald's Pairing: Grimace/Gritty Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 1, 401

Summary:

Gritty comforts Grimace as he struggles to adjust to being in the public spotlight again.

Excerpt:

Grimace slumps down onto the bench. He can still hear the muffled cheers through the concrete walls of the locker room. His eyes burn as they well up with tears. This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go. First the Grimace shake fiasco, now this. So much for his return to the public eye. Grimace lowers his head into his purple hands, letting out a sob. The door to the locker room opens with a slam . Grimace looks up, tears streaking his face, to see the last person he wanted to tonight: Gritty . There he stands – seven foot tall, fur a blazing orange hue, and a grandiose smile – that damn smile – that could arouse the spirits of an entire arena. “What are you doing here?” Grimace chokes out, failing to hide the cracks in his voice, “There’s thousands of fans out there waiting for you.” Gritty simply sighs, sliding next to Grimace on the bench without breaking his smile, “I could say the same thing to you.”

#new fic alert #crack fic #crack treated seriously #fanfiction #ao3 #my fics #my writing #gritty #grimace #grimace x gritty #philadelphia flyers

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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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thebeezcnys · 1 year

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#philadelphia flyers #hockey #hockey fanfiction #rangers #nhl fanfiction

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heartsandhischier · 26 days

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"Can't we just stay like this?" (blurb)

jamie drysdale x reader

summary - 465 words. waking up with Jamie in the morning

author's note - I've been avoiding all my uni work... just getting all my daydreams written down

warnings - just pure fluff

As the soft ring of Jamie’s alarm pierced the morning calm, it gently roused him from his slumber. Wrapped in the comforting embrace of the soft duvet, his entangled body felt the warmth of sunlight filtering through the curtains. Beside him, Y/N stirred as Jamie’s arm, heavy with sleep, reluctantly left her side to reach for his phone. “Just a few more minutes,” he mumbled, silencing the alarm with a sleepy press of his finger. Reclaiming his position, his arm found its way back around her waist, drawing her closer. She nestled into him, seeking solace in his embrace. With a gentle kiss on her forehead, Jamie savored the moment, knowing he’d soon have to leave for early morning practice. “Do uo have to go?” she murmured, her voice carrying a silent plea. Jamie chuckled softly, his fingers tracing patterns in her hair as he looked down at her sleepy face. Her eyes met his, still glazed with remnants of sleep, yet undeniably beautiful. He couldn’t help but smile at her plea, leaning in to pepper her face with kisses, earning a giggle from her lips. “I don’t think the team would appreciate my absence,” he teased, Y/N pouting playfully giving him puppy eyes. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind,” she countered with a chuckle, pulling him even closer into their shared warmth.

As Jamie’s gaze shifts to the faint imprints left on Y/N’s face by the pillow, he gently inquires, “Did you sleep well?” Y/N responds with a soft “mhm”, confirming her peaceful slumber. Jamies fingers delicately trace the marks on her skin, earning a playful swat from Y/N as she chuckled, “I can tell.”

With a gentle touch, Jamie brushes a few stray strands of Y/N's hair away from her face, his actions reflecting his affection and care. He begins to rub gentle circles over Y/N's back, soothing her with his touch as they linger in the intimacy of the moment. "Can we just stay like this?" Y/N whispers, her voice laced with a plea for more time together. Jamie's heart softens at her request, but he knows his commitment to practice awaits. With a sigh, he gently reminds her of his impending departure, his reluctance mirrored in his eyes as he reluctantly prepares to part ways.

With a tender smile, Jamie reassures Y/N, "I'll be back before you know it." Leaning in, he places a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, conveying his affection and promise to return. Reluctantly, he detangles himself from their embrace, his heart heavy with the prospect of leaving her side. With one last loving look, Jamie gathers his things and heads out the door, carrying the warmth of their shared moment with him as he sets off for practice.

#nhl fanfic #hockey fanfic #hockey fic #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale fic #travis konecny #philadelphia flyers #flyers fanfic #jd9 #nhl fanfiction

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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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